Blaine hates his apartment in that he would gladly destroy it and then set it on fire if it didn't affect the surrounding apartments.  He's hated since the first day he moved in a little less than a year ago.  Blaine hates the leaky pipes that drone in protest when the pressure of the water is too much, hates the faucet that drips non-stop in such an annoying way it drives him crazy until he shoves earphones in and drowns it out with loud music, hates the small bedroom that barely fits his bed and dresser, and hates being cold due to the heater not working properly and wonders why he thought he could do this on his own--when it's clear he should have gotten a roommate and shelled out a bit more money (he doesn't have) to get a better place.

The first few days where hell when he moved in; the water shutting off completely when he was taking a shower (the same shower that has a mind of its own and decides when it wants to provide him with hot water) a leak in the kitchen sink pipe shooting water all over him and onto the floor, and the heater all breaking within a week all cumulated to him trying to kill a cockroach with a broom and staying with his knees to his chest on the couch when he swore he thought he saw a mouse run across the living room.

But at this moment he doesn't want to be in this place.  Pulling his phone out, he calls the one person he wants to see.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt says enthusiastically when he answers the call.

"Hey, Kurt, can we do something?"  He would rather be doing anything right at that moment than be in his shit of an apartment.

"Sure," he hears Kurt happily agree.  "Want to come over?  We can decide on something to do."

"I'll see you in fifteen minutes."  He hangs up the phone and walks out of his apartment, eager to leave the place and not wanting to see it again for some time.

A few minutes later he sits behind the wheel of his Camaro, which he absolutely loves driving, and drives away from his building.  Driving right above the speed limit, he tears away from the city and to Kurt's place.

As he sees the landscape go past him in a blur, he can feel something begin to stir in his veins and course through him.  Arriving at Kurt's house a few moments later, he hastily climbs out of the car and rings the bell, needing to see Kurt.

"H-" Kurt's words are cut off by Blaine surging forward and eagerly kissing him.

Realizing this is what he wanted, he greedily takes like a kid in a candy store.  Somehow Blaine had an urgency to kiss and taste and suck on Kurt's lips quickly build in him in the short drive.  Now that he is getting what he wants, he can't get enough; can't get enough of the taste (a taste he can quiet put his finger on) that seems to cover Kurt's lips.  Walking him backward, kicking the door shut, he pushes him up against the nearest wall, pressing their bodies flush together.  Blaine's breath stutters and catches in his throat when Kurt grabs his ass and rocks his hips forward the slightest, spreading his legs so it's easier for Blaine to stand between them.

It could be so easy to get lost and consumed by the sensation of Kurt rocking his hips forward and thrusting his tongue into his mouth, so easy to give in and lift Kurt's legs and roll his hips into him until they both come, but he doesn't.  He knows it's not the right time or place--although images of him holding Kurt up against a wall as he slowly moves in him enter his thoughts.

Putting a few inches between their hips, he breathes and tries to think.  Bracing his hands on either side of Kurt's head, both of them breathing heavy and knowing one little touch or rock will have them desperately taking what has been building for weeks inside them.  The want for each other is so strong, like an elastic band pulled taut and ready to snap in any instant.

"I...I like how you say hello."  Kurt smiles at him in a way that says it's okay what just happened.  "Makes me feel hot all over, and desperately wanted."

Groaning at those words, he drops his forehead to Kurt's and closes his eyes.  "I've never wanted anyone like I want you," he casually says, surprised at admitting that to Kurt so easily.

"I've only ever wanted you," Kurt whispers against his skin in a confession that sinks in and carries on Blaine's thoughts like a flicker of a flame that will always burn.

"We should go out and do something before we end doing something more here."  Blaine pulls back and sees something in Kurt's eyes that has him grinning.  "What?" he curiously asks, stroking his thumb over Kurt's exposed hipbone where his shirt has ridden up.

"I was just thinking how I can't wait to do something more with you," Kurt replies, leaning forward and lightly pecking Blaine on the lips.  "I'll go change real quick."

As he watches Kurt walk away, staring at his figure as he gracefully moves, Blaine knows he's got it bad for him.  He knows this is something so much more than a simple relationship between two people; knows this is verging on forever...and it thrills him to go there.

~

Kurt can't fight the grin that's been on his face since he opened his front door to Blaine standing there.  There not so little make out session that followed, making his body shudder and tremble, had him close to asking Blaine to take him then and there, not caring about plans that were soon irrelevant.

At the moment, he sits across from Blaine as he drinks his hot chocolate, intently staring when he licks his lips clean.

"I like this place," Blaine says.

