Well, it looks like I'm going to continue this story. It was probably tonight's episode of Glee that put me in an angsty mood and inspired this, but... yeah. I hope you guys like it, and thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter!

WARNING: Contains self-harm.

I do not own Glee.

Blaine didn't understand what he'd done wrong.

He'd been doing everything he was supposed to- texting Kurt, calling him, Skyping him- yet he could feel his boyfriend pulling away. Even though Kurt was all the way in New York and Blaine was in Ohio, things just seemed different.

He knew it had something to do with the guy that Kurt had met.

Blaine had first learned about this new friend the other night on Skype, where Kurt didn't hesitate to fill him in on all the details about Chance. Chance the new friend, Chance the new study buddy, Chance the new shopping companion... all the things that Blaine used to be, but no longer were able to considering they were states a part from each other.

At first, he had been happy that his boyfriend had been able to find a companion to spend his time with. He knew that with the distance, Kurt had been feeling bummed about not being able to see Blaine and oftentimes missed him terribly. But, this new friend would provide a distraction of sorts for Kurt and hopefully make him happier, which was something that Blaine wanted. He would do anything to see that the love of his life was happy.

However, when the usual texts from Kurt suddenly stopped... Blaine got nervous.

His thoughts immediately went back to the Whitney week- the week last year when he had found out that Kurt had been talking to another guy. What was his name? Chris? Chaz? Chandler?
...Hell, Blaine didn't really care about what the guy's name was; he just remembered how much it had hurt when he felt Kurt pulling away. When he stopped getting texts from him. When he felt like he was going to lose him...

It was starting to feel that way now. Kurt hardly responded to his text messages anymore, not even the cutesy ones that used to make his boyfriend blush and smile with delight, and Blaine just didn't understand. His daily good morning texts were going ignored; his random 'Hello beautiful's weren't responded to; his calls often went straight to voicemail.

It hurt a lot.

He'd thought Kurt realized how much he needed him when he'd expressed his worries about New York. When he'd told him how alone he would feel. How his life wouldn't be the same because his love wouldn't be with him.
He'd also thought that everything would be okay when Kurt assured him that he wasn't going anywhere. That we wouldn't lose him. That he wouldn't be alone.

Well. Now it felt like those assurances had been... a lie or something.

It was all too much for the curly-haired teen to handle.

So Blaine turned to cutting yet again.

He'd told himself that he wanted to stop a few weeks previously. He had gotten better by not cutting as frequently and not leaving as many marks when he did cut, but... well, he'd sort of relapsed. He needed it right now. Kurt- his rock, his heart, his life- was pulling away, and he needed a way to make sure he stayed in control. He had to have a way to stay calm and grounded.

And until things with Kurt returned to normal, Blaine would be with the only other companion he had- his razor.

With every slice he felt that maybe he wasn't worthless, and maybe Kurt did still love him after all. He felt like he could be in control of the situation and not worry, because his stress was just melting away...
Or floating, really. Floating down the drain, with his blood.

Either way, he didn't care. All he knew was that when he had his razor, he felt okay. And that was all he really wanted in the end.

I feel depressed. Meh. Review?