Kurt looked up at Blaine with wide eyes. "Why?.."

"You seem like you're.. not doing as well.."

Kurt looked down. "B-But I'm trying..You said it's okay because I'm trying.." He whispered.

"It is. No, baby. I-I'm not saying.. I just.. I'm scared.."

"Why?.."

"Your hallucinations are getting worse. Claude comes out more.. I watch you take your medicine. I don't understand.."

Kurt bit his lip and reached up, grabbing at his hair. "Blaine said as long as I tried.."

"You are trying, Kurt.. I-I'm just trying.. trying to talk to you. See how you're feeling. If there's anything I can do. I can't lose you, Kurt.." Blaine said, his voice becoming more pleading.

"You won't...You won't..I just..I.. I can't.." Kurt panted.

"Can't what baby?"

"I cant go back.."

"Kurt, I'm not taking you back. I just wanted to see if you know why he's getting stronger again. I can't always be here. If I start missing work again, I'll lose my job. Then we'll lose the house. I-I can't do that to you.."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and drew his knees to his chest. "I don't care..A-as long as I'm with..Blaine I'm h-happy.."

Blaine reached for Kurt's hands. "I want to provide for you. I want to give you as much as I can. But if.. if I have to keep coming home, I can't do that."

Kurt kept his hands clenched to his hair, panting lightly.

"Kurt, please calm down. You're not leaving.." Blaine said softly. "I promise.."

Kurt whimpered. "Just shut up, he's not taking me back!" He yelled, his voice a harsh growl.

Blaine almost jumped back at Kurt's voice. He knew Claude was yelling something horrible to hurt his husband. "Don't listen to him Kurt. I won't take you back. I told you. I'm not losing you again."

Kurt was shaking fiercely, fighting against Claude, letting out grunts as his muscles tensed.

Blaine carefully leaned in and ran his hands up and down Kurt's arms. He had tears in his eyes as he tried to calmed his husband. "Please baby.. Come back. Listen to me.."

"H-his life would be so much better without you..Worthless little faggot!" Claude growled before Kurt curled in on himself, nearly sobbing as he gasped harshly.

Kurt tried to fight Claude. He couldn't let him out. But without his medicine, it was easier for him to come out. "You're lying! B-Blaine loves me!"

"I do..I do love you baby...Please.." Blaine whispered.

"He might love you, but that does not mean his life was not better before he came back to you..Hes going to lose his job because of you.."

Kurt gasped as fear went through him. that was the window Claude needed to escape.

"Kurt.. Kurt please, talk to me.." Blaine pleaded, shaking his husband lightly to get his attention.

Claude growled the back of his hand connecting with Blaine's face with a harsh slap.

Blaine fell back at the sudden surge of pain. "What the fuck?!"

" Je vais te tuer!" Claude yelled, standing and towering over Blaine. He looked menacing and Blaine felt fear shoot through him.
("I'll fucking kill you!")

The blood drained from his olive toned face. He brought his arms up to cover his face as he saw Claude coming closer. Claude pulled Blaine up, slamming him into the wall and punching him in the ribs. Blaine curled in on himself as he cried out. He knew it was Claude. But seeing Kurt's face and how angry he looked only made it worse. "Hit me! Stop being such a fucking pussy and hit me!!" Claude yelled, his voice a deep growl and his face an inch away from Blaine's. Blaine turned his head away from Claude. He reached out and tried to crawl away but the pain was too much. Claude kicked Blaine, making him fall to the ground. Claude growled before gasping and taking a few steps back, his hands in his hair. Blaine had tears streaming down his face as he looked on completely terrified. He didn't want Kurt to come back and see him like this. But he couldn't take anymore from Claude. Claude let out a deep growl before he panted harshly, stumbling a bit and collapsing on the floor. Blaine winced and gasped as he slowly sat up. "K-Kurt..?"

Kurt didn't move, seemingly unconscious. Very slowly, Blaine scooted closer. He hissed as each searing shock of pain ran through him. "Baby..?"

The older man still didn't move, his chest rising and falling evenly. Blaine lifted his arm carefully and ran his fingertips along his husband's cheek. "Please baby.. Wake up.."

Kurt gaped harshly, his eyes shooting open as he sat up quickly, panting.

"Kurt? I-Is it you..?"

Kurt looked to Blaine and nodded. "W-What happened?.."

"Nothing.." Blaine said quietly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from showing he was in pain.

"Blaine..Are you okay?.."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Blaine asked, looking away.

