Ella walked through the front door after a long terrible day of work fighting off her perverted young assistant’s cocky sexual advances and her boss moving up already fast approaching deadlines. She was relieved to sink into the sofa with a long exasperated sigh, kicking of her heels and sighing with the relief on her throbbing feet. After a few minutes of relaxation she heard a loud thud from upstairs, “Blaine what the heck are you doing up there? Keep it down I need to rest before I fix our dinner”. Expecting a snarky response she waited with ears at attention, when none came she was curios normally everything she says is rebutted with some sarcastic comment.  She hops off the couch and heads upstairs groaning with each step all the way to the door of Blaine’s room but he is nowhere to be seen. She turns around confused and curious when she notices the bathroom door open just a crack walking up to the door she paused. Listening intently for a second she heard what sounded like water rushing over the side of the sink “Blaine shut off the sink we just installed those tiles and your already going to ruin them”. She walked away to change out of her suit and into a pair of the yoga pants she willed herself out of each morning while getting ready for work.

Passing the bathroom door again she paused and still heard the water running. With a twinge of annoyance she opens the door to shut the water off, quickly forgetting the water once she is greeted with the image of Blaine. Ella screams and throws herself into the puddle of water and blood soaking the floor grasping onto him screaming with in sobs. Quickly realizing that Blaine is still alive she rips the blade from his hand that he used to cut several deep rough slits into his wrists, wraps a towel around his arm and whips from the room to dial 911.

            While waiting for the ambulance to arrive Ella sits sobbing with her sons head in her lap holding pressure to his wounds and willing him to live with every breath she takes. Blinking the tears from her eyes and looking into his face she just keeps thinking and saying “ why did you do this to yourself your only fifteen?”, when she notices a piece of paper taped to the mirror above the sink. In her frenzy to shut the water off and call for help she hadn’t noticed it. Ella is adjusting to stand up and grab the note while still trying to keep pressure on Blaine’s wound when she hears the EMT bounding up the stairs to where Blaine was lying. They quickly got to work getting him on a stretcher and on his way to the hospital. Once her legs were steady enough to walk again she grabbed Blaine’s note off the mirror and took off after them jumping into the ambulance. Her head was spinning thoughts going a thousand miles a minute and flashes of her son lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood and in front of her in this ambulance began to haunt her why? Why would he do this? She couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around it. She just wanted him to wake up so she could ask all the questions flying through her mind.

            In a moment she was whipped back to reality and looked down to the piece of paper crumpled in her trembling hands. She took a deep breath and opened it up and began to read. Reading it over and over again noticing the frantic scribbles of his writing and that her grammar freak of a son did not even include punctuation in the letter. Each time she read the letter her heart broke more and more.

Mom

            I am very sorry it has come to this I really don’t know what to even say last night made me realize that I couldn’t take it here anymore I just wanted to be dead. I tried to tell you but I just couldn’t bring myself to face you im pretty sure that you already knew since the entire school seemed to know I tried to tell you about them harassing me and that the bruises I kept coming home with weren’t from soccer with you at work all the time I knew I could get away with lying honestly mom I haven’t been to soccer in two years they knew and they hated me for it they beat me both verbally and physically every day I cant take it anymore I want to tell you I have replayed the conversation in my head each and every night but in my dreams all I can see is the disgust in their faces reflected in your eyes Mom I love you so much so I wanted you to know I am Gay but I just couldn’t face your reaction I cant handle it all the hatred and the beating and I just know I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you started hating me too Im sorry it has come to this I love you so much I just hope you can look back at my life with love instead of disgust like everyone else will

                                                            Blaine.

            Ella can’t seem to sit still once Blaine is stable and in his room. She’s constantly pacing up and down the room whipping around with any sound that could even resemble the sound of her son waking up; and zoning off out the only window in the small single hospital room. She can’t help but look around and take in the tacky wall paper and paintings hanging on the wall that are supposed to provide a comforting feel. Ella however sees these as a distraction because her gaze always returns intently to her son, until the knock on the door came. Ella looked around at the young man standing in the door way of her sons hospital room.

            The boy looked tentative and concerned if he should be there or not. Starting to speak a few times then stopping and looking solemn. Ella broke the silence a few moments later. “Can I help you, do you know my son?” The boy looked up from the spot on the floor he was kicking at when she spoke. “No Mrs. Anderson I just” he trailed off. Ella could tell this boy was struggling with what happened to her son, by the looks of his skin tight jeans and knee high boots she assumed he was gay like her son was. The boy spoke again this time with more confidence like he finally figured out what he wanted to say. “My name is Kurt, Kurt Hummel I got to McKinley, I heard about what happened to you son and…and I was hoping I could come and talk to him. I am the only out kid at my school and I know about how rough the bullies can be. I know how alone he must have felt. I was just hoping I could be a friend for him for when he woke up. When he was ready to talk” Kurt trailed off in thought and Ella’s eyes began to well up with tears.

