Ring…ring…ring…ring… “Damn it Blaine Pick up your phone!” Kurt yelled breaking the silence of his bedroom.

“Hello?” Blaine asked picking up his phone.

“Oh good you answered.” Was all Kurt said.

“What no ‘hello sweetie’ ‘how was your day’ ‘I miss you’ ‘you’re really hot and I want you now’” Blaine teased.

But Kurt didn’t laugh; he let out a whimper and began to sob uncontrollably into the phone.

“Kurt I was kidding. What’s wrong?” Blaine asked very concerned.

“I-I, Blaine-Blaine-Blaine-Blaine- B-bblaiiinnneeeee. We-we need to talk. I’m so sorry. Pp-ppleasee don’t hate me. I-I’m just so so so so so sorry Blaine. Don’t ha-hate mee. I’m so sorry. Please forgive m-me. I’m-I’m so so-rry.” Kurt choked out in between sobs.

“Kurt what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Blaine asked getting really worried.

“He-he he saw m-my hickeys. You know the o-ones y-you gave m-me and he taunted me and and he hit me-“ Kurt stammered.

“HE HIT YOU?” Blaine cut him off.

“Ye-yeah. But that’s not the bad part. I-I’m so sorry Blaine. I-I’m so so so so so sorry. I-I love you and I-I’m just so sorry. Please-please don’t hate me. Don’t be mad at m-me. I’m-I’m so sorry-”

“What happened Kurt?” Blaine asked confused and worried.

“He-he kissed me.” Kurt cried out. “I’M SO SORRY BLAINE. I-I’m so sorry. Pl-Please don’t hate me. I-I tried pushing him away I really did and when that didn’t work I bit his lip and and when he moved backwards I-I made a break for it but-but he grabbed me and I-I fell down the stairs and-and he threatened me-and I’m sorry Blaine-“

“Kurt, I’ll be right over. Just tell me your okay. And stop apologizing. You didn’t do anything. We’ll get this straightened out. Okay?” Blaine spoke as he ran to his car in Dalton’s parking lot.

“He-he threatened you-you too B-Blaine. I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Kurt said practically breaking inside as the memory flooded his mind.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you and your faggy boyfriend.”

The sentence played over and over again in Kurt’s mind.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you and your faggy boyfriend.”

“This can’t be happening.” Kurt thought to himself.

But it was.

Not only was Kurt at risk, but now Blaine—Blaine Anderson, the boy he loved, the boy he would do anything for, the boy that made this awful awful world decent—was now at risk.

Kurt felt responsible for the fact that Karofsky threatened to kill Blaine. He knew he probably shouldn’t beat himself up about because it wasn’t entirely his fault.

But he sure did feel like it was his fault.

He and Blaine were no longer safe, and the fact that Kurt was responsible for this ate him up inside.

He wondered how this could be happening. How life could just get this messed up. Why couldn’t he just get away from everything? Just end it, you know?

He was tired of running. He was tired of being scared. Living in fear. Wondering when a threat would become a reality. He was sick of it.

Sick of everything.

Why couldn’t things just be easy for him. Things were getting to difficult for him to handle.

He would never let other people know that. But inside Kurt Hummel was breaking.

He had been broken for long before too, but this-this just made things worse.

He was struggling enough as is, but now Karofsky had to go and involve  Blaine?

Blaine didn’t deserve this.

Kurt was slowly becoming overwhelmed with guilt.

He snapped.

Kurt Hummel rarely lost his temper but now his blood was boiling with rage and he needed an outlet.

He punched the wall behind him leaving a fist sized hole there. He’s knuckles throbbed and began to bleed. But he didn’t care.

The pain felt good.

It felt soothing.

And relieving.

And he wanted to do it again.

He moved back for a second and let everything go.

He repeatedly punched the wall, alternating fists because they stung so badly with each blow. But the stinging didn’t bother him, only gave him a sense of closure.

Kurt Hummel knew violence was never the answer but it sure did feel good to express his emotions in a way such as this. And he hated to admit it but he took great pleasure in the pain coursing through his hands and wrists.

“Hey there! What’d that wall ever do to you?” Blaine asked as he walked across the room wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding his bloody hands in his.

“I’m sorry, I just lost it a little.”

“I’ll say.” Blaine stated gesturing to the holes that covered the wall.

“Damn. I really did lose control.” Kurt mumbled. “I-I don’t know what to do Blaine-”

“We’ll work this out, everything will all work out in the end. We’ll be just fine. Okay?” Blaine asked in his most comforting tone taking Kurt’s hand back in his.

Kurt winced a little at the touch, but found himself clinging more to his boyfriends embrace. “I’m sorry.” Kurt breathed out. Shaking a little.

“Don’t be. We’re going to be okay. Kurt?” Blaine asked his eyes pleading.

“Yeah?” Kurt said looking up at Blaine.

“I just I love you. Okay?” Blaine said making it into a question.

“I love you too.” Kurt mumbled into Blaine’s shirt where he had begun to bury his face.

“We’re going to be okay.” Blaine said reassuringly.

“I don’t know” Kurt whispered. But Blaine didn’t hear him. He couldn’t hear the uncertainty in his boyfriend’s voice, the sadness in his eyes.