How did we get here? I thought to myself. It was just a year ago Blaine was singing to me about how he want to love me forever. Now he is lost. Barely breathing.
I did feel like it was my fault. From the moment I saved him on that street corner last year, I condemned him to a life of hell.
It had been raining all week in new york, not that Blaine tried to leave to feed. I was so worried. Rachel walked over with her mug of hot tea.
"Please tell me you're not blaming yourself what what he did." She asked softly.
"You weren't there." I said. My mind would never forgot the moment I saw him burning. I heard something fall into the water and I stopped walking hoping he would call for me to wait.
Instead I smelt smoke, I turned around his body catching flames as he said, "when there's nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire."
I was fast enough to throw him into the water but he was unconscious and covered in ash and burning bubbling skin.
"I healed him, didn't I? I know what's in his mind. He needs help, you know that Michael he sees is just himself. And now the illusion is burnt and twice as psychotic as before." She said.
Makers blood heals the progeny faster then human blood and Blaine needed all he could get. She was right. "I just don't know anymore Rachel. I'm lost. We had everything. Now we have nothing. He keeps pushing me away and I don't know why." There were tears forming in my eyes. I felt like that was all I ever did these days.
"Everyone else has left him Kurt. You never have. He's just waiting, pushing you will just help it hurt less. I left, his mother left, his brother left. You never go, he knows that and he is afraid." She said.
"I really hope you're right." I said. I didn't know what more to do. Chicago was such a mess, some days he wanted to forgot the whole world and just live in bed with me. And other days he wouldn't say a word or even look at me.
"There's something I've been waiting to tell you because Blaine has been so messed up. But, I met this guy when I came out here. His name is Finn and he is my word." Her eyes lit up with the though of this man.
"I take it you're happy." I said.
"Overjoyed, he is dying to meet you and Blaine. That's all I ever talk about. He has been pushing me the last few months to find Blaine." Rachel said.
"As long as you're happy. I'm happy." I said. I just wished Blaine could be happy. "I'm going to check on Blaine." I rose out of my chair washed spoke.
"I really hope we can fix him." She nearly whispered.
I walked to the back and saw Blaine was awake. His feet hanging over the edge of the bed, hands interlocked with each other and his head hanging. He didn't move when I entered the room, nor did he move when I sat beside him.
"What's going on Blaine?" I asked.
He didn't move or even acknowledge my presents. Just when I was about to leave him to his thoughts he spoke. "I knew all of this would happen. I have always known." He sighed. "But I don't know how it ends. If it even does, I don't know anything about my end."
"That's because nothing is ending Blaine." I said my voice full of promise. "Come down stares with me. Rachel's bar is in full swing, I want to sing with you two."
"Is that really where I need to be?" He asked.
"Its a bar for the supernatural. The only humans there are witches and they can hold their own." I assured him. Holding out my hand for him to take, "please."
Hesitantly, he rose his head and looked at me, "not tonight."
"What do you want to do tonight?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just want to sit here." Blaine said.
"I would much rather how you out. Not trapped In you're thoughts." I commended.
"Not tonight." He said again. "Maybe tomorrow." And just like that I lost him. He returned to his previous position.
Instead of leaving a sat there with him. Not making a sound I just listened to his heart and was happy he was alive.