"Don't eat it!"

Kurt looked up startled; a spoonful of soup stopped less than an inch from his mouth. Wes had burst through the door, suddenly not looking at all like the composed and calm physician that he normally was.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked, putting down the spoon in alarm.

"We think we know what's wrong," Wes explained. "Of course we still have to run some tests to know for sure."

"We?" Kurt asked suspiciously. "Do you mean Blaine?"

Wes didn't reply, but his silence was answer enough.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Kurt asked, changing tactics.

"Like I said I don't know anything for sure," Wes replied. "But for now you shouldn't eat or drink anything and I need to take this away to be tested." He motioned toward the food.

The implication was not lost on Kurt, he gasped. "You think I'm being poisoned!"

"It would fit all your symptoms," Wes answered. "And it is something we've never considered or tested for in the past."

"If I'm being poisoned, does that mean it is too late for me?" Kurt said fearfully. "Am I going to die?"

"Please don't worry needlessly until we have some real answers," Wes said calmly. "If you have been poisoned then there are things we can try. We will take things one at a time."

Kurt nodded wordlessly, and watched as Wes took the container of soup and the bag of food that Henry had brought him. It seemed completely preposterous that someone had been trying to kill him, to poison him. He remembered Blaine's accident and the suspicious events surrounding it, and it all seemed to fit. Someone had been trying to kill him for a very long time, only they poisoned him slowly instead of taking him out quickly. Henry had been a trusted employee of Kurt's for years, but everything pointed to him being the one to poison him. He had access to the kitchen; it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities for Henry to poison him.

He felt tears start to trickle down his cheeks as the fear in his heart swelled. He missed Blaine so much that it felt like an open wound that would probably never heal. He wanted to know why Blaine had reacted like that; he wanted to know if there was something he had done wrong. Kurt felt like he had lost the love of his life and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"What did you do?"

Blaine looked up startled from where he was standing in front of the lab to see Burt Hummel standing a few feet away.

Blaine sighed, and looked away. "I can't," he uttered softly.

"You can't what?" Burt asked. "You can't support him? Because if that is the case then you aren't the Blaine I thought you were."

Blaine looked at him sadly, "I can't bear to lose him."

"Look I get it," Burt replied. "You are freaking out about Kurt's illness, but that is no reason to completely give him the cold shoulder. He loves you, I can tell. Right now Kurt is more terrified of losing you then he is about dying."

"I love him," Blaine said. "I can't stand to see him suffer."

"He needs you Blaine," Burt told him. "Don't let him lose the man he loves, I fear he would never recover."

Suddenly the door to the lab swung open and Wes strode out holding a file in his hand. He gave Blaine a meaningful look and Blaine nodded and started to walk down the hall.

"What is it?" Burt demanded.

Wes glanced down at the paper in his hand briefly before meeting Burt's gaze steadily. "Kurt is suffering from arsenic poisoning."

"We come to you live from Los Angeles Regional Medical Center where Oscar winning actor Kurt Hummel is being treated for arsenic poisoning. A rep for the actor says that Hummel is expected to make a full recovery. Kurt's personal driver, Henry Castor admitted to the poisoning and was arrested last night."

Kurt turned off the television, he couldn't watch anymore. His head hurt, and he felt emotionally drained both physically and emotionally. Ever since Wes had told Kurt the truth, that he was being poisoned with arsenic, things had moved very quickly. He was immediately given drugs to counteract the poison in his bloodstream, which was thankfully not a lethal dose. And apparently the soup that Henry brought him earlier that day contained enough of the poison that it would have killed him. Realizing just how close to death he was, unnerved Kurt in a way that he never would have expected.

The detective who had questioned Henry came to talk to Kurt afterwards, and the story had finally came out. Henry admitted to the poisoning, in fact he was proud of it. He was a longstanding member of a extremist homophobic group and he made it his personal mission to take out one of the most obviously gay men in Hollywood. He had gained Kurt's trust over time and then he decided to slowly poison him over time until Kurt was killed, that way he could avoid detection as long as possible. Unfortunately Henry never anticipated Blaine Anderson to step in.

