Title: Trying to Help
Word count: 389
Summary: "Blaine can't figure out how to help his students."
Authors notes: So a while ago I had a conversation with a student teacher at my school about how he wanted to help students but didn't know how to talk to them and whether it'd be weird.
"I can't do it, Kurt. I can't talk to them about this. If I do it's weird and creepy. I'm their teacher and teacher's do not talkto them about this sort of stuff. But god, it kills me, it really does. It kills me to see the boy in my Junior class with cuts that keep multiplying and eyes that get deader every time I see him, or when the girl in my Freshman class is getting thinner and thinner and looks so sick, or the boy in my Senior class who told me he couldn't do his homework because he was working so his family can eat, or the girl in my Sophomore year who is blatantly in love with her best friend but is scared to admit it because they're both girls."
I can't help them and it kills me every time I see them because that is what I'm supposed to do. I'm their teacher, I'm supposed to prepare them for life, but it looks like life has already caught up to them and it shouldn't have. Because they're supposed to be young and carefree.
How do I reach out to kids when I have no idea how to, Kurt?" Blaine finished his rant by running his hands through his curly hair. The whole time he'd been pacing up and down the small available space in their living room. Having any space, really, in New York was a miracle. Kurt extended a hand to Blaine,
"Sit down, babe, you're going to kill yourself." Blaine collapse next to Kurt and nuzzled into his shoulder.
"I don't know how to fix it, Kurt, and I want to." His voice was muffled but the sorrow in it was evident.
"You just need to do what you did for me. Talk to these kids. Let them know that they're not alone and they can talk to you if they need to. If you start getting really worried, talk to the guidance counsellor and get them to talk to the kid. These guys aren't going to get anywhere, Blaine, unless you do something and start to talk to them." Kurt kissed the top of Blaine's head.
"What would I do without you?" Blaine murmured.
"Probably be in a ditch somewhere, confused as to how you got there." Kurt smiled sweetly.