His moment of happiness ended quickly.

“So school tomorrow…” Finn said randomly.

Shit, that’s right we had school tomorrow. Kurt thought.

By then people would surely know.

Yeah he had told them not to tell anyone but who knows if they’d keep their word.

“I don’t think they’d tell.” Blaine said as if he could sense what Kurt was thinking.

“Blaine’s right, they won’t tell.” Finn reassured.

“You guys are probably right.” Kurt said as he grabbed his phone.

Oh thirty-two facebook notifications? What could this be about?

Most of his glee club members had written apologies on his wall saying things like “Stay strong.” “It gets better.” “Don’t forget we love you.” “Stay away from sharp objects.”

It was sweet that they cared and that they wanted to comfort him but did they have to put it on fucking facebook for the world to see?

Now everyone would know.

Not know the details of why just know that he did.

His blood run cold when he noticed under one of Puck’s posts on his wall, it said “I feel for yah man, if you think of doing anything drastic give me a call and I’ll talk to you. I got your back Hummel, your mah boy.”

This didn’t bother him; it was sweet of Noah actually.

But the comments underneath…

“What’d I miss? Jeez I left glee a few minutes early and facebook blows up with don’t kill yourself status’? What the fucks going on?” Santana commented.

“Kurt’s been going through some stuff and it turns out he’s been really depressed. We were just comforting him Santana.” Quinn replied.

Kurt was really glad Quinn didn’t go into details.

But then he read on…

“Yeah, dude’s been cutting himself and starving himself and shit. It’s pretty fucked up.” Puck commented crudely.

“Why’s my dolphin upset? And why’s he hurting himself? My poor wittle Kurtie.” Brittany replied.

“Person stuff, Britt.” Mercedes replied sensibly.

“What’s made him so upset that he would do that?” Santana asked.

“More like who, is the question.” Puck said.

“Okay, who? Who’s messin’ with him because I’m gonna fuck whoever it is up!” Santana commented.

“Inbox me. Some pretty cray cray shit’s gone down. I don’t think Kurt wanted it all over facebook. We weren’t allowed to tell anyone.” Puck typed back.

“Okay.” Santana said.

“Why can’t you tell anyone? ‘Tana will you tell me when you know?” Brittany asked confused.

“Britt, call me. I can’t put this on facebook.” Was all Santana wrote.

That was the end of the comments but Kurt couldn’t help but feel like something was terribly wrong.

They hadn’t said too much as to it being out of hand but is was still made very obvious.

All that he had feared became real when a new post appeared on his wall.

“You fucking told everyone. I’m gonna get you tomorrow fag.”

Kurt was about to delete Karofsky’s comment but decided he better document this incase things got real. He took a screen shot and deleted the comment and logged off facebook.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yeah Finn, school’s gonna be great tomorrow.” Kurt said sighing.

Blaine and Finn were talking and Kurt sat up and spoke.

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go change and use the bathroom and night time skin care all that jazz. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Kurt said quietly before exiting his room and into the bathroom.

He slid off his jeans and into a pair of pajama pants.

He smiled, they were Blaine’s. He left them here once and Kurt found them very comfy.

He unbuttoned his shirt and left the white undershirt on as put his clothes in the hamper and made his way to the mirror.

“You look like shit.” He told himself.

“And you’re talking to yourself.” He retorted back.

“And oh god, now you’re fighting with yourself.” He laughed.

He stared into his eyes and then took around the surroundings.

He sighed.

As he went to grab his toothbrush he knocked his razor of the edge of the sink.

His thoughts began to wander.

“No. Bad Kurt.” He scolded  himself.

He reached up and opened the medicine cabinet.

There it was.

A box of new razor blades.

He took one in his hand.

He pressed it to his skin and let out a shakie breath.

With a swift motion he dragged the blade across his skin. Cutting deeply into his wrist leaving a trail of fresh blood to follow.

He did it again.

And again.

Each time a little deeper.

Each time a little closer to where the purplish veins could been seen against the contrast of his pale wrist.

He cut and cut and cut.

When it appeared to be no more room left to cut he moved unto his other arm.

He did the same thing.

With a slip up of his nondominate hand he cut too deeply and sliced one of the main veins or artiers or water ever the hell they were. He was bleeding like crazy.

He bled uncontrollable.

It just wouldn’t stop.

The pain and the blood loss making him dizzy.

He almost slipped in the pool of blood but he caught himself on the edge of the tub.

He grabbed onto the hand towel rack on his way down to stop him from falling but was unsuccessfully.

Now the hand towel was being hastily wrapped around the bleeding wound and he applied pressure to stop the bleeding.

It was about thirty minutes and five towels later until the blood finally clotted or did whatever it did to make it stop bleeding.

The bleeding was done.

He stood up quickly.

Maybe a little too quickly.

He felt so dizzy but he focused on one of the tiles on the wall to steady himself.

He got down and cleaned away all of the blood.

He then washed his arms clean and padded them dry.

That was scary.

That was a rush.

That was exciting.

Kurt had never felt that way before.

The adrenaline coursing through his body.

This felt great!

He moved towards the door, but felt dizzy again from the blood loss.

“Okay, I’ll just go to sleep now.” He told himself before exiting the bathroom.

Kurt sat back down onto the bed and laid his head on Blaine’s chest and closed his eyes.

He drifted asleep quickly.

He was so tired and dizzy and sleep just overwhelmed him.

“Finn.” Blaine whispered across his sleeping boyfriend.

“Yeah?” Finn whispered back.

“He did it again.” Blaine said sadly as he grabbed Kurt’s hand in his and turned his arm lightly so Finn could see the new cuts.

“Shit. What are we going to do?” Finn said back in a state of panic.

“I-I don’t know.”