Blaine didn't leave his room anymore, he told everyone he was sick and his pale, almost yellow face backed him up. Everyone who saw him could tell he was losing weight, fading away to a gaunt, brittle figure. If he didn't view Kurt with some kind of magical flawlessness surrounding him all the time then he would have to be angry. Blaine was sure that he would be able to escape his past at Dalton, and in doing this he wanted to escape himself- find a new Blaine, be different, better. But then he'd met Kurt, who was so true to who he was and Blaine had discovered that he couldn't just find a new him, he would have to reinvent himself with what he already had, just the way Kurt had done.

And Kurt had made it better, everyone had noticed that. He was happier now, smiling and no longer had the defeated, scared and heartbroken boy Blaine had once known. But it was as if the boys had bonded in a way that meant there was only a certain amount of happiness between them. While Blaine was happy to give Kurt all the support he had, he felt as though it was draining him, like every smile he gave Kurt he took one from himself. But Blaine would much rather see Kurt smile than smile himself, of that he was sure.

Kurt would visit him after classes every day and never commented on Blaine's deteriorating state. He would talk to fill the silence that had grown and flourished in the room and light up the darkness that Blaine seemed to be emitting into it. He would just lie with Blaine and stroke his hair and kiss him. He never mentioned thatBlaine never seemed to eat anymore, or even the fact that his crisp yellow sheets were becoming blood stained- Blaine loved him for that. Blaine would whisper to him at night everything that he was feeling, all the thoughts that he had and stories about his past and feel safe doing it because he had met the one person on Earth that didn't feel the need to judge him.

Blaine was never the dependent type, but within weeks of meeting Kurt, he'd begun to completely rely on him. It wasn't long until Kurt was bringing him food, hushing him and trying to convince him to eat. Kurt would sing him to sleep sometimes, and would draw back the curtains at night so that Blaine could look at the stars. The stars seemed closer now, bigger- or maybe Blaine had just gotten smaller and further away.

Kurt had known, deep, deep in his heart, that Blaine was fading away, but when you love someone the way Kurt loved him you don't even think about losing them. Kurt had developed a routine for himself- he would go to classes during the day and act normally, like he always had and then in the evening he would go back to Blaine and care for him. It was worth it to be close to him, but Blaine was slowly breaking his heart. Kurt would give anything to see another of those smiles he had loved so much, but he was beginning to forget what they looked like. And so he did all he could do.

He knew it wasn't enough.

Kurt wished that he could cry, or scream. But he'd been expecting this. He'd been waiting for it, even.

Blaine looked angelic.

Like royalty.

In a throne of his own velvet blood.

He'd left a note on the same post-it that Kurt had written on.

Look at the stars.

Look how they shine for you.

And all the things you do.

And they were all yellow.