There is a silence in his room. A silence that has not broken since the last time Kurt was here, the last time Blaine held Kurt as his boyfriend. No matter how much noise he tried to make when he was desperate, or how quietly he tried to breathe to see if he could stop the breaking of his heart; Blaine could not easy any of it.

Until today.

It was not until this morning when he woke up to his alarm instead of from a nightmare, that he knew how to stop the silence, to ease the pain.

Blaine took in a deep breath through his nose before he opened his eyes to look at the picture on his bedside table. The smiling face looking lovingly back at him caused a small smile to creep up onto his own lips as he released his breath.

He remembered when he took it. It was one of their movie nights and Blaine thought it would be funny to copy the guy in the rom-com rolling across the screen by taking photos of his boyfriend. Kurt thought he was being silly and refused to pose for him. The curly haired boy was relentless though. He had caught this look by accident.

Blaine had told Kurt he loved him with the biggest grin on his face; the blue-eyed young man told him he was ridiculous, and Blaine's finger slipped on the camera capture button.

It has been on his bedside table ever since he printed it out.

Forcing his hazel eyes away from the photo, he looked across his room, immediately able to differentiate between the items that were his and those that were Kurt's. Blaine felt his throat begin to close up and he turned back to the photo.

"You know I'd fall apart without you,"he whispered, afraid that Kurt might actually hear him. Hear him singing, hear him speaking, hear his heart shattering. "But I need to help you stop hurting, and I need to stop... hurting too."

"I don't know how you do what you do."Kurt shook his head and flipped onto his other side, "Did."

With a groan the brunette teen resisted the temptation to try and force the thoughts from his head by blunt-force trauma from his pillow. Or the wall... or bed post... or his alarm clock.

Funny how the items kept getting less blunt.

"Donotthink about him!" Sighing wistfully, Kurt attempted to settle in again; eyes closed and the tension seeping out of his face... but not his shoulders. "Of course, as soon as I say it—ugh!"

Jerking into a sitting position, Kurt tried to find anything in his 'room' that would distract his mind from—

But everything just reminded him of his ex-beau.

The Dalton fountain pen—Dalton, where he met Blaine.

His satchel—Blaine used to take it after lunch so he could carry it for Kurt.

The t-shirt he was wearing—he was somehow convinced he needed regular t-shirts for lounging.

The stuffed dog—God! The stuffed dog...

No.Thatwould bring him to tears.

"'Cause everything that don't make sense about me—"

"It makes sense when I'm with you..."the curly haired young man found himself breathing deeper and deeper in an attempt to not cry, despite the large smile on his face. "With you."

Behind his closed eyes, he was seeing it as clear as if it was just happening.

Here was this boy (beautiful, beautiful boy), who clearly did not go to Blaine's school, asking what was going on. He knew that this boy was here for spying; whether it was for the Warbler's or not, he could not tell. Until he started to talk about his glee club and saw the recognition in the boy's (beautiful) eyes, how this Kurt (oh Kurt) knew that the Warbler's were a glee club without Blaine having to say that.

Kurt could not seem to take his eyes away from the stuff dog.

It was tucked away in the corner, under a set of throw pillows that Kurt took off his bed at night. But he could still see it... looking at him, with its eyes. Blaine's eyes.

They had each won each other a dog at one of those stupid mall parking lot carnivals, exchanging them because Blaine wanted the one with the blue eyes. Kurt almost put up a fight, but the one Blaine was holding had hazel eyes.

So the brunette only made it seem like he was a little put-out by the trade.

"Oh god." There was no stopping the tears now, his nightly skin-care routine ruined,"Like everything that's green, boy I need you."

It was like a bolt of lightning. "I need you."

Stumbling up from his bed he rushed over to the pillow pile, going straight for the stuffed dog and not caring what he knocked over in the process. He stared into those hazel eyes and his shoulders relaxed, for the first time in weeks... his shoulders relaxed. "I need you. Blaine."

He looked down at the picture in his hand, not remembering when he picked it up. Smiling softly, he put the frame back onto the small table and stroked along the line of Kurt's cheek before he withdrew. Blaine pressed his knuckles to his eyes and gave a weak chuckle before he stood, knowing that moving around will help keep the tears at bay.

"I need you, not to hurt anymore.But it's more than one and one makes two." Opening his closet door he looks down at the folded boxes leaning against the back wall, "It's more than me wanting you back."

