It's not until midday, when Claire and Santana leave, after long hours of either talking to Blaine about Kurt, scolding him for his unhealthy lifestyle, or Claire explaining embarrassing moments from Blaine's past. Now he's laying on his bed, watching mundane midday talk shows and strange films no one's heard of. He's flicking through his phone messages, most being from Santana and Claire. He freezes as his eyes fall onto a name, Kurt. He can hardly remember their last text, so his thumb gently hovers over the conversation, trying to gain the courage to view it. Slowly dropping his thumb, the conversation opens within an instant. His breath hitches and he swears his heart skips a beat as he reads the words.

I'm sorry for the whole Sebastian thing.
He didn't bother you to much did he?

It's fine honey. Not your fault.
He was pretty annoying, but it doesn't matter.

Why's that?
Isn't he after me anymore?

No. He's still got his eye on you,
but I've no need to worry.

And why is that?

Because I have an amazing boyfriend.
Who loves me, right?

Definitely.
And I'm never going to stop.

Me either. Couldn't think of what my life
would be like without you.

Definitely not as bright and
amazing as it is for me now.

Probably. It's getting late.
I'll see you tomorrow. Love you!

Love you too! Sweet dreams.

It was nothing special, nothing different than any other message between lovers, but to Blaine, at least right now, it's everything he holds dear. It's everything he once had, and is now fighting to get back, even if it's a lost fight, he won't give up. Not on Kurt loving him again, not on having his sister and Mother as his family again, and certainly not on love. Never. He stands up and grabs Kurt's shirt, he presses it to his nose, just as he has all these nights, alone, scared, and tired, only now, he knows no matter what, he'll do anything and everything until Kurt understands that everything he did, everything that hurt him so much, it was all for him.

He snuggles into his pillows and Kurt's shirt, switching the channels once again, a new strength in him, that for once, isn't fuelled by anger. Now all he has to conquer today is his appointment with Claire, which is quite unlikely.

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Kurt pulls into his driveway, his eyes sore and red, the sun shining over his two storey home. He stayed at the hotel in his car all night. He was hoping he'd somehow gain the strength to knock on the door, but he never did. Instead he fell asleep at around midnight and didn't wake until 9am, even then he sat there for another hour, trying to somehow talk to Blaine.

He trudges into his home, pulling his shoes off and throwing his cost onto the hanger. He's greeted by his father, a disapproving look on his face.

"Where the hell have you been? You never came home last night, I was worried sick!" Burt bellows.

"I stayed over at... Santana's, she was having a bit of a breakdown, my phone died, and by the time I realised I'd be staying over it was late so I didn't want to call and wake you. Okay?"

Burt looks to him quizzically, "why did she call you?"

Kurt sighs, faking slight offence as he replies. "It was about her and Brittany, she's still coming to terms with being out, and I'm the only person she really knows that's out and proud."

"What about Blaine?" He asks, his tone harsh as he says the boy's name.

"She's as angry as the rest of us, when it comes to him," he lies, hoping the conversation would end.

"All right! No need to get mad. Just call next time, okay?" He asks, his hands in a surrendering position.

Kurt nods as he begins to head upstairs to his room, but he's stopped by his father's hand on his arm.

"You still coming for my check up at the hospital tonight?" He asks quietly.
Kurt smiles, "of course, Dad." Burt returns the smile, Kurt ascending the stairs to his bedroom.

He drops his bag on the floor, pulls off some of his thick layers, and collapses onto his soft bed. He groans from the sudden comfort, and the weight being released from his feet, sending pain through his legs. He turns his head to face his chest of drawers, his eyes on the third draw from the top. It's contents is mainly mementos and keep sakes, such as photos of friends, the glee club, Rachel and him in New York, and Blaine. He slowly turns over until he's laying on his side, considering whether or not he should look through them. Scared the memories will prove to much for him to bare, but the desire to see and remember how happy and loved he was, is beginning to prove to much for him to resist.

