okay so this was inspired by a million and one GIF sets that I found on tumblr, so I decided to get to writing! I don't own glee, or any characters.

THIS STORY IS AU, TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF HARM AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE….

Blaine Anderson walked through the small hallway of the Lima community center, mind racing and palms sweating. His mother had recommended he go to the youth counseling service for months now, but after she had found him in their garage punching the life out of a punching bag, they had a long talk. Blaine had spilled his heart out to his mother and told her all of his problems in his head and on his body...specifically his wrists. When his mother saw the lines of scars lining her son's wrists, she broke out into sobs. Blaine hating making his mother cry, his father already did enough of that.

John Anderson was a successful business lawyer and co-chaired a major Ohio law firm. Celina Anderson was the perfect stay at home wife and mother to Blaine and his older brother Cooper. Cooper was his father's pride and joy: handsome, smart, straight. And the fact that Cooper went to law school and was training to take over the family firm did not really help Blaine's case. Mr. Anderson was constantly cranky and tired, never showing any compassion towards the people in his household...especially Blaine.

Mr. Anderson would look at his youngest son with disgust and rarely ever talked to him. When he did attempt to have conversation with his family at dinner, Mr. Anderson would ask Blaine about his studies and if there were any girls in his life, automatically causing tension.

Later in the night, when Blaine's mother would reprimand her husband about his rude questioning, he would scream and often times would resort to physical violence. From his room Blaine would hear her cries and would see the bruises on her neck and face the next morning.

Blaine and his mother long conversation in which Blaine revealed how he was feeling inside. He wouldn't tell his mother about the one thing that could possibly lead to him being happy, because, she definitely wasn't ready to deal with that yet. So, he told her the problems that led to his cutting.
Though he was not being bullied at Dalton, he felt so invisible and worthless to the rest of the world and it was almost as depressing. The other Warblers only wanted him in the group because of his voice and never made a real effort to be his friend outside of the group. Blaine felt like he was absolutely alone in the world, and began to have an apathetic view of life. Yet, whenever he wanted to feel something, he would resort to cutting. He had a few successful trials until one of the warblers had caught him in the bathroom, coming to get him because he was late for rehearsal. David Thompson had been somewhat civil to Blaine as a fellow Warbler, but as he watched Blaine sitting in the empty shower with a small stream of blood trailing down his wrist, he went and hugged him, immediately prying the razor blade from the crying boy's hand. David was Blaine's only real friend and swore to tell nobody of the incident that brought them together.

In the first weeks of their junior year at Dalton, David told Blaine of his father's transfer to Portland, and that he would be moving. Blaine felt his world crumbling around him. David was the only person in the world who showed Blaine any attention and made him feel like he mattered, and once David was gone, Blaine was alone again.

Blaine slipped into a routine, of going through each day like a ghost. He sang his solos for the Warblers and that made him somewhat happy. He loved music, so something inside him, however small, would spark when he sang.

It was November when he realized that his life was an absolute waste. He had very little skills, his grades were shit because he had just stopped caring, and he had nobody who cared about him. Even his own mother had stopped calling to check up on him. Blaine felt that he had no real reason to continue living.

It was November 18th, and Blaine had just stolen prescription Xanex from the boy living in the dorm next door. He checked his pocket watch, a gift from his brother when he was only six. It was 12 noon and Blaine had one final impromptu Warbler performance in 10 minutes. He asked Wes if he could sing "Cough Syrup" by Young the Giant as a solo, just so he could try it out. The head warbler agreed, unknowing that this would be Blaine's swan song. Wes had originally asked him to sing "Teenage Dream" as a more upbeat number, and they had even practiced a few times, but later in the week Blaine had seemed adamant in performing "Cough Syrup".

Blaine tied his red and blue striped tie and buttoned up his blazer, slightly gelled his hair and brushed his teeth...the same routine that he was so accustomed to each day. He closed the door and walked down the hall towards the large staircase that would lead him to the senior commons.

'This is the last time I'm going to be doing this' Blaine thought to himself

He checked his pocket watch and saw that he had 2 minutes to spare, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard a quiet, delicate voice say

"Excuse me".

Blaine turned around and, as cliché as it sounds, he saw the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. His hair was soft, chestnut brown and seemed perfectly windswept. His eyes were a shocking mixture of blue grey and green that popped from his naturally pale complexion. Blaine saw something in his eyes, something that he had seen countless times in his own reflection...brokenness. He hated to think that such an amazingly gorgeous guy could ever be broken, but everyone has a story. Suddenly, he spoke again.

"I-I'm new here..."

Blaine immediately took the opportunity to introduce himself. He didn't know why he was caring so much, but he kind of liked it.

"My names Blaine" he said with an outstretched hand.

"Kurt" the boy responded and grabbed the hand, shaking it slowly, almost apprehensively. As he pulled away, Blaine felt a tingle on his hand where Kurt's used to be.

"What exactly is going on?" Kurt looked around at all of the blazer-clad boys running down the stairs.

Blaine looked at his outfit. Seeing as he wore a black leather jacket that resembled a blazer and a tie that was only red, Blaine knew that he wasn't a student at Dalton. Blaine also took the time to subtly observe the boy's gorgeous figure. He had broad but delicate shoulders, a slim torso and gorgeous hips that extended into legs that seemed to go on for days. Blaine then realized that he was expected to talk.

"err...The Warblers! Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons, it tends to shut the school down for a while."

The boy looked stunned, which somewhat confused Blaine.

"So...the glee club here is kind of, cool?" the other boy asked. Blaine chuckled because nobody ever called the Warblers a glee club.

"The Warblers are like...rock stars!"

Blaine suddenly remembered where he was supposed to be, but he didn't want to leave Kurt, so he grabbed the other boy's hand and said smoothly,

"Come on, I know a shortcut".

They ran slowly down the hall towards the senior commons, and for the first time in a while, he had a genuine smile on his face.

He told the Warblers to switch the performance number back to Teenage Dream. Blaine was going to sing to Kurt, because now, Blaine actually had something - someone, to care about and who was worth living another day for…even if it was just to get to know him better. Blaine had a feeling that Kurt needed Blaine almost as much as Blaine needed Kurt. And he had forgotten all about the plan that was waiting for him back in the small pill jar on his bed.

OKAY GUYS SO MOST OF THIS CHAPTER WAS TOLD IN A BIT OF FLASHBACK MODE, BUT NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE MOVING MORE INTO THE PRESENT! PLEASE REVIEW AND SPREAD IT AROUND!

NEXT CHAPTER: BLAINE SHOWS UP TO COUNSELING AND WE MEET SOME OF THE OTHER KIDS (WHO HAPPEN TO RESEMBLE THE NEW DIRECTIONS QUITE A BIT…..hmmm...) WHO HAVE SOME INTENSE PROBLEMS OF THEIR OWN.