"Have you ever been here before?" he asks as he takes a drink of his hot chocolate.

"No," Blaine replies.  "School kind of keeps me too busy, and broke, to do much of anything."

"And yet here you are."  Kurt gathers a dollop of whipped cream on his forefinger and sucks it off, grinning when he sees the look on Blaine's face as he does that.

"Thanks to you," Blaine mumbles, biting his lower lip.  "I just hate you spending all this money on me."

"I like buying you stuff.  Besides, I have enough of it to last hundreds of lifetimes over."

Kurt was never one to care for money.  When you go so long without the need to have currency, finally having it in droves is just another thing Kurt is new to and doesn't really see what the big deal is.  He donates millions, knowing if it just sits there it isn't doing any good, and he invest a lot of it in many, many things that always turn out right for him.  He knows how money is one of the main things on down here on Earth, and understands that.  It brings power and fame and anything you could want or desire.  But if he was poor it wouldn't have been a problem, because as long as he has Blaine, he is happy.  But he does love having enough money to buy stuff for Blaine.

"Which it did," Blaine points out laughing.

"I guess you're right," Kurt says at realizing Blaine is right. 

For the following minutes they sit there barely talking about much, sharing the slice of cheesecake in front of him.  Around them Kurt sees other couples on dates, children with their families as they happily devour their bowls of ice cream sundaes and can't begin to think what it is about humans that the Fallen could hate so much.

"Do angels have kids?"  Kurt hears Blaine's question as he smiles at a young mom indulging her one year old in chocolate ice cream, the baby squealing in delight at the taste.

"Yes," Kurt replies turning his attention back to Blaine.  "Although, for some unexplained reason, there's always trouble involved for the one carrying the baby.  It's why angels very rarely have children."

"What happens?"

"The pregnancy drains the woman to the point she is bedridden the last few months.  She almost never carries full term, which is why when it does happen childbirth almost kills them." Kurt recalls seeing it firsthand with one of his friends, and was glad he would never cause someone to go through that.  "It's a big part of why I don't want to father kids."

"But you do want kids?"  Blaine asks, Kurt seeing a hint of worry and doubt in his eyes.

Kurt smiles when he reaches across the small table and takes Blaine's hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing it.

"Yes, some day I would love to have kids."  He sees the relief flood through Blaine, knowing without having to ask that sometime in the distant future he wants to be a dad.

~

Blaine holds Kurt close as they walk along the sidewalk.  The cold air stings as it hits his face, but he pays it no mind as Kurt rests his head on his shoulder, and turning to place a kiss to the side of his neck.  He notices people do a double take as they walk by, looking in awe as they see Kurt. 

"It's a beautiful night," Blaine says, seeing his puff of white breath as he talks.

"Yeah, it is."  Blaine feels as Kurt presses closer to him and wraps his arm around his lower back.  The sound of music drifting from somewhere catches Blaine's attention and he turns to face Kurt, offering his hand out to him.  "Dance with me," he says.

"On the middle of the sidewalk?"  Kurt raises an eyebrow and grins, still placing his hand in Blaine's gloved one.

"I will dance with you anywhere," Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear as he pulls him close.

He sways with Kurt on the sidewalk, holding him out and spinning him.  Pulling him close to his body again, he dips Kurt backward, making both of them chuckle.  Hearing the music come to a stop, Blaine doesn't loosen his hold of Kurt.  Instead, he tips his head back and catches the snowflakes starting to fall on his tongue.

Looking back to Kurt, and seeing him smiling, Blaine leans forward and kisses him.  He loves the feel of the press of their cold lips together, sending a shiver through his body.  Warmth floods his body as he holds Kurt close and kisses him; a warmth that spreads through him and makes him feel more alive in that moment than he's felt in his twenty-one years on Earth.

"My lips were cold," he says after breaking the kiss, hearing Kurt laugh at him.

"Glad I was here to come to your rescue."  Kurt leans forward and kisses him again in a way that has a young girl passing by covering her mouth as she giggles.

~

Kurt sits in Blaine's lap as he kisses him.  He licks into his mouth that taste of chocolate.  Moaning when Blaine runs his tongue along his lower lip, Kurt parts them and lets him slip his tongue in his mouth.

He loves kissing Blaine.  Loves kissing his lips that always taste like peppermint, making him moan.  He's only ever kissed Sebastian, but kissing him was different.  That kiss was a hard press of lips that felt wrong in every way, and had him pulling away before Sebastian could start thinking it was something more.  But kissing Blaine; kissing Blaine is like breathing after being denied air after a long time.  Kissing Blaine is like warmth of the sun after a long, cold winter. It brings him to life and makes him feel as if this is exactly where he's meant to be (which it is.)