As Blaine made work of pulling out all of the boxes and unfolding them, a lightness began to settle in his chest. A lightness, that had not been there in weeks. "So put aside the math and the logic of it. We know that systems never really worked with us."

Calloused hands froze as the last box was unfolded, "Even when there is no 'us'."

He pulled away from the pile of empty boxes and started making his way around his room. At first he just looked at Kurt's things and where they were set out, memorizing how they looked... how natural it all still looked. The second round—he began picking all of it up, everything that was given to him by Kurt or Kurt accidently left.

No matter how much stuff he carried back to his bed, he laid it all out neatly, reverently because he could never be mad at Kurt. He did not deserve to have such an emotion. Especially, towards Kurt.

Kurt."You gotta know you're wanted too."

Kurt sighed into the stuffed dog. Even through the dust and the smell of New York loft apartment—Blaine was still there. His scent was still there.

They both used to make each other hold the dogs whenever they were at the other's house, just so that they could have a little bit bigger piece of one another when they were away. Kurt had made Blaine hold his dog for two whole hours before the blue-eyed boy even started to pack for New York.

Blaine. He just smiled through the whole ordeal.

A smile spread over his lips as he turned quickly back towards his bed, nearly tripping over the scattered pillows in the neon light lit darkness. He needed his phone."I wanna wrap you up."

Phone in hand (he did not slip on his thrown off sheets, he dived into bed on purpose, Rachael and Santana waking up be damned), his finger shook as he unlocked it and opened his contact list. Before he scrolled through them, he held his phone to his chest; bringing the dog up so he could kiss it lightly.

"Wanna kiss your lips."Kurt opened his eyes and moved his finger across his phone's screen. "Blaine."

Knelt next to his bed, all Blaine could do was look helplessly from item to item laid out over his duvet.

Kurt's skull scarf—that he had given to Blaine for good luck when he left Dalton.

Kurt's white fedora—he complained about forgetting it at Blaine's house until he saw his curly-haired boyfriend wear it at school one day. He never asked for it back after that.

A small reel of black and white photos—they took those at the mall on a glee club outing. People had started to pile into the booth with them after the second shot.

The stuffed dog with blue eyes.

Maybe it was not lightness he was feeling.

"You would never want for anything, Kurt. I told you that once.I wanna make you feel wanted." Blaine picked up the stuffed dog and brought it to his nose. "He still smells like you, Kurt."

Again, he was whispering. It did not matter that Kurt was not here (it did, it did matter), he did not want to be heard. Not by Kurt. Not like this. "He smells like you, my Kurt.I wanna call you mine.Forever."

Pulling the dog away, he set it aside. It would be the last to go.

Slowly. So slowly, Blaine kissed and hugged each item that he pulled off his bed before he neatly began to fill his first box.

Wanna hold your hand forever.

The first time that Blaine had taken Kurt's hand, in a more than just-friends way—had been magic. Absolute magic. When those guitar string calloused fingers had lain across those impossibly soft digits, it was forever.

Forever, because that is what soul-mates were for. Forever.

It was all in that moment. That one touch.

Blaine knows he should not, but he ends up with the dog in his lap again. Just looking at those too glassy blue-eyes. The fur was not Kurt's hair color. Nothing else to distinguish to anyone else that he got this stuffed animal just because it looked like Kurt.

Just the eyes. It had been the same with the one Kurt had gotten. It did not look like Blaine, it just sort of had the same eye color.

He doubted Kurt even had the dog.

Yeah, he threw it away.

"And never let you forget it."Blaine would not throw away his dog. So he set him aside.

He had work to do.

The brunette could almost not believe how he had treated Blaine.

Memories of unanswered calls, texts, Skype dates cut short, the sadness... How could he not notice the sadness.

He remembered it now. He could see it now. How could have he been so blind then?

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I don't—Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted."

"Anyone can tell you you're pretty,"Blaine sang softly.

"You're beautiful Kurt. Please don't hide. I love you."

"Nice plié."

Either that was the most charming thing to say to another man in England, or Adam had the weirdest way of flirting.

"Hey, gorgeous. Unscheduled make-out? Your car?"

Blaine sure knew how to turn something that should be rude into flattering with just his eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes.

"Happy Anniversary! I got you a blackbird broach. You know, since we owe ou—"

Kurt had not let Blaine finish speaking. Kurt was an excellent kisser. A beautiful young man with a beautiful soul. And he was an excellent kisser. And he was all Blaine's.

