"Blaine, it's time for us to leave."

Blaine glanced up at Carole, still sitting in the same chair from earlier. Burt stood by the hospital door, watching them as he crossed his arms, Finn having left a couple hours earlier for football practice. "What? Why? We can't leave him alone."

"Visiting hours are over and only one person can stay with Kurt. Burt was going to stay with him tonight." Carole explained, moving her hand away from the boy's back.

Blaine stared at her wide-eyed before sending a panicked look towards Burt. "No, please."

"What?"

"Please, let me stay. Please. I know I've asked so much of everyone today and yes, I know he's your son. But I really need to be here when he wakes up. I have to. I'm begging you!" He was looking back and forth from Carole to Burt, his eyes wide.

Carole looked back at Burt, her hands folded in front of her as she waited for a reaction from her husband. "I don't know..." was Burt's quiet response.

"I get it, he's your son and you want to be here but... Please. I just need to be here. I need to be able to apologize as soon as possible. I need to be able to see his eyes when he finally opens them. I need to." Blaine was clutching the arm of the chair, his knuckles white as he begged. "This will be the last thing I ask of you, just please. Give me tonight."

Carole looked at the boy who was in absolute distress over leaving Kurt before looking back at Burt. "Burt, I think we should let him stay. You need your sleep anyway. And being at this hospital won't get you any and I don't want you snapping on nurses and doctors again tomorrow. And it won't be good for your back nor heart. I think it'd be for the best."

Burt was conflicted as he looked between the two before sighing and nodding. "Fine. But I'll be back in the morning. And if he wakes up, call me and tell me how he's doing," he demanded as he walked towards Blaine.

"Of course, Burt. Anything. Just thank you," Blaine said in a rush, nodding his head quickly.

"Come here," Burt said, motioning for Blaine to stand. Blaine gave him a weary look before standing up from his chair. When Burt motioned for him to come closer, he took a long stride ending up in Burt's outstretched arms. They hugged for a moment, Blaine's eyes closing tightly against the onslaught of tears he felt burn at his eyes. "Try and get some sleep. You need it." Burt muttered, pulling away and ruffling Blaine's curls, long since dried.

Blaine nodded before Carole pulled him in for a quick hug and kissed his cheek. "I'll take you out for lunch tomorrow if you'd like. You'll need food after not eating for the last 12 hours."

Blaine nodded once again, murmuring a 'thank you', though he knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep or eat with the vision of Kurt laying bloody and cut up against the wall burned into his eyelids. Burt and Carole both said their goodbyes, Blaine giving a small wave as they finally left the room and closed the door.

Once they were gone, Blaine slumped into his chair, running his hands over his face with a sigh. He was exhausted, but just letting his eyes fall closed for just a second caused the vision of Kurt in the bathroom to return. He would be able to go without sleep for a while, he just needed to see Kurt wake up. Needed to know he was fine before he could rest soundly without the terrible thoughts crowding his poor, over thought mind.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead on the edge of the bed with a sigh. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of anything but the sight from earlier. Rainbows, bunnies, kittens, unicorns, ANYTHING!

Blaine was nothing but a screw up. And he knew that. He messed up and torn his family apart. He had lost friends. And now here he was. Sitting in the hospital next to the boy who had tried to kill himself over a fight they had. Blaine thought it was kind of selfish to think that Kurt had slashed his wrists over the fight, but, that he knew of, nothing else had happened to make him so depressed. Blaine was just a fuck up, and that's all he'd ever be. No matter how hard he tried.

