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April 15, 2013, 6:29 a.m.


My Journey to You: Is against all odds


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 11/11 - Created: Apr 14, 2013 - Updated: Apr 15, 2013
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Author's Notes: Sneak peek:"Tommy!" Blaine heard the most beautiful voice call the name and looked up to see Kurt.Only then he realised who the boy reminded him of. The little kid looked exactly like Kurt did in the old photos that Burt showed him while Kurt sat in the living room embarrassed. This could only mean one thing..."Papa!" the boy shouted and ran to his father. "Mister's pants are ruined; I'm sorry!""Hey, it's okay," Kurt shushed his son and gathered him in his arms. He then noticed Blaine. "I'm so, so sor– Blaine?!"

At first travelling to the past was unbelievable to Blaine and he was convinced that it was caused by drugs. Later he was shocked to find out that it was really happening and the thought of going back in time was simply scary. Now it was exciting as he got to experience something he would have never been able otherwise. However, he also knew how his actions could influence the future of not only his husband but also the whole world. He might have dealt with responsibility his whole life but this was a brand new level of you-have-no-right-to-fuck-up for Blaine.

Despite the negative side of the travelling the lawyer found himself eager to open his eyes once the magic wind was gone.

The man took a look around, careful not to move from his spot, and took in his surroundings. It was one of those dense forests where it was nearly impossible to walk without getting your face scratched or stumble every five steps. The trees were tall and Blaine had never seen such thick trunks. The ground was all covered by moss, leafs, and dirt. He could also see the tree roots coming from the ground.

Trying his best to suppress the memories from the last time he was in a forest, no matter how different it was from the place he was at right now, Blaine shifted on his feet. He repositioned them as for some reasoned he landed in an awkward position and uneven ground began to feel uncomfortable.

As he moved his feet, the lawyer tried to be as silent as possible. If someone heard him he would be in a lot of trouble again, going through the different reality once again and he really didn't want to. There could also be some wild animals and he didn't want to deal with being chased or hurt by one. Not to mention Ming's words about even the smallest worms having a significant importance to the world.

Five minutes passed just like that; Blaine standing there impatiently as nothing happened, one bird making a choking sound being the highlight of what seemed to be the most boring minutes in the man's life. Apparently, being in the past didn't guarantee that anything interesting would happen. Not that Blaine complained. In fact, he hoped it would stay like this until he would be forced to leave. So far it was going well.

Suddenly the sound of a tree falling came from somewhere behind Blaine and the man turned his head and shoulders towards the direction of the noise. However, his curiosity wasn't satisfied as instead of the forest he saw several yellow cabs driving passed him.

A sigh of relief escaped Blaine's lips when he saw where he was. Having noticed a few familiar buildings the man knew that he was obviously back to New York once again. Thankfully all the shops looked like they were designed for humans and the lack of gigantic aliens pooping on the streets like some enormous pigeons gave him hope that this was his real life.

After locating where exactly he was, Blaine began walking towards where he knew he would find the subway. According to the digital clock he saw on one of the buildings, it was Friday, almost three in the afternoon. At this time Blaine would have been at work, in fact, he had been there at that exact time. If nothing changed and this was his reality, Kurt would be home the whole day and it would give Blaine a chance to surprise him and make amends. Maybe they could even go to a restaurant for a dinner date.

Blaine reached the crosswalk and when the light turned green, he crossed the street. While crossing the people's faces caught his eyes.

The lawyer was used to seeing people smile but usually it was either his friends or some shop assistants but never random people in the street, especially not the ones walking alone. Now it was like everyone suddenly was happy and their wide grins never faltered. It was weird but Blaine shrugged it off because he had more important things to think about like how to get Kurt listen to him long enough to hear his sincere apologies and promises to do better in the future.

He didn't pay attention at people until a crashing sound pulled him out of his thoughts. With curiosity Blaine watched as two men with big smiles got out of their crashed cars and talked. From their body language the lawyer could conclude it was a peaceful, light conversation, which was an unheard thing in New York after a car accident.

Blaine was about to walk away when the police car came and two officers, with smiles as big as everyone's, joined the men. One of them looked straight at him and it sent the shivers down the lawyer's spine. All those facial expressions looked like of crazy men who were ready to kill their prey.

Shaking his head slightly Blaine walked away but he didn't get far before he felt a hand on his shoulder. Reacting to the touch the man stopped and turned around to see the same officer with his partner there. They were probably going to ask him if he was a witness.