He slowly crawls into a sitting position, fully facing the draw. He cautiously stands up, his feet moving slowly over to the draw, until his hand is lightly touching the wooden handles of the chest. He pulls the draw out harshly, the contents jerking forward. He tentatively traces his fingertips over the book like photo album that contains the images of all he loves. Grasping the book tightly in his hand, he pulls it into his chest, hugging it. Gently breathing out, he feels the tears beginning to swell behind his eyes, and his heart becoming a heavy weight in his chest. He flips through the book, gingerly, gently tracing his fingers over the photos until he lands on the photos of Blaine and him. His breath hitches and his heart constricts painfully in his chest.

He's forgotten how Blaine looks when he smiles, how bright his eyes are, how happy he seems. Kurt smiles at the memories of their nights together, how they'd talk for hours. He moves to another page, the next photo of them both smiling, but Kurt is the only one looking at the camera. Blaine's eyes are on Kurt, a small smile on his lips, his eyes breathtaking with just a glimmer of something magical. Something that makes Kurt's heart swell, and his eyes shimmer with tears as he gazes on the picture. Something he'd only hoped for and guessed at for months. Something he believed never existed, not within Blaine, not anymore.

Love.
Unadorned, unconditional, mad love. In all his life, Kurt never believed anyone would look at him in that way, and even when Blaine did, he never once believed it, at least not completely. He pulls his hand to his mouth, bitting down on his clenched fist, trying not to sob. He sits like that for at least an hour, silent tears running down his cheeks, until he eventually falls asleep, the book in his tight grasp, his cheeks being stained with tears. Dreaming of the boy he loved and lost.

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It's dark when Blaine wakes up, having no idea he'd fallen asleep. He slowly sits up, his back aching with the movement. His eyes are sore, his hair all over the place, and his body hardly moving, not used to moving after such a long rest. The silence in the room is disturbed as his phone lights up and rings. He fumbles for the device, his arms heavy and limp as he puts the phone to his ear. His ears are filled with a screeching voice, well at least, screeching to Blaine.

"Whoa……Whoa. Just shut up for a second would you!" He grumbles, his eyes barely open.

The voice goes quiet, Blaine sighing with relief.

"Now. What do you want?" His voice is tired and clearly irritated by the caller.
"You've got half an hour 'til you need to be here. Get your butt moving!" The voice demands, who is none other than Claire.
"Shit!"

Blaine scrambles around the pitch black room, trying to find his clothes as he keeps the phone to his ears.
"You know, if you were my son, I'd slap you 'til you got it through your thick head that you need to be on time!" Claire yells from the phone.

"You do that anyway!" Blaine states, pulling a t-shirt over his head, his shoe half on his foot.
"So you better be here before 7!"
"Yeah! I will, gotta go. Bye!" He hangs up, ignoring her protests.

He trips over his feet landing face first on the ground, a yelp escaping him as the contact sends enormous spikes of pain across his chest. He groans, placing his hands on the floor as he tries to push himself up. His arms wobble, still weak from sleep. He eventually pushes himself into a sitting position which he then pulls himself up until he's standing. He sits on the side of the bed, his teeth clenched together, gingerly putting his shoes on properly. He stands, sighing heavily, pulling on his jacket, he grabs his car keys, phone, hotel keys, and heads for the door. The cold air hits him like a bucket of cold water, waking him up instantly. He quickly jogs over to his car after locking his hotel room. He jumps into the drivers seat, rubbing his hands together, hoping to regain some feeling. He turns the vehicle on, the heaters coming on and warming his face. He pulls out of the small parking lot, dreading whatever is to come this evening.

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Kurt wakes, sweaty and panting, his eyes wide as his father stops shaking him awake. He breathes heavily, his heart pounding and his eyes wide and scared. Burt tentatively sits by Kurt, brushing a few fallen locks of hair.