Kurt looked distressed. "D-Did I?.."

"No." Blaine said quickly. "Of course not."

"Blaine what happened?" Kurt demanded.

"I-I..umm," Blaine gasped as another wave of pain hit him. He had to think quick. "It happened on the way home.."

"How?.."

"Ran into the wrong people.."

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered shakily.

"What?"

"Who?.."

"I didn't know him." Blaine said quietly. He tried to stand but failed and groaned. "I'll be fine."

"We have to go to the hospital..." Kurt said, standing.

Blaine shook his head. "I can't drive.."

"I will then!" Kurt said desperately.

"Yeah. And risk Claude coming out and killing us? I don't think so." Blaine said, not meaning to sound as harsh as he had.

Kurt withdrew, looking down. "I...I just want to help..."

Blaine groaned. "I'm sorry. I just.. It just hurts and I don't want you to see."

"At lease let me help you to the bed.."Kurt pleaded.

"Okay.."

Kurt carefully picked Blaine up bridal-style and carried him to the bedroom.

Blaine tried not to flinch as Kurt touched him. He forced a weak smile as he curled up in bed. "Thank you.."

"I can't believe someone would do this.." Kurt whispered, kneeling on the floor and resting his head on Blaine's leg.

"I'll be fine, Kurt. If it gets too bad, I'll call someone from work and have them take me."

"You can't work like this.." Kurt said seriously, turning to look at him.

"I don't have a choice, Kurt." Blaine sighed. Kurt bit his lip, tears filling his eyes as he looked down. "What's wrong?"

"You're hurt..And you can't miss work..Because you've already missed too much because of m-me.."

"It's not your fault. It's my choice. I want you. And I'm going to work as hard as I can to make this work. No matter what condition I'm in." Blaine said seriously. Kurt just shook his head before standing and walking back to the living room and sitting on the floor. Blaine sighed as he tried to sit up. He had to hold his breath to try to ease some of the pain. He wanted to go console his husband but then again he didn't want to be too close. Blaine called out to Kurt. "Kurt.. Can you bring.. bring me my phone..?"

Kurt came in a few seconds later, holding the phone out to Blaine.

"Thank you.. I'm going to have Wes come pick me up." Blaine said, looking anywhere but into his husband's eyes. Kurt nodded, sensing something wrong with Blaine but saying nothing as he walked out. Blaine dialed the number and tried to relax.

"Hello?" Wes answered.

"Hey, it's Blaine. I need a favor.."

"What do you need?"

"A ride to the hospital.."

"What? Are you okay?" Wes asked quickly.

"I-I'm fine. I'll explain on the way." Blaine said.

"Okay..I'm coming now.." Wes said before hanging up.

Blaine slowly got out of bed and grabbed his wallet, making sure he had his insurance information and everything. He almost fell twice as he walked to the living room.
"Wes is coming. Will you be okay?"

"Where are you going?.." Kurt asked from his spot on the floor.

"Hospital. They'll give me something for the pain." Blaine said as calmly as he could. He felt like a rib or two had been broken but he didn't want to scare Kurt. Kurt nodded, looking down and pulling lightly at his hair.
"What is it, Kurt?"

"I just feel like this is my fault..."

"It isn't Kurt. Just wrong place at the wrong time.."

Kurt nodded, sniffing lightly.

"Will you be okay or do you want to go with us?"

"Can I please come? They're staring at me.." Kurt whimpered.

Blaine worried about bringing Kurt. But he was scared to leave him alone. "Come on."

Kurt quickly stood, walking over to Blaine. He helped him down the stairs and Wes was just pulling up as they walked out. They both got into the backseat. "Thank you, Wes," Blaine said weakly before telling the same story he told Kurt. Wes asked Blaine if he knew who he was and whay happened and Blaine was very vague once again. When they got there, Wes got Blaine a wheelchair and wheeled him into the emergency room. Kurt stood outside, staring at the doors with wide eyes. Blaine turned his head. "Its okay. It's not the same. It's for me, Kurt. Not you."

Kurt pulled the hood of his jacket up, looking around nervously as he walked in behind Blaine. Blaine got checked in before they went to sit in the waiting area. Kurt sat in the chair, his knees drawn up as his eyes darted around the room. Crowds made him very nervous as of late. All the new people no longer excited him. They terrified him. Blaine carefully reached a hand out. "I'm here baby."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand, letting him be his anchor as he tried to relax. He felt like everyone was staring at him as he whispered quietly to himself.