"Sir, we need you to go with us," one of them said.

"How can I help you?" Blaine frowned.

If it was for his statement, the policemen should have asked him if he saw the car crash to start with.

"Sir, please, go willingly with us; we really don't want to harm you," the other man spoke with the biggest smile.

Blaine's eyes widened before the realization hit him – this wasn't his world. It looked very similar but there was something wrong with people no matter how happy they seemed. He just couldn't understand what he did wrong as he was sure he didn't change anything in the forest.

Knowing that it would be for the best to obey, the lawyer nodded and went with the officers, one on each side. Neither spoke before they reached the police car.

"Get in the back," one of the policemen said, "it won't take longer than five minutes."

Blaine nodded and opened the door with slightly shaking hands. He realised that he was scared. Simple plain fear took over his body as he didn't know what was waiting for him. People around him were making him feel uncomfortable and he hoped everything would be alright as he got into the car and one of the men closed it.

The lawyer wasn't afraid of dying in one of these realities as he had already experienced it and Ming took care of him. Nonetheless, he could feel the pain and it wouldn't be pleasurable. Shaking his head Blaine tried to get rid of his negative thoughts. He wasn't rushing to turn grey after all. For all he knew he might be able to go in five minutes and nothing would happen.

The officers got in the front of the car and sat there silently, the creepy smiles never leaving their faces and Blaine couldn't stop anticipating for the worst.

Just like promised, less than five minutes later the men told Blaine to get out and the confused lawyer did what he had been asked to.

"Come with us," the taller man said and Blaine followed him to a van that had pulled over not long ago.

A man got out of the driver's seat and came to the back. He unlocked the car and opened the door.

"Get in," the policeman instructed and Blaine panicked.

"Why? I didn't do anything wrong!" he shouted feeling defensive.

The man didn't give any explanation. Instead, he pushed Blaine towards the back of the van and placed his right hand on a gun. "Please, go peacefully."

At the sight of the man's hand touching the gun Blaine gulped and climbed into the van. He could hardly see anything when the door closed shut and he was left in the dark.

"Fun, another Defect," someone said and the male voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"What?" Blaine asked and fell on the ground as the van began to move.

"Careful or you will hurt yourself," the guy said with boredom.

"Where were you a minute ago?" Blaine asked irritated.

The man snorted. "Right here."

"Smartass," the lawyer muttered under his breath and started to feel the ground with his hands. "Is there something to sit on?"

"No," the man said and yawned.

"Great," Blaine breathed and sat down with his back resting on the car wall. "Where are we going?"

"Menkins' Defect Reform Centre," the man said and added an explanation, "you know, the place where they 'cure' those, who feel."

Blaine's eyes widened as he realised why he was taken. Everyone he had seen so far had smiles on their faces and he didn't. He wasn't all smiley and it must have been what the police didn't like about him. It kind of made sense.

"Why is it wrong that I feel?" he asked confused.

"Are you serious? It has always been like this."

"Um you see... I had an accident and, um, lost my memory," Blaine explained, hoping that the man would believe in him and explain what was going on without unnecessary interrogation.

"Sucks to be you," the man said with another yawn. "For as long as anyone can remember there has only been one emotion that people could feel which is happiness. However, sometimes people get some other feeling that is unnatural and the doctors need to help us to get rid of it. Hence, the reform centres."

"I didn't want to go there! Isn't it like a rehab where you can choose whether to go to or not?"

"What's a rehab?" the man asked confused.

"A place where people addicted to alcohol, drugs or some other stuff go to get help."

The man laughed. "You probably hit your head pretty bad 'cause you are using some weird words I had never heard of," he said.

Blaine was silent for a moment but decided to ignore the man's words. "So, why did they take me here by force?"

"Because it's illegal, du-uh."

"It's illegal to feel?"

"Yup. How does it feel to be a criminal, Defect?"

Blaine didn't respond. He thought of Kurt and wondered where he was. He was certain of one thing only – no matter who or where Kurt was, he would find his husband. So far it didn't take long for the lawyer to find his spouse and this time shouldn't be any different.

"What do you feel?" the lawyer finally asked.

"The doctors call it 'not caring,' I call it 'not giving a fuck.' This happens to me once or twice a year and it's the best feeling ever so I try to hide for as long as possible," the man explained. "I once managed to get away with it for almost two months."