"You okay, kiddo? You were moaning in your sleep." He says quietly.
"Just, a weird…nightmare. It's no big deal." Kurt replies, hoping the dream seems insignificant.
"Okay…Do you still want to come with me to my appointment? It's okay if you wanna stay home, I'll be okay by myself." Burt gently rubs Kurt's arm.

"No, I want to come. I'm fine. I'll meet you down stairs, okay?" Kurt says, reassuring Burt. He nods and heads down the stairs, leaving Kurt alone.

He lied, of course. The dream wasn't just nothing. In fact it was all about Blaine. A mixture of images, mainly Blaine screaming at Kurt about how much he hurt him. How much he suffered, hoping, believing that Kurt would realise that he needed him more than anything. That he did it all for him, lost everything and everyone he loved, for Kurt. A single tear falls down his cheek, the images of Blaine's broken eyes and bruises flashing through his mind.

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He bursts through the door, almost stumbling into an irritated Claire. She glares at him for a good two minutes as Blaine stands there, a confused and terrified look on his face. She grabs his ear, pulling him into an examination room, him whimpering as he's dragged. The moment she closes the door, he pulls free, rubbing his ear frantically.

"What the hell was that for?!" He whines, the burning in his ear beginning to subside.
"Because I've been wanting to do that ever since you put chocolate mousse in my hair."
"I was 8 years old!" She just smiles in response, patting the examination table, instructing him to get on it.

He grumbles as he climbs onto the top of it, glaring at Claire once she begins the exam.

"Shirt off." She instructs, waiting patiently for him to obey.
"Really? I don't even get dinner first?" Claire purses her lips, Blaine smiling.
"You could take your shirt off or I could hit you 'til you do?" His eyes widen, and he pulls the shirt over his head quickly.

She makes him lay down as she gently pokes and prods his deeply bruised side, every touch making him wince or yelp. He hears the door open, but when he tries to sit up, Claire pushes him down, continuing her prodding.

"Okay. You can get up now." Claire says, removing her hands from his chest.

He slowly sits up, his back protesting. He realises the person who entered the room is none other than his mother, her smiling face warming his heart.

"Hey…" She murmurs quietly.
"Hi…again." He lunges off the table and into her arms, burying his nose into her shoulder.
"Whoa. It's only been a week since you saw me, what's with the clingyness?"
"What? I can't miss you?" He says, pulling away to look at her. She smiles and kisses his forehead before they both pull away smiling.

"He has been a bit weird this week," Claire remarks, looking to the both of them. "I think he's been having trouble with Kurt." She whispers to Blaine's mother.
"Claire, I'm not deaf you know." Blaine mumbles.
"Claire. I told you, he's sensitive when it comes to Kurt!" His mother whispers back.
"Well if it wasn't for Richard, Katherine, he wouldn't be sensitive about Kurt!" Claire replies harshly.
"Can we just not talk about my life?!" Blaine whines, looking horrified at the both of them.
"Sorry, sweetheart," his mother says affectionately.

He frowns as he sits on the table again, waiting for Claire to continue whatever the hell she was doing.

"Anyway, have you been taking your painkillers?" Claire asks kindly.
Blaine mutters incoherently, Claire merely glaring at him until he speaks clearly.
"No.." Claire sighs, smacking his head lightly.
"I could kill you, you know. Why haven't you?"
"Because…they make me sleepy. And my ribs don't hurt to much…" He explains hoping his excuse is valid.
Claire just smiles, before promptly jabbing him in his side, causing him to yelp and wince, before glaring at her harshly.

"Yeah, those ribs are fine." Claire states sarcastically. "Take your pills, ok? And call your God damn mother would you! You're worrying her sick!" Blaine cowers under her gaze, nodding pathetically.

Katherine laughs and smiles before silently turning and heading for the door, happy knowing at least someone is looking after her beloved son.