"I need to ask you a favor."  He hears Blaine ask after they've lost themselves in kissing each other for an unknown amount of time.

"Ask away," Kurt replies.

"You can totally say no if you want to," Blaine starts off.  "But can I sleep here for the night?"

"Something wrong with your apartment?"

"Other than the fact that it's a piece of shit I shouldn't be living in, then no."  He smiles when Kurt laughs at that, looking cute as his eyes crinkle at the corner and shine bright with amusement.  "So, can I?"

"Stay as long as you like," Kurt replies.  'Stay forever.' he mentally adds.

He goes back to kissing lips that drive him crazy. 

~

He knows he can offer to let him stay in one of the many other rooms in the house, but he gives him his downstairs bedroom.  He wants to know that Blaine was there the next time he falls asleep.

"Here's my room."  Kurt stands to the side as he walks with Blaine into the room.  He feels what he figures a teenager feels like when they have their boyfriend or girlfriend in their room for the first time.  He watches as Blaine looks around, running his fingers over various things.  "There's a bathroom right there for you to take a shower, if you like."

"I don't have any extra clothes." 

"There's some in the dresser.  There's towels in the bathroom."  Kurt goes to the dresser and pulls out an extra pair of pajamas for Blaine to wear, handing them to him as he stands up.  He waits until Blaine is in the bathroom to grab his pajamas and go take a shower.

Walking back into his room when he is finished, he finds Blaine sitting cross-legged on the middle of the bed playing a game on his phone.  He goes to sit next to him and watches him play for a few minutes.

"I hate this game," Blaine says, locking his phone and reaching over to put it on the bed-side table.

"It's only because you kept losing," Kurt points out with a chuckle.

He's taken by surprise an instant later when Blaine grabs around his neck and brings him into a kiss that leaves him breathless and wanting more.  He wants so much to climb into Blaine's lap and do things he's thought about for a very long time.  But breaking the kiss, and catching his breath, he restrains himself from doing that just yet, but soon he tells himself.

"I'll let you sleep now."  Kurt stands to walk out of the room when Blaine's hand grabs his wrist and stops him.

"Do you, maybe, want to sleep...with me tonight?"  Blaine asks, stroking his thumb over the skin of his wrist, sending sparks shooting up Kurt's arm with each stroke.

"Are you sure?" he asks to clarify that this is something Blaine wants as much as him, and by the look in his eyes, Kurt can tell he wants.

"Yes, I'm sure.  Strictly sleeping and nothing more, in case you were worried about anything."

"I wasn't," Kurt says as he climbs in the bed next to Blaine.  Pulling the covers over themselves, he's surprised when Blaine drapes an arm over him and buries his face at the crook of his neck.  He melts into the closeness of Blaine's body, welcoming his warmth and touch.  "I rarely worry with you."

He can feel Blaine's smile against his neck.  Closing his eyes, Kurt tries not to think of those lips and what they do to him with just a kiss and what more they could do.  Lately, he's noticed, he's gotten closer and closer to just jumping Blaine and giving in to the need coursing in his veins for him.  It seems sex with Blaine is at the forefront of his mind; a constant nagging reminding him of what he can so easily have if he just asks.  He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer at the rate he's going.

The sensation of Blaine stroking his thumb over his hip slowly lulls him to sleep.

~

He knows he's dreaming because he never flies at high noon, the sun shining bright and beating and weighing him down in a bad way, always resulted in him having to land much sooner than he likes.  Except this time when he tries to fly, his wings are no longer there and he's free falling.  Falling at a fast pace back to Earth, to the reality of not having the safety of his wings, and to realizing what he is.  Right before he hits, he jolts awake.  Sitting up and breathing heavy, looking around and finding Blaine gone, he brings his knees up to his chest, unfurls his wings and covers himself.  He protects himself like he's done so many times before.  Big, strong, white wings protecting him from what can harm him; and providing him shelter for when he needs it.

He sits there for a few minutes like that: head resting on his knees and wings around him as he calmly breathes.  He thinks about the dream, and going over why he dreamt it (and not that surprised to how soon it happened.)  Reliving how it felt to have no wings, he shudders at the memory that felt so real, a little too real.  But he knows he's ready for what the dream was trying to tell him.  He always knew it would come to this choice; this choice that took from him what many desired, but gave him what so few cherished: time.  Time was something he'd had enough of already, was something he didn't want to stretch out in an endless road of eternity in front of him if he was alone; he wanted time in a way that many have it: with only a certain amount.  He wanted to know that his tomorrow's where just as important as any humans when you didn't know if it was the last, wanted to know that he wouldn't go on living in a world beyond Blaine, beyond having him beside him to love.  He was ready to throw away eternity and take the clock that wound down the hours, minutes, and seconds.  He was ready to live.