He could see the scene once again as his thoughts began to disperse to bring the memories back into play. The blood surrounding the body, the ugly gashes across Kurt's frail wrists. The look on his face as his head fell back against the wall with a smack, the look that continued to stay there even when Blaine shook him. He could see the sick way his body just flopped around in his hands, his head rolling side to side. It was all coming back too soon. But this time, he couldn't help him. Suddenly the memories turned into a nightmare. He couldn't find his phone, his hands slipping in the blood as he tried to find it. His shirts weren't able to hold in any of the blood gushing from the cuts, pouring onto the floor and surrounding them. The tiles now covered in blood, the puddle growing larger as he continued to fumble around for the way to call for help. When he couldn't find it he gave up, turning back to Kurt who had slumped onto the ground and was now laying in the blood. Blaine scooped his body up and held it against his own, crying and screaming for someone to help, anyone. He looked down at his boyfriend's face, his head slumped backwards, his mouth hanging open. Suddenly blood began to leak from his eyes and ears, then began to gush from between his lips and all over Blaine. It coursed over his face, up his nose, in his eyes, dampening his hair. Blaine cried out in disgust as the blood covered his face and upper body. Kurt's form fell from his arms, falling with a sick smack into the blood. Blaine began to scream again, "Help! Help me, please! Anyone!" He looked down at Kurt's body, blood gushing out from his face and wrists, the floor covered in the liquid, leaking out through the bottom of the bathroom door. Kurt's eyes flew open, but not the usual blue-green of the stormy sea Blaine loved so much, not even close. His eyes were red, glazed over in his own blood, no white visible. He began to scream, a high pitched screech that hurt Blaine's ears. Blaine put his hands against his ears and tried to block out the sound. He heard his name being yelled as opened his eyes to see Kurt's body sinking into the blood like it was sinking under water.

"Blaine! Help me!" Kurt's voice was high pitched and screechy, his red eyes wide as he reached out a helpless hand. Blaine reached for it, gripping onto it before it slipped out, their hands slick with blood.

"Kurt!" Blaine screamed as Kurt's body sunk under the red liquid.

Blaine woke up with a start, gasping loudly as he pushed back from the bed. His body was shaking and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He didn't even know when he had fallen asleep, but he planned to never do it again as long as he lived. He closed his eyes for a moment, evening out his breathing with deep, quick breaths to calm himself.

Blaine stood up and walked to the bathroom, opening the door and groaning as he flicked on the bright florescent light. He walked over to the sink, turning the cold water knob as he braced his hands against the marble, watching the water crashing against the bottom of the basin. He looked up into the mirror above him to take in his darkened eyes, the bruises below them more prominent then he'd ever seen them. So much stress for a 17 year old. Just too much. He cupped his hands under the stream of freezing water and tossed it up into his face, running his hands over his skin before tossing another handful. He turned the water off, grabbing a white towel from the rack and patting his face dry. He walked back out into the room, grabbed a bottle of water Carole had left on the table across the room and collapsed in the chair again. He had to stay awake. He couldn't let that happen again. He chugged down half the bottle, running the back of his hand over his mouth before capping the bottle and setting back on the floor. He sighed deeply, putting his face in his hands for a moment. He had to get control of himself.

The sound of a body shifting made his head snap up too fast, a small pain crinkling up his neck. He watched Kurt closely, watching his fingers twitch; watching his legs shift under the blanket. He was waking up. Blaine sat up straighter, scooting his chair close to the bed. "Kurt? Babe?" Blaine began to murmur, resting his hand in Kurt's. "Come on, wake up." He felt Kurt's fingers squeeze feebly at his hand, causing his heart to jump up his throat.

His eyes flickered up to Kurt's face, watching for more movement. Waiting for the blue orbs to be released, to be able to gaze at them once more.

Kurt coughed, his eyebrows pulling together as he groaned softly. He began to blink open his eyes and Blaine gave an internal cry of victory. It wasn't too bright in the room, the only light coming from the street lamps outside and the small lamp on the table beside the bed. He continued to blink, letting his eyes adjust to everything around him. He closed them for a moment, Blaine watching his face, biting his lip hard. Then Kurt finally blinked once more before looking up at the ceiling with hooded eyes. "Kurt?" Blaine whispered, not wanting to startle him. The boy's eyes searched the room before they fell on Blaine, widening a bit at the sight of him.

"Blaine?" Kurt's voice was rough and scratchy, but it was the most amazing sound Blaine had ever heard. Blaine opened his mouth, the only sound escaping being a choked sob. He began to cry, everything so much. The dream had scared him but now here was Kurt, his blue eyes trained on him and nothing was more terrifying. He loved this boy so much that it ached. The thought of almost having lost him had torn him apart inside and now all he wanted to do was gather him in his arms and hold him. He couldn't help the tears that rolled down his cheeks as his body began to shake once again with familiar sobs. "Blaine? Why are you crying?" Kurt's voice was still scratchy, but Blaine could hear the slight panic building up in it.