"It's okay, baby. I promise. They aren't here to take you."

Kurt tapped this fingers of his free hand against his knee, his mouth moving but no sound coming out before he closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't do this. He couldn't be here. But Blaine said they wwouldn't take him. All the voices in his ears were beginning to blur together, Claude's was especially low and menacing, breaking through the dull roar. A nurse came out and looked around. "Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine looked over at Kurt. "Will you be okay while I go in with Wes?..There's some books over there.."

Kurt nodded as he tried to focus on his husband. "P-Please hurry.."

"I'll try.." Blaine said, kissing his cheek. When Wes wheeled him off, he stopped a nurse. "Excuse me, ma'am..could you please keep an eye on my husband?.." He asked, gesturing to Kurt. "He has DID and a slight case of...schizophrenia..I just want to make sure he'll be okay."

"No problem. We'll watch him." She said sweetly and Blaine was off again.

They got to the examination room before the nurse took all of Blaine's vitals and left he and Wes alone to wait for the doctor.

"Blaine..What really happened?.." Wes asked.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"I know when you're lying, Blaine.."

Blaine bit his lip. "It was Kurt.."

"Blaine...If he did this to you..He could do worse.." Wes said seriously.

"Well, it wasn't him, exactly. It was Claude." Blaine explained. Wes was the only one he felt he could talk to about this. "Kurt doesn't know."

"Blaine..It doesn't matter..He still beat the shit out of you..What if he switches and it goes too far? You have to put him back in that hospital.."

"I can't do that to him." Blaine said, shaking his head.

"Then up his dosage, something. .What if it happens again?.." Wes asked.

"I don't know. He's taking his medicine but it doesn't seem like it's working."

"Are you sure he's taking it?.." Wes asked.

"I give it to him every day and watch him take it." Blaine said. He thought about all the times he had given them to Kurt. He always use the bathroom right after. What if he wasn't taking them?

"Well next time just ask him to lift his tongue or look inside his mouth or something.." Wes said. Blaine nodded. He hated the thought of making Kurt think he didn't trust him. But he had to know.

The doctor came in soon after, checking Blaine out and assuring him his ribs were only bruised.he prescribed a pain killer and sent he and Wes back out to the waiting room. Blaine looked to where Kurt had been sitting, only to find an empty chair. He panicked and went to the front desk as fast as he could. "Have you seen my husband? He was sitting over there.."

"He's right over there." She said, pointing to the area with the bookshelf. He was sitting on the floor with a little girl that look no older than five, reading to her.

Blaine sighed with relief. Wes helped him over to his husband.
"Hey baby.. We're done.."

Kurt looked up and nodded. "You have to go?.." The little girl asked, pouting a bit.

"I do." Kurt said sadly. "I had fun though. Did you?"

She nodded. "Thank you for reading to me."

"You're welcome, sweetie." Kurt smiled warmly. "And don't worry. Your mommy will be just fine. I feel it."

"Thank you.." She said, hugging Kurt's leg. He pet her hair before turning to walk out with Blaine.

"Who was that?" Blaine asked.

"Hannah..Her mom's sick.." Kurt said, pulling his hood up again. "She helped me.."

"How?"

"I saw the birds..She scared them away.."

"That was nice of her." Blaine said as they got into Wes' car.

Kurt nodded, looking out the window. "I wish we could have a daughter.."

"Me too.."

Wes looked back at Blaine with sad eyes before looking back at the road. Blaine thanked Wes and let Kurt help him up the stairs and into bed.

"Is it time for the rest of my pills?.." Kurt asked as he tucked Blaine in.

"Yeah." Blaine said and bit his lip. "I want to see you take them."

Kurt hesitated, but nodded before walking to the kitchen to retrieve his medication. Blaine watched Kurt the same way he normally would. "Come here. I want to see that you actually took them."

Kurt didn't move, but slowly opened his mouth a little.

"More. Under your tongue."

Kurt's mouth snapped shut and into a tight line. "Why?"

"Because I think you're lying to me." Blaine said simply.

"Why would you think that?.." Kurt asked, his fingers tapping on his thigh nervously.

"Because you're getting worse. Not better. And instead of simply showing me, you're avoiding it."

Kurt cringed as the bitter taste of the pills dissolving began to seep onto his tongue. "I took them."

"Then show me."

"You don't trust me?"

"I want to. If you can show me that you took them, then there's no problem here." Blaine said. He tried to sit up but another wave of pain hit him and he fell back with a groan.

