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K

I stared up at the ceiling of our room. Blaine's arms were tight around me and I sighed as the images before my eyes shifted effortlessly as the familiar, yet unsettling feeling churned in my gut. I was so done with this nonsense. The only thing I could do was take the medication that made me tired so I could sleep and not think about it, but it wasn't worth it, it was dumb, it was nothing compared to the battles Blaine fought with his mind everyday. Blaine still got angry. When Blaine got angry, he was mean. I sensed improvement however. Our arguments were becoming less and less frequent. Reese had taught me all of Blaine's medicine, and I helped everyday to ensure Blaine took enough of each one. Blaine secretly appreciated it, I could tell. We were better, we were doing well, that is until disaster struck.

B

I slowly crept around the room, picking up all the scattered laundry and tossing it into the basket while humming to myself. I had to meet Kurt downstairs in ten minutes for lunch, but before that I wanted to make our room spotless. Kurt was so much happier when the room was clean. When even the slightest thing was off, I noticed how Kurt would shift uncomfortably until he eventually fixed it. I wanted Kurt to be happy, I wanted him to smile, he'd been helping me so much lately. When the last of the dust was gone and the laundry folded, I started downstairs for my lunch with Kurt. However, I didn't enjoy what I saw. Kurt was sitting with that other kid, Nick, who was a bit too close to him. Nick's face was inches from Kurt's and he was looking at Kurt hungrily. Kurt was just laughing and smiling, not having any problem with Nick's "friendliness". Kurt turned and saw me staring, unconsciously moving away from Nick and waving to me. Instead of going over, I ran. I ran back to our room in a fit of pointless jealousy over something that was probably nothing. I ran back to our room and shut the door and sat on my bed with my knees curled to my chest. The door opened softly and Kurt stepped in.

"What just happened?" He asked, clearly trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. I didn't answer. "Blaine!" He tried again, "What is your issue that you ran away?" I sighed and looked at the wall.

"You were very cozy with Nick today." I said and mentally slapped myself. Kurt just stared at me, awestruck.

"I can't even believe this." He said dryly.

"So you don't even deny it!" I yelled and jumped up.

"You're being stupid!"

"At least I'm honest!"

"I'm not honest now?"

"Apparently not!"

"I'm done." He said with finality and little emotion. I stopped and stared at him bitterly.

"W-what?" I said softly, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice.

"I'm done with you! I can't take this anymore! It's Saturday, and I'm going home and I don't want to see you again until I have to on Monday, when you'll be sleeping in your own bed alone." He said icily, grabbing his bag from the chair and storming out of the room.

I remained where I was. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Why? Why am I such a freakin' moron? I just say these horrible things, things that don't even make sense to me, they just come out. And now it caused me to lose the greatest thing in my life. I wasn't sure what to do. I sat there on the bed, swimming in my own agony and emotional pain for hours and hours, until the sun had long past set, until I could no longer thin logically at all whatsoever, until my mind came up with a better thing to do.

K

It felt good to be with my family again. Even if my heart was tearing in my chest, it was nice to sit with the people I loved and at least pretend to laugh. I hadn't told anyone about what happened with Blaine, I didn't want to think about it now. I did my best to take my mind off of him, but I couldn't help but worry if he was okay, I mean, I had just left him there. My father was retelling his heroic tale of the time he had rescued the bird that had flown into the window, when my phone rang. I took my phone out and curiously read Blaine's sisters name on the screen. I excused myself and answered in private.

"Hi-"

"Something's wrong with Blaine." Came the response quickly.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, silently panicking.

"When was the last time you saw him Kurt?" She asked, he voice racing.

"Um, y-yesterday morning, Reese, what's going on? W-we had a fight and I left…"

"He didn't call me, he calls me every Sunday morning exactly at 7, and he didn't today, so I called him-nine times-and he's not answering, he's never not answered when it was me. Kurt, I'm in Denver, I can't go check on him, something isn't right here. Please at least try to reach him, If you can, god, please go check on him. I'm worried Kurt."

"Calm down honey, calm down." I said though my own heart was racing. "I'm leaving now."

"Oh thank you, thank you Kurt, please call me as soon as you know." We said our goodbyes and I gave my family some lame excuse before sprinting to my car and all but speeding back to Dalton. On the way there, I thought of every possible scenario that could have caused Blaine to ignore his sister. He was probably just really mad at him, or his phone had died. It didn't matter at this point anymore though, Iraced through the Dalton dorm to their room, where I gulped and opened the door, jumping into the room. No one was there.

"Blaine?" I asked cautiously.

The bathroom door was open a creak, so I slipped over and knocked softly. When no reply came I pushed the door open to make sure he wasn't ignoring me. He wasn't. What was in the bathroom was the most horrible sight I'd even seen. I dropped to my knees. Blaine lay strewn out on the bathroom floor surrounded by a puddle of his own blood.
"No…no, no, no" I whispered continuously to myself. I started to scream hoping anyone would hear and come help. I grabbed Blaine into my arms not even thinking about it and began to sob as I screamed for help. I tremblingly took out my phone while still holding Blaine and dialed 911, screaming into it that I needed help, trying my best to explain the situation I didn't understand as my brain reeled. The woman on the other end was saying things. Saying help was coming. Saying something. I had stopped listening when I saw Blaine's arms, the blood was coming out of what seemed like hundreds of gashed cut in perfect rows down his forearms. I couldn't even process the thought. Blaine had done this to himself. Blaine had done this to himself because of me. This was my fault.

"BLAINE!" I shouted miserably and the room began to spin and mine and Blaine's head collided with the tile floor. I heard voices in the distance coming closer before everything turned to blackness.

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