This is whole writing thing is still new to me so I'm not very sure how to grab a reader by the heart and suck them into reading. This is actually only my second story so I'm sorry if it's not too good :/ p.s Kurt's Parents are always usually really busy to be with Kurt.

 (This is what I picture Blaine and Kurt in this. Btw you'll find I love Blaine in red. I also love Kurt with messy hair. )

Kurt walked into his high school with a black eye and what felt like a few broken ribs. Everybody looked at him walk down the hallways to his locker by himself. Blaine was his best and only friend. They were both openly gay and were bullied for it but they had each other so really it didn't matter to Blaine and Blaine hadn't though it mattered to Kurt.

Blaine had a beautiful heart for everyone. Besides the bullies, he was liked among every one of his classmates. Kurt on the other hand was very secretive except with Blaine. But there were things Blaine couldn't know. He even tried to stay out of everyone's way but it never seemed like enough. He felt like no one loved him and that he didn't deserve anything from anyone so every night when Blaine would leave his house he felt even more alone and would cut himself in the bathroom wondering why would Blaine hang out with a repulsive, ugly sorry to call himself a being of a thing. But there was something that Blaine would never understand about him. Why he had his black eye, cracked ribs and scars that would never leave. He didn't dare tell him.

(Earlier While Blaine was at his house.)

"Kurt, Talk to me. Why is your eye busied? And why are you breathing like you can't move?" Blaine pleaded. Kurt's Breathing was a stutter when he exhaled and a sharp quick inhale.

"Blaine, Its nothing, I swear."

"Dammit, Kurt! You know how much I care about you. But that means I have to trust you again, right?"

Every time Blaine would say that he turned and a single tear fell from his face because he knew they were lies. Blaine couldn't care about him. Just then Kurt's phone rang and he knew it could only be his boyfriend, Paul.

"It's Paul, I should take this."

"Duty calls. I better get going anyways." Blaine grabbed his large leather jacket and backpack and silently left in anger. He hated Paul. He was always so inconsiderate and rude towards Kurt. Even though he had only met him once he could tell he was an ugly fucking prick.

"Why is Kurt with that jerk when he could be with me?" Blaine almost slammed the door on his way out.

"What Paul?"

"Baby I'm so sorry I said those things to you. Please forgive me. Give me one more chance. Why don't I come over and make it up to you?"

"No, Paul. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I want some time alone to think, ok babe?"

"Promise you're not mad? I only did those things because I got angry."

"Yes babe, I promise." Kurt had tears streaming down his face because Paul would never understand what he was doing to Kurt. He hung up the phone and began to cry so hard his whole body hurt too much. He had enough of this pain so he went to the bathroom and took out the razor blade he'd only used for this purpose two other times, and that had been this week and start to cut the palm of his hand and go up from there. Something about seeing the blood was comforting, opening old wounds again, knowing that the pain wasn't just on the inside anymore. It was the middle of November so it was a lot easier to hide it. He felt good for a while until he would make the last cut then soon he'd feel worse than he did before he even started. He was just trash, right? So what did it matter? Kurt lies on his bed still crying of what could be if he's just had never said yes. As he cries himself to sleep, his hand still bleeding his mind finally starts to fade to nothing...finally he feels nothing. It's as close to peace as ever.