Kurt took a step towards Blaine. "Are you okay?" He asked with a bit of difficulty.

"I'm fine." Blaine sighed, turning away from Kurt.

Kurt sighed, starting to walk away and spitting the pills into his hand, the taste unbearable.

Blaine didn't know what to do. He knew Kurt was lying but didn't know how to get him to just take the pills. And on doctor's orders, he wasn't allowed to work for three to four weeks.

Kurt walked to the bathroom and dumped the slightly dissolved pills into the toilet before rinsing his mouth out. He looked up into the bathroom mirror and groaned as Claude began to speak. "He's lying to you.."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt sighed.

"He is lying about who hurt him."

"Why would he do that?"

"He doesn't want you to know who really did it, you idiot. ." Claude sighed.

"I don't understand why he wouldn't want me to know."

"God you are so stupid!" Claude hissed.

"What?!"

"I come out, you go blank. You wake up, and your faggot husband is on the floor beaten and bruised. Put it together!" His alter growled.

Kurt gasped."No.."

"Yes.." Claude laughed. "Finally you understand something."

"W-W-Why would you d-do that?"

"Because I hate him.." Claude said darkly.

Blaine slowly sat up and heard Kurt talking in the bathroom. "Kurt?..Are you okay?.."

"I-I'm fine.." Kurt called back before lowerinh his voice. "He loves me. He.. He's perfect. W-Why do you hate him so much..?"

"I'm a part of you Kurt..Have you ever thought that deep down you are angry at Blaine?..For leaving you?"

Kurt's eyes went wide and filled with tears. Was it true? He sank to the floor and let his tears fall. Could it be true? If so.. Could Kurt forgive Blaine, let it go and make Claude go away? Kurt stared at his hands as he contemplated everything that happened in the past few years. It made sense. Not that Blaine was to blame. He wasn't. But maybe Kurt did feel a little resentment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He needed to walk this off. "Blaine?.."

"Yeah?" Blaine called from the bed.

"Can I go get the mail?.."

"Are you sure you want to go alone?"

"I'll be okay.." Kurt said, standing and pulling his jacket on.

"Hurry back!"

Kurt hurried out the apartment and sat on the stairs, pulling his hood up and burying his face in his hands.
How could he really feel like that about his husband? Did he really feel like that or was Claude just toying with him again? Either one seemed so plausible. He shook his head, gasping as he heard someone coming up the stairs. He stood, quickly walking down and past them to the mailboxes. He opened it with the key and looked through the envelopes. Bills, bills, bills..Kurt paused. There was one from Carole. He quickly tore it open without thinking. He gasped harshly, his hand flying over his mouth before running back up the stairs and into the apartment.

Blaine heard the door slam and sat up. "Baby?"

"Blaine!" Kurt got out, running to the room and holding the letter out to Blaine.

"What is it?" Blaine asked, taking it and reading it. He scanned his eyes across the paper.
"Blaine,
Rachel told me about your situation so in this I've enclosed a prepaid card. Each month I'll load it with five hundred dollars. I have an emergency account with money that I won't use and you are more than deserving of it. Hopefully it helps. Give Kurt a kiss for me.
Love,
Carole."

Tears immediately filled Blaine's eyes. "I-I..I-I don't know what to say.."

Kurt smiled wide, climbing onto the bed with Blaine.

"I don't deserve this. I'll never be able to pay her back." Blaine said, shaking his head.

"You know she won't let you pay her.." Kurt said, resting his forehead against Blaine's.

"It's too much.."

"Baby..It will help so much.."

"That's a lot to take from someone.. She might need it, Kurt.."

"She said she doesn't..."

Blaine sighed, turning slightly to grab his phone. He called Carole and tried to tell her he appreciated it but couldn't accept her money. Of course Carole, being a mother, wouldn't take no for an answer. She explained how she was so glad Blaine was there to help take care of her stepson. Blaine finally agreed to take the money and use it for bills and to catch up while he wasn't working. He thanked her again before getting off the phone. He let out a deep breath. Today had been way more than he could handle. "I think I'm just going to sleep, Kurt."

Kurt shifted on the bed. "Why did you lie to me?.."

"What about?" Blaine asked, closing his eyes.

"What Claude did to you.."

Blaine froze for a moment before relaxing. "I didn't want you to blame yourself."

"You lied.."

Something in Blaine sparked. Anger flared through his veins. "Okay. I see. So, it's okay when you do it. But if I do it, to protect you, it's this huge issue."

"W-what?.." Kurt asked.

