THIS ISN'T SELF HARM! I SWEAR!
Kurt was getting annoyed with his boyfriend. Whenever they would make out Kurt's shirt would be off, but Blaine would never let Kurt take his off. While Kurt was defiantly not ready for sex, him and Blaine had been dating for months. He didn't understand why he had never seen him shirtless.
The next time they were making out they were on Kurt's bed, Kurt was shirtless- again -and straddling Blaine. His hands moved to tug off Blaine's shirt and Blaine moved away.
"Blaine, why can't I take your shirt off? Mine is always off! Do you have body issues or something? Because your beautiful!"
Blaine moved so his back was against Kurt's headboard and he stretched his legs out infront of him, suddenly finding the cover to Kurt's notebook, that he could see across the room on his desk, very interesting. "It's n-not that."
"Then what is it?! We've been dating since March and it's July and I still haven't seen you without a shirt on!"
"I-I h-have sc-scars."
Kurt froze, not knowing what to say. Scars from himself? Kurt moved so he was next to Blaine, his back against the headboard and feet infront of him. He reached over and took his boyfriend's hand and intertwined their fingers. "From yourself?"
Blaine shook his head. "F-From Sadie H-Hawkins." There were tears building in his eyes. "They h-had a kn-knife and th-they-" A sob ripped through his chest. Kurt pulled him closer.
"Shh, B, it's okay. You don't need to explain. I'm so sorry for asking."
"N-No I-I want t-to t-tell you." He sat up straighter and gripped the bottom of his shirt. "B-But it m-might b-be easier t-to show y-you." He turned around, his back facing his boyfriend and slowly tugged off his shirt. He turned around and Kurt gasped as he saw the scars there. Written across Blaine's chest in jagged writing was that word. That three letter f word.
"Blaine, oh my God." Blaine curled into himself.
"I know it's ugly. You can dump me now of whatever. I'm sure you don't want a boyfriend that you can't stand seeing shirtless." His voice cracked.
"No, baby, come here. I'm not gonna dump you just because you have scars." Blaine moved closer to him and Kurt pulled him into a tight hug. "And just because you gave scars doesn't mean I don't want to see you shirtless. Your fucking hot, B." Blaine giggled, tucking his head in the crook of Kurt's neck.
"So you're not mad that I didn't tell you sooner?"
"No. I get it. This is a big deal for you and you were scared."
Blaine sniffled. "Thank you for understanding."
"Always."
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Blaine was sleeping over because his parents were out of town on buisness and Burt didn't want him alone. So once Blaine fell asleep about 30 minutes later Kurt moved to grab something on his desk. He moved back to Blaine, uncapping the sharpie as he went. He pressed it lightly to his chest, drawing over top of the scar. When he finished there was a blackbird drawn on his chest. It wasn't very detailed, but that didn't matter. Underneath the drawing he wrote, Blackbird singing in the dead of night.
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When Blaine woke up the next morning he saw the drawing and writing in his chest and smiled.