Blaine looked confused at the side from which the man was talking. "Don't you like feeling happy? I thought that's what people want to feel."

"Having one emotion is like eating the same fucking cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner for your whole life. It sucks and after some time you wish you would feel something more, something deeper. I actually envy the defects that can feel miserable."

Blaine hummed in agreement. "I once read that sadness is the key to true happiness because only when you know the pain, you can finally appreciate the things that make you happy. Just like you only begin to appreciate a person once you lose them."

"I hear a story behind this."

"I thought you didn't give a fuck?" Blaine joked.

"I don't but the trip is going to take another couple of minutes and I don't like silence."

The short man sighed. "A piece of advice – never take anyone as granted because one day they may be gone and then you will be lost."

"Is this what you are feeling? Lost?" the man enquired, though there was no curiosity in his voice.

There was a silence and then Blaine spoke. "Yes. He was my anchor, my life, my everything... Without him I'm not the same and I don't know what to do, where to go. It's like my life lost its meaning without him by my side."

"Dude, it's not a 'lost' feeling, it's a motherfucking 'love' for fuck's sake!" the man gasped. "I'm so damn jealous. It's even better than being sad."

"I guess it is but love brings heartbreak so it's not all sunshine and rainbows," Blaine shrugged and the car came to a stop.

"How many feelings exactly to do you have?" the man asked.

"Too many," the lawyer answered and the door opened.

The driver told them to get out and so they did, Blaine being the first. The other man followed and placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder. The lawyer recognized Puck.

"Welcome to Menkins' Defect Reform Centre; a place where some jerks will make you happy again," he said and watched two white coats wearing men come to the van.

"Noah Puckerman," one said with a wide smile, "last time you left I hoped to never see you again."

"I wanted to see how you were doing Dr Tanaka," Noah said with a grin as wide as everyone else's.

"I'm good," the doctor said happily of course. "I will see how you are doing and then we will make you better. I promise. Now, shall we go?"

"Sure," the man said and looked at Blaine. "I'll see you at lunch, dude."

The lawyer nodded and soon he was left with the other doctor, who came with Dr Tanaka. As the van left, the doctor spoke to him.

"Hi, I'm Prof Cooter Menkins, the owner of this place," he said and extended his hand for Blaine to take.

The lawyer shook his hand. "Blaine Anderson."

"It's a pleasure, Mr Anderson. I hope you know why you are here?"

"Yes, because I'm a Defect and feel?" he decided to use the knowledge he had gotten from Noah in the van.

The professor nodded and gestured to follow him. "As it's your first time here as far as I know, I will take a look at you and then appoint a good doctor, who will take care of you. Dr Tanaka that you saw earlier is one of seven professionals, who work here."

They walked into a big building that reminded Blaine of a hospital. "How long will my treatment take?" he asked pretending to be a curious patient, who wanted to know about his future even though Blaine knew he would only stay until he found Ming.

"It depends," Prof Menkins said as they walked into the elevator. "For some people it takes a week, for others it takes months. It depends on the severity of your case."

Blaine made an understanding sound and they both stayed silent until they reached the door with the man's name on it and they went in. When the door behind him closed, Blaine took a look around the office and noticed that they weren't alone. A beautiful girl sat there looking at him.

"Harmony, this is our newest patient Mr Blaine Anderson," professor introduced them, "Mr Anderson, this is my assistant Harmony."

"Pleasure," Blaine greeted her politely.

The girl nodded her acknowledgement and went back to the papers she had been going through when the men came in.

"Now, Mr Anderson, I need to listen to your heart," the man said holding a stethoscope in his hand. "It will tell me what you are feeling. Then I will appoint you a doctor and tomorrow you will meet him to talk about the treatment. Is that okay with you?"

Blaine nodded and the professor came closer to him.

"Unbutton your shirt, please," he asked and Blaine followed the order. "Great, Harmony, fill in his card."

The girl took an empty patient card which now had Blaine's name on it and prepared to write down the professor's diagnosis.

"Curiosity, uncertainty, fear, love, remorse, hope, hurt..." the professor named the emotions. "The list goes on and on... To be honest, I had never seen such severe case, Mr Anderson. I'm afraid I will have to treat you myself if we want you to ever be as good as new."

Blaine frowned. "Is it that weird to have a few emotions?"