            The next week Ella and Kurt became very well acquainted with each other. Blaine was still in a coma, he had come very close to actually succeeding in killing himself. Kurt seemed to always be around from the moment he and Ella meet. Ella appreciated the comfort, since her husband died and her other son Cooper couldn’t bother to show up in their lives any more Ella would have been so alone if it weren’t for Kurt, and Kurt wanted to be there for both of them when Blaine finally woke up; which according to the doctors should be soon, since he was recovering well. Kurt and Ella chatted over those three days about many things but mostly about Fashion. Kurt could tell even from Ella’s attempts at hospital comfort clothes that the woman had style, and he was very appreciative. His step mother Carol had to be forced into appreciation of fashion once she married his father. Kurt and Ella were talking about his month’s issue of vogue sitting on either side of Blaine’s bed holding his hands when they heard a groan.

 Waking up Blaine was confused why he felt so stiff why his eyes were so heavy. He could hear his mother talking somewhere close to him, he could hear her calm soothing voice talking about the sensibility of wearing a cape.  He finally opens his eyes and is greeted with a bright light glaring in his eyes; he whipped his arm up to shield his eyes from the light above him so he could look around. That’s when he noticed the bandage on his arm and his minds racing and he began to panic, he was supposed to be dead. He shut his eyes again; he had to have been dreaming because he killed himself, he couldn’t go on anymore. As he sat there listening to his mother he began to cry because her voice even in its panicked frenzied state was still soothing. He closed his eyes and listened to her comforting sweet voice. “Blaine sweetie, its ok open your eyes and talk to us.” Us who is us who else could be here with his mother in what he assumes is the hospital or hell. It’s probably just the doctor he thinks to himself as he opens his eyes.

He is greeted with the most beautiful thing his eyes have ever seen. A beautiful boy with perfectly styled hair, piercing blue eyes with tears welling in them, and a smile spread across his face. It took a long time staring at this boy to realize he didn’t know him. Blaine looked around confused until he caught sight of his mom and he immediately looked down to where his fingers were entwined sitting on his lap. This is the moment it truly registered what he had done and that he had survived a look of pure agony was on his face. “Ill give you two a few minutes” the boy’s voice was almost musical in the way he spoke. Ella nodded with a smile as he stepped out of the room and she smiled down at her son.

Not even a second later she was hugging him crying into his shoulder smiling from ear to ear. “Don’t you ever do that again you hear me! You nearly broke my heart into a million pieces” Blaine was shocked by his mother’s words “Didn’t you get my note” he asked in a tone of utter confusion. Ella sat up and composed herself and stared down at him “Yes, but we don’t have to talk about that now if you don’t want to, I’m not…I’m just so happy your finally awake”. Blaine could feel his face molding into his signature shocked expression as he looked intently into his mother’s eyes “You…You don’t hate me?”. As soon as he said it Blaine knew the answer, he now knows that his mother could never hate him and the expression on her face sent pangs of regret straight to his heart. Ella began to tear up again, Blaine could tell she was trying to fight it but her eyes were red and puffy he could tell that she has been crying for a while. She blinked the tears away as they started streaming down her face “I could never hate you…although I came very close after reading that note but not for the reason you think.” She shoved him playfully “Blaine I have known you were gay since you were in the 6th grade and I found porn stashed in your room, and I have been waiting years for you to work up the courage to tell me so I could tell you that I love you unconditionally. Although I thought you already knew that, I guess I was mistaken” The tears now stream down her face as she hiccupped and continued “I know I have had a lot going on with work and I feel terrible about how much time you must have spent alone with your thoughts even considering what’s going on in school. I noticed how much my work was affecting you a few weeks ago, but I never thought it would get this bad.” After a long period of silence, Ella just hugging her son he spoke again. “Who was that boy in here a few minutes ago?” Ella smirked knowingly “Oh him his name is Kurt he wanted to talk to you about what you are going through. Turns out you two have a lot in common. I’m going to go get him to sit with you because you know what I am hungry and I’m going to go get us some breadstix take out.”

A few minutes after she left Kurt came to the door way. He knocked on the door before entering. Blaine looked up at him and his heart started speeding up, he could feel it in his chest and hear it on the monitor. A worried look quickly fell onto Kurts face and a nurse came rushing into the room. After a few minutes of insisting he was fine and some physical exams from the nurse they were left alone. Kurt entered the room and sat next to Blaine. “Hey im Blaine” “Kurt” They smiled at each other and Blaine could tell right then and there this was only the beginning.