A/N: So I was having a ridiculously long bubble bath today and this little idea popped into my head. I have a rough idea in my mind, but I'm mainly just going along with it. This is my first fanfiction, so I appreciate any and all reviews/constructive criticism. But yeah... Hope you enjoy :) And most of my chapters will probably be much longer than this, but I just want to get this down and out there. Will be eventual Klaine. Rated T because I'm not completely sure how the ratings work but I'm almost positive I won't be writing smut. I don't own Glee, and Jack's Mannequin owns Dark Blue, which is the song this is named after. And that's about it.


Chapter 1


"Hey, man, you alright?" Finn's voice broke through the white noise in Kurt's head.

Kurt looked up from the plate of untouched food in front of him, he was in the lunch room in McKinley. The table was filled with half of New Directions, he could hear Mercedes and Quinn next to him, they were laughing about something that Kurt may have once been interested in. He just wasn't interested anymore.

He was too tired to laugh, too tired to talk about nothing, even the chore of waking up every morning was tiring. He was exhausted. Exhausted of the nightmares and Karofsky's threats, exhausted of flinching when someone shut a locker and jumping whenever someone tried to talk to him. He wanted out. He was sick and tired of being put down every minute of every day for being who he was, but, most of all, he was sick and tired of being sick and tired. He felt trapped in a vicious spiralling circle where no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change a thing.

"Kurt?"

He shook his head to clear his mind, "Sorry, Finn, what were you saying?" Kurt tried to focus on the boy opposite him, pushing aside his niggling thoughts and putting on the bravest face he could muster.

"Are you alright? You seem..." His voice trailed off as his eyes bore searchingly into Kurt's, as though expecting his true feelings to magically paint themselves onto his face.

'I'm miserable,' Kurt wanted to scream, but almost as a reflex, a mumbled "I'm fine," had already left his lips.

Finn pursed his lips and nodded, reluctantly turning back to Puck, who had been trying to get his attention for the better part of their lunch break.

Seeing the familiar blur of a red letterman jacket from the corner of his eye, Kurt jumped from his seat, threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and - ignoring the questioning glance from Rachel - disposed of his uneaten lunch and fled the room.

Kurt was broken.

Karofsky had won.