One Warbler had just made a suggestion, which the rest of the group seemed to disapprove of, as they started to loudly argue. Wes picked up his gavel, "Order! Order!" he shouted, repeatedly slamming it onto the table. In the confusion, the gavel slipped from Wes' hands, falling to the floor.

"I'll get it!" the always helpful Blaine immediately suggested. The room was still arguing as he stood up. Kurt followed him with his eyes, amused at how readily he responded to the need for assistance.

Blaine bent down to reach for the gavel, and as he did so, the sleeve of his uniform slid slightly up his arm.

Kurt was shocked and scared at what he saw. He must have seen it wrong. Blaine took the gavel and handed it back to a heated Wes. He turned to return to his seat, smiling at Kurt joyfully. Kurt closed his gaping mouth and smiled back.

Blaine sat down next to Kurt and made himself comfortable. He draped an arm lazily and tenderly over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt looked over his own arm at the one resting on his shoulder. The sleeve had come up again. There was no mistaking it.

Around ten cuts, some scarred, some fresh, were stretching straight across Blaine's wrist.

Kurt looked around him. No one else seemed to notice. He was scared. He needed a moment.

Kurt suddenly raised his hand high in the air, as Blaine hastily pulled his own arm away, and Kurt asked to use the restroom, with an an unexpectedly shrill voice. The council immediately allowed him. Kurt walked out the door, Blaine grinning widely and obliviously at him.

Kurt walked through the halls, his hands over his face. "No, no, no, no, no," he whispered. It can't be. Blaine's happy with his life, he's not depressed. Why should there even be new cuts since they had been together? Didn't Blaine love him enough to be happy? Why had he never noticed? Did anyone else know?

Kurt stood shaking in an empty bathroom. He looked into the mirror. His face looked like he had been crying. He probably had. He was so scared for Blaine. He went over to the sink and splashed water on his face. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. Blaine.

Should he tell Blaine that he knows? Would it make it worse? He had to tell him. He had to make it better. Somehow.

He walked slowly back into the choir room. The argument was still going strong with most of the Warblers. Kurt sat next to an innocently happy looking Blaine. Kurt took the concerned wrist gently in his own soft hands. Blaine looked at him curiously, some fear lurking behind his eyes.

"I know." Kurt whispered simply.

Blaine quickly withdrew his wrist, pulling it back toward himself, tracing his scars and cuts with his fingers. After a moment of hesitation, he stood and left, concealing his hurt face from view with his hand. Kurt watched defeatedly. No one had even noticed Blaine leave but him. No one else had even noticed the cuts in the first place, he could tell by Blaine's expression.

Kurt strained to hold in his tears for the rest of the meeting. Blaine did not return. Kurt was worried. This would be even harder than he thought.