[What Kurt doesn't know wouldn't hurt him.]

Blaine held Kurt's hand, smooth and soft in his own, and asked Kurt to start over, a sense of a familiar anxiety creeping into his stomach, forcing to overflow into a cold, buring white hot pain that still resided in his arms.

[It felt so good, for such a long time.]

"He threatened to kill you? And he sexually assaulted you." Blaine rubs Kurt's hands, still so smooth and innocent, and he is thankful of the blazer he is sporting. His arms itch, they itch in a way they shouldn't itch. Kurt nods his head, and tears fill those eyes that change color, from a stormy gray to the lightest blue. They change, and Blaine wonders what color they'll be next.

[Blue eyes are my favorite.]

Blaine hugs Kurt, who dries his eyes so fast, it was like the never seeped into Blaine's blazer. They hold one another, till it's the dusk. Enters he, who comes as Kurt uses parting words, a final sentance to close it out.

"What should I do about the death threat?"

"From who?" Says the new voice, deep and rich. Heads turn, and Kurt's eyes feast upon a flushed Finn, whose eyes, so dark, are filled with dread and worry. Kurt's laugh fills the air, but not the melodic one of trilling notes, high and low. The awkward one, where it pulls in at the last minute, a beat too soon.

[Distance in the voice. I've seen all the signs.]

"Who? Blaine, answer me."

"David Kurofsky."

Lunge. Blaine feels a throw to his left cheek, stinging. A bruise will be in full bloom tommorrow, decorating his face. Blaine knows Finn just needs to hit something, but he feels his legs kicking, his body fighting. He sees the plaid mix in with a cardigan, and he closes his eyes, and he is screaming, and his just wants to stop.

[Take deep breaths because everythings going to be okay.]

Someone pulls him off, and Blaine feels his body go limp. Finn has red all around his face, and Blaine feels his arms ache again, a longing of the cool touch to his hot skin, the flushed feeling, the pain in and under his skin. He bits his tounge, and thinks of Kurt's happy, melodic laugh.

[No. Cool is bad. Red is no.]

Finn's tears mix in with the red streaks. Blaine looks down to his hands, and sees the red underneath his ring. Damn class ring scraped his face. Kurt explains it was just out of pent up anger, and Burt knows that's what happened. Finn leaves, crying because he felt out of the loop.

"I care about you Kurt."

[I do to, Kurt.]

"Can you just let me in?"

[As you distance yourself from him.]

Kurt tells Blaine to go. Blaine finds his lips of Kurt's bruised cheek, longing a second longer. Kuyrt's eyes fill with hope, but when Blaine closes the door, he finds his arms aching. He knows he shouldn't, but he needs to. Cool touch, the cool touch of metal.

[They found me with it in my hand.]

And Blaine drives to Dalton, where he lives in his dorm. David and Wes are there too, normally. But tonight was movie night, and he's alone in the room. His arms ache with a sense of urgency, of which he hasn't felt in over half a year. He grabs a pillow, and screams into it, taking of the fabric that suffocates his arms.

[Killing myself slowly.]

He finds a safety pin, and lightly scratches, chills running through his spine. He wants more, teh pain has unlocked itself. He finds a small razor, and he simple lets scarred wounds open again, just for tonight.

[As long as the pain stays away.]

Blaine use to be in Kurt's position. Tonight unlocked those memories.

The Dumpster Dives he recieved freshman year.

[It all started then, lightly.]

The Vandalism.

[It got worse.]

The Death Threat.

[Blood stained the skin.]

The Incident.

[David and Wes found me.]

The Recovery.

[Isn't working.]

He listens to an echo, a voice telling him to stop. Blaine washes off the razor, and washes the arm, erasing the traces of the crime he was committed. It's been six months, a little over, since he stopped.

[And now, I'm just getting started again.]