"And you get that all the time, I know you do."

At least he had been.

Blaine clenched his eyes shut as he battled against the tears,Not now. I can do this.

With a new determination he continued to slowly fill the box. He had moved onto photos now.

Kurt.

"You are beautiful without even trying. W-without—" he sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as long as he could before shakily letting it go.Without me."But your beauty's deeper than the makeup.

"And the hair-spray," Blaine whispered fondly, stroking the picture of Kurt just waking up. The brunette was cuddling his pillow, his hair in complete disarray but he was still smiling softly, looking at Blaine in exasperation.

"Oh! There you are, I've been looking for you forever."

Blaine sangTeenage Dream. Adam sangBaby's Got Back.

Was there even really a comparison?

Adam was a nice guy. Funny, even if the humor was a little dry.

Blaine was sweet. Goofy, in his geekiness and love for Disney.

God, his love for Disney.

He would keep Kurt up for hours watching Disney princess movies. He was sure that it was a personal goal of Blaine's to watch all those movies until Kurt had memorized all of the princesses' song lines. Which he did.

Success.

And it was exhausting. Tiring. And he felt like he was dating a five year old. And Blaine was impossible. And—

Kurt missed him.

"And I wanna show you what I see tonight."

Shaking away the tingling feeling shooting up his spine, Kurt put down the phone.

He could not call Blaine.

Blaine smiled sweetly down at the two professional photos in his hands. It had been prom.

Photos were always taken of the crown dance.

So there they were. Happy and in love. Kurt was in his arms and they were dancing gently, ignoring all of the hate that had gotten his prince a crown."When I wrap you up."

The other photo was so sweet he had to kiss it himself. They were kissing, Kurt and him. With his arms around Blaine's shoulders and his scepter hanging loosely because the hazel-eyed young man had caused Kurt's leg to pop up.

"When I kiss your lips."Taking another deep, shaky breath, he moved on from the photos. Placing the last of them into the box. "I need you—to not need me."

Kurt pushed the computer out of his lap and jumped up from his bed. He only had an hour until he needed to be at the airport. It was late so hopefully it would not take more than an hour more to get through security.

So he began to pack.

He did not need a lot. All he would need when he got to Lima... was Blaine.

"I am never saying good-bye to you again.I wanna make you feel wanted." Kurt brushed the new onslaught of tears from his eyes. It was almost ridiculous how happy he was right now. His chest was so warm and full of love. For Blaine.

"Oh, why will it take so long to get to you."

God. Here come the tears.

"I need to do this, Kurt." Tear brimmed, hazle-eyes stared down at the top of the scrap book he was hugging to his chest. "I need for you to not think of me anymore. For you to not be split down the middle for the rest of your life because you're thinking about me. I need you to be h-hap-py."

A choked sob tore through his throat and Blaine looked up, in a weak attempt to stop the tears.

"You need to be happy... even if it isn't with m-me." Pressing his lips to the top of the book, he knew this was the hardest thing he would ever do in his life.He still wants me."But I c-can't. I can't let you. You can't need me, want me. It-it h-hurts. B-but it-it's b-better."

An all-out sob shook his hunched shoulders; his body curled around the book like he needed to protect it, protect who it represented. It took Blaine several minutes before he got control of himself again.

"I wanna call you mine."

Kurt had just finished packing and was now just waiting on his cab. His watery blue-eyes staring down at Blaine's contact page. The tiny photo of his Blaine with his curls out refused to allow him to look anywhere else.

He could not help but laugh at his own sniffling.Won't I be a sight when you see me.

"Wanna hold your hand forever."

Somehow Blaine had managed to release the scrap-book from his chest and was now just staring at the cover. If he allowed himself, he would never look at anything else ever again. It was a ridiculous notion.

So he laughed. A hollowed sound that made him wince.

But that was what he really needed. He needed to close his eyes and not watch as he packed the scrap-book away.

He knew that he would not go through with anymore if he watched. But things only seemed to get harder, because the only thing left besides the dog... was his bedside picture.

Blaine really did try not to cry any harder, his brother was still awake. The last thing he needed was to be interrupted right now. He needed to finish this.

His fingers were stroking the picture again before he even knew it was in his hands. He could only smile back at Kurt, through the tears and the pain... Kurt still made him smile. He did not even have to be there.