"You're fucking pills, Kurt! I know you're not taking them. That's why Claude's coming out. That's what made him come out and do this to me!" Blaine almost yelled as he stood, ignoring the searing pain in his ribs.

Kurt scooted back against the headboard. "I-I can't.."

"You can't what, Kurt? Do you have any idea how this makes me feel? Besides the physical pain? You not taking your medicine makes me feel like you don't give a fuck. That you couldn't care less if you got better and were happy with me or if you just got worse. I feel like you don't give a shot about our life." Blaine's already red rimmed eyes let more tears fall down his cheeks as he finally let out what he had been feeling.

"I do! I care!" Kurt yelled. "I love you Blaine! "

"Then why are you doing this to yourself? I want one thing, Kurt. Just one. I want you to be healthy and okay. That's all I want. And you're throwing it away.."

"Because...I just..All those pills..They make me feel weird..Not right.." Kurt panted.

"But what if Claude came out even stronger? Kurt, you told me you wanted to kill me.." Blaine whispered, his tears turning into sobs. "I-I can't.. I'm gonna sleep on the couch.. I just.. I need to be alone.."

"I didn't tell you that!!" Kurt yelled, louder than Blaine had ever heard.

"He's a part of you Kurt. I know you love me.. Today's been.. Too much for me. I need to sleep. Just.. Sleep in here." Blaine said just above a whisper before grabbing a blanket and slowly making his way to the couch.

Kurt curled into a ball, sobbing as he rocked back and forth and pulled his hair.

Blaine tossed and turned on the couch, every position making his ribs hurt worse. Eventually, the younger man decided to just lay on the floor, curling up to his pillow and crying himself to sleep. Blaine opened his eyes in the middle of the night to see Kurt standing over him, not moving. His heart raced as he slowly scooted a fee feet away. "K-Kurt..?"

Kurt didn't say anything, staring down at his husband.

"Kurt.. Please.. You're scaring me.."

Kurt took a step back before he heard a clatter of metal hit the floor and Kurt walked to the kitchen, sitting down at the table in the dark.

Blaine was trembling as he reached for the lamp by the couch. He carefully stood. "Kurt..?"
He looked over where Kurt had been standing and his had flew to his mouth as he saw a knife that already had a small amount of blood on it. Blaine's heart sank as he raced to Kurt. He turned on the light and saw Kurt's arms were covered in fresh cuts, a few on his face as well as he stared Blankly at the wall. Blaine cupped Kurt's face in both his hands. "Kurt! Fucking look at me! What the fuck are you doing?!"

Kurt's eyes stared past Blaine before they focused on him.

"What are you doing? Why did you do this?!" Blaine yelled.

"Take your pills or they'll lock you away..Take your pills..take your pills..Get better.." Kurt whispered.

"You want your pills? I'll get them. Kurt.. Focus on me."

Kurt was pale, bringing a hand up to wipe at his bloody cheek. "Worthless..Can't do anything right..You don't deserve anything with him..He doesn't need you, you need him.. Kill yourself.." Kurt said quietly as he closed his eyes.

Blaine shook his husband's shoulders. "God damn it, Kurt. You are what I want. I don't fucking care if I have to deal with all this. It's you! You are what I want!"

Kurt opened his eyes, looking up at Blaine, his pupils expanded so there was only a small ring og blue visible. "They told me to kill you.." he whispered.

Blaine's arms fell to the sides as he backed up. "So you got a knife and were going to..?"

Tears filled Kurt's eyes, but he remained completely still. "I would never.." He said in barely a whisper.

"Do you know that for sure..?" Blaine asked quietly.

"You think I would?.."

"I'm not saying you would want to.. But I don't know what it feels like. To have him in your head.. If he can make you do other things.. What if he made you?"

Kurt slowly shook his head, bringing his hands to his hair and pulling. "I can't do this anymore.."

"Can't do what..?"

"Live."

"Why? Am I not helping enough? Am I not doing enough, Kurt? Just tell me what to do. I'll do it. I need you.." Blaine said desperately.

Kurt looked up at Blaine. "You dont do anything wrong..You're perfect. .You don't deserve this.."

"I've told you I don't know how many times. I want you. I don't care if that means all of this. Or if I'm risking my own life. I want you.. You're my husband, Kurt.."

Kurt closed his eyes as a tear fell and he began to tremble lightly. "I-I..I'm sorry.."

"You love me.. Right? You'd do anything for me..?"

Kurt nodded quickly.

