A/N: This is what I think could have happened in On My Way. No spoilers, just headcanon. TRIGGER WARNING. Slightly. But I wouldn't recommend reading it if you're sensitive about attempted suicide and implied self-harm.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

"I know we're a little dramatic sometime, but I don't think anyone would ever consider taking their own life."

Kurt was furious. None of them knew what it was like to be in that dark a place. They all said no one would ever do that. What did they know? Had they ever been picked on? Well, they were picked on, but not as much as him and Blaine. And Karofsky.

Without thinking, he pushed up the sleeve of his shirt and shoved his bare arm into the circle. All eyes locked in on the slightly prominent red lines slowly fading away into porcelain skin.

Kurt watched Blaine's eyes widen from across the circle. He already knew, but he didn't know Kurt would share. Blaine had found them one day in a heated make-out session. Kurt just couldn't lie to his boyfriend like he lied to everyone else. "My cat scratched me," he'd tell them when they asked. Or, "I fell. I'm so clumsy!" "Too tight bracelets." No one knew, or bothered to know, that Kurt didn't have a cat, Nor was he clumsy, and he never wore bracelets. But they all knew now, and would probably never forget. Blaine moved around the circle to Kurt and clutched his hand.

"Oh my God. Kurt…" Mercedes said in a low voice.

"'No one would ever do something like that,'" Kurt mimicked. "You can't just assume these things. You have no idea what it's like."

"We've all been bullied, Kurt, and it's not a reason to hurt yourself in any way," Rachel said. "Personally, I would just switch schools—"

"Doesn't matter. It follows you," Kurt said in a monotone. "Wherever you go, there will always be bullies. The whispers behind your back, the fingers pointing in the hall, the horrible posts spamming your Facebook, they hurt. Like hell."

"That's happened to all of us," Rachel tried to reason again, "but we don't try to—"

"People think I have a disease, Rachel," Kurt said, eyes hard. "They think it's a phase or I'm confused and they try to "fix" me. Sometimes, it's just too much. All of these bad feelings build up and you just can't take it any more. You just give up." Kurt's voice broke, and Blaine put a protective arm around Kurt's waist.

"Kurt?" Mr. Schuester asked, and Kurt looked up at him. "Is this... okay? Telling us this stuff?"

Kurt drew in a shaky breath. "I think they should know." He locked eyes with Blaine, who pulled him even closer.

"Middle school was tough," he began. "High school was harder. I was figuring out who I was, and everyone else had worked it out, too, apparently. It started with the names. Then it was the occasional shove into a locker. When I was finally allowed to get a Facebook, there was so much hate mail written on my wall that I deleted it a week later. I went home every day crying. One day, I just broke..."

Kurt, who had been looking into his lap, trailed off, lost in thought and memory. Blaine murmured something in his ear that was incomprehensible to the rest of the group, but Kurt nodded.

"That day was no different from any other," the brunette continued after a minute. "And that was the problem. When I got home, I saw a knife on the counter, and I just thought how easy it would be to... I had been thinking about it for a while, how I could control my own pain if I wanted, but when I got really close to actually acting on it... I guess I just talked myself out of it." He smiled ruefully. "I wish it could still be that easy.

"But that day I went into the bathroom and saw a razor just sitting there, and it's like I stopped thinking. It never helped, and I never liked it, even though I had myself convinced I did. By the time I realized how terrible it was, I couldn't stop."

"Does your father know?" Mr. Schue asked, eyebrows pulled together, corners of mouth turned down.

Kurt gave a jerky nod. "He found me while I was doing it once. Sent me to a therapist straight after. But... just seeing the look on his face when he walked in... I felt like the worst son in the world."

They were all silent for a bit, before Rachel's voice bit through the air. "Blaine was bullied, too," she countered. "He never did this stuff."

God dammit, Rachel. You just had to bring that up. Kurt looked to Blaine, who had his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. "You don't have to tell them if you don't want to," he quietly reminded his boyfriend.

"But I do want to," he replied. Slowly, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "I tried to kill myself," he said softly. This was met by blank stares and few sharp intakes of breath. Kurt, who was now leaning against the shorter boy, could feel Blaine's heart beating rapidly. "It just… I felt like I couldn't go on. The bullying was really bad before I went to Dalton. I kept fantasizing about ways to kill myself. God, it sounds so messed up... One day, I took all the pills I could find. I didn't…" He shook his head and cleared his throat.

Blaine paused a bit before continuing. "I waited for a while, but nothing happened. Everything was hazy and weird, but I wasn't losing consciousness. I just remember wanting it all to be over. My father keeps a shotgun in his room. I was this close to using it. I had it loaded and everything. There was absolutely nothing stopping me. I was about to pull the trigger when I passed out.

"I woke up in the hospital," Blaine continued. "My brother, Cooper, had found me. I still can't believe I did that to him." A tear escaped, so Kurt took over talking.

"When we found out about each other, we did everything to help. I think it's safe to say that we are both in a much better place now." Kurt looked to Blaine for confirmation, and Blaine gave a slight nod.

They grasped hands. The couple was very grateful for many things. They were grateful they had met each other on the staircase that day. They were grateful they got together, even though it did take a while. They were grateful the other was accepting. Most of all, they were grateful they were both alive to enjoy all this. They both had their issues, but they would be strong for each other.

They held onto each other like a lifeline, which, quite literally, it was.

A/N: So, this version is actually edited a bit from the original. I had received a few reviews saying that Kurt was acting OOC, and I agreed. So now, almost three years later, I have decided to fix it. I hope this version is more true to character.