~

Blaine can't help the grin as he prepares breakfast for Kurt and him.  He can't remember the last time he slept so peacefully, with or without someone in bed with him.  The closeness of Kurt made him feel more comfortable and safe and happy.

He recalls his lucid dream of Kurt and him facing each other and exchanging words he can't remember.  The dream shifting to them on a beach with Kurt sitting in front of him.  Both of them were happy beyond belief, and as Blaine sat there he knew why, but now he can't for the life of him remember what it was.

"Morning," he greets Kurt when he sees him walk into the kitchen, and looking like a kid who just got the best Christmas gift imaginable.  His eyes travel the length of Kurt's body, from his toes to the mess of his hair, trying not to focus too much on how his shirt fits in a way that shows off his body in the most perfect way.  "You look good just out of bed."

"Morning to you, too."  Kurt pours himself a glass of orange juice.  "I can say the same."

Though both think it, though neither of them say it out loud, afraid of what the other might think.  'I wonder how I would look if I really spent the night with you.'

"I have something I need to tell you," Kurt says as Blaine prepares breakfast in his kitchen.

Blaine smiles as he flips the two pancakes on the griddle.  "Okay," he says as he eats a bacon strip.  "Hit me."

"I'm giving up my immortality."  Kurt just spits out, not even working his way up to the announcement.

Blaine almost chokes on the piece of bacon in his mouth; eyes get watery and he takes a drink of his orange juice to stop the coughing.

"Why?" he asks through his scratchy voice.

"Because of you," Kurt replies, taking the few steps to him and grabbing his hands.  He gives him his dazzling smile that Blaine is completely in love with.  "I love you, and I know you'll feel the same someday."

"That's a bold assumption to make."

"It's not an assumption, Blaine.  I know it will happen for you."

He knows he can tell Kurt that that's not going to happen for him, but he knows it would be a lie in the truest form.  It would be a lie because he knows it will happen...is already happening for him.  He's falling hard and fast for the person in front of him; the person who is making him think differently about love and what it can be.

"But, why give up forever for someone like me?"

"You are the single most important person to walk this Earth, for me.  I could live thousands of years waiting for you, but I can't live thousands after you."  Blaine hears Kurt's voice tremble the slightest as he talks about him dying, seeing a tear roll down his cheek.  "If I only get seventy years with you, it will be more than enough for me."

It's in that moment that everything changes for Blaine.  Wiping away the tear on Kurt's cheek with his thumb, he leans forward and presses his lips to Kurt's own.

This kiss is different.  This kiss feels like a promise of now and tomorrow, and Blaine wants to give all his tomorrows to Kurt and share them with him.

As they kiss, Blaine feeling as if their feeding off each other's need of the other, he wraps his arms around Kurt's lower back and pulls him closer to his body. 

The urgency like yesterday isn't there, yet, but Blaine can feel it trying to claw its way up to the forefront of what he's feeling.  The slide of their tongues together, the roaming of hands under shirts and over skin, and the noises of happiness makes it more and more difficult for Blaine to hold back from doing something drastic.  Although, based on everything Kurt is doing and how he's responding, Blaine doesn't think he would mind if he were to do something.

~

As he kisses down Blaine's neck, sucking on the skin, he hears Blaine ask, "Will it hurt?"

"Will what hurt?" he asks as he backs away and looks at Blaine.

"When you give up your immortality?"

Kurt thinks of what he knows about the experience it goes through to become fully human.  The angels he has talked with after they've given it up say it's a pain unlike any other they've experienced; it spreads and takes ahold of them that seems to linger for some time after. 

"I've been told it doesn't hurt that much."  He knows he can't tell Blaine the truth; can't let him carry the burden of knowing what he will go through when it shouldn't be his to carry.  It's easier if he just lets him believe it will be a harmless procedure that he can get through with him by his side.  "It will be made much easier with you there holding my hand."

"If it's the only thing I can do, then I will do it as well as I can."

Kurt interlaces his fingers with Blaine's when he lifts his hands, smiling at how perfect their hands fit together.  Leaning forward and kissing Blaine once more, Kurt loves that he will have someone by his side through the whole thing.

~

"Can I ask when you plan to do this...thing?"  Blaine asks.

"Soon...I hope," Kurt says, Blaine hearing a slight hesitation as he speaks.  "I just have to find an angel willing to do it."

