Crying might have been all Kurt wanted to do, all he seemed capable of doing, but he knew he needed to act. Hed seen Blaines injuries and he knew that those thorns werent normal weapons. They were magic, which meant they wouldnt heal without magic as well.

Blaine wouldnt heal without Kurts help. If he stayed in his tower, where no one could reach him thanks to his evil stepmother, Kurt would never be able to save his prince. Blaine would most likely die. And Kurt would have himself to blame for it. He couldnt survive with such a weight on his shoulders.

And I dont see you anymore...

Kurt couldnt imagine going back to a life without Blaine, especially since he knew the man was trying to get him rescued, released, accepted into a life of luxury and having his own place within it. That life was everything Kurt wanted, and hed have Blaine. Forever.

He couldnt lose him before he even fully had the prince.

I wouldnt leave you in times of trouble...

Kurt went into action as soon as hed wiped his eyes clean. Rushing to his bed, Kurt pulled off his blanket, sheet, and the cover from his mattress. Tearing each one into four strips, he strung them together to make a long rope that would let him climb down from his tower. 

Never before had he dared to leave the tower, for fear of not being able to climb back up, or his stepmother discovering him gone. This, though, was an emergency. Hed risk any wrath for his prince. He had to save Blaine, and hed do whatever it took to do so.

I took the good times. Ill take the bad times...

Kurt wasnt about to turn his back when things got tough. No, he was a Hummel and he would fight for what he wanted. Tying the rope to the harpsichord, which was heavy enough to hold it steady, Kurt gulped and strung the fabric carefully through the thorns, going to the rounded bases where it wouldnt snag or tear.

Climbing out of the window was another story, which was full of scratches and stabbings, though nothing so bad as to stop Kurts progress. Hed gladly bleed for his prince. The man needed his help, and Kurt was going to save him.

Before hed climbed out, Kurt had thrown a heavy cloak out of his window, so as to hide himself from prying eyes. He couldnt risk anyone letting word escape of his presence outside his tower. His stepmother might take that out on Blaine, and he would never risk that.

Hed already caused his prince enough pain and punishment.

With a look of intense determination on his face, Kurt started down his homemade rope. He took careful steps, even as he slipped and slid on oddly smooth bricks and lost his footing in his repelling.

Finally, his feet touched solid ground, and Kurt could breathe again. He gathered the cloak hed thrown and hurriedly donned it. With a final glance up at his tower, and a silent prayer that his stepmother stayed away and that his rope remained as it was for his return, Kurt was off.

I said I love you and thats forever...