If your sky is falling,
Just take my hand and hold it,
You don't have to be alone,
I won't let you go.

And if you feel the fading of the light,
And you're too weak to carry on the fight,
And all your friends that you count on have disappeared,
I'll be here, not gone, forever, holding on.

Chapter 22:

They boarded their flight a few hours later after Finn had called his mom to find out what was happening. Burt was still unconscious. It seemed that it was a repeat of his first heart attack. Kurt hadn't said much. Blaine had packed him a bag while Finn and Rachel booked flights and then they had gone straight to the airport. Santana stayed home and said she might follow in a couple of days. Blaine knew she wanted to see Brittany, but she looked genuinely concerned for Kurt.

Blaine slid into the seat next to Kurt and they fastened their seatbelts. Kurt took his hand and then stared out the window. He hadn't done any more crying, but Blaine could see him falling apart and he didn't know how to comfort him. He supposed being near Burt would make him feel better, somewhat.

When they were in the air, Blaine turned and looked at Kurt. He watched as he blinked slowly, eyes trained on the clouds outside. He looked fragile and young and Blaine just wanted to make all the hurt go away.

"Hey," Blaine said after a while.

Kurt turned to look at him, eyes wide. He still looked dazed. Blaine didn't really know what to say, so he just reached out and Kurt leaned into him. He rested his head against Blaine's chest and Blaine wrapped an arm around him, not caring that a couple of people were watching them with wide eyes. Blaine pressed a kiss to the top of Kurt's head.

"We'll be there soon, baby," Blaine whispered. "We'll get through this."

"We?" Kurt whispered. It was the first word he'd said in a while.

"Of course," Blaine assured him. "It's both of us or neither, right?"

"Guess so," Kurt answered.

"No guess so about it," Blaine urged. "I'm here for you, for whatever you need."

"I love you," Kurt told him, sighing and relaxing a little in Blaine's grip.

"I love you, too," Blaine replied. "Your dad will pull through this. You'll see."

"You think?"

"I really do," Blaine told him. "He did it before, didn't he?"

Kurt nodded.

"Well then," Blaine said. "He can do it again."

Kurt nodded again and took Blaine's hand in both of his. They were silent for the remainder of the flight.

"Mom," Finn said when they reached the right floor of the hospital.

Kurt still felt like he was dreaming. He knew it was real, but he wanted so desperately for it not to be. The familiar hospital smell was almost too much for him and he had to fight back the urge to vomit again. Rachel had gone home to her dads' house. Blaine held Kurt's hand as they walked towards Carole, who looked disheveled and tired. She stood up when she saw them. Finn embraced her and when they broke apart, Carole's eyes landed on Kurt.

"Oh, Kurt," she said, quietly and reached out to hug him.

Kurt hugged her back, but he was so afraid that if he let her hold him for a second longer that he would break into unstoppable tears. He pulled back and sobbed quietly.

"Did they say anything?" he asked her.

Carole shook her head. "There's no change."

"Can we see him?" he asked.

"They're checking on him right now, but I'm sure once they're done.."

Kurt nodded and allowed Blaine to pull him into a seat.

"I'm so afraid," he whispered, letting Blaine hold him.

"I know, baby," Blaine said in response. "I know."

Kurt felt lost and tired and empty, but Blaine made him feel a little better. His arms around him and the lull of his even voice made him feel like he could get through it.

They waited for a long time and finally, the doctor came out of the room. They all stood up. The doctor started to speak, but Kurt couldn't really follow. He watched Carole's reactions, knowing she knew a lot more than him. Her manner didn't change much, which was comforting. That meant things hadn't worsened.

"Family only," a nurse said, once the doctor had left. Her eyes were on Blaine as she spoke.

Kurt looked at Blaine, then back to the nurse.

"He can't come in with me?" Kurt asked, quietly.

The nurse eyed he and Blaine. "Is he family?"

"He's as good as," Kurt informed him.

"I'm sorry—"

"Nurse," Carole said. "Burt thinks a lot of Blaine. He considers him family."

"Yeah, Blaine's like another brother to me," Finn said, grinning a little.

