Porcelain (Klaine)

Chapter 2

*Finn's POV*

Everyone looked in shock as Kurt left the room. It was weird enough that he didn't volunteer for the solo, but then to completely refuse and give it to Rachel?

I mean, I love Rachel. She's my girlfriend and everything, but even I know that she can be a bit much sometimes, and as far as I know Kurt doesn't even like her. There is definitely something going on with him.

"Wait a second. Did he just quit glee club? Is he insane?" Santana was the first to break the shocked silence.

"Santana, give him a break," Will started. "For now we'll continue the lesson, but could you try to talk to him, Finn?"

"Of course," I say. "It's just so unlike him. I'm getting worried, he's been a bit... off... lately. I'll ask him what's up." And with that, the lesson continued.

Soon after, the lesson ended and everyone headed home. I walked out to the car park, looking for Kurt. However, he was nowhere to be found.

I assumed that he had just walked home or caught a lift with a friend, and was about to leave, when I heard a scream.

I recognised it as Kurt's instantly, and started running towards it. I turned a corner and the sight that met my eyes was terrifying.

Karofsky and a bunch of other football jerks, were laughing and taunting a small figure, who upon closer inspection, I recognised as my little brother.

Just as I was about to intervene, two of the jocks hoisted Kurt up, one taking his arms, the other his legs, and started to carry him towards the dumpster. I could hear them yelling out insults and making fun of him.

"God you're heavy. Lose some fucking weight, would you?"

"You're such a fat fag!"

"Do us a favour and get out of our school, before you infect us all with your gay."

"Or better yet: do everyone a favour and go kill yourself."

"You're nothing but a piece of shit."

"Go join your precious mother in hell."

Then, they threw him into the garbage, landing with a 'thud'. I could hear him let out a yelp that made my heart break.

"Hey!" I yelled finally, "Leave him alone!"

I walked up to the dumpster and lifted Kurt out, setting him gently on the ground, before turning back to face the jocks.

"Back off my brother," I said my voice dangerously low, challenging anyone to talk back.

"Or what?" Karofsky taunted. "He's not even your real brother, he's just some shitty fag."

That was the last straw for me. I took one more step towards him and punched him hard, right in the face. He stumbled back, falling to the ground, nose bleeding heavily. He got up, turned away, and was off, the rest followed like a flock of sheep.

I turned my attention back to Kurt and had a good look at him now. He wasn't awake and was already bruising and bleeding from various places.

I picked him up easily, and carried him to the car, then drove home in record time.

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*Kurt's POV*

I wake up, to a searing pain just about everywhere in my body, and look around.

Confused, I realise that I'm in my room, in my bed. Just as I wondered how the fuck I got here, I look up to see Finn rummaging around in my en suit bathroom, and immediately start to panic.

Oh no. What if he sees my razors, or pill bottles, or-

"Hey, you're up!" Finn says, looking relieved. I just stare at him, eyes wide with fear, and nod slowly.

"Hey, you okay man? You know you're safe now, right? I beat their asses for you."

I continue to look at him, nodding my head slowly again, starting to calm down as I realise he hasn't found anything, so I reply nervously.

"Umm... yeah I'm okay, I guess, just... w-what are you doing in my bathroom?" He looks slightly surprised and suspicious at the question.

"Just getting some bandages for you," he answers cautiously.

"They beat you up pretty good, and you were bleeding quite a lot, so I figured that I should probably deal with that because mom and Burt aren't home yet."

I nod my head again and was about to let Finn bandage me up, before I'm aware that Karofsky had given me a big cut on my upper arm, that would require me to take my shirt off.

As if him seeing my fat wasn't bad enough, I couldn't let Finn see my arms, or else I would really be in for it.

"It's fine!" I say a bit too fast and desperate.

"I-I mean, I can clean and bandage myself. You could start to make dinner." He gives me a disbelieving look as if to say: Me? Cook? Yeah, right! So I quickly add, "Or just start homework."

"Sure." He replies. He's about to leave, before he seems to remember something.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you," he pauses and I look at him expectantly.

"What's been going on with you lately? You've been acting different, and you just quit glee club for literally no reason."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't stress Finn. I'll tell you if something's wrong."

He nods slowly, looking hesitant, but eventually leaves. I sigh in relief.

I get up and go to the bathroom, ignoring the screaming pain throughout my body, and step into the shower.

As I turn on the water the first thing I notice, is that the water in the shower tray instantly goes red.

I clean myself up and most of the cuts don't look too bad. I'm about to get out, when I notice how bad my arms are itching, the cuts from yesterday's work barely closed.

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I reach for my razor, the one thing I can always rely on. The one thing I can control.

As I draw it across my skin, and immediately feel relief, watching in awe as the red droplets start to form on my almost cream, pale skin. I cut more, slightly deeper, and as the scarlet liquid runs quickly down my arm. It's beautiful.

I start to think of all Karofsky's taunts, and realise that they're all true...

Ugly- one cut

Disgusting- another cut

Faggot- two cuts for that one

Waste of space- another slice

Fat- I look out the shower window and into the mirror- yep, they're right- another two for that one.

I finally get out of the shower, feeling slightly light headed, but then my mind's never been so clear. I bandage both my arms and any of the serious injuries that Karofsky and his crew gave me.

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I get changed into some comfortable clothes and make my way downstairs to start on the dinner. I make a mental note not to eat any though. I could use a little slimming down.