"I always l-loved you.And never let you forget it." Pink lips pressed lightly to Kurt's forehead before placing the framed photo on top of the neatly packed items in the box, closing it up with a cardboard lid.

"'Cause Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted."Kurt could not keep from his feet bouncing against the plastic mat on the cab floor. They were not going fast enough, he needed to go faster. He needed to be there, with Blaine. He was so close to being with Blaine he could actually feel the shorter man's arms around him already. His breath against his neck. His heart beating against his chest and into Kurt's."As good as you make me feel."

The brunette pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, the screen lighting up with Blaine's contact page. He had to message him. He needed to know.

To: Blaine

I'm heading back home. I still love you. Can we talk? |

That stupid blinking text marker got him. He couldn't tell Blaine over a text.

No.

If he could not do it over the phone earlier, how the hell could he justify doing it over a text. Kurt could wait, Blaine needed to hear and see him say it face to face.

He deleted the message.

Instead, he shot one to his dad, telling him that he was coming into Lima and that he was going to talk to Blaine. And that Kurt might not see him because he would be at Blaine's for the rest of his stay.

"I can't wait to hold you, Blaine," Kurt whispered as he watched as the airport came into view.

Heaving the last box into place, Blaine sighed in relief and even managed to smile a little.

"I wanna make you feel better."

Kurt's box was on top, clearly marked with his name in cursive. All the others were just marked with a simpleB.

It would be easier to clean out his room this way. All his personal effects were already packed, anything else could just be used for a guest room, or sold as-is without marking it as Blaine's.

Blue-eyes lit up in laughter, "Better than your fairy tales.Better than Disney, Harry Potter, or superheros."

Kurt let a small chuckle escape his lips.

Blaine had always been a geek.

It was all too clear in the things he watched or read. But it even bled over into their 'alone' time.

Kurt remembered when he had asked for them to have their 'alone' time in the dark for the first time, his curly-hair boyfriend had just laughed and turned out the lights, whispering,"Nox."Then turning them back on with"Lumos",when they spent too much time fumbling and laughing than enjoying the touches.

He had always known that Kurt would have his name up in lights. It was inevitable. Like Harry dying in the end.

Everyone knows it is going to happen, it's a freak prophecy! It is just the matter of when it will happen, not if.

"Better than your best dreams."

So whether he's starring on Broadway or featured in Vogue. Blaine knew Kurt was going to make something of himself. He also knew that he would watch over him as he did it, but he could not be in Kurt's life.

Blaine was holding him back.

And it killed him inside to know he was the reason Kurt could not move on.

"I need you to not hurt anymore."

Oh! This wrinkled ol' bitch better get out of my way! You're hunched over for a reason! Gravity is trying to tell you something!As soon as he had enough room to get around her, Kurt began to run down the floor runner and quickly passing terminal after terminal. Long legs sure did come in handy for something."You're more than everything I need."

When he slowed to a stop in front of his boarding station, the flight attendant finished taking tickets of first-class and moved on to boarding coach. He was the first one in line and the first seated. His carry-on clutched to his chest as he tried to calm his breathing (nerves) by bouncing lightly on his toes as he walked down the narrow aisle.

"You're all I ever wanted.Blaine." Pulling up the hood of his jacket he slid down in his seat slightly, tears leaking past his eye-lids again. "You weren't the only one that had been looking forever. I actually thought I would look for the rest of my life. I will never walk away again. Never, Blaine."

The guitar case made a slightthunkagainst his keyboard case as it rocked slightly against the wall. But Blaine attention was on the stuffed dog in his other hand. Stoking the fur and tapping the nose gently, the curly-haired boy set the dog down on the box marked:Kurt's.

Which he quickly turned his attention to the way that the name was scrolled across the top of the box, tracing it the swoops and curves with his index finger."All I ever wanted."

Thin arms wrapped around a nearly heaving chest in an attempt to calm his own breathing (and pretending they were someone else's)."And I just wanna wrap you up."

"Attention all passengers. The captain has turned on the seat belt sign. As we descend I would like to ask you to please return all trays into—"

Kurt clenched his eyes shut, "Blaine. I'm here."

He was about two seconds away from biting all his nails off. The attendant was hailing him a cab but everything was going too slow. It was already so late. He needed to be with Blaine as soon as possible. Kurt needed to know that he was still loved, that Blaine was loved in return. They would hold each other all night, and kiss.

"Wanna kiss your lips."