"Why wouldn't someone be willing?  It's not life threatening is it?"  All of a sudden Blaine begins to worry about Kurt not surviving the procedure.

"No."  Kurt laughs as he looks at Blaine, placing his hands on his chest.  Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close.  "The angel doing it just gets very nervous about having to be the one to take another's wings."

"So, you'll be fine?"

"Yes, I'll be fine."  Kurt leans forward and captures his lips in another kiss.

It's so easy to get lost in the feel of Kurt's lips against his that Blaine almost forgets he has class he's going to be late for.

"I have to go to class," Blaine breathlessly says when he finally pulls back.  Staring at Kurt's red and kiss-swollen lips, and in that moment, he hates school and classes and learning things that aren't the curve of Kurt's lips against his.

"Stay," Kurt says against his mouth right before capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.  "Stay and learn me."

Blaine isn't sure he's ever had the feeling of lightheadedness he feels after Kurt says that.  He can't be sure he's ever been more turned on by four words spoken like a promise in a sultry voice.

"You tempt me in the meanest way."  Blaine so much wants to lift Kurt up and go to his room and learn him.  Learn what would make him fall apart beneath his fingers and mouth, what would have him screaming his name and feeling invincible after he brought him pleasure.  Especially learn what he would beg for the most.  "I'll have you know my mind is conjuring up thoughts and images based on what you said."

"Oh, yeah," Kurt seductively says with a small grin curving up the corner of his lips.  "How about we make them reality."

"You don't play fair."  Blaine groans as he pulls away again, resisting with all his might.  "But, I do have to go, Kurt."

"I hate school."

"How do you think I feel?  I'm the one that has to go."

Blaine knows he shouldn't, but he still kisses Kurt like a man starved for affection.  He takes the passion and hunger Kurt so easily pours into the kiss and returns it in kind until both of them forget everything that isn't the press of the other's lips against theirs.

"We'll talk when you come back," Kurt breathlessly says when he pulls back.

"Definitely."

~

Kurt knows for sure that when Blaine gets back they'll really talk for a while before he asks him for what he wants.  What he's wanted for such a long time that the need is almost clawing at him to break free, to take and give what he so longingly desired.

Lounging on his couch reading Pride and Prejudice, he's surprised when someone, unexpectedly, knocks on his door.  Tossing his book on a table, he gets up and walks to the front door, wondering if he is expecting something he doesn't remember ordering.

Looking through the peephole, he groans at seeing who is standing just outside his door.  Knowing he can't avoid this, he pulls open the door, thinking over how fast he can make it to his office if something goes wrong.

"Hello, Sebastian," Kurt huffs, wanting him to leave.  "Why are you here?  I should have made clear that I didn't want to see you anymore the last time."

"I came to apologize," Sebastian responds, sounding honest.  "Can I come in?"

Thinking it over for a few seconds, Kurt pushes his door open and lets Sebastian in.  Closing it, he walks to the kitchen for something to drink.

"Scotch?" he asks, uncapping the half-empty bottle.

"That sounds good," Sebastian responds.

Kurt prepares the drinks, wondering how long this visit will take.  "So, how long have you lived in New York?" he asks even though he knows the answer. 

"About thirty years."

Handing him his glass, Kurt realizes he can't deal with small talk at the moment.  "Sorry, but can we cut to the chase already?"

"Why, want me gone?"

"Yes, and Blaine will be back in a little bit.  I don't want you here when he returns."  Kurt sees Sebastian's eyes get a tad darker at him mentioning Blaine, already knowing this talk isn't going to end well.

"You and your human."  Sebastian swirls the amber colored liquid in his glass, staring intently at it as if it holds an answer to a question he has.

"He has a name," Kurt says in annoyance.

"I know he has a name."  Sebastian looks up at him, giving Kurt a look that makes his stomach turn.  "I just don't want my tongue weighted down with the filth of his name."

Kurt tries not to let it get to him, but he snaps.  'The day you turned your back on me was a great day!' he shouts, smirking as he sees a flash of fear cross Sebastian's eyes.  He's always known he could cause fear in Sebastian, whether it be by words or fighting, Kurt knew he was the stronger one and uses that to his advantage.  'I should have known to have never trusted you.  I should have listened to those who told me differently.'

'And yet you did.  Don't lie to yourself and say we weren't the greatest of friends who did everything together.  Because we were.'

'Were being the operative word there.  There is nothing more between us, Sebastian.  Everything that once we once shared has dissolved.'  It's only after he breathes for a few seconds does he realize he was shouting in their original tongue.  "You brought this on yourself."

"Back to English, I see."