Blaine couldn't help but let out a small laugh. He shook his head and wiped at his cheeks with his free hand. He took a few deep breaths before looking at his boyfriend who was watching him intently. "You're awake." That was all he said as he smiled shakily at him, his eyes still burning.

Kurt's face pulled into a look of confusion, causing tears to begin to roll down Blaine's face again. Kurt attempted to reach up, to wipe away the unneeded tears, when he winced in pain, dropping his hand back to the bed. He looked down at his arm, gasping softly as he examined the bandage on his wrist. He looked over at his other wrist, the around the room, his gaze catching on the monitors. Everything suddenly came crashing back into Kurt's skull, far too fast and far too much for him to handle. He began to shake as the memories of the events began to replay in his mind.

"Kurt, no. Calm down. Everything is fine now," Blaine assured him, his hand resting gently on his bandaged wrist. "I can get the doctor to bring in more medicine as soon as possible. It'll get you to go back to sleep and get out of pain." As much as Blaine wanted Kurt to stay awake, to talk with him so he could apologize and explain himself, he could see Kurt needed to rest. And when he was under the medicine, the pain was lessened too, and he hated watching Kurt's winces as he moved.

"Blaine," Kurt said, watching as the wheels turned inside Blaine's head, seeing the thoughts forming behind his eyes.

Blaine's eyes flicked up to meet Kurt's, "What?"

"Kiss me, please."

Blaine looked at Kurt, his eyes widening a bit. He had just woken up from hours of being under the influence of the medicine and the first thing he asks for is a kiss. No food, or no bathroom. Just a simple kiss; that Blaine was happy to give. He stood up and leaned over the head of the bed, resting his lips softly on Kurt's forehead, then his nose then he gently pressed their lips together for a short moment. When he pulled away, Kurt looked at him with large eyes and he ran his hand through the brown strands of Kurt's hair. "Thank you," Kurt whispered.

"Of course. Always." Was Blaine's answer as he leaned down to press his lips once to Kurt's temple. "Everything will be better. Let me go get the doctor."

"Blaine, wait!" Kurt cried out as best as he could in his quiet voice, reaching out for Blaine's wrist. He let out a soft whine as he let it slump back to his side.

Blaine turned back around quickly, looking at Kurt with concern. "Please, be careful. Try not to move. Now what do you need? I have to go get the doctor, Kurt. I need to let him know you're awake."

Kurt nodded at Blaine's words, understanding completely, even if he didn't want Blaine to leave his side for not even one second at the moment. "One more kiss?" he asked softly.

"Of course," Blaine murmured, a small smile on his lips as he leaned over to kiss him gently before pulling away. "Now I'll be right back, don't move."

Kurt nodded waiting for Blaine to leave the room before he took a shuddery sigh. He lifted his hands up, placing his wrists side by side, a throbbing pain twisting up his arms. He wanted to start sobbing. He was alive. This wasn't what he had intended.

Who had found him? Who had unknowingly made his life a hundred times worse? Kurt wanted thrash out and scream, angry because his heart was still beating.

But Blaine had been at his side when he woke up. He had been crying, looking so broken and raw that it had ached to look at him. That's all that mattered, right? Blaine had kissed him, smiled at him. He didn't look angry at all. Maybe Kurt had made a mistake, but at the moment he didn't care because he was still alive. Blaine probably only acted as he did because of what Kurt was going through. He was just being nice till Kurt got better, then he'd leave him again. Kurt closed his eyes tightly, hating the pain he could feel in his arms. He wanted to be numb again.

When Blaine left once he was well, he'd make sure to finish it. To make sure his heart stopped beating next time.

Was Blaine the one who found him? Why would he have been in Kurt's house? Kurt was so confused by everything going on around him. He wanted to go home and get away from the irritating beeping. He wanted out.

His eyes opened as Blaine walked back in, an older man following behind. He smiled, the skin by his eyes crinkling. "Mr. Hummel, you're awake."