The nurse simply shook her head.

"Guys, it's fine," Blaine said. "I'll wait right here."

"But I need you," Kurt told him, surprised at the need in his own voice.

Blaine smiled at him sadly and pulled him aside. "You don't need me," he said. "You want me, but you're more than capable of going in there by yourself. It's okay if you fall apart. No one expects you to keep it together right now, Kurt. I'll be right out here and I'll hold onto you for as long as you want me to the second you come back out. For now, just go in and see your dad, okay? You can do this."

Kurt nodded. "I just feel so lost.."

"I know you do," Blaine said, reaching up and touching Kurt's cheek gently. "Go on, go in there. I'll wait right here."

"Okay," Kurt said, then turned back to Carole, Finn and the nurse. "I'm ready."

"You go ahead and have a moment with your dad, Kurt," Carole said, wiping her eyes.

Kurt let Blaine's hand go and felt instantly alone. He opened the door and went inside and then closed it behind him. This all felt far too familiar. He remembered the last time he had come to see his dad in hospital, with all those wires and bleeping machines all over the room. It looked pretty much the same now, but this time, he had people to comfort him. Last time, he'd been all alone.

Kurt went and stood next to his dad, then dropped down into the seat by the bed. He took his father's hand and let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. He wanted to say so much, but it felt strange speaking when no one was listening. He remembered feeling the same before, but eventually he'd given in and talked non stop to his dad while he lay there unmoving.

"Dad," Kurt whispered. "I'm so sorry, dad. I'm so sorry I wasn't here for you."

"Carole," Blaine said, sitting down next to her. "When's the last time you slept? Ate?"

"Oh, I'm fine, honey," she said, smiling slightly. "I need to be here. For Burt and for Kurt."

"Carole," Blaine repeated. "You look like you could do with a long nap and something to eat."

Finn was watching them from across the hall. "Blaine's right, mom," he said. "I could take you home for a little while."

"I'd call you if anything happened," Blaine promised. "Kurt will want to stay for a while."

Carole shook her head. "I'll just go tidy myself up in the bathroom," she told them. "I'll be right back."

Blaine and Finn watched as she disappeared down the long, clean, pale blue corridor. Blaine looked up at Finn, then.

"I think you should try take her home," he told him.

Finn nodded. "I know, man," he said. "I'll try." He paused. "I know Burt's not my real dad, or anything, but he was real nice to me and he loves my mom. I hope he's okay, y'know?"

Blaine nodded. Burt had taken him in and showed him kindness when the rest of the world had turned its back on him. Blaine knew only too well.

"I know," he said. "I know."

Kurt came out of the room and Carole and Finn went in. Blaine was sitting in the same seat, eyes on Kurt. He didn't ask if Kurt was okay, which Kurt was grateful for. He wasn't okay and Blaine got that.

Blaine stood up then and came closer, then simply wrapped Kurt up in his arms and Kurt needed that, needed to be held, to stop himself from falling apart. He felt the tears flowing then, tears he had been holding back since before they had left for Ohio earlier that day. Blaine whispered over and over that he loved him and that he was strong and that he was there for him and Kurt's broken heart swelled and mended just a little bit, because he had Blaine and Blaine understood and even if he didn't, he pretended to and Kurt was so grateful for that.

They spent a few more hours there and Finn had finally convinced Carole to go home and get some rest. She had been far too exhausted to protest. It was dark when Blaine reached up and pushed Kurt's hair out of his eyes and said, "Baby, maybe you should get some sleep."

"I can't leave," Kurt said, shaking his head.

"Okay," Blaine said. "But you need to eat something. I can go—"

"Don't leave me," Kurt said, before he could think. "I can't.. I can;t be here by myself, Blaine."

"No, of course I won't leave you," he said, nodding. "I won't. But you need to eat, Kurt. I can call...someone. My mom! I could call my mom. She could drop some food off and we won't have to go anywhere."

Kurt exhaled. "I'm not sure I could keep food down, Blaine. Besides, you can;t use your phone here."

"Good point," Blaine muttered. "Well, at least come here and try get some sleep."