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The cold air raises the hair on the back of Kurt's neck as he scurries over to his father. The moment they enter the hospital, the blood returns to his cheeks as he numbly follows Burt into a waiting room. He hardly notices his father chatting away, nor them both being taken to a room where Kurt has to wait outside. His head is full of anything and everything Blaine's ever said to him. All the moments that were filled with love, or hatred, or hope, or friendship, heartbreak, fear, content, everything that hurt and everything that was unbelievably amazing. All of it running through his head. He's pulled from his thoughts when he notices someone he vaguely remembers, he looks up and catches the figure, her long black hair sweeping behind her as she enters a room. There's someone else in the room that he can't quite see. He ignores it and allows his mind to wander back into his memories, but is still vaguely aware of the people passing him.

The door re-opens a few minutes later, Kurt's eyes instantly moving to it, seeing the woman properly this time, and the person occupying the room. There's a young man sitting on a table, a pout on his face, a face Kurt knows well. His eyes fall down to the pouters chest, deep purple bruises cover most of his skin, his arm is slightly red, small inflamed cuts running up it. Kurt stares at the damaged boy, his heart pounding violently as tears swell behind his stormy eyes. His mind is screeching at him to get up and run to him, hold him, but he can't move. He barely registers the black haired woman shaking him and speaking.

"Kurt!" The woman half yells.
"Huh?" He answers, the woman's identity finally registering.
"It's good to see you," she proclaims, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"You too, Katy." Kurt replies numbly.
"Blaine told me about you two breaking up…."
"Katherine, I know everything," Kurt interjects.
"I know what your husband did, how he beat him…And I'm sorry I didn't believe him before, I have to go." He abruptly stands up, and walks as fast as he can through the halls.

He doesn't dare look back incase he see's the broken hearted boy he loved, or the disappointed look that his mother is surely giving Kurt. He walks until he's outside, the heavy rain doesn't even stop him, he keeps moving, trying to put his mind at ease, but failing miserably. He makes it to his father's car, tears that went unnoticed now cascading down his cheeks. He leans on the hood of the car, his palms flat on the cold metal. His breath is shallow, his mind spinning. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to slow his heart and breathing. A heavy hand falls onto his shoulder making him jump. He spins around to find his father looking at him with care. Droplets of rain fall from Kurt's hair and into his eyes, blurring his vision even more.

"Hey! What happened? I walked out of that room and you were gone!" Burt says, brushing some strands of hair out of Kurt's eyes.
"I just….I wasn't feeling well….I needed some air…" He mumbles, dropping his gaze.
"Okay, let's get you home.." Burt says, gently guiding Kurt to the passenger side of the car.

Kurt slowly sits in the seat, numb, his eyes hardly moving or blinking, the only thought occupying his mind being, Blaine needs him.

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Blaine's barely listening to Claire, his mind so tired and desperate for food and a bed.

"Hey! Listen to me. Your arm might be infected, you need to put some of this ointment on twice a day, or it could get a lot worse. Okay?" Claire instructs, her gaze hard and stern.
Blaine nods slowly, his eyes planted on the floor.
"Oi!" She hits his arm lightly, a harsh pinch accompanying it.

"I will! No need to use violence…" He whimpers.
"It seems that's the only thing that'll make you listen," Claire states, "take your meds, okay? You can put your shirt back on, and once your mother is done chatting with you, you can go home."
"What home?" Blaine breathes, his gaze never leaving the floor.

"Okay, so I shouldn't have used that word." She mumbles, sitting beside him as she puts her arm around his bare shoulders.
"I promise, soon you'll get a place to call home. You just have to listen to Santana more, she really does care about you."
"It doesn't change the fact she's extremely irritating." He states.
"Says the boy who slept with her last night…" Blaine sighs, obviously having had enough of Claire for one day.

"Who did he sleep with?" Katy says, re-entering the room with a backpack.
"No one, Mom!" Blaine says quickly, his eyes widening.

She turns to Claire with a questioning look, which receives a small shake of the head from Claire. Katy merely smiles and walks over to Blain as he tries to pull his shirt back over his head. She nods to Claire, who leaves the room immediately. She turns her head to look at Blaine. He smiles shyly, still not used to having these conversations with her.

