It was night time. They were sitting on Blaine's bed again, the room only lit by the series of small lamps and moonlight, Blaine looking absolutely terrified, Kurt looking immensely worried. Blaine had not given Kurt his confession letter yet. After much consideration he had decided he would have Kurt read it in front of him, to give Kurt the chance to yell and storm at him, as he deserved. Kurt had no idea why Blaine had called him over here just to sit in a tense silence for an increasing amount of time. Blaine looked on the verge of tears, and crazy worries kept swirling their way through Kurt's brain. Was Blaine going to say the kiss was some huge mistake? Was he going to end their friendship? Was Blaine hurt? By the time Blaine looked willing to do something other than stare at his hands in utter horror, Kurt felt as though his chest was being twisted into a tight bun of anxiety.

"Kurt" Blaine began, a little louder than he had planned and hastily lowered his voice, "I wrote you a letter, and I think you should read it. Like, now, and I'm sorry, because. Well…here." Blaine handed the letter to Kurt with trembling fingers. Kurt looked slightly relieved and promptly opened the letter and began to read 'dear Kurt…"

By the time Kurt had reached the end of the letter, he had no idea what emotions he was feeling. Kurt didn't know about drugs, he had never felt that pull towards them that so many others did; in fact, he had absolutely no idea what codeine even was. He didn't understand addiction, though he certainly understood desire. Still feeling oddly emotionless, Kurt looked up at Blaine. To his surprise, he found Blaine with his face in his hands, very slightly trembling. In that moment Kurt's mind went from completely emotionless to an immense feeling of compassion and protectiveness. Blaine was sitting there in front of him looking Broken, looking so fragile the he might just be blown away like a puff of smoke, the rays of moonlight hitting his skin in waves, making him look almost transparent. He hastily moved forward, only hesitating for a second before wrapping his arms around Blaine, trying to put in as much emotion and understanding as he could. Did Blaine expect him to be angry? It sounded so in the letter. Blaine has said he was sorry so many times, but Kurt hardly felt he needed to. Everyone kept secrets, even Kurt. This was Blaine's secret, and the fact that he was telling Kurt meant the world to him. Kurt felt Blaine's arms slowly wrap around him, and after a few seconds Blaine was clinging onto Kurt for dear life.

They did not sob, but tears fell from both boys faces as they shared this emotional intimacy. Kurt was there for Blaine, even though he was Broken, even though he had lied, even though he was scared. And then they were kissing, their lips moving together so fiercely yet so passionately that the sensation seemed to bellow throughout the room like noise. A Broken boy and his small ray of light that shone like the sun in the world that had been ripped from him. Kurt was the only thing in the world, and in that moment, Kurt was there to be everything Blaine needed, and Blaine accepted another's help as he had never done before, his walls being ripped apart brick by brick.

They could have been kissing for minutes, or maybe hours, they neither knew nor cared. Once they broke apart, Blaine, almost instinctively said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare." Said Kurt softly. "Everyone has their secrets, Blaine. Everyone is Broken, Even me."