Blaine outstretched an arm and Kurt took his hand. Blaine pulled him down so that Kurt's head was in his lap. He stroked his hair gently.

"Try sleep, okay?"

"You'll wake me if anything..?"

"Of course," Blaine told him. "You just rest, okay? I'll try think of a way to get food into you."

"Blaine."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

Blaine laughed quietly. "You don't have to thank me for anything."

"Yes, I do," Kurt told him. "I have to thank you for everything."

Blaine kissed his forehead and started humming quietly and although Kurt tried to fight it, sleep took him.

Finn came back a half an hour after Kurt fell asleep. Blaine eased Kurt onto the chairs. He murmured a little, but settled back against the plastic.

"Finn," Blaine said, quietly. "Could you stay with him? I'll only be gone for a few minutes. He hasn't eaten a thing all day."

"Yeah, sure, man," Finn said, sitting down. "He looks so little."

Blaine followed Finn's line of sight. Kurt did look sort of small lying there, his legs curled under him. Blaine sighed, wishing he could do something to fix this mess, but it was beyond his control.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll be right back. If he wakes up, tell him I went to get him something to eat. Do you want me to pick you something up?"

"Sure, thanks, dude," Finn said. "Here, take my mom's car." He flung the keys at Blaine.

"Thanks." Blaine nodded and left the hospital.

He got into Carole's car and called his mom. They had stayed in touch over the past five months and although she wasn't all the way there, she was getting by and that was enough for Blaine, just to know that she was still trying.

"Hello?"

"Hey, mom," Blaine said.

"Blaine, honey," she said. "How are you?"

"Not great, actually."

He told her about Burt and Kurt and she listened attentively.

"Oh, poor Kurt," she said. She wasn't exactly best friends with Kurt, but she was trying.

"Yeah, so I'm in Lima for a little while," he said. "I don't even know why I called. I guess I just needed to tell someone."

The line was silent for a few moments.

"You can call any time, Blaine."

"Thanks, mom," he said. "I'm gonna have to go, I promised I wouldn't leave him for too long and we haven't eaten, so I'm getting food to take back. I'll call you soon, okay?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "Maybe we could meet before you go back to New York."

Blaine was momentarily stunned. "Yeah," he said. "I'd like that. Thanks, mom."

They said their goodbyes and Blaine drove to the nearest McDonald's, even though Kurt would probably refuse to eat it. He ordered and went straight back to the hospital. When he arrived back in the small waiting room, Kurt was still sleeping. Finn was sitting there looking down at the ground.

"Any news?" Blaine asked.

Finn shook his head. "No, none," he told Blaine.

"He didn't wake up?"

"No."

Blaine contemplated letting him sleep, but he needed to get some food into him. He handed Finn a bag and then sat down next to Kurt and stroked his hair back.

"Hey, baby," he said. "I need you to eat something."

Kurt stirred and muttered something incoherent. Blaine shook his very gently.

"Kurt," he said. "Wake up, pretty boy."

Kurt sat up and blinked, looking disorientated. Blaine reached out and touched his shoulder. Kurt's blue eyes went to Blaine's face.

"Hey," Blaine said, smiling. "I had Finn stay with you while I got food." He gestured to the bags on the small table. "You've got to eat, okay?"

Kurt shook his head. "I can't keep food down, Blaine."

"Come on, bro," Finn said, licking his fingers. "Eat something."

"I hate McDonald's," Kurt said.

"Got you a salad," Blaine said, taking it from the bag. "I sort of just got a few things. I wasn't sure what you'd feel up to eating, so.."

Kurt sighed and took the salad from Blaine. He started eating, slowly. Blaine sat back next to Kurt and felt a hand slipping into his own. He looked up and met Kurt's eyes, but he just continued eating. Blaine gave his boyfriend's hand a reassuring squeeze and started eating, too.

Two days passed and nothing changed. Burt remained unconscious and Kurt remained dazed and lost looking. Blaine tried is best to keep it together but it was so hard. He didn't know what to do, had no idea how he was supposed to stay strong when the love of his life was falling apart right in front of him. Kurt wasn't even that concerned with how he looked and that spoke volumes to Blaine, because fashion was a huge part of who Kurt was. It scared him and he needed to fix it, but that was impossible. Blaine sat with him in that small waiting room for hours every day and they didn't talk a lot, just small talk and Blaine spent a lot of time trying to get Kurt to eat and sleep.