The doctor backed away and put the stethoscope on the table. "Two or three additional emotions aren't too rare but the list like yours? I doubt there has ever been a Defect like you. It is going to be a challenge but I promise I'll do my best to cure you," he assured Blaine with a big smile.

"Thank you," the lawyer uttered.

"Which room do you want to place him in?" Harmony asked cheerfully.

The professor thought for a second. "I'd like him to live in two oh six with my other patient. I think it would be more convenient to have my two patients in one room."

The girl nodded and wrote the number in Blaine's file. After that she pressed a button on a phone but nothing happened.

"You will be taken to your room now. Your new roommate isn't very talkative but don't feel bad about it, he's been like that for months now. He's harmless, just not very communicative," Prof Menkins explained and someone knocked on the door. "Come in! Ah, Mr Hudson, could you take Mr Anderson to two oh six? He is going to reside there while he is with us."

The man, who Blaine knew as his Kurt's stepbrother, nodded and waited until the professor let Blaine go.

"Great. Mr Hudson will explain you what you need to know about this place," the man said and sat down. "You may go now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Have a good day," Blaine nodded towards the professor and then his assistant.

Both men exited and began to walk down the corridor. There was nobody there and Blaine wondered why there weren't any patients or nurses walking around.

"It's the treatment time so everyone is busy right now," Finn explained having noticed Blaine's reaction. "Breakfast is at eight, lunch is at one and dinner is at seven. In-between these you will have whatever treatment your doctor suggests. Every morning you will find your daily schedule by the door with room numbers written down as well so you know where to go. If you have any questions you can always ask any staff member. Is it clear?"

"Yeah," Blaine said, not really caring about the information as he wouldn't be getting any treatment in that place.

They reached the room with a number two oh six on it and Finn opened the door for him. "Your roommate is in the electroconvulsive therapy right now but he should be here soon," the male nurse explained and Blaine almost choked.

"He's getting electroshocked?!" he asked with wide eyes.

"He has a rare case and nothing helps him so Prof Menkins had to take drastic measures," the man shrugged. "Now, this bed is yours. The bedding is clean and fresh. Basically, the left side of the room is all yours. Honestly, I don't think that Kurt would care if you touched his stuff anyway. He hardly understands anything around him."

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

Finn nodded. "Yeah, that's your roommate's name. Anyway, I have to go. Don't forget, dinner at seven."

With that Blaine was left alone. The room was far from homey. The walls, the bedding and furniture were white and it hurt eyes after staring for too long. The room had two beds by the walls, two chairs and two closets. One small window was the only source of natural light. As there were no other doors, Blaine assumed that they would have to share a bathroom with other patients.

The man flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling thinking of Kurt. According to Finn his husband was being tortured at that very moment and it hurt to think of the man he loved with wires connected to his body and shaking in pain. He also remembered Menkins' words about his roommate being in this bad condition for months. Not to mention Finn's words about Kurt not understanding what was going on around him. With fear Blaine waited for his spouse to come.

It wasn't even ten minutes later when the door opened and a nurse came in with Kurt following her. The man was pale, dark circles around his empty eyes. His hair was messy and thin. His body bony and weak. A silent whisper filled the room.

Blaine stood up quickly to help but the nurse was first to guide him to sit on the bed. Without waiting Kurt drew his legs to his chest and hugged them.

The nurse left without a word and when the door closed Blaine timidly got closer to his husband.

"Kurt? Sweetie?" he tried to get any reaction.

Nothing happened, except the words Kurt kept repeating like his mantra grew slightly louder. "Grį�k, man reikia tavęs [Come back, I need you]... Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"I don't understand you, baby," Blaine bit his bottom lip and touched Kurt's hand but it tightened its grip on his leg and the lawyer decided that it was a bad idea to touch him. "I'll make it go away, I promise. I will find Ming and it will be over in no time."

With a last glance at his rocking husband Blaine left the room and found himself in the corridor that was now slightly different as there were patients and nurses everywhere. As he didn't have much time the lawyer began walking quickly and looking around for the familiar face.

It wasn't until he got on the staircase in order to check out another floor when he met the Asian man who was walking upstairs.

"Oh, hello, Blaine, it's good to see you," the man gave him a wide smile.

"Please, stop smiling," the man growled and leaned against the wall. "It's so creepy and it hurts my eyes already."

