Blaine didn't have a battle plan, He had no idea what he was doing but all he knew was he needed to get to Kurt's house as fast as possible. He already wasted time trying to get Kurt's address from an agitating and very curious Rachel. His car flew through the rain as he tried his best to follow his GPS's instructions.

‘Turn left in point five miles.' The animated voice droned, and Blaine began looking for his turn. Finding it, he swerved onto the road. He made his way through the sub division until he finally arrived at Kurt's house.

He almost flew out of the car and hurled himself up the walkway. He began ringing the doorbell in a hurry. Not getting a response, he got ready to kick the door in. Just as he backed up to ran at it. The door opened, and there stood a red eyed Kurt.

"Kurt," Blaine sighed. Taking in the boy's appearance, Kurt stepped aside and let the disheveled Blaine inside.

"You're okay? Tell me you're okay." Blaine said, immediately grabbing Kurt's arms and shoving the sleeves up. Kurt hissed in pain and watched as Blaine began to tear up. "Kurt honey no."

Kurt's arm was covered in long, deep red cuts. Each one looking angry and swollen, his skin pulled apart so far that it would take weeks for them to heal. Kurt simply shrugged and pulled his injured arm away from Blaine to roll his sleeve down.

"I told you. No one cares. I don't want to drag you down into my problems. People love you, you hanging out with me automatically means that you forfeit all your popularity. You don't need me." Kurt whispered, and Blaine stared at him wide eyed.

"Kurt...what did you do? You look...sleepy. Kurt?" Blaine snapped his fingers in front of an unresponsive  Kurt's face. It clicked for him then.

"Kurt no!" he shouted, and ran up the stairs to attempt and find Kurt's room. He ran past the master bedroom and a room that smelt like old gym socks, then he found the final bedroom.  Just barely skidding to a halt, he tore into the room and saw what he afraid to see.

A bloody razor, a rag, and an empty pill bottle.

He slid his cellphone out of his back pocket and dialed 911 as he ripped his way back down the stairs.

"Hello, 911, what's your emergency?" the operator asked in a calm tone.

"My friend, he, he tried to commit suicide. I need help. Send help! Please! He doesn't, he doesn't look good at all."

"Sir, please calm down, where's your location?"

"It's uh, 65....6529 Emerald Tree Road. Please hurry."

"Alright, our units are on their way. Please try to remain calm. Is your friend responsive?"

Blaine nudged Kurt, who was dazed, tired and now slouching on the floor. Kurt moaned and rolled over onto his side. He vomited, emptying the contents of his stomach completely onto the carpet. Blaine winced, and put a comforting hand on Kurts shoulder.

"He just threw up. That's good right? Tell me that's good."

"It's ideal. He's thrown up the pills. But sir our units should be there momentarily." The operator said. Sure enough, only a moment or two later  two men came bursting into the house with a gurney. Picking Kurt up and carrying him off. Blaine followed, stepping outside only to see a car pull into the driveway and a bald middle aged man step out.

"That's my son...THAT'S MY SON!" The man howled in agony and ran over to the gurney. Blaine stood watching as the man was questioned and as they loaded Kurt into the back of the ambulance. He sank down onto the front step and watched as the ambulance pulled away. Leaving him there in its wake.

-o0o-

When Kurt woke up, he was aware that he could hear a faint beeping and the muffled sound of his father's voice. Followed by what sounded like Carol responding.  He groaned and tried to sit up, he felt a gentle pair of hands on him trying to help him up. When he opened his eyes, he was groggy and it took him a moment to recognize Carol's face.

"Hey honey." She said, "Goodmorning." Carol stepped back and let Kurt take in his surroundings. He saw that he was in a hospital room, and there in the doorway stood his father.

"What happened?" he croaked, his voice not sounding like his own. His throat was sore, and he raised his arm to grasp at it. He then noticed the heavy bandage covering his forearm. "Wha..?"

"We know sweetie. We know about it all. That boy, Blaine told us. Why didn't you say anything to us Kurt? We could've helped you. Intervened." Carol said, pulling Kurt into a hug.

"I was afraid." Kurt whispered, and jumped at the scoffing noise Burt made.

"That's all? You were afraid?!  I almost lost you Kurt! Do you know how scary this was? I almost lost you, you are the most important thing in my life! I almost lost you because you were afraid?! Of what?!"

"That...that he'd hurt me again. Or Blaine." Kurt whispered, licking his chapped lips and wiping the tears now falling from his eyes.

"Who?" Burt asked. The fire in his eyes dimming a bit.

"I thought you said Blaine told you." Kurt murmured, and Carol wiped a tear from his eye before answering.

"He told us about your self harming and the suicide attempt. He said you were having trouble at school, he didn't say what."

Kurt nodded, then began telling his parents all of it. He told them about the awful afternoons with Karofsky, the bullying, the having no friends and by the time he got to the fight between Blaine and Karofsky his father looked livid and Carol was crying.

"That explains the black eye and your lip." Burt spat out. "Kurt! Why didn't you say anything?!" he yelled again.

"I told you! He's a nightmare Dad. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Kurt sobbed.

"It's alright son." Burt said, his eyes softening and he came over to Kurt and hugged him.

"But one things for sure," he said, letting his son go and tucking him under the hospital blanket.

"I am talking to your school tomorrow. If he doesn't get expelled, you'll be transferring. That's final." He stated.

Kurt just nodded and shut his eyes to try and go to sleep.