"Blaine," Kurt said on the third day.

"Yeah?"

"I know I asked you to stay," he said, "but if this is all too much for you, I'd understand if you wanted to leave."

Blaine sighed and turned to face Kurt. His eyes were tired and he looked drawn. Blaine took his hands.

"Okay," he began, "listen to me. No matter what happens, I'm going to be right by your side, got it? I'm here for you, always. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Burt's been amazing to me, Kurt. I'm here for both of you and I'm not going anywhere. Wherever you go, I go. Clear?"

Kurt nodded and pulled Blaine closer.

"What amazing charitable deed did I commit in my previous life to deserve you?" he said, quietly. "I love you, Blaine Anderson."

Blaine smiled and held him closer. "I love you, too."

They stayed like that for a long time and then Kurt spoke again.

"The first time it happened, I was by myself," he said, in an almost whisper. "I was fifteen and I was so afraid that I would lose him. My mom was already gone and I didn't know how I was supposed to deal with losing my dad, too. And it was around that time that the bullying at my old school got really bad. I was so afraid and lost and I had no one to turn to. This time, I've got you and Finn and Carole and Rachel and Santana."

Santana had called a few times to check up on them.

"You, especially," Kurt went on. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," Blaine told him. "You're stuck with me."

"Forever?" Kurt asked, the corners of his lips tilting very slightly upwards.

"Forever," Blaine promised, solemnly.

Kurt woke to a loud beeping sound. He opened his eyes and saw a blur of white and when they came into focus, he saw that the blur was in fact doctors and nurses rushing into the room Burt was in. Carole and Finn were standing by the door looking shaken. Kurt tried to stand up, but his legs failed him. A small whimper escaped his lips and then a weight came down on his shoulder. Kurt turned and saw Blaine there, watching him with steady, worried eyes.

"What happened?" Kurt whispered, heart racing. There was shouting coming from the room now. He managed to stand up, legs wobbling a little.

"Not sure," Blaine told him. "Carole was in there and something happened and then this.." Blaine gestured at the people coming and going from the room.

Carole had dropped down into a seat and was crying now and Kurt's heart beat seemed to speed up.

"Come here," Blaine said, pulling him to him. "You're shaking."

Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him back to a seated position. Blaine sat back next to him and placed one arm around is shoulder and held him close. Kurt was breathing a little heavily and he wished someone would come out and tell them what was going on. The bleeping was driving him insane and he felt like tearing his hair out.

They waited for a long time and when the loud beeping stopped, people began to immerge from the room. They all stood up and a doctor stopped and looked at them.

"He gave us a little scare," he said, looking from Kurt and Blaine to Carole and Finn, "but he's stable again."

Kurt let out a small sigh, because he had been expecting the worst.

"Can we see him?" Carole asked.

"Yes, but not all at once," the doctor told them, before nodding and turning away.

Carole turned to Kurt.

"Kurt, hon, do you want to go in and see him first?"

Kurt nodded, slowly. He looked back at Blaine. A moment of silence passed between them.

"You want me with you?" Blaine asked.

Kurt swallowed. "No," he said. "No, I'm okay. You wanted to go get some food, right? You should go now. If you want. I mean, you can come in if you want. But I'll be okay."

"Kurt," Blaine said, touching Kurt's arm gently. "Go on in. I'll go get something for us to eat and I'll come right back, okay? Go ahead."

Kurt nodded and Blaine leaned in and kissed his lips once. Kurt turned away and went into the room. He shut the door behind him and walked slowly to the bed. His dad didn't look any different. Kurt let out a shaky breath and sat down. He took his dad's hand in both of his and shut his eyes.

It was strange. The past few days Kurt had been simply living, taking every day as it came, moving around in a sort of daze. Now, he could see more clearly. He might lose his dad and Kurt just didn't know how to cope with that. He didn't know how he would go on knowing he might never again see or speak to his father. It was all too much to comprehend.