"Has this past week been any better?" Katy asks tentatively.
Blaine shrugs and drops his gaze to the floor. He looks just as he did when he was 8, upset no one would play with him.

"I've got a good feeling about this week-"
"That's what you said last week.." Blaine mumbles, his eyes still on the floor.

Katy sighs lightly, he's barely changed when it comes to talking with her, still a little boy in her eyes.
"Well…" She breathes, trying to think of something to reassure him. "Just trust me. This week will make everything better." She says smiling at him as he raises his eyes from the floor and smiles slightly.

Stepping closer, she kisses his forehead as she wipes some fallen tears from his cheeks. He stands up and hugs her tightly, burying his nose into her neck, trying to keep his heart steady. They pull apart, both of them a bit teary.

"Here," Katy says, placing the backpack into Blaine's hands. "I've put some clean clothes in there, and Claire's going to come by Sunday and pick up anything you want cleaned, and your money for the week is in an envelope in the bag."

"Mom, you don't need to do my laundry. There's a laundry at my hotel-"
"And I've put some food in there too-" She interjects.
"Mom! It's okay. I'll be fine." Blaine says rubbing her shoulders, a smile on his face.

She returns the smile and hugs him tightly one last time, before Claire returns with more of Blaine's medicine.
"Remember, put this ointment on your arm every morning and night, and take your pills!" Claire instructs, another hard glare directed at Blaine.

He nods, a sad look still stuck on his face.
"Now come here." She says, holding her arms out to him. He smiles shyly before hugging her tightly.
He's surprised how much he really does care for Claire, let alone how much she cares for him.

"Now get lost," she quips, a smile on her face, which receives a slightly irritated look from Blaine.

He kisses his mother on her cheek before chucking on his jacket and leaving the examination room. He makes his way to the exit, dreading the loss of warmth that accompanies the step through those glass doors. Yet still even as he prepares himself for it, the blizzard like wind ploughs through his layers and chills his bones. His entire body aches and craves the comfort of the pillows and mattress back at his hotel room. He hops into his car, the handle wet from the heavy rainfall that has finally begun to lighten. He pulls the door close and tries to re-gain some feeling in his limbs. He sighs heavily trying to keep his mind from falling onto his mother, or Kurt, or his beloved sister, or Santana, practically anyone and everyone he holds dear to his heart. He bites his lip hard, breaking the skin, an overwhelming wave of tears threatening to fall. He's really getting tired of constantly being on the verge of tears. He breathes in deeply, focusing his mind on driving himself to his hotel.

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"Okay. What's going on with you?" Kurt turns to face his father as they both walk into their house.
He looks to Burt, confusion in his eyes.

"Don't give me that look, you know exactly what I'm talking about. What was that back at the hospital?" Burt asks, folding his arms as he looks to Kurt questioningly.

"I told you," Kurt sighs. "I felt sick and needed some air. I thought it was better I barfed outside so the rain could wash it away rather than some poor porter." His response only receives an irritated look from Burt.
"Dad, I just felt sick, okay? There's nothing going on." Kurt says, hoping to reassure his father.
"You're sure?"
Kurt nods.
"Fine. You staying in tonight? Or do you have something planned?" Burt asks, Kurt breathing a sigh of relief, only to have his heart pound faster as the question dawns on him.

The entire ride home he'd been thinking about Blaine, his bruises seeming as if they'd been burned into his mind. Even with his head being so scrambled, he somehow made a decision about what the hell he's going to do about Blaine.

"Yeah. I'm going over to Santana's again. She's asked me over for some reason." Kurt lies, looking to his father.
Burt nods, luckily not questioning Kurt's answer.
"Okay, just tell me when you're leaving and if you're coming home."
"I'll text you, I promise. And…" Kurt pauses for amount, changing his mind once again. "I'm going to go over to her place now, if that's okay?" He finishes, grabbing his bag making for the door.

"What about dinner?" Burt calls after him.
"I'll have something on the way." Kurt dismisses, pulling the door open and stepping back out into the rain.

