AN: This popped into my head while I was reading another Klaine fic, so…I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and if anyone could Beta for me, that would be AWESOME!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. TT_TT

I stared at the road eagerly, as though this would get me to my destination any faster. I was doing 95 down the freeway, weaving through the other cars at a deadly speed. It would happen today. I kept telling myself that over and over in my head. 'Today's the day Kurt. Nothing's in your way.' My dad's sleeping pills were on my bedside table, and the note I had written that morning was beside them.

I pulled into the driveway, my hands shaking as I turned off the engine. I walked up to the front door, and attempted to get it open. I had to use my other hand to guide my first. I opened the door, and walked in, throwing my book bag on the floor.

"I-I'm home Dad!" I called into the seemingly empty house. I heard a slur of words coming from my dad's room. "Perfect." I muttered. "Not sober." Ever since my life plummeted into hell, my dad's been a drunken burden on me. The only time he was sober, was when he was asleep, and even then, it was a stretch.

I sighed, and walked into my room, closing the door behind me. I threw my phone onto my bed, and grabbed the note, checking over it to make sure it was perfect. It read:

To anyone it concerns,

If you are reading this now, I am already dead. I have committed suicide in able to end the hell I have to endure every day. Dad, I'm sorry. Mom…. Did I fail you? To my friends, what can I say? Glee Club was all I really had. Mr. Schuster, even Coach Beastie. Heck. Even Karofsky. You guys were the height of my days, I truly dreaded having to go home every day. I hope that you guys don't think that you were the reason I did this. Goodbye.

~Kurt

I nodded once I finished reading over it, and set it on my table again. I picked up my phone then, when it began to ring.

"Great." I sighed. "Just what I need. The love of my life calling me just as I want to commit suicide." I sighed, and opened it up. "Hello?" I asked, trying to seem perky with Blaine on the phone.

"Hey Kurt." He said in his prefect, confident, amazing voice. "Do you have a sec?" He asked.

"Uhh…kinda?" I said, more as a question than anything else. "Why?"

"I need help with my math homework." He said through an obvious laugh. I sighed. He had been failing math all semester, and even though he transferred from Dolton only a quarter ago, he already had "F"s in basically all of his classes. Not much better than me to be honest. I sighed again.

"What's the problem?" I asked him.

"Actually…" He said.

"What?"

"…It's the whole page."

I cursed under my breath. 'Of course he would.' I thought to myself.

"Kurt? You still there?"

"Wha-? Yeah. Yeah. Want me to come over to your place?" I asked.

"What if we went to the park?"

"The park?" I repeated. "The park…?" I sighed again. "Fine. What could it hurt?" I asked rhetorically. "I'll be there in five." I said. He agreed, said good-bye, and hung up. I flopped onto my bed, defeated. I looked at my desk, the pills sitting there, waiting. I sighed again. "You'll have to wait until later." I said. And I grabbed my books, and headed out of the house, to the park.