He thought of Carole. Carole had only left the hospital a handful of times, because she needed to sleep and she had to make sure someone covered her shifts, but other than that she hadn't left Burt's side. Kurt hadn't ever really gotten the chance to get to know Carole properly, but it was so clear to him that she loved his father, loved him the way that Kurt loved Blaine. And how would Carole ever deal with losing someone she loved that much?

And then there was Blaine, with his warm smiles and his reassuring gestures and his comforting arms and his love for Kurt, that kept him afloat. Kurt loved Blaine for that, for everything. He'd been there for him, hadn't left his side for more than a half an hour and even then he was only ever thinking of Kurt's well being. Kurt loved Blaine more than words could describe. How on earth could one lose someone they loved so dearly? How did one cope with such a thing?

Kurt felt sick, like there was a heavy weight on his chest and he wanted everything to be over, to go back to normal. Except it never would, because he was feeling things now that he hadn't ever felt before. He wished he wasn't, but he couldn't help it. His mind and his body were screaming at him and his heart was beating loudly and he felt all to fragile to go on.

Kurt sat there for a long time thinking about that; About Carole and Blaine and love and loss and before he knew what was happening he was fighting for breath and tears were trickling down his cheeks and a loud cry escaped from is lips. The door flew open and three sets of hands were on him and whispers and words of encouragement and reassurance and so much love filled the air and he just couldn't handle it any more.

Kurt collapsed into familiar arms and the world went dark and quiet.

Blaine took Kurt down to his old bedroom and helped him change out of his jeans. He placed him in the bed and Kurt didn't protest. He was far too broken for that at this stage. he was sobbing very quietly and he was paler than ever and Blaine didn't want to let him go for fear of him hitting the ground.

Blaine climbed up onto the bed next to him and lay down outside the covers. He turned on his side to face his boyfriend and pushed his hair out of his watery sea-coloured eyes. Hi cheeks were flushed and a striking contrast to his wan skin. Kurt was shaking a little bit and his eyes were sad and his mouth was down turned and he seemed to be silently pleading with Blaine, but Blaine wasn't sure what he wanted.

Kurt hadn't spoken a word since they had left the hospital, after Carole and a nurse had instructed that he go right home and get some rest. He had worn himself out and the minor scare Burt had given them had apparently shaken Kurt all the way to his core and Blaine understood that. While he had never had a good relationship with his own father, he knew exactly what it meant to lose someone you loved. Blaine couldn't imagine losing someone to death, however and he never wanted to experience that. He didn't want Kurt to have to experience that either. All he wanted was for Kurt to be happy again. He would give anything to see him smile.

Blaine took Kurt's shaking hands and kissed his knuckles.

"I love you, baby," he told Kurt, because he thought he might need to hear that, to know he was right there for him and going nowhere. "If you need anything, you just say so and I'll be right here to get it for you. Anything at all."

Kurt's cries only got louder and more frantic and Blaine had to take him in his arms and hold him together. He had never seen Kurt like this before, he'd never really seen anyone like this before. He had no idea what to do, but he was trying and he hoped it was helping. Kurt had only ever been strong and Blaine wasn't used to seeing him broken and afraid. As he watched him breaking in front of him, his heart ached in his chest. He wished he could protect him from all the hurt, wished he could make it all better again.

Blaine held him there, his arms tight around his small body and Kurt's cries slowed and converted into small sniffles and Blaine just kissed the top of his head and whispered that he loved him over and over. Kurt seemed a little different, a little more distant. Blaine thought he was imagining it at first, but no, Kurt was definitely a little more closed off since he'd had that little panic wanted Kurt to talk to him, to tell him what was on his mind, but he didn't. Blaine wouldn't push him, he knew he was handling it as best as he could and that this was how he was dealing with it; by himself.

They stayed like that for a long time, eyes closed, bodies close, breathing slow and uneven and then Kurt's hand was unzipping Blaine's jeans. Blaine opened his eyes and looked at his boyfriend. Kurt's eyes were wide and red-rimmed and trained on Blaine's. They were a little darker now and a lot more intense and Blaine couldn't break eye contact. Kurt's hand slid inside the waistband of Blaine's briefs and wrapped his fingers around his soft cock. Blaine swallowed hard.