"Would you take your medicine? For me?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded again, taking his hands down from his hair. "Really?" Blaine asked again. "Please.. I just want us to be happy. I don't want to be scared.."

"I-I don't want you to be afraid of me.." Kurt whispered.

"Me neither.. Come here. Let me get you cleaned up.."

Kurt stood and Blaine ran a warm bath before helping Kurt undress and get in. He had to ignore the intense pain in his ribs as he did this, but Kurt just looked so scared. Like he was just realizing what just occured. Blaine kissed the top of his husband's head. "I love you, Kurt.."

"I love you too.." He said quietly, hissing softly as Blaine washed over his forearms.

"Why did you cut yourself..?"

"They told me to..It makes them go away..But they didn't..so I kept cutting and they just got louder.." Kurt said softly.

"You could've woken me up baby.."

"You were mad at me.."

"It doesn't matter. I'm always here. No matter what we're going through." Blaine said softly. "I'm sorry for yelling. I just need you to understand that it kills me that you're purposefully making yourself worse."

"I'm not trying to make myself worse.." Kurt whispered, flinching as Blaine ran hisbhands over a particularly deep cut.

"You know what I mean. You're choosing to not take your medicine which makes you worse. And that just makes it more likely that one of us if not both will get hurt."

Kurt looked down, clearly ashamed of himself.

"If you can start taking your medicines again, it'll get better. Easier. We can do this, Kurt. Together." Blaine said as he gingerly dabbed at the cuts on his husband's cheeks.

Kurt looked up at Blaine and nodded. "I'm so sorry.."

"Let's just move on from tonight. Okay? I won't be mad. I'm sorry for getting so angry. I just don't know what to do sometimes."

Kurt nodded again. "I love you.."

"I love you too." Blaine let Kurt dry off and gave him a cream for his cuts. They crawled back into bed, Blaine on his back with Kurt curled against his chest.

"I would never hurt you Blaine. ." Kurt whispered.

"I believe you. It's just Claude." Blaine whispered back.

"I hate him so much.."

"I know baby. Me too."

Kurt kissed Blaine's chest. "Blaine?.."

"Yeah?"

"Do you...Do you think my scars are ugly?.."

"Ugly? No. Nothing about you is ugly. But they do make me sad." Blaine said softly.

"Really?.." Kurt asked.

"I wasn't able to stop it. They remind me of you hurting yourself. I don't like that."

Kurt sighed softly and was quiet for a while. "Do you ever wish you didn't come looking for me?"

"Never." Blaine said honestly. "Not once."

Kurt smiled. "I love you so much.."

"I love you too, Kurt. I don't regret any of this. Except leaving.."

Kurt bit his lip. This is what he had to forgive a Blaine for.."I know.."

"I'll never forgive myself." Blaine said quietly.

"Why?.."

"If I wouldn't have left.. Maybe this wouldn't have happened.."

"You wouldn't have been happy.." Kurt whispered.

"Why not?" Blaine asked. "I could've gotten you to talk to someone even if it wasn't me. Try to prevent this."

Kurt looked down. "I just never understood why you left..What the breaking point was.."

"I thought you didn't want me. You pushed me away and flinched anytime I came close to you. I felt repulsive. I thought there might've been.. someone else. I-I didn't know what to do." Blaine whispered. "If I would've known what happened to you, I never would've left.."

Kurt took a deep breath in. "I never wanted to make you feel that way.."

"I know that now. I shouldn't have left. I should've fought for us. I made a huge mistake by leaving. And I can't take it back. I can only hope that you don't blame me.. Because I do.." The younger man said, biting his lip to hold back another round of tears.

Kurt sat up, looking down at Blaine before leaning down to kiss him sweetly. "I forgive you..And I could never blame you for this.."

"Thank you.." Blaine whispered. "I really needed to hear that."

Kurt smiled lightly. "I just love you so much.."

"I love you too, Kurt. More than anything." Blaine said softly. "I want all the things we used to want. I want to make a family with you.. I-I want all of that with you."

"You want a family with me?.." Kurt whispered.

"I do," Blaine said, rubbing Kurt's back. "But we have to get Claude under control. I won't even let myself really think about a family if he's trying to get you to hurt me. I won't put a kid through that."

Kurt nodded "I understand." He said before smiling wide.

"I've missed that smile." Blaine grinned. Kurt blushed, burying his face in Blaine's neck. Blaine giggled, turning his head to kiss Kurt's forehead. "Goodnight baby."

"G'night.." Kurt smiled.