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Blaine drops his coat onto the mounds of bags by the door, gingerly slipping his wet shoes off of his feet. He steps forward, banging his foot against the small table by the door. He yelps in pain, switching the light on as he mutters profanities. He throws the door closed and sends the backpack hurling onto the bed as he makes his way over to it. He pulls his shirt over his head, the cold air hitting his exposed skin. Falling backwards onto the soft sheets, his body finally relaxes. He breathes a sigh of relief as the aches in his body begin to soothe. His eyes slowly fall close as he bring his legs up onto the bed. He's about to fall asleep, but he's disturbed. A loud buzzing fills his ears as his phone vibrates against his leg. He groans loudly, begging the fates it's not Claire, either he's heard by them, or Claire hasn't finished her shift yet, because it isn't her.

He answers, his ears filled with, for once, a caring voice.

"Hey Blaine! How was your appointment?" Santana says, cheerful.
"It was…okay. A little emotional and annoying, the annoying mainly being Claire's fault." Blaine states, an actual true smile gracing his lips.
"Good. I was wondering if you wanted me to come over again tonight? I actually had a lot of fun last night, well more so today, since we were, pretty much, sobbing the entire time last night, but still fun! And surprisingly, I even had clothes on."

Blaine laughs and his smile grows as he thinks back to last night and this morning.
"Me too! But it's okay. Tonight I'm just going to sleep all night, I'm exhausted." Blaine replies, his eyes already beginning to droop.
"Okay. Well I'm up 'til late so call me if you want to. Talk with you tomorrow. See you!" Santana says, happily.
"See ya!" Blaine responds with equal enthusiasm, hanging up.

He tosses his phone onto the bed, looking to the ceiling, his heart still heavy. The room is quiet, Blaine hates silence. It makes him feel so alone, like the only breath in the world is his, the only heart beating is his. Silence means loneliness to Blaine, and loneliness is that last thing Blaine needs.

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He honestly doesn't know what he's doing here, well, that's a lie, he just doesn't know what he's going to do. He's Kurt Hummel, he always knows what he's doing, always knows what to say to Blaine, at least he thought he did, or he used to. He's been biting his lip for a good 10 minutes now, but his mind is to preoccupied to even notice the blood that's appeared. He breathes out heavily, trying to get his limbs to move him out of this car and toward the hotel room door he's been staring at for 20 minutes.

He opens his door and hops out, the rain still falling lightly onto him. He strides over to the hotel room, hoping his sudden determination doesn't fade away. It's not long until he's standing outside the door, mere inches from the wood. His heart is pounding in his ears as he raises his fist.

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He's barely listening to the T.V he's just happy it's not quiet anymore. He runs his hand through his hair, missing the flat surface that used to meet his fingers. It's now replaced with wild curls, that he's always despised, yet Kurt instead was 'adorable'. He's pulled out of his memory and wonderings by a small knock on his door. He slowly sits up, staring at the wood in confusion. The knock repeats, louder this time and slightly more impatient. Blaine stands cautiously looking to the door, treating it as something dangerous. He shakes himself, telling himself to get a grip, and pulls the door open, the sight he's met with stops his heart.

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He can't believe he's looking at him, let alone that Blaine hasn't slammed the door in his face. He opens and closes his mouth, numerous times, but nothing is coming out. He doesn't even notice Blaine is speaking until, he's almost shouting.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Blaine half yells, his voice breaking.
"I…I…..needed to see you.." Kurt stutters.
"Why?! To tell me…to tell me.. I'm a pathetic asshole for trying to get y-y-you back?!" Blaine whimpers, his eyes already unbelievably red.
"No! Blaine…I'm sorry. I…. I did actually turn up at the auditorium. And….I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"So now you care! After I-I've suffered for weeks, crying myself to sleep every night. Bruised and battered, knowing m-my Dad hate my guts, hates who I am, has practically disowned me! I've been feeling so horrible and w-w-worthless for weeks, when all I wanted was the boy I loved to hold me, to be there. And…. you couldn't even look at me, let alone listen to me. So why the hell do you now?!" Blaine's lip is wobbling, tears are streaming down his cheeks, and Kurt has never felt more guilty, knowing he did this to him.