Kurt blushed.Maybe more than that.

Curls bobbed as Blaine swayed back and forth in indecision, hands lightly gripping the top toKurt'sbox.

This was really a turning point. It was for the best, but did he really want to go through with it? Was this really endgame?

His breathing got shakier as time passed.Kurt wouldn't want this. He still loves me.

This though only caused the young man to whimper and a new onslaught of tears, burning hot as they slid down his cold cheeks. "That's the point. H-he... He shouldn't l-love me."

Building up the courage (he told Kurt to have courage once, Blaine needs that now-for Kurt), he opened the box back up with shaky fingers. He did not waste time at looking at the picture frame as he picked it up and replaced the top. This was not a time for second-guessing. He needed to do this for Kurt. Kurt would never move on if he stayed. His ex had made it clear that they could never be together again... but he still lingers. Kurt is still there and Blaine is beginning to slip. He just cannot do this anymore. It is too painful for him.

And Kurt.

Blaine's whole body shook as he walked towards his bathroom, Kurt's picture hugged tightly to his chest."I wanna make you feel wanted."

"I know it's late, but could you please go a little faster," Kurt urged the driver. "I really need to get there as soon as possible."

"All you New York kids are the same. Fast, fast, fast."

Rude much?Kurt thought to himself. He really was not paying attention to anything but his surroundings and the cab's speedometer, so the cabby's comment was easily ignorable.

"I'll try..."

Blue-eyes flashed up to meet the muddy-browns of the cab-driver. There was concern in his gaze... and understanding. Kurt smiled gently at the man as he felt the cab lurch forward slightly, the engine revved and the scenery passed by much faster.

Biting his lip, Kurt tried to keep himself from shaking. He was so close to being with Blaine, it was going to drive him crazy with nerves just trying to get there. His man was not going anywhere. Kurt knew...

"And I wanna call you mine."

His man.

His everthing.

His forever.

His Blaine.

When the cab turned onto Blaine's street, Kurt could almost not breathe. His heart was hammering again his ribs and his hands were so shaky he almost did not pull enough money out of his wallet to pay the cabby. His eyes glanced up at the house as the car came to a stop. Blaine's light was still on.

Nope. He stopped breathing.

"Go get him."

Kurt neck cracked as his head whipped back to face the cab driver. The older man had a smile on his face as he nodded towards the house, repeating his words. The blue-eyed young man could not help the large grin that stretched over his face. He practically threw the money at the cab driver, as he rushed to out of the cab and closed the door.

Then he remembered his bag. Feeling stupid he yanked the door open again and pulled out his bag, turning and making his way to the house. Before remembering he did not close the cab door.

I'm such a mess right now.

After closing the door proper, he rushed towards the house once more.

One door. One flight of stairs. Another door. Blaine.

"Wanna hold your hand forever."

Blaine wants to laugh.

Maybe this was not the most appropriate song to sing for a situation like this. He was such a hypocrite. Wanting to give Kurt all of these things, not asking for anything in return... But here he was sitting on his bathroom floor, looking atthatpicture, knowing that he was not going to be around to do any more.

But Kurt doesn't really want more. He said so himself. We're friends and we can't be anything more.The released breath is shaky, the tub digging into his back is uncomfortable. But should he really care about being comfortable now? "I don't really have the right. Do I, Kurt?

"You called me dapper, once." He looked up, pressing his lips tightly together as he collected himself before he looked back at Kurt. It was truly a beautiful picture. The perfect thing to look at last. "W-would... would you s-still call me th-that n-now?" Blaine gasped into the oncoming sobs. "N-no. I... I am selfish. And wrong. And p-poison. Th-tha's w-why..." His nose was running and he just wiped it with his sleeve, letting out an empty chuckle, "Kurt, just look at me."

The lightness he felt earlier returned... No. Not lightness.

Empty.

So this is what it feels like to be empty.

"It's only fitting, isn't Kurt?" Blaine wiped away as many tears as he could get to before rubbing at his nose again, sniffling. "I took e-ev... everyth-thing from you. It's m-my turn n-now." He looked away from the photo, the blue-eye stare becoming too much. "And oddly enough, I don't mind not having anything. Because I know... I know you will have everything one day. 'Cause..." he blew out a breath, eyes clenching shut. "Because s-someone will g-give you the world. E-even if i-it's n-not-t... God!"

