The song was ending

Kurt was walking, he didn’t know where but he sure as hell knew why. He couldn’t stand a minute longer in that house. With Carols constant questions and Finns side hand remarks. The same questions being asked over and over.
Was Kurt Hummel okay?
What the hell did they think? Did they want him to say he was fine? Or perhaps they would have preferred to watch him break down at the bare mention of his dead father’s name. Sometimes people could be so selfish in the act of wanting to ‘help’ but in reality they are only helping themselves feel better. So no he didn’t want to take their calls because none of them really knew what he was going through.
He was alone.
So he would walk and keep walking until he wanted to stop and go back to the pathetic life he was currently leading. The feeling pushing down on him 24/7. Never stopping, never leaving, just there. And it would be there forever, Kurt was sure of that.
Kurt found himself in an unfamiliar street. He looked behind him guessing the turns he had made and figuring he would find his way back okay. He turned down an alley hoping it would cut through to a more welcoming looking side of town.
He crossed his arms over his chest and continued down the alley. The next events happened so suddenly Kurt couldn’t even recall what had actually happened. All he was certain of was he was suddenly lying down on the ground with a heavy man on top of him. He couldn’t see clearly because of the sudden blood rush to his head. All he knew was his head was being pulled up and punched.
“How do you like this, shitface?!” The man was shouting at Kurt as he pulled back for another punch. Kurt felt his head hit the ground and grimaced.
“What…Get off! Help!” Kurt started to struggle against the man.
The next thing Kurt knew was the feel of the ice cold blade against his throat. The man leaned close to the now frozen boy.
“This will teach you.” The man growled close to his ear.
Suddenly all Kurt could hear was a voice. It was hard not to hear seeing as it was screaming and banging against his head. It was his voice. It was just screaming at, him, screaming for him, screaming to save his life.
In a flash of an eye Kurt unbalanced the man taking him by surprising. The mans knife got knocked to the side only a foot away from Kurt. Kurt quickly stood up ready to run as fast as his legs would take him when he felt a firm grip grab his ankle and pull him to the ground.
“I will fucking kill you!” The man shouted.
Kurts head was dizzy from whack on the ground but he could make out the glint of silver not far from his arm. He reached to the knife and held it close.
The man got to his knees and reached out to Kurt dragging him below him reeling back his arm for a powerful punch. Before the man could react something came over Kurt and he thrust the knife upwards and into the man’s stomach.
The man gasped and looked down at his stomach now pouring out blood and fell to his side. He coughed once or twice and then there was only the sound of Kurts heavy breathing.
Kurts mind started screaming again. He clutched his head wanting it to stop. He just wanted the pain to stop.
Kurt closed his eyes and whispered.
“Five,”
His dead mother and father.
“Four,”
His friends.
“Three,”
His need to stand out and enjoy his individuality.
“Two,”
His dreams.
“One.”
Himself.

Kurt opened his eyes and stood up. He saw the blood covered knife and picked it up sliding it into his jacket pocket. He then turned around and left the alley making his way back to Carols house.
He left the alley like nothing had happened.
He left the alley changed inside.