Hey Gleeks! It has occurred to me that all my Kurt episodes are kind of…well they're kinda emo. So I decided that I would write a cute little fluff piece. In this episode, Kurt and Mercedes have a heart to heart. Kurt's P.O.V. Enjoy!

Oh, and shout out to my friend Denis! You're my BFF forever!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Like a Sister

I was laying stomach-down on my bed with my legs kicking back and forth in the air, flipping through the latest issue of Vogue Magazine when the phone rang.

I reached out to grab it and checked the caller ID. Mercedes. "Hey, what's up Mercedes?" I answered.

"Hey Kurt, I'm bored as hell. You wanna hang out?"

"Sure!" I said happily. "Hey, why don't you come here, I just got "Greece" on Blue-Ray and I'm dying to watch it with someone."

"Sounds great, I'll be there in a few."

"Kay, see ya in a few."

"See ya."

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"Hey Kurt!" Mercedes said, giving me a big hug.

"Hey Mercedes," I said, gesturing for her to come in. We walked up stairs and into my room. "By the way, your outfit is gorgeous today." I pointed out.

She smiled. "Thanks," she said, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

I looked down at my hands, and noticed big black stains of god knows what on them. "Ugh!" I said, rolling up my sleeves slightly and walking into the bathroom to wash them. I felt Mercedes eyes following my on my way there and back.

She continued to stare as re-entered my bedroom and rolled my sleeves back down.

"What?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"Fine," I said jokingly. "Be that way."

I expected her to laugh. She didn't. I knew Mercedes probably better than she knew herself, and if I'm as good as I credit myself to be, she's gonna say what's bothering her right about…now.

"So you wanna tell me how long you've been a cutter for?" She asked in a serious tone.

I stopped dead in my tracks. What did she know? I cleared my throat. "What are you…" My voice cracked at the end. "What do you mean?"

She patted the area on the bed right beside her, gesturing for me to come sit. I obeyed.

"Kurt," She said sincerely. "You're my best friend, I know everything that goes on in your life." Her face turned back to serious. "So you can stop the lying now."

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent.

She sighed and grabbed my right arm, pulling the sleeve up swiftly and reveling the gauze that Finn had insisted I wrapped around the self inflicted injury on my wrist. I hadn't been able to take it of yet, I'd done some minor (yet still significant) damage to one of my main veins, and it was taking a long time to heal.

I took a deep breath. "I'm not a cutter," I finally said.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh no, cause wrapping gauze around your arm is totally the hot trend this season." She said sarcastically.

"No, that's not what I mean. Just listened okay?"

She sat quietly and waited for me to continue.

I inhaled deeply. "Remember a couple of weeks ago when you asked me why I was so upset during Glee rehears? Do you remember what I told you?"

She nodded. "That was the day when…" She trailed off. "Oh."

"Anyways, so I did a stupid thing that day. Very stupid. In fact, had Finn not showed up, I don't know what would have happened," I explained.

"Finn?" she asked, giving me a confused look. "What exactly did Finn do?"

"He saved my life."

"You were trying to kill yourself!?" She asked, shocked.

I nodded stiffly. "It was stupid, there were so many things going through my head, and everything was so confusing, I just wanted to…" I paused for a moment, not knowing exactly what it was that I wanted. "I wanted an escape. I didn't want to deal with it any more." I finished. I felt a tear trickle down my face.

Mercedes lunged toward me, wrapping her arms so tightly around me that it was almost hard to breathe. "Oh Kurt," She said. "I'm so sorry."

I stayed in her arms for a while, struggling to breath, but still appreciating the hug.

When she finally spoke, she seemed pained, almost scared. "Are you…Are you gonna…please don't…" She tripped over her words, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. I knew what she was trying to ask.

"I'm not gonna do it again." I answered, though the question was never really asked.

She let out a sighed of relief. "Are you," she paused. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I said positively. "I like my life; I like everything about it…mostly. The thing is Mercedes; people do stupid things when they're sad. I won't do it again."

She smiled. "You're damn right you won't."

"Now," I said, standing up and pulling her by the hands onto her feet. "What do you say we go get some ice cream?"

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"Chocolate ice cream is better than strawberry," Mercedes stated.

I took another lick of my cone. "Yes, but mine has sprinkles on it."

"But mine has whipped cream."

I laughed. "Let's just say that they're both really good," I said happily. "Deal?"

She giggled. "Deal."

The two of us laughed and ate our ice cream for a while before Mercedes finally changed the subject. "Hey Kurt?" she asked, whipping the ice cream off her face.

I looked up at her and noticed a sincere look in her eyes, like she had been waiting to tell me something. "Yeah?" I asked.

"Remember that day when I told you that I liked you?"

"How could I forget the day you smashed my windows in?" I asked playfully. I wasn't mad about that anymore.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Anyways, I've been thinking a lot about that day and how good of friends we are, and," she hesitated. "I do love you Kurt." She finally said. "Not like, in a romantic way, but like a family way. You're like a brother to me."

I smiled at her. "Mercedes, you're the closest thing to a sister I ever had. I love you too."

She smiled back. "No more secrets, okay?"

"For sure," I answered. She was like a sister to me.

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