"Because… I was scared. You broke up with me, and I thought it was real. But… Blaine… please. I love you!" Both of them now have tears cascading down their cheeks.
"I can't sleep knowing that someone hurt you like this… that… I hurt you like this, please Blaine. I love you with all of my heart. Just let me come in.."

They're both staring hard into each others eyes. Blaine is so angry, but so happy to see Kurt, but Kurt left him on his own, he didn't even give him a second chance. None the less, Blaine steps aside and allows Kurt to pass. He almost slams the door once Kurt is out of the way, and stares at Kurt.

"Blaine…why…. why didn't you just….. I don't understand what happened to you… to us…." Kurt breathes, looking to Blaine for some kind of explanation.
The fire that's burning in Blaine's chest is slowly dying, instead being replaced with the weight of his heavy heart.
"My Dad said I had to choose between you or him, and at first…" his heart pounds even faster, somehow. " I chose him, but the moment I broke up with you….. I couldn't bare to lose you. So, he beat me. Threw me down the stairs, all because I fell in love with a boy!" It all falls out, all because he's still desperately wanting Kurt to forgive him. The pain is so raw, Blaine can hardly contain his sobs.

It was so much easier to talk to Santana, probably because it wasn't about her, but in truth, it was because no one opened Blaine up more than Kurt did. His vision blurs as his tears fill his eyes. He feels strong arms around him, pulling him down onto the bed. He buries his face into Kurt's shirt, his sobs wrenching from his chest. He balls his fist into Kurt's shirt, desperately clinging to him. Kurt presses his wet cheek against Blaine's curls, gently kissing his forehead as he rubs his back soothingly.

"No one else is going to hurt you. I promise." Kurt chokes out, burying his nose into Blaine's hair.

They lay like that for hours in silence, the only noise in the room being their quiet sniffles. By the end of the 2nd or maybe the 3rd hour, they both are lying in complete silence, Kurt still rubbing Blaine's back, and Blaine still desperately clutching Kurt's shirt. Blaine gently turns his head up, looking to Kurt. His eyes are closed, he couldn't look more beautiful in Blaine's eyes. Blaine's own eyes gently fall as he listens to the slow steady beat of Kurt's heart. A small smile creeps onto his face, memories flooding his mind.

The days he woke up warm and safe in Kurt's arms, with a loving kiss greeting him before he had even spoken. The nights where he fell asleep to the gentle beating of Kurt's heart, just as he is now. A light kiss grazes his forehead, stirring him out of his loving memories. He opens his eyes to find Kurt gazing back at him, his beautiful ocean like eyes full of love.

"Hey…." Blaine mumbles.
Kurt chuckles lightly, his eyes bright.
"Hi…." He responds.
"Will you…. could you…" Blaine stammers, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Please….. stay with me tonight." He breathes.

Kurt's eyes begin to swell with new tears, his heart constricting at the fear in Blaine's eyes. The old Blaine was never scared of asking him something, his Blaine, the Blaine who wasn't broken.

"Of course I'll stay. I'm never going to leave you, okay." He replies, wiping a fallen tear from Blaine's cheek.
"I promise you, Blaine. I will never leave you again. I'll make sure you never have to be alone again." He gently kisses Blaine's forehead once again, his grip around Blaine tightening.

Blaine buries his head into Kurt's chest, breathing in his scent. A smell he has dreamed of for weeks, finally a reality once again. A strong steady heart beat pounds in his ear, a heart that is finally his once again, as his own is back where it belongs. This morning, Blaine woke up missing the boy he loved and lost, believing he was hated by him. And tonight he falls asleep wrapped tightly in the arms of the same boy, with his gentle heart beat lulling him to sleep, and he's never felt more complete.