"You aren't worthy to speak in our tongue.  After you fell, that right was taken from you."  Kurt finishes his Scotch, pouring himself another one. "Don't use it around me again."

"Whatever you say, Kurt," Sebastian huffs in agreement.  He finishes off his Scotch in one drink.

"Just apologize already."  Kurt demands and ends up sounding like he's ready kick Sebastian out of his house.

"Actually, I changed my mind about that."  Sebastian smirks, taking a few steps toward Kurt.  "I'm not sorry for the incident in the alley.  I should have killed that human when I had the chance.  I should have slit his throat open and left him there to bleed to death; watched as his blood stained the earth beneath my feet."

"You're an asshole, Sebastian."  Kurt shoves him away a few inches.  "Get out of my house!"

"No!  I'm doing what I came here to accomplish."

Knowing that doesn't sound good, Kurt knees Sebastian in the groin, running when he keels over some.  He only makes it a few inches before Sebastian is grabbing his arm and throwing him against the kitchen island, sending many plates and cups shattering to the floor.  Grabbing a nearby glass, he turns around and chunks it Sebastian, hitting him in the head.

Running when Sebastian is distracted by the pain, he knows he needs to get to his office.

He makes it into his living room when a hand grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks him to the ground.  Hitting it with a great force, Kurt yells out in pain, trying to kick at Sebastian when he stands over him.

Kicking out his legs from him, and managing to punch him in the face when he falls down, Kurt scrambles away, kicking backwards when Sebastian grabs around one of his ankles, landing his foot on his nose and hearing it break.  He hears the crack of bone as his heel lands on the bridge of his nose, enjoying he's giving much more than he's getting.

Managing to get a few inches between Sebastian and him, he pushes himself to stand, ready to run when hands grab around his ankles again and pull him down.  He hits the wooden floor hard, knocking his head and dazing out some.

Feeling dizzy and confused as he's turned onto his back, Kurt looks up to see Sebastian with anger and wrath flooding his eyes. There's blood running down and smeared across his face, staining his crisp, white shirt, and purpling already forming under his eyes.  Trying to shove him away, knees hold his arms down and hands wrap around his neck and begin to squeeze.

Getting his arms free, he scratches and claws at Sebastian's hands, feeling his nails dig in and break his skin.  Desperately trying to get his hands off, and failing, Kurt's eyes widen when Sebastian's black wings all of sudden shoot out behind him.  He can feel as Sebastian tries with all his power to squeeze his life out of him with his bare hands, fingers digging in deep and destined to leave dark, unattractive bruises around his neck.

"Y-you can't kill me."  Kurt chokes out, smiling, voice coming out weak and strained.

"I know," Sebastian sneers, reaching behind him and grabbing his blade tucked in the back of his pants.  "But this can."

The blade is medium sized, the handle designed with intricate details of scenes from heaven.  The blade itself engraved with the language of the angels all along its sides.

Kurt is suddenly filled with fear and worry.  Smile disappearing.  Giving his all to get away, but failing, he screams and cries when the blade pierces his side and Sebastian pushes it in up to the hilt.  Looking into eyes he once trusted, all he can ask through a hoarse voice is, "W-why?"

"If I can't have you, neither should he," Sebastian says with hatred and jealousy in his voice.  Removing the blade, he stands up and towers over Kurt, just gazing down at him as he bleeds out.  Kurt watches as his blood rolls down the dagger, gathering at the bottom before dripping to the floor; he watches as Sebastian carelessly drags it against his shirt to clean it, putting it back where he had it.  "You could have avoided this, Kurt.  All you had to do was join me by my side and love me as I loved you."  Sebastian buttons his jacket to hide the blood staining his shirt.

"I wou-would have...never fought with you," Kurt pants out, gripping his side.  "I could ha-have never loved you like that.  It was...was always, and will alw-always be Blaine."

"Your simple human.  Now you die because of him."

"I would rather die a thousand times for him, than once for you."

"A pity He isn't helping you right now."

"Get out of my house!"  Kurt tries to shout, tears rolling down the side of his face, and pressing down on the deep gash in his side.  "I hate you!"

"I still love you," Sebastian tells him, voice coming out soft and beautiful.  Hearing him speak like that to him, as if he's his treasure, alone, has Kurt wanting to throw up. "Goodbye, Kurt."  The last thing he says before walking away from Kurt.

"I ne-...never want t-to see you again."  Kurt is surprised he is able to muster the energy right then to say that, feeling how much truth he speaks into those words.