They hadn't been intimate at all since they'd heard news of Burt's illness and Blaine wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but the look in Kurt's eyes wouldn't allow him to say no. Maybe this was what Kurt needed, to feel close to someone in this way. Maybe it would help him and God, Blaine would do anything to help him.

Kurt was leaning up then and pushing Blaine back into the pillows and pressed their mouths together, gently.

"Kurt, are you sur—"

Blaine was silenced by a second kiss, a deeper one now, their tongues crashing and teeth clacking and Kurt was murmuring against Blaine's mouth. Kurt, it seemed, was more than sure of what he wanted—what he needed. He was stroking Blaine's half-hard cock a little more fervently now and Blaine was moaning quietly into his mouth and then Kurt let go and pulled back and Blaine thought he might have realised that now wasn't the time for this, but instead, Kurt had only leaned back to pull his shirt over his head. He flung it across the room and Blaine watched him open mouthed, because Kurt would never throw an item of his clothing anywhere, ever. Maybe Kurt really did need this, something to take his mind elsewhere.

Blaine watched as his boyfriend stripped himself naked and then went to work on Blaine's clothes. He helped him undress and then Kurt dropped down on top of him and kissed him passionately. They kissed and ground their erections together without a word for a long time and then Kurt leaned back and climbed off of Blaine. He lay back on the bed and pulled Blaine down so that his ear was close to Kurt's mouth and only then did Kurt speak.

It came out in a small, raspy whisper.

"Use me."

His words went straight to Blaine's cock and he was unsure of what to do. On the one hand, Kurt was really, really hot and he seemed to really want this, but on the other hand, he definitely wasn't in his right mind and God, Blaine would never, ever use him, not in a million years.

"Kurt, I can't just.." Blaine trailed off and watched as his boyfriend pulled a bottle of lube from the sidetable and spread his legs.

Blaine sat back on his knees and watched with wide eyes as Kurt fingered himself open and Blaine just wasn't sure he could say no any more. Kurt's glistening eyes were locked on Blaine's, almost as if he was beckoning him, urging him to come closer and take over. Blaine just exhaled slowly and reached out for the bottle. Kurt handed it to him and raised his hips. Blaine slid in closer and spread the lube on his fingers, warmed it, then reached down to rub across Kurt's hole. Kurt only whimpered quietly.

Blaine rubbed over and over, shutting his eyes every so often, because the sight was driving him crazy. He eventually pressed the tip of his finger inside and ribbed past the first ring of muscle and Kurt was hot and tight and making needy little sounds and Blaine needed to be inside him and fast. He had three fingers moving freely in and out soon and tore his eyes away from them to look at Kurt's face.

His eyes were red and puffy and hot, wet tears were slipping out of them, track marks on his cheeks. Blaine slipped his fingers out quickly and moved to take Kurt in an embrace, but Kurt reached out and caught him by the wrist. His bright eyes were on Blaine's and they were more intense now, even than they had been moments earlier. He locked his gaze there and opened his red, swelled mouth and whispered one word.

"Please."

Blaine didn't move. He watched Kurt's chest rising and falling quickly and he just wanted to hold him, despite the almost painful erection he was now sporting. Instead of doing that however, he moved back and slid all three fingers back into Kurt's wet heat, slowly and Kurt became visibly more relaxed. After a little more stretching, Blaine removed his fingers again. He opened the bottle and coated his erection, wincing slightly at the sensation of the cold liquid kissing his hot skin. Then, he moved up and lined himself up with Kurt's stretched hole. He eased himself inside, very slowly, so as not to hurt him, all the time aware that his boyfriend was crying quietly as he went. When he had bottomed out, Blaine stilled and waited.

Their eyes remained locked together, only breaking contact for a split second at a time, in order to blink. Kurt's face was tear stained and flushed and tears continued to spill from his eyes, slowly and more than once, Blaine considered putting an end to this, but Kurt's eyes seemed adamant. They willed him to keep going, almost begged him not to stop, to just take him, love him...use him.