Ming's smile fell a little. "Better?"

"Much. Thank you," Blaine said and lowered himself on the ground, sitting on one step.

The older man sat down in front of him. "What's on your mind, young man?"

"What does Kurt feel?" he asked.

"Desperation," Ming said. "He has a rare case because there is no happiness left in him. Only desperation..."

"Why did this happen? I didn't do anything! I just stood there and nothing happened! How the hell did the world change so much?" Blaine questioned and rubbed his eyes to sooth the tension.

"When I sent you there, you landed on some rare flowers that were the only food to several species that lived in those days. They got extinct sooner than it would have happened normally. It's all just one big chain reaction. I told you once – everything and everyone has a significant role in this world."

Blaine felt like crying. "So there is no way for me to come back into my life? If the next time I just happen to land on a teeny tiny stone and move it my a millimetre the future will change? It's unfair! Please, tell me how to go back to my life!"

"I thought you hated your life?" Ming asked in a weird tone.

"I– I thought I did whenever I was angry, I guess," Blaine spoke. "But now I see how wrong I was. My life compared to all this madness is perfect. I had a loving husband, a great home... I could use better parents and a more interesting job but overall I was satisfied. I want it back."

Ming nodded slowly and moved his feet so that a female nurse could go past them. "What would you do if you ever went back?"

"I would change my behaviour towards Kurt," the man said without hesitation. "I think I would quit my job and look for something I would enjoy more. Maybe if I felt happier at work, I wouldn't take my frustration out at my husband. I don't know... I would make sure to spend more time with my friends because I kind of neglected that part of my life. Then maybe some time later I would discuss a possibility of having a baby with Kurt. I know that he always wanted a family but I was busy with work and didn't want to be just like my father who was hardly at home while I was growing up. But if I changed my job, I could be home every evening for dinner and I would be able to be a father to my kid that I needed for myself."

"You have put some thought into it, I see," Ming smiled encouragingly at him.

Blaine gave him a sad smile and stood up. "I did because I still have hope. Okay, send me wherever. I don't care how long it will take but I'll go back to my Kurt. I know I will."

Ming stood up as well but put his both hands in his pockets. "It's not the time yet. You will have to spend more time in here."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, I'm only here for your–"

"Guidance, I know," Blaine interrupted. "I wish you helped me more than you do now. Could you give me a hint maybe? What should I do to go back home?"

Ming nodded a greeting to a passing nurse and gave his full attention to Blaine again. "Unconditional love," he said and walked away.

"Love? I already love my husband!" the lawyer shouted but Ming didn't respond.

Blaine ran his hand through his gelled hair and walked downstairs because he didn't feel like going back to his room and hurting Kurt. After half an hour of exploring Blaine saw a familiar man.

"Hey, Puck," he greeted the man.

"What's up, shortie?" the man with a mohawk said. "I don't remember telling you my nickname."

Blaine shrugged. "I guessed it? I have a sixth sense."

"Of course you do," he laughed. "Dinner in five, we better go. I hope they still serve burritos for dinner."

As they walked Blaine got curious about the former glee club member. "When was the last time you came here?"

"Two hundred forty one day ago," the man answered without stopping to think. "It's interesting to be here again. I get to see my old friends and meet new people."

"Do many people come here frequently?" Blaine asked as they reached the cafeteria. There was a short queue forming already.

"Depends on a person. And some of them stay here for a long time. For example, this one guy Kurt has been here for as long as I remember. All he does is sitting in his room and repeating the same thing again and again. Nobody knows what that means," Puck shrugged and they grabbed trays.

"He is my roommate actually," Blaine said and grabbed the first plate without even looking what was on it.

Puck whistled. "Sucks to be you. I heard he hardly ever stops speaking so you won't get much rest. Unless you are a heavy sleeper. For your own sake, I hope you are."

Blaine didn't say anything and they went to sit at a table in the corner. The lawyer placed his tray with food on it and chose the chair from which he would be able to watch people.

A woman caught his attention and soon Blaine recognized Kurt's stepmother Carole. She was sitting by a table alone and crying her heart out. Blaine felt his heart squeeze and he was about to stand up and calm her down when suddenly she lowered her hands and her face was lit up by a wide smile.

"What the fuck?" Blaine whispered.