The cop had relayed how Henry had railed against Blaine's interference, how Henry had stopped poisoning Kurt for awhile to hopefully make Blaine stop snooping around. But when Kurt and Blaine became boyfriends, Henry decided to get Blaine out of the way. Henry had taken photos of Kurt's mansion, Blaine and his car to Frank so he would know who to target and things had almost gone to plan of course. Of course Frank was planning his own hit on Kurt if Henry's didn't work. It was out of complete desperation for Kurt to die that made Henry make his last foolish mistake to bring Kurt food.

"I don't understand," Kurt had said to the detective. "If he was trying to be so stealthy then why did he admit to trying to kill me."

"You must remember Mr. Hummel," the detective replied. "That this is a man who feels that your very existence is wrong. Yes he didn't want to be caught, he wanted to avoid that. But I believe that Henry is actually proud of what he did, and would never deny it."

It had made Kurt feel sick to his stomach to know that there were still homophobic jerks out there trying to ruin his life. He thought once that he would never have to deal with them when he left high school, but it seemed there would always be people out there hating him for who he was. And Kurt's proximity to the public eye would never change; he would always have haters no matter what accomplishments he made in life.

Suddenly there was a brief knock on Kurt's hospital door, and when the door opened Kurt gasped to see Blaine walk in and close the door behind him. Kurt was torn between wanting to scream obscenities at the man and wanting to hold him, but Kurt restrained himself. Blaine looked tired and miserable and when he drew closer to Kurt, he could tell that the man had obviously been crying.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said, his voice heavy with emotion.

"You're sorry!" Kurt gasped, frustration welling up in him. "I'm sorry if I missed something Blaine, but I thought we loved each other. You don't just abandon the person you love when they are lying in a hospital bed!"

"I know," Blaine replied. "And I deserve your anger."

"Good," Kurt said, though he was taken aback by Blaine's response. "Why did you do it?"

Blaine sighed and pulled one of the hospital chairs close so he could sit next to Kurt's hospital bed. He looked up for the first time, meeting Kurt's gaze head on. "I have a confession to make," he said. "I haven't been completely honest with you."

"What?" Kurt asked, his mind spinning through a dozen different possibilities.

"Two years ago I was engaged," Blaine started. Kurt stared in stunned silence, but waited patiently for Blaine to continue. "His name was Mark and we were so in love. Mark had diabetes since he was a child, but it was controlled when he got liver cancer."

Kurt gasped, "Oh Blaine."

Blaine put a hand up, "Let me finish or I never will." Kurt nodded. "He had surgery to remove the tumor, but it returned and metastasized so there was nothing we could do. He died two months before the wedding."

Blaine put his face into his hands then and wept silently for a minute and then looked up to face Kurt. "After his death I buried myself in my work, and honestly I never expected to find love again. You came into my life and showed me that there was more to life that I wasn't living, you changed me and made me a better man. Kurt I loved Mark, and I will never forget him, but what I felt for him was a candle compared with the inferno of feeling that I have for you. We are soul mates, heart and body and I never want to lose you."

"When I thought that," Blaine choked up. "When I thought that you were going to die, it felt like my world was ending. When Wes said that your liver enzymes were elevated it felt like the world was playing some cosmic joke on me. I would never be able to live with myself if you died and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I had reached my breaking point, and that is why I had to leave."

Kurt wiped an errant tear from his cheek, and grabbed Blaine's hand. "Don't ever do that to me again. I thought I did something wrong, I can't bear to lose you either."

"I'm sorry Kurt," Blaine said sadly. "I should never have left you. It was impulsive and so completely wrong. You didn't deserve that."

"I understand why you did it, even if it was hard to take," Kurt said. "I'm sorry about Mark."

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Blaine replied.

Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine's hand, "I love you even when you are impulsive and aren't thinking straight."

"I love you even when your hair is flat and you are wearing a hospital gown," Blaine joked.

"You are going to pay for that Doctor Anderson," Kurt protested in mock anger.

"I'm looking forward to that," Blaine replied. "For the rest of my life."

"Forever," Kurt agreed.

And they sealed their pledge with a kiss

The End