Blaine swallowed at the idea. This wasn't who they were. Neither of them were submissive. They were equals, that was how they functioned and they'd joked about it once or twice, but Blaine had never imagined them actually doing that, never imagined them taking roles. Blaine wasn't going to use him, not ever. Blaine was simply going to give him the love he needed and obviously, so desperately craved. Blaine was going to make love to him.

Kurt nodded a few moments later and Blaine began to rock himself slowly in and out and Kurt was keening and crying and gripping Blaine's arms. Blaine dropped down to hold Kurt as he moved his hips slowly, hitting Kurt's prostate every time he pressed back in and Kurt would gasp at each hit. Blaine held him and they breathed together and Kurt reached down and gripped Blaine's hips and tried to make him move faster. Blaine didn't want it to be too much, he wanted it to be slow and sweet and comforting, but Kurt wouldn't allow it. He made small pleading sounds and Blaine wanted to say no, but how could he? How could he refuse the want in those eyes?

He moved a little faster and Kurt urged him silently to speed up his thrusts and he did and eventually he was slamming into him hard and fast and Kurt was practically screaming and Blaine tried several times to slow down, but Kurt just squeezed his bicep and made a loud sound and Blaine just went right back into it, fucking in hard and maybe a tad too fast, but it seemed to be what Kurt wanted.

"I love you so much," Blaine told him, needing him to know that this wasn't Blaine using Kurt, this was Blaine loving him and giving him what he wanted and he needed him to understand that. "I love you, Kurt. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Kurt just shut his eyes and threw his head back and let out a stuttering cry. Blaine covered his neck in kisses, trying to emphasise just how much he loved him and cherished him and Kurt reached down between them to stroke his own erection, which Blaine had apparently neglected. Blaine placed a hand around Kurt's and they stroked him together and it didn't take long until Kurt was coming, his hole clenching around Blaine, his cock shooting warm streaks of white all over their chests and arms. Blaine kissed his lips and Kurt gripped Blaine's hips, showing him that he didn't want him to slow down in the least. So Blaine kept going, kept slamming forward hard and almost violently, as he kissed away the warm tears escaping Kurt's blue, blue eyes. He came with a cry, one that began as an 'I love you' and ended in a high pitched wail.

He stopped moving after a while and Kurt held him there, not allowing him to move out of him. Blaine waited until he could breathe again, before raising his head. He looked Kurt in the eye and wondered what he wanted. Usually, Kurt wanted to clean up straight away. They were covered in sweat and come and salty tears and their bodies ached and were tired, but Kurt just held onto Blaine, not allowing him to move.

"What, baby?" Blaine whispered, eventually. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Kurt just continued to stare, tears still coming.

"Kurt?"

Blaine reached up and pressed the palm of his hand to Kurt's cheek.

"Baby?" he whispered.

Kurt just blinked, slowly, those long, beautiful lashes falling down into the hollows beneath his eyes.

"Kurt," Blaine said again. "Babe, you're worrying me."

Blaine tried to push himself up, but Kurt gasped.

"Please," he whispered. "Don't go. Don't leave me."

Blaine let out a sound, one that couldn't be put into words, then caught Kurt's tears with his thumb.

"I'm not going anywhere," he told him. "I'll never leave you. Not ever. Okay? I won't move. I'm right here."

Blaine turned them and he slipped out of Kurt, soft and sensitive, but Kurt whimpered at the loss. Blaine turned Kurt, so that he was spooning him, then raised Kurt's knee and slid back inside. Kurt inhaled quickly, obviously very sensitive and Blaine did, too, because he was definitely sensitive. He settled against him and kissed his shoulder.

"I'm right here," he said again.

Kurt nodded and closed his eyes and relaxed a little in the circle of Blaine's arms. Kurt didn't speak a word, just breathed a little shakily. Blaine held him tighter and kissed the back of his neck, muttering words and promises against his pale, hot skin.

"I'm not going anywhere. There isn't anywhere I would rather be, than right here with you. Got that? I love you so much, Kurt. I'd do anything for you. I love you. I love you so, so much."