Hey Kurt?" Blaine peeks over Kurt's shoulder as he sews sequins onto their competition outfits. "Yeah, Blaine?" Kurt doesn't raise his eyes from the material. "You know what we should do?" Blaine's voice is right at Kurt's ear. Kurt sighs, "Now is not the time for libido honey, Carole'll be home soon." Blaine chuckles, "No, that's not what I meant!" Kurt pretends to look offended and Blaine rolls his eyes, "Not that I don't want to, of course. But I was thinking." Kurt looked over his shoulder to smile at Blaine, "What were you thinking about?" Blaine frowned and rolled back on Kurt's bed, "You know Jamey?" Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, "Y-yes. W-what about him?"

Blaine shut his eyes, "I was just thinking. About when I saw the article 'Jamey Rodemeyer, 14 Year Old Boy: Commits Suicide'. I read it....and I cried so hard Kurt. I cried so hard because all I could think about was...was how just two years ago, I had been at that place. And how it's do much better now. And how if I had done what he did, I would never had met you, or Wes and Thad and David, or Finn or Mike. All of the stuff I would have missed out on...Kurt." Blaine looked up to see Kurt crying at his desk. Blaine sat all the way up, holding out his arms for Kurt to stumble into. Kurt mumbled senselessly into Blaine's chest, "I-I did too. All I could think was about...I-if he had held on, j-just a bit longer. H-he...c-could've...s-someone...h-he--" Kurt choked out a sob and Blaine hugged him close, "Sh-Shh, it's alright...it's...okay....n-no. It isn't. Nothing about it is alright. But I was thinking and I want to do something." Kurt looked up at Blaine, "What?" Blaine swallowed, "Well he made one of those videos didn't he? The 'It Gets Better' videos?" Kurt nodded and Blaine swiped a tear from his own eye, “I wanna make one too.”

Kurt nodded and got up off his bed, and Blaine reached out for him, “Wait, where are you going?” Kurt smiled as he plucked a webcam out of his desk drawer, “Getting the necessary supplies.” Blaine grinned, “Are you serious?” Kurt rolled his eyes, “Absolutely?” Blaine started plugging the camera into Kurt’s laptop, “Even if you’re eyes are still red?” Kurt chuckled and pulled another chair next to his desk one, “Even if my eyes are still red.” Blaine turned on the camera and suddenly he and Kurt could see themselves. Kurt looked at Blaine, “Do I look okay?” Blaine rolled his eyes, “Always.” Kurt patted his jacket into place, and clicked a button on the computer, and with an electronic beep, he and Blaine were being recorded.

Kurt smiled at the camera and so did Blaine. Kurt raised a hand in a small wave, “Hey, I’m Kurt, and this is my boyfriend--” Blaine raised a hand, “Blaine.” Kurt looked nervously at Blaine, “Um, okay. So we’re here today to tell you--” Blaine cut him off, “It gets better.” Kurt nodded, “So, so much better.” Then Kurt re-thought, “And, I know that sounds cheesy. I know that sounds like I’m full of shit. But it does. Three years ago, I was being shoved into lockers on a daily basis. My locker was vandalized. Everywhere I went someone was calling me a fag, or a queer-mother-fucker,” Kurt let out a long sigh and shut his eyes, “And those were the good days. Some days I was locked in a porta potty, which was then tipped over. Others I was tossed into dumpsters. And I promise you, it seemed impossible to keep going. I stopped seeing the reason to get up in the morning.” Kurt chuckled lightly, “I wore the same outfit twice in one week, which doesn’t sound huge, but I’m sort of a fashionista. That was bad for me. But anyways, I-i...it was bad. I was on the fast track to taking that last step. That last big leap, into a long pit of nothing,” a tear ran down Kurt’s cheek, but then he looked up brightly at Blaine, “And then I met this guy.”
Kurt raised their joined hands, and Blaine looked at the camera, “And after we met, it was so much better. For both of us. We finally had somebody that got it. We had each other, and we were able to lean on that. But before that...” Blaine’s eyes slid shut, “I came out when I was fourteen, my freshman year of high school. It was terrible. I’m small,” Blaine smiled deprecatingly, “And every person in the school seemed to have at least a hundred pounds on me. Everywhere I walked someone pushed me down, my head was slammed in a locker too many times to count. I spent more than two days a week locked in a janitor’s closet. And to top it all off  my father basically refused to have anything to do with me. Wanted no part of my life unless I was straight. He still tries to set me up with the daughters of his clients. And school was bad, but that was the worst. Because even at the end of the day, coming home bloody and bruised, I couldn’t find a reprieve in my own home.” Kurt knows what’s coming next and squeezes Blaine’s hand, Blaine opens his eyes and looks directly at the camera, “Not long after I came out, there was a dance at my school. A Sadie Hawkins dance. I had this friend, he was the only other out kid at my school, and we thought it’d be fun to go...at the end. We were waiting for his dad to pick us up, and, and, we...were attacked. Some football players...I had two broken ribs, a broken femur, and an arm to match. But...they...he...Thomas...they hit him in the head too many times...his brain...he...bled out.” Blaine has tears streaming down his face, and he looks as Kurt who smiles weakly.

Blaine turns back to the camera with a watery grin, “So, yeah. I’m not gonna lie to you. It’s pretty fantastically shitty right now. I know it is. And it may not get better for a long, long time. But it will. You just have to wait. You have to hold on, and be strong for now. Because someday, you’re going to meet someone, and you’re going to save them, and they’re going to save you. And it will be perfect. And you will be so, so happy. But for right now, it’s gonna suck. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry that it’s gonna suck. I wish I could tell you that it’ll be all sunshine-y and rainbows. But it’s not. But please, just, hold on. Because it does get better,” Blaine looked to Kurt, “Anything to add?” Kurt took a deep breath, “Not really. No. Just, I want you to know, that no matter how bad it gets, someone out there loves you. Not some facade you keep up, but the real, honest to God, you. Even if you don’t know it yet. So please, just, hang on. Hold your middle finger up for everyone that’s get down on you for now, and wait out the storm. Because it gets better.” With that, Blaine and Kurt hold up their clasped hands, blow kisses, and hit the stop button.

They smile at each other, and within minutes, they’ve re-watched the whole thing, and are uploading it to Youtube. As they load the video, Kurt types out the caption, ‘For Jamey. May he always be remembered.’ Blaine smiles at his boyfriend affectionately, and as Kurt hits the upload button, Carole calls, “Boys, I’m home!”