Broken

XLVI

Sebastian and Kurt headed back to Dalton the next day, as soon as it was light out.

When they pulled into the parking lot, Kurt turned to Sebastian abruptly. "You can't tell Blaine."

"Come again?"

"You can't tell Blaine about this, about how he is out already. I don't want him to worry. And if anyone tells him, it will be me."

Sebastian nodded slowly. He wanted to tell Blaine, but he couldn't lie to Kurt. "Fine. I'm just going to say that he wants to know and you should tell him, but I won't tell him."

"Thank you."

They got out of the car and headed to Dalton.

Sebastian went off to find Hunter and Kurt's phone buzzed as he headed to his dorm.

Unknown Number
Heard you were back in Lima. Not dead yet?

Kurt tried to ignore it but he got another text.

Unknown Number
Fine, then. Hurt yourself.

Kurt couldn't resist answering. Karofsky already knew he could see the texts.

What?

Unknown Number
You won't kill yourself, then hurt yourself.

I'd never do that.

Unknown Number
Yes, you will. You don't want anything to happen to your precious family, do you?

Unknown Number
Send me a picture once you've done it. Proof.

Kurt frowned. He googled a random picture of fresh self-harm marks and sent it to him.

Unknown Number
Nice try. You think I wouldn't recognize the delicious color of your skin? Do it, or your family won't know what hit them. Or should I start with your little glee friends?

Stop this.

Unknown Number
Do it, you little faggot. That Jones girl is a friend of yours, I believe? Funny, I can see her on a walk right now...

Kurt, who had gotten to his dorm by now, swallowed nervously. He couldn't let his friends be hurt because of him.

He'd done it before... he wouldn't become dependent on it again if he just cut once, would he? He'd finally fought of his, well, addiction to it. Surely cutting again once wouldn't make him relapse.

Determined not to relapse, Kurt made some fresh cuts on his wrist and sent them to him.

Unknown Number
Good. For now.

Kurt sighed in relief. He waited for a few minutes, his blade laying beside the sink.

Surely a few more wouldn't hurt...

It's fine, Kurt told himself as he made a couple more cuts.

He paused once he was done, blade in hand.

Just... just three more.

Or... five. Five would be nice. Maybe a bit more than that, though...

You know what... just cover your arm.

Kurt let out a breath he felt like he had been holding forever. Oh, how he missed the feeling, the tug of the blade as it sliced through his skin.

It was pure bliss.