Blaine sighed heavily. He was slumped in a chair at the back of the choir room- no surprise there. Everyone else were chatting away… ignoring Blaine, as usual. He looked around the room. Everyone in the room were friends, they were all so close; Unique and Marley, Joe and Tina, Jake and Finn, Ryder and Sam… Nobody had time for Blaine, and why should they? Blaine knew who he was- a lying, cheating, manipulative loser who didn’t deserve anything or anyone.

Blaine felt like he could cry all day long, but he couldn't. He was cold, stone cold, and was trying to shut himself out from the world. He didn't know what he was feeling; was he angry? Scared? Tired? Bored? Sad?

"I don't even know anymore." Blaine thought, "I don't know who I am anymore."

He just wanted somebody to notice. He was drowning in hate and anger and angst but no-one seemed to care.

"Nobody cares about me." Thoughts went round in his mind, "I'm pathetic. I'm nothing. No-one cares. Nobody want me. Kurt hates me. He doesn't trust me. I'm such a pathetic little freak. I'm a fucking idiot."

Blaine leant back in his chair. He didn't care if he fell and broke his neck. Nobody else would, so why should he?

"What's the point?" Suddenly came to mind. The same thought that had been circling his head for days on end. The reason he would stay up listening to Nirvana and Green Day until the early hours of the morning. The reason he'd been slacking off in class. The reason he'd began to lose interest in most things- dancing, singing, friendship, love. Even coffee and hair gel.

He ran a hand through his pathetically gelled hair. He heard the bell ring for lunch break, but didn't move. Instead he looked at his wrists.

"Cutting?" He thought, "No. There's no point. Nobody would give a shit anyway." Then he sighed and looked up. The room was deserted. Empty. Just like his shallow heart.

"Alone. Empty. Nobody. Lonely. Hopeless." Words circulated his mind.

Then Blaine leant his head back and began to cry. An endless flood of tears. His body shook and he gasped for air. Tears streaked his face.

"Kurt…please…I need you…" Blaine sobbed hopelessly. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called number 1 on his speed dial.

"Please pick up…please…" Blaine begged silently. After what felt like forever, the phone was answered.

"Blaine, seriously, I'm not in the mood to talk right now."

"Kurt…I can't do this anymore." Blaine sobbed loudly.

"What? Are you okay?"  Kurt's bored and fed up tone was immediately swapped to a worried and concerned one.

"I feel so empty and lonely and rubbish and hopeless and…I need you." Blaine cried. By now he had curled up into a ball on the chair.

"Blaine…honey…I don't know what to say."  Kurt finally admitted.

Blaine was silent.

"Blaine?"  Kurt asked.

"I-I…I want you to tell me it will get better. Because I'm not sure how much longer I can live like this." Blaine sighed sadly.

He heard Kurt gasp. "Oh, my…Blaine…"

"Please, Kurt…help me…I'm tired of all of it. The sleepless nights, the lonely days, getting up in the morning when really I want to lie in bed all day and just…well, just die, honestly." Blaine sniffed. The hysterical crying had subsided now, but it didn't make him feel any better.

"It will all b-be okay, Blaine. I promise y-you that. But t-this isn't the end. It can't be."  Kurt stumbled clumsily over his words.

"Why do I deserve to live this way? Nobody cares. Not even you. If I can't have love, then why should I be living?" Blaine sniffed.

"I-I care, Blaine…" Kurt said, sounding small.

"No, you don't. Nobody does. You don't trust me anymore, but I don't blame you. I'm a horrible person and I don't deserve you or anyone else."

"Stop it, Blaine! Stop hating yourself! I love you. I-I love you, Blaine. So m-much. You've taught me everything; to be t-true to myself, to be confident, to never s-say never. You taught me to h-have courage. Courage, Blaine. Something I've had forever. Something we share."  Kurt sobbed.

"…You love me?" Was all Blaine could say.

"For fucks sake, Blaine. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're my whole world. Just think, if you…kill yourself…you'll be leaving me, by myself. And I'll be lost without…you."  Kurt cried.

"Kurt…I would never do that. I don’t want to leave you. I never will. I promise." Blaine said.

"Oh, t-thank you so much."  Kurt whispered.

"But, Kurt, I'm scared. I don't like hating myself. I-I just want…I want to love myself again." Blaine sniffed sadly.

"I-I know…it must be…terrifying but I'll get you help. I promise. I'll call Finn to talk to Emma."  Kurt said, his voice sounding stronger.

"Thank you. Thank you for everything." Blaine felt like he could breathe again.

"I'd do anything for you, Blaine."  Blaine felt himself smiling, something he hadn't done for a long time.

"We'll get through this, I mean it."

"I know." Blaine felt his heart lift.

"And I'll be here for you. I love you, Blaine Anderson."  Kurt said.

Blaine could finally live normally again. Yes, he'd be going to daily counselling sessions with Ms. Pillsbury, yes, everyone would think there was something wrong with him and yes, he wouldn't feel whole without Kurt with him. But, he knew Kurt loved him. And that was all he needed.

"I love you too, Kurt Hummel."