"Um?" Puck made a sound with his full mouth and followed the direction at which Blaine was looking. He swallowed quickly. "It's a Defect, who has what doctors call 'misery.' Basically she is happy half of the time and sad the other half."

"Are all Defects like that?" Blaine asked and took a sip of his tomato juice.

"Mood swings? Yeah, it's normal except her moods change much faster than most Defects'," Puck explained.

As if on cue, Carole began sobbing again. Blaine couldn't look at her and focused on his food that was no longer tempting.

"Why the long face?" Puck asked.

Blaine contemplated his next words a little. "Remember me telling you about the person I lost?" he waited for the man to nod. "I found him here."

"That's awesome!" Puck shouted happily. "Why aren't you happy about it?"

"It's Kurt..." Blaine whispered.

Puck's smile fell and boredom took over his face. "Wow, it sucks. But at least you found him."

The lawyer began to play with his food. "Yeah, but it's hard to see him like that."

"Do you love him?"

"I do."

"Does he love you?"

"I... I hope so," Blaine shrugged. He had no idea if Kurt even knew him in this reality. "Not that it matters."

Puck took another mouthful of his salad and spoke with full mouth. "It matters. If he loves you, maybe he is a Defect because of you and then you can both fix each other."

Blaine almost snorted as he knew it was his entire fault; he was responsible for all these people suffering. "That professor couldn't cure him, why do you think I could?"

"Maybe you won't but, dude, it could cure you. You said yourself that you felt lost. Well, find yourself again. Talk to your lover boy and maybe you will feel better, find some reconciliation."

"When did you become so smart?" Blaine joked and pushed his tray away.

"Hey, I've always been smart," Puck laughed.

Blaine stood up. "Thanks for the advice. I owe you one."

"You can give me your pudding during the breakfast tomorrow morning," his old friend said and Blaine left with a short laugh.

Somehow the man managed to go back to his room without getting lost. The corridors were once again empty and he assumed that everyone was having dinner as the cafeteria got crowded by the time he left. He opened the door and saw a young nurse feeding Kurt some yogurt. The man sat on his bed and watched as his husband managed to swallow a few more teaspoons. The nurse sighed and left the room when he no longer took any food in his mouth.

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs... Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..." the tirade never stopped.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine began looking at his husband from the other side of the room. "Um, so how was your day? Gosh, this is weird..."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"You know, I always asked you this question since the very beginning of our friendship. You always laughed at me, called me dapper because you thought it was just me being polite. Well, it wasn't just that.

I loved listening to you. First, you were reluctant to open up because you didn't know me but after you transferred to Dalton it changed. I would ask about your day and you would go on and on about annoying teachers and homework and Wes' addiction to his gavel. Later you would rant about McKinley and poor decisions its students made regarding clothes. Being extra harsh to Rachel, may I add. In New York it was all about your exciting classes and over-competitive classmates even though you were the most competitive of them all. After some time the internship stories were added into the list, job following shortly and I got to listen about your crazy designs. After that... I don't know, I kind of stopped asking. Not that I didn't care, it's just that I was too tired to listen to your long rant after an exhausting day at work. I was actually too tired to listen to my own husband..."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

Blaine sighed as his eyes watered. "This kind of feels like our reality as well. I mean, it's like you are talking to me in some foreign language and I fail to understand you. Except here I have no choice and couldn't understand you no matter how hard I listened. And back home I just don't try. I hear your words but don't look for meaning behind them. I neglected you, us, our love..."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"You know, I wonder what you would tell me now if I asked you how your day was. You would probably give me the proper 'fine, how was yours?' and I would say mine was fine too. And then we would go do whatever it is that's apparently more interesting than spending time with your better half."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

"Because you are my better half, Kurt. You are the love of my life and I will fight for you. I don't care how long it takes, weeks, months or years; I will come back to you. We will be together again and I will show you just how much you mean to me. I will make you happy, I swear. And I will make sure that you feel loved every single day. I will do whatever it takes to see your eyes light up with joy."

"Grį�k, man reikia tavęs..."

The door opened and Blaine looked up to see Ming in the doorway.

"It's time," he said and gave Kurt a sympathetic look.

Blaine nodded and bent over his husband's bed. "I meant what I said, baby," he whispered. "I love you."

He gently kissed the man's forehead and backed away with a single tear slowly running down his cheek.

"Let's go," he said facing the Asian man and closed his eyes before a touch of a hand sent him away from his hurting husband.


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