My name is Kurt Hummel and I am a Junior at William McKinley High School. I am in the New Directions and on the Cheerios. If you have any questions just ask!

Relationship Status: In love with and happily taken by my soulmate, Blaine Anderson

hopelesslydevotedtohairgel:

You look amazing, babe..

I do not.

• Finn: almost fully let himself go when Kurt put his arms around him but he tried to hold himself together. He didn't like being so open, so vulnerable. He swiped away a few tears when he pulled back. "I'm not strong, though. I've never been. I say and do the wrong things... all the time. I've never felt so weak." He looked over at him, admitting what only a few people knew. "I almost gave up, you know. I think it was on Valentine's Day. I wanted to die." He dropped his head down again, looking at the carpet. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't hold back the tears. His voice continued to crack. "I don't remember the last time I've believed in myself. I... I look at myself in the mirror, and I don't see that guy anymore. I don't see me."
• Kurt: swallowed hard and stared at him, "But you didn't, Finn. You didn't give up. You're stronger than I was." He gnawed on his lip for a moment thinking before saying, "Then I'll believe in you for you, until you can believe in yourself. You are an amazing guy, Finn." Kurt wrapped his arms around him again and just held him. "So many people love you for you, and we don't want to lose you. Me, your mom, Rio, my dad. We all love you." Kurt tightened his grip on Finn, wishing he had seem this earlier, wishing he had figured this out so he could help Finn. But he was here now and he was going to do his best to help him.

• Finn: slumped down onto the floor against his bed. He already had a monstrous headache that probably wasn't going away anytime soon. He lowered his head and put his hands on the back of his neck. He was so caught up in his crap that he didn't even think about what Kurt went though. He actually thought about telling his mom early on but opted out when the stuff happened with him, he didn't want to derail the focus away from him. He didn't think it was fair but then again, maybe it was just an excuse. His voice cracked as he tried to speak. "I don't know why I do it anymore. I mean... it started because of a bunch of things but then it got worse and worse and I couldn't stop it. I can't stop it." He tried to look back up at Kurt but the tears forming in his eyes was like a weight holding him down.
• Kurt: went over and sat next to him and nodded, "I understand Finn. It's stuff like this at first you start to do it for a reason then you begin to do it because you feel you have to. Because you feel you can't stop, even if you tried." Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Finn and pulled him close. He didn't like seeing Finn look so broke, and seeing the taller man with tears in his eyes caused Kurt to have a lump in his throat, he always thought of Finn as strong and still does. He just needs to be put back together. "You can stop Finn," Kurt said pulling back and looking at him, "You are strong enough to and will have people by your side every step of the way. You have people that love you and believe in you, but the most important thing is, do you believe in yourself?"

• Finn: kept looking down at the floor as Kurt talked. He heard this all before. How he should tell his mom in his own time, how he needs help but it wasn't that simple. They didn't get it. "I can't tell her. You don't understand... I can't." His lower lip quivered and he raised his voice a little as he stood underneath the doorway. "God. I don't need help! I'm... I'm totally fine, dude. I don't need more people worrying about me." He left the bathroom before he could respond and went down the hall to his room. Kurt, of course followed. He knew he wouldn't be able to get out of this.
• Kurt: 's head snapped back up at his words and his eyes narrowed. Finn thought he did understand. Kurt wanted to give a sarcastic snarky laugh but he held back. He did however give a loud sigh. Whether Finn wanted to believe it or not Kurt knew he needed help. Seeing him leave Kurt followed and put his foot in the door before he could close it. "Finn, I know you don't want people to worry about you but I'm your brother, and I am always going to worry." He stepped inside and looked around for a moment giving a sigh, "You may not think you need help but you do. I did, I needed help even though I didn't think I did or wanted it." He gave Finn a soft look before looking down again.

the-rio-grande:

So Porcelain is still okay? That sounds like a challenge.

It’s better than any other nickname coach made me choose from. Maybe it is.

the-rio-grande:

So the pink hair doesn’t threaten my dick, it’s the Kurty-poo.

I am picky with nicknames, I always have been. And I will get you back for the pink hair, mark my words.

• Finn: looked down at Kurt's hand on his wrist. He looked concerned but there was no way he was ready to have this conversation with him. He already had it with Rio and that resulted in a lot of yelling and crying. Something he definitely didn't want to do again. He tried not to look as terrified as he was feeling. He just wanted to run away. "Why what?" He let go of his grip and looked at him through the mirror while he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth out. He let out a rough sigh and turned back around, wrapping his arms around his waist. "You're, uh. You're not going to tell my mom, are you?" He said quietly. Kurt already was looking at him differently, he didn't want that look from his mom too. It would kill him.
• Kurt: raised an eyebrow, "You know what." He released a small sigh and leaned against the wall as he let Finn rinsed out his mouth. At his question he shook his head, "No Finn. I won't. If anyone should tell her it should be you." He licked his lips for a second and shifted the weight in his feet as he looked down. "It's going to be hard, but I think you should. In your own time. Don't let her find out the same way my dad found out about me." He looked up at him again his eyes big and pleading. "I'm not tell you to stop, because it's never that simple. I'm asking you to instead to ask for help, even if you can't explain yourself." He unconsciously began itching his wrist like he did when he was stressed and nervous. His lower lip worried between his teeth as he looked back down.

the-rio-grande:

Threatenin’ my junk now? That’d make Finny-boy so sad.

Ahh, yes, but you see it’d make me feel so happy and particularly satisfied since I did warn you.

• Finn: heard Kurt's voice and almost choked. He slumped forward and quickly flushed the toilet when he felt the hand on his shoulder. He didn't know anybody was home and after almost a year of hiding it, he was pretty good at making sure nobody was around. He didn't know what to do, he never thought he would get caught like this. Rio never found him, he just assumed and he told Marley and Puck. Nobody has ever saw him in this state, vulnerable and ashamed. He wanted to play it off, like he was sick or something but he had to have seen the fingers down his throat. "I didn't... I didn't know you were here." He sat back against the wall, looking up at Kurt's shocked face before he swiftly threw his shirt back on and stood up.
• Kurt: nodded and took a breath, "That much is obvious." He chewed on his lip as he watched Finn put on his shirt and stand up. Kurt reached out and grabbed his wrist looking at him concerned. "Why?" he asked softly. He wasn't going to tell him to stop, he knew that wouldn't help, he knew it would work. Instead he was going to ask why, hoping to understand so that maybe he could help. Kurt knew better than anyone that telling someone to stop doing something never worked. He wasn't in a place to judge either. So he stood their, his eyes locked on Finn hoping his step-brother trusted him enough to confide in him.

the-rio-grande:

Aww, poor ickle Kurty-poo.

Call me Kurty-poo again and you will no longer be legally classified as a man.