The second he hears the door close loudly, announcing Sebastian's presence gone for good, Kurt slowly sits up and cries out in pain.  Pushing himself up with his free hand and stumbling, he looks to the floor and sees the small puddle of his blood already staining the carpet.  Trying to walk to his room, and managing a few steps, he stumbles and falls to his knees and on his free hand, kneeling there for a few seconds. 

Finally gathering what little energy he has left, he pushes himself up one final time and uses the wall to help support and hold him up.  He walks along the wall and slowly makes his way to his room.  Collapsing on his bed once in there, he reaches for his phone and unlocks it, a bloody, smeared fingerprint now swiped across the screen.  He dials the only number in there.

He has to wait two rings before he hears a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hello," he hears Blaine cheerfully say.

"Bl-Blaine," Kurt sobs out.  "I...I'm in trouble and want to see you."

"Kurt, is everything okay?"  Blaine asks, voice suddenly filled with worry and concern.

"Just...ple-please come here."

"I'll be there as quick as possible."

Kurt ends the call and drops the phone off the side of the bed.  Eyes getting heavy, and feeling tired, he falls asleep and hopes Blaine isn't too late.

~

He's in the middle of his class when he feels it.  The searing pain in his left side is the worst thing he's ever felt or experienced.  Standing up and getting quite a lot of confused and strange looks thrown his way, he ignores them as he grips his side.  Not caring about the class, or his professor telling him something he doesn't make out, he walks out and immediately doubles over in pain, falling to his knees. 

It's a pain that seems to go deep and throughout his body, feeling as if he might die from it.  He thought he had known pain, but all those other pains are nothing compared to this one that has him wishing death would be kind to end his suffering.  Instead of that, he tries to focus his mind on other things.

Slowly, and gratefully, he can feel the pain subsiding until it's barely a flicker in his mind.

Grabbing his phone when it rings, he smiles when he sees Kurt's picture on his screen.  "Hello."

~

He could tell by the way Kurt sounded that something was wrong.  Running outside and to his car, he's speeding out of the parking lot and to Kurt's house in record time.

People honk and yell at him when he speeds by and passes them, not caring at the moment.  He can feel his side still aching from the excursion, his lungs screaming at him to stop and breathe properly.

Making it to Kurt's house ten minutes later, amazed what adrenaline and fear can make a human accomplish, he burst through his door.

"Kurt!"  He shouts out of breath, running to the kitchen and then the living room, noticing the disarray of the room and knowing something bad happened.  Stopping in his tracks when he sees the blood, he instantly knows it's Kurt's.  Even then with the evidence right in front of him, Blaine doesn't understand how he was injured.

Seeing the trail that he left behind when he got up, he follows it.  Deep red drops on the floor and smears across the wall, he comes to Kurt's bedroom.  Walking inside, he sees him passed out on the bed with his blood staining his white sheets.

"Kurt," Blaine exclaims, climbing on the bed and seeing how pale and lifeless Kurt looks.  "Kurt, you have to wake up."  Shaking and shouting at him, he panics and feels the dread begin to seep into his body.

Deciding to do something drastic, he slaps Kurt hard across his face, breathing a sigh of relief when he opens his eyes.

"Kurt, shit, I'm so sorry I did that," he frantically says.

"Bl-Blaine...I knew you would make it," Kurt groggily says with a smile, starting to close his eyes again.

"No, Kurt, you can't go to sleep."  Blaine shakes him, waking him up once again.  "You have to tell me what to do to save you."

"I'm so so-...sorry about this, Blaine," Kurt says, lifting his hand and weakly cupping the side of Blaine's face, a few red splotches smeared across his cheek when Kurt drops his hand back to the bed.

Grabbing his hand in both of his, and kissing the knuckles, Blaine says through his sobs, "Don't apologize.  It's not your fault."

"I love you, so much, Blaine." 

"I love you, too.  I realized that this morning in the kitchen.  I think I have loved you since that first night we met.  So, you see, you can't die because you promised me seventy years."  Tears freely run down the side of his face as he tells Kurt what he should have told him long ago, what he should have told him this morning.

"I...I told you that you would fall in love with me."  Kurt somehow still manages to joke, smiling weakly.

"Just, please, please tell me what I can do to save you."

"Tho-Thompson," Kurt replies before passing out.

~

Twenty minutes later, Blaine hears the frantic knocking on Kurt's front door, relieved that Thompson is finally here.  Running and throwing it open, he finds him standing there carrying a black bag that almost looks medical but something about it is different, but his mind is so frantic he can't point out what it is about the bag that is not normal.

"Where is he?"

"His room.  Follow me."  Blaine runs to Kurt's room, not having to look to know that Thompson is running behind him.