I can do this, I can. Do not back out. Not now. So close. For Kurt.

"Even i-if it's n-not me." Blaine knew he needed to hurry now. His throat was starting to close up and that would just make everything harder for him in the end. "B-but all I want to do right now, is hold your hand. Hold you and kiss you. Love you. Un-until my d-dy... dying day." He shakes his head, curls starting to stick to his sweating forehead. "No. Until the end... of time."

Hazel-eyes open once more, looking at Kurt and his smile; and Blaine stared at the picture for what felt like an hour before it turned to the pill bottle sitting next to the frame.

Kurt was blushing like mad once he finally got to the front door. He had all out tripped on his way from the cab three times. Three! The cabby had honked at him the last time before driving away.

How humiliating.

But there was this undeniable power he felt now. These hours of waiting (impatiently), and here it was; the moment that knew was going to be life-changing.

One door. One flight of stairs. Another door. Blaine.

My Blaine.

"And never let you forget it."

He brought his hand up to knock, but he hesitated. Leaning to peak into the front window and saw flashing light flickering across the darkened room.Someone is awake. Maybe it's Blaine.

Blaine leaned back, the tub digging into his shoulders as his feet pushed against the toilet and his face pointed up. Kurt had always told him that his hair had been soft, that he should not hide his hair under all that gel. There were solutions to manage his curl. He really had not ever gotten why Kurt thought that. His hair was a mess.

Gel broken up from running his fingers through it, his curls frizzed out and nearly grey from the unbound gel.

He sat back up, pulling his legs under him as he leaned forward. But his fingers stopped just short of the bottle... again.

This was not even the hard part!Just pick up the bottle!

He had mixed up the pain meds from his eye-surgery and when he had his wisdom-teeth removed. He read about how to do this properly on the internet. You take two at a time for as long as you can, makes it easier on the stomach so you are less likely to throw-up. Then the rest... is just a matter of falling asleep and not... waking up.

In the beginning of the planning, he had thought about hanging but knew that he could not do that to Kurt.

Which, really did not make much sense now.

His fingers wrapped around the orange bottle.

"Yeah I, wanna make you feel wanted."

No sense at all.

Slender fingers pulled the bulky phone from his pocket, bringing it up to look at his reflection in the blackened screen. Kurt worked quickly to make himself as presentable as possible, which was not much more than when he left his apartment. No hairspray (he had been in bed!) and his face slightly greasy from the flight and cab rides, but a grease sheet solved that problem. There was not much he could do for his swollen eyes (from the freaking crying) or the dark circles (stupid sleepless nights), but he gave his lids a few taps anyways. Giving up, Kurt shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Blaine would think he looked beautiful, no matter what he looked like. Now, Kurt just wanted to make sure that Blaine knew the same about himself.

"Baby I, wanna make you feel wanted.Forever, Blaine." A sudden rush hit him, making him feel high. So he let it wash over him; relaxing his shoulders and bringing a smile to his face, determination to his gaze.

Finally! Finally, he brought his hand up to knock on the door.

When no one answered after a minute, Kurt leaned over to look through the window again. Yup, still flashes.

So he knocked again, harder this time. He was about to knock again when he saw movement through the frosted glass of the front door. The figure may be blurry and the room may be dark, but Kurt could see they had dark hair and falling across their forehead in what looked like curls... and they were male.

Kurt thought his heart was never beating to loud or fast in his whole life as the door was unlocked and opened.

Blaine.

"You'll always be wanted."

Blaine hiccupped out the last verse of the song and sank back. He was shaking so much that the pills inside the bottle in his hand were rattling; he could not even get his breathing under control. This was hard... but he was determined. It just did not seem to be enough right now.

Whether that was a blessing or not... he chose not to think about.

He just needed to let go. Let go of everything.

Including Kurt.

The choking sob that rock through him nearly sent him into a coughing fit. "I-I ca-can't ever-r l-let y-y-you g-go... Th-that's w-why-y..."That's why I have to do this. One of us has to let go Kurt. You can't do it. I can see it. And because of that... you'll never move on. You need to. Because I will just end up killing you, Kurt. Because I'm poison. But I guess... I know, I will never stop loving you.

Blaine gasps as he brings the bottle up to his forehead with both hands wrapped tightly around the orange plastic.Even when I... am not here. I will be... I'll be watching you. Loving you.

With the most pathetic whimper he has ever heard, Blaine uncapped the pill bottle.