Blaine drives way over the speed limit trying to get away, blindly changing lanes and taking wrong turns and running red lights, getting honked at, and it's a wonder how he doesn't get pulled over by a cop. Then just his luck, he gets lost. He parks his car outside of wherever he is and fumbles for his phone, going to the contacts.

"Mom," he groans once he dials and it goes straight to voicemail. He doesn't know who to ask to come get him, so he does the stupid thing and calls his brother, who answers after the first ring with a, "Hey, you've reached Cooper Anderson, if you -"

"I know who you are, dammit."

"Blaine?"

"The one and only," he says somewhat sarcastically. "I was driving and I got lost and I don't know where I am. There's a tattoo place and like three porn stores and a bunch of big pedophiles staring at my car from down the street and I don't like the looks of it and -" Blaine's breath hitches and his fingers tingle and he feels faint. "I think I'm going to pass out or something."

"Blaine, it's just a panic attack. Breathe slow with me. Come on. You can do this." he hears his brother inhaling deeply on the other end of the line, waiting for him to do the same, and he tries to.

"I need you to come get me," Blaine whines.

"I can't drive all the way from Cincinnati just to come pick you up. But I think I know where you're at. Stay on the phone and I'll give you directions home, okay? Oh, and get me a sex tape or something from the porn store." Cooper says sounding like he's holding back a laugh. Blaine feels tired.

"Whatever."

--

Kurt is laying on Rachel's bed trying to finish his Spanish homework while Rachel and Mercedes talk about boys and do eachothers' hair. Normal. "Kurt, you wanna join?"

He shakes his head and says without looking up, "Not feeling it."

"Boo, are you okay?" Mercedes asks him.

He murmurs, "Fine, just trying to get this done."

Rachel offers for him to help her choose an outfit and suggests they watch a romantic comedy or something but he says no to everything she says. Eventually they stop asking and eventually he finishes his homework and goes home. He doesn't sleep that night. He's thinking.

--

Blaine steps into Mrs Pilsbury's office feeling nauseous. "You wanted to see me?"

He notices Kurt sitting in one of the chairs in front of her desk and Mr Schue perched on top of her desk beside her and his heart sinks. This is exactly what he knew would happen and it's happening now.

"Well," Mrs Pilsbury starts, but she can't seem to get the words out and she seems a little bit pale, so she gives Mr Schuester a meaningful look and he tells Blaine to sit. Blaine sits next to Kurt, who barely glances over at him with those glasz eyes, but that's enough to set him off.

"Did you tell everyone?" Blaine demands, getting up from the chair. "You little fag, did you tell the whole freaking school?"

"I'm sorry," Kurt whispers.

"You're sorry," Blaine scoffs, and then he falls back into the chair with a sob, covering his face with his hands. Everyone's quiet and the only noises audible are the sounds of Blaine crying and sniffing silently. Mrs Pilsbury awkwardly pushes the tissue box across the desk towards him.

"Kurt told us about it this morning. Your self harming. And I'm glad he did. We want to help," she says, smiling at him sadly. "we're going to call your parents and see what's in their best interest for you, if they want to put you in a residential or temporary treatment center or if they don't, or if they want you to see a psychiatrist or you can just talk to me, you know."

"You can't call my parents. Please don't." Blaine begs, his tailbone on the end of his chair, hands clasped together.

"I have to, sweetie, this is something that could kill you."

"I'm already dead inside," he says softly. Kurt coughs.

"Blaine, Will has something he'd like to, um, offer you," Mrs Pilsbury continues, ignoring his previous comment.

Mr Schue nods. "Blaine, Kurt and I heard you singing in the hall, and you're kind of amazing. You really have star potential, and I'm not just saying that. I've witnessed how much glee has changed the other kids for the better. Take Puck for example. It's great. I guess all I'm trying to say to you is that we'd love to have you join."

"No," Blaine says flatly. "never."

They all take a second, and then Mr Schue's face sort of hardens and he says, "It's not a choice."

"Right. You're kidding."

"I am not."

Blaine swallows and says, "If I agree to be in your club, will you not tell my parents?"

"Sorry, that's not an option," Mr Schue says, and Blaine thinks it was worth a try to ask. "and you're in. Rehearsals are after school today."

Blaine sighs in defeat and looks at Kurt. "Are you happy?"

Kurt turns his head away.