Pushing the bedroom door open and revealing Kurt lying on the bed, almost all his clothes removed except for his underwear and towel over his wound, he watches as Jeffery goes to his side, placing his bag on the nightstand next to the bed.

It's then that Blaine realizes what's different about the bag.  Medical in how it looks, a scrawl around the edges that's he's never seen before, beautiful lines and loops and curves that seem to spell something in another language.

"Blaine," Jeffery says catching his attention.  "I'm going to need you to step out of the room while I try to save him."

"But...he needs...I can't-"

"I'm not telling you again, Blaine.  It will be for the best."

Blaine can tell by the tone of Jeffery's voice that he isn't kidding; that he will throw him out if he has to. Nodding his head, he gets one final look at Kurt before leaving.  "Don't let him die," he says as his voice shakes

"I won't."

~

"Hey, old buddy."  Kurt can barely register what Jeffery says, wanting to go to sleep once again but needing to say something.  "Terrible this is how we meet again after all this time."

He hisses when Jeffery removes the towel away and begins to clean his wound.  Watching him pull various objects from his bag, Kurt knows he's in safe hands.

"Je-Jeff," he says, voice coming out weak and strained.

"Don't try to talk, Kurt.  Save your energy."

Knowing this is what he wants, and Jeff being the perfect one to do this for him, he knows he has to ask him.  "No, I...I ne-need you to ta-take them from me."  He feels Jeff's hands still on him after asking him to do that.

"Kurt, are you sure?"  Jeff asks with shock and surprise in his voice.

"Ye-...yes."  Kurt opens his wings behind him, already feeling his heart break at losing them.

"You love him that much?"

"He's wo-worth forever."

"I'm only agreeing because I'm terrified of what you'll do to me if I don't.  Don't think I've forgotten how ruthless you were when you fought."

Kurt manages a small chuckle at that, saying, "Thanks, Jeff," before passing out.

~

Blaine nervously paces back and forth in front of the door, willing it to be opened.  It's been half-an-hour since he heard any noise come from on the other side of the door.  The sound of Kurt crying out in heart-wrenching pain had him almost bursting through the door ready to go to him and wrap him in his arms and hold him close, never to let him go.

Stopping when the door finally opens, seeing Jeffery looking exhausted and upset.

"How is he?  Did something go wrong?  Did he..." Blaine doesn't finish the question, not wanting to think of Kurt being gone.

"Blaine!  Blaine, calm down," Jeffery says, placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders to still him.  "He's doing amazingly fine.  There is one thing, though."

"What?"  Blaine asks worried.

"He asked me to make him mortal."  Jeffery gauges Blaine's face for a reaction, seeing his eyes widen and hearing him take a deep breath.

"And?"

"I agreed.  That's what he wanted, and after you, it's the only thing I've ever seen him sure of."

Blaine knows there's a lot of ways he can react at the moment, but all he does is launch himself at Jeffery and hug him tight.  "Thank you," he mumbles in the fabric of his shirt.

"You're welcome."  Jeffery pulls away and gives Blaine a warm smile.  "Now, Kurt will sleep for some time, so don't worry if he doesn't wake up in the next couple of days.  His wounds are all closed and should heal just fine.  I'm going to need you to change the bandages twice a day, and apply this tomorrow night.  Just the once on the wounds." 

Blaine takes the small glass vile Jeffery holds out to him.  Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he shakes it, seeing the clear liquid slosh around on the inside.  "What is it?" he asks intrigued.

"A type of medicinal treatment we have," Jeffery replies.  "Can you do that?"

"Yes."  Blaine places the vile in his pocket and looks back Jeffery.  "Is that all?"

"Yes, and if you need anything just call."

Blaine thanks Jeffery once more, hugging him and walking him to the door.

Going back to Kurt's room, finding him asleep on his side with the blankets drawn over him, he sees color start to come back to his face and like he's sleeping peacefully.  Watching him, Blaine feels his heart finally go back to beating at a normal pace.

Lying down next to Kurt as he sleeps, he runs his fingertip over the planes of Kurt's face.  He follows the line of his nose down and traces his lips, feeling puffs of breath hitting his finger.  He moves his finger down Kurt's throat and to his chest, stopping and laying his hand flat over his beating heart.  Feeling the beat of it against his palm, the slight vibrations going up his arm, he smiles at knowing it's as strong as ever, beating and giving Kurt a new kind of life. 

As he lies there gazing at Kurt, thinking of everything he gave up, everything he sacrificed for a life with him, it still amazes Blaine.  He doesn't overlook the fact that Kurt literally gave up eternity to be with him for a short amount of time.

"I love you so much," he whispers, knowing he would have made the same decision for Kurt.