Kurt just nodded, looking over at Blaine who had his lip between his teeth, gazing at him. Kurt tried to smile but he felt like he was grimacing more than actually pulling his lips up into the happy action. He could see that Blaine had caught it though and felt something in his stomach flutter as Blaine gave him a smile. "Alright...," the doctor hummed, checking the machines and looking at the clipboard in his hands. "How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic," Kurt deadpanned. The man surprised Kurt by chuckling at his answer before throwing him a look. Kurt sighed. "Well, I'm fine except for a slight headache and it hurts to move my arms. Plus there's the constant pain from my wrists..." Kurt's voice fell as he rested his hands in his lap, his gaze trained on them. They all knew what had happened. They all knew he was pathetic.

"Mhm, that's expected," the man murmured, jotting something down on a paper. "I'll have the nurse bring in a couple more dosages of medication. I'll let you get a bit more sleep before I talk to you again. Can you call his father?" He was now looking at Blaine expectantly.

Blaine nodded quickly, "I can. I actually promised Mr. Hummel I'd call him once Kurt had awoken. I was going to do that in a couple minutes."

"Okay, good." He smiled at Kurt, pinning the clipboard under his arm. "The nurse will be in soon. Just be careful and don't move to much. Try and stay out of as much pain as possible." On that statement he left, breezing out the door and closing it behind him.

"Alrighty, time to call Burt." Blaine said aloud, grabbing the phone beside the bed.

"Where's your phone?" Kurt asked quietly with a quick glance up.

"Um..." Blaine furrowed his brow, debating on whether to tell him or not. "Carole took it to clean it." And he left it at that, Kurt murmuring an "Oh" as his gaze returned to his hands that he now had twisted together.

Blaine tapped in the number of the Hummel-Hudson house hold, checking the clock to see the time. It was almost 2 in the morning, way later than Blaine had thought. The phone rang twice before it cut off and he heard Burt's sleep-filled voice on the other end. "'lo?"

"Burt, it's Blaine. Kurt is awake."

"Really? How is he doing? Does he need me to come down there?" Burt's voice had gone from excitement to panic so quickly that Blaine had almost missed the excitement.

Blaine looked over at Kurt, his lip once again being captured between his teeth. "He's fine. Just a headache and some dull pain. I don't think you need to come down now. The doctor is bringing in more medication for him to sleep so it'd be of no use."

"Alright. Well, thank you for letting me know. And let Kurt know I love him? 'Bye."

"Of course, you're welcome. I will. 'Bye." Blaine settled the phone back on the receiver and look back at Kurt.

"What did he say?" Kurt asked.

"Um, he just asked how you were doing and if he needed to come down here. I told him that he didn't have to come down since you'll be sleeping again anyway. And then he told me to let you know he loves you."

"Ah," Kurt murmured, his eyes trained on Blaine for a moment.

Blaine walked back to the chair still settled by the bed, slumping back in it before sighing and leaning forward. He watched Kurt twist his hands together and watch them like he was watching the Royal Wedding. "Um..." Blaine began, chewing on the inside of his lip as he fretted over opening his mouth.

"Hm?" Kurt hummed, his eyes staying trained on his hands.

"Kurt, I know you may not want to talk about it..." Something in Kurt twisted in panic. "...but... Why did you do this?" Blaine's voice was quiet, sheepishly looking away for a quick second.

Kurt stayed silent, his eyes burning slightly. He did not want to talk about this right now. He couldn't. He wasn't going to admit to Blaine how he had failed everyone. Wasn't going to admit why he failed everyone. He heard Blaine sigh beside him and he felt bad for not answering, but he couldn't in the state he was in.

"I get it. You don't ever have to tell me. It's fine," Blaine said, leaning back into the chair.

The door opened and a middle-aged women came pattering into the room. She held bags of clear liquid in her hand and she smiled as she caught sight of Kurt. "Lovely to see you awake, Mr. Hummel. Too bad this stuff will knock you right back out." She continued to talk, Kurt looking at her silently as she hooked up the medication.

Blaine watched Kurt closely, wishing he'd let him know what had been on his mind. He just had to hope he'd tell him some day. "Yeah, it's okay if you never tell me..." he murmured under his breath.