A/N: Hello readers. I'm actually in a deep dark depression right now, so I've decided to start this new angsty Klaine fic. I'm not sure how long it'll be. At least I'm still writing. Because right now, that's my only true outlet. I hope you like this. Please bear with me; I've never really written angst before. If you want, please follow favorite alert or review. Thanks alot!

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, overdose, bullying. Please let me know if I forgot anything. I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters, nor the Trevor Project, which I mentioned in here. Their phone number is real.

Prologue

Burt Hummel knew something was up with his son. When Kurt refused to eat dinners some nights, or when Mercedes Jones, his best friend, called about weekend plans to go shopping, or when he missed his nightly moisturizer routine, shit got real. Then, the problem was absolutely confirmed the day Burt watched Kurt practice his dancing with his soon-to-be-stepbrother, Finn Hudson, in the classroom. As Dave Karofsky walked by the classroom, sneering disgustingly at Kurt and Finn, Burt was furious.

The bullying got even worse his junior year. Burt decided he's had enough, and talked to principal Figgins. Kurt was scheduled to see a psychiatrist once a week, and was perscribed an anti-depressant. Burt was upset he couldn't afford to take his son to the all-boys school, Dalton Academy. He just couldn't afford it. Burt, of course, tried his best to be there for his son. They would all sit together at night, watching tv as a family (after Burt and Carole got married), but Kurt never could concentrate or smile. It's been a long time, weeks, since Burt has seen his son smiling, just being Kurt.

The nightmares happened almost every night. Burt winced as he heard Kurt crying out in his sleep, thrashing around on his bed, muffled sobs escaping his throat. Burt would hold him, let him cry, and eventually Kurt would fall back asleep. This happened several times a night.

Burt felt helpless, because he didn't know what else to do for his son. Everyday he questioned himself. How can I help? What could have I done BETTER? He's going to be ok...right? Burt was fearful at times, but he kept the faith, just trying to help Kurt get through difficult times.

xxxK&Bxxx

Kurt closed his eyes tightly, as he rocked back and forth next to the bathroom toliet, hugging his knees. He lay his head on his knees, staring off into the distance at the tiled bathroom floor, feeling empty. Emotionally numb. Completely hopeless. No one would miss me...No one would have to put up with my issues anymore...I can't do this. I'm tired. I'm tired of ASKING for help. TRYING to make it through, just DAILY. It's getting harder, and I just don't know what to do anymore. I can see it affecting my dad...he doesn't need this. He's got his own health to worry about...I'm just making it worse...Kurt thought miserably. His eyes gazed over to the bottle of pills he had sat next to him only 20 minutes ago. I should throw them all down the toliet...or just overdose...yeah. That would be easier...Soon enough, those numbers and his name on the medicine bottle became intimadating. He sighed, and picked up the bottle, turning it around in his hands, contemplating what to do. His father and Carole were sleeping. Finn was at Rachel's house, having a movie night. It was Friday, and Kurt had no one. Or at least, he felt that way.

Alone on a Friday night...Again. Kurt felt a single tear run down his pale cheek, and he wiped it away. He sniffed, and pulled his phone out, logging onto his Twitter account. He scrolled through his timeline, seeing nothing really of interest.

He did see that The Trevor Project had tweeted.

trevorproject You matter to us. If you are thinking of hurting yourself, please call our lifeline to speak with a trained counselor: 866-488-7386.

Kurt has, indeed, heard time and time again of The Trevor Project. He's never actually called.

Would they help? What could they do for me? Kurt thought. He set the pills down, and logged out, bringing up his phone pad. As his fingers hovered over the numbers, he shook his head. Just do it. Maybe it'll help. He dialed the number already saved onto his phone, and soon someone picked up.

"Trevor Project. What's going on?" A smooth and velvety voice said on the other end.

Kurt took a deep breath. You can DO this. "E-Everything...P-Please...help m-me..."

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-Marianne