SPECIAL: What's the point anymore? What's the point?

Cooper bolts out of the house and he doesn't have to turn around to know that Kurt's right on his heels. Carole runs out of the kitchen after them.

"Where are you two going?" she calls.

"Blaine's in trouble," is the only thing Kurt says before Cooper wretches the front door open and they both bound down the driveway. Cooper opens the door of his car and jumps in, wincing as his wet body touches the warm and dry interior of the car. He slides the key into the ignition as Kurt sinks into the front seat next to him. As the car comes to life, Cooper's mind races. He thinks of all the places where Blaine could have gone, but there's only one place where Blaine would be at this time. The car moves quickly and both Cooper and Kurt keep their eyes on the road in front of them, not saying a word to each other.

After about twenty minutes of silent driving, Cooper glances over at Kurt and the worried expression on Kurt's face makes his chest tighten and his stomach lurch painfully. It suddenly hits him: he might lose his baby brother. Cooper slows the car to a stop outside the abandoned playground of the elementary school he and Blaine had both attended when they were younger before it was closed down. The memory of spending days hanging out with Blaine on the roof afterschool when Cooper was in high school and Blaine was barely up to his hip hits Cooper hard and he slumps over the steering wheel sobbing. Kurt opens his mouth to speak, but he's cut off by Cooper's voice, muffled by his arms as he buries his face into them.

"Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm an ass. I-I just... I can't lose my baby brother," Cooper cries. "I thought the day he got beat up was it. I thought I would never see him again. I got scared and ran. I didn't know where I was going; I just couldn't be there." Kurt puts a hand on Cooper's shoulder.

"I would never hurt Blaine on purpose. I never would," Kurt says through his own tears. Cooper raises his head and looks at him.

"I know," Cooper admits. "I wasn't angry at you. I was angry at myself. Because w-what if it's my fault Blaine is so messed up? You know what he told me the day before I came to you? He told me that even if you broke his heart, it would be okay because at least he knew what it was like to be loved." Cooper slumps back in his seat. "I'm his brother and he goes on and tells me that he's willing to be heartbroken because he doesn't know how it feels to be loved. And he says it like that's just the way life works."

"We'll find him," Kurt says, though Cooper can hear the doubt in his voice. "We will find him." Cooper nods at him and opens the door, sliding out. Kurt looks around, unsure of where they are, but he steps out of the car and walks behind Cooper. They walk toward an old building with graffiti on the stone walls and garbage bags over the windows. Kurt tries to ignore the annoying squeak and squish of their shoes as Cooper leads him to the back entrance of the school.

The back door seems to be locked tight, but Cooper pulls out a hairpin from the pocket of his wet jeans and jams it into the lock. He expertly gets the door open and the way he takes a quick glance around before ducking his head down and stepping into the darkened hallway. Kurt can barely see the staircase across from the door and he wonders what they're doing there when they could be looking for Blaine.

Cooper exhales. "I just needed to get out of that rain for a second and think," he says. "Blaine is definitely here somewhere. This place is his ‘safety zone'." Cooper looks Kurt right in the eyes when he says, "He came out to me on the roof here." Kurt nods absentmindedly. The school isn't very large, but the courtyard is. Blaine could be anywhere.

"Maybe we should, uh, go outside and look for him," Kurt suggests. Cooper sighs, but gives Kurt a firm nod.

They step out into the rain and look around, calling Blaine's name with every step they make. He came out to me on the roof here. Kurt doesn't know why that sentence keeps playing in his head. This place is his ‘safety zone'. Kurt raises his head and looks at the roof.

A gasp escapes from Kurt's lips and he swears his heart stopped beating. He calls to Cooper and points to the top of the building. Cooper runs over to him and looks up, searching for whatever Kurt saw. Kurt hopes he just dreamed it. He hopes his mind made it up to torture him for some sick reason. But a flash of lightening shows them a dark figure on the roof of the school and, in an instant, they're racing up the stairs.

When they reach the door leading to the roof, Cooper hesitates. Kurt turns to him.

"What?" Kurt says irritably.

"I-I can't. I can't see him like that," Cooper says. He looks down at his feet and mumbles, "I'll be here if you need me." Kurt wants to hit Cooper. He wants to slap in the face and yell at him to be a man and to be there for his brother, but he doesn't because right now, he had to be there for Blaine. Kurt huffs as he opens the door, leaving Cooper where he stood. Kurt gazes out into the rain and sees a shadowed figure slumped forward and it takes Kurt a minute to realize that it's Blaine on his knees a foot away from the ledge.

Before he knows it, Kurt finds himself on the cold concrete floor of the roof, staring at Blaine's profile.

"Blaine," he says softly. Blaine doesn't stir. Kurt tries again, his voice louder this time. "Blaine." Blaine turns to Kurt, but doesn't look him in the eyes. "Blaine, w-what were you going to do?"

Blaine's gaze drops to the floor and Kurt watches as his eyes momentarily dart to the edge of the building. Oh.

"Cooper's on the other side of the door," Kurt says. He doesn't know what else to say. A tense silence hangs in the air between them. The only sound is of the rain as it pours around them. Kurt sees Blaine shiver slightly as the wind breezes past them and he fights the urge to whip his coat off and hang it around him. Kurt inhales, taking in the smell of wet concrete.

"I was going to jump," Blaine says in a voice so low that Kurt hopes he just imagined it.

"What?" Kurt asks, but he doesn't need clarification. He doesn't want to hear it. He wants to pretend none of this happened and just go home with Blaine by his side.

"I was going to jump." Kurt swears he feels his heart stop. His head starts spinning and slumps forward, wrapping his arms around Blaine's body. Before he knows it, he's sobbing. His tears mix with the rain as they fall down his face, and he feels Blaine shaking, sobbing with him.

Kurt rests his forehead against Blaine's shoulder and he hears as a pair of footsteps approach them. He hears the squelch of boots as he sees Cooper crouch over them. Cooper's in front of them with his hand gently rubbing Blaine's back.

"B," Cooper says, his voice coming out strangled as if he had been crying. Blaine doesn't look up. "B. B-Blaine, look at me. Blaine, please look at me." Blaine lifts his head slowly and looks his brother in the eyes.

"Coop," Blaine whispers.

"Yeah, it's Coop. It's me," Cooper says soothingly. He smiles at Blaine, but Kurt notices it's not the same smile he usually directs at people. It's a sad smile, mixed with confusion and fear. Kurt takes this as an opportunity to slide to the floor, as his legs have began to protest the prolonged squatting. He sits on the ground next to Blaine, ignoring how wet and hard it feels on his jeans, and pulls knees up, so he can rest his chin on them.

"I'm sorry," Blaine says. Cooper cocks his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows.

"Sorry for what?" he asks.

"For not being better," Blaine replies. "For not being a better brother."

Cooper uses his other hand to ruffle Blaine's hair reassuringly. "You're the best. I'm the one that's a terrible brother."

Blaine shakes his head. "No, it's me," he says, his voice thick like he's moments away from sobbing. "I try to be perfect, but I end up doing everything wrong."

"No, it's not you. It's not, honestly," Cooper says, inching closer to his brother.

"Then why do you leave all the time?" Blaine asks. Cooper's mouth falls open and he mouths words, but nothing comes out. He looks uncertainly over to Kurt, eyes begging for help. "Why don't Mom and Dad talk to me like other parents talk to their kids? Why doesn't Kurt love me anymore?"

Cooper shoots Kurt a scathing look. His nostrils flare and his lips form a pale thin line as his eyes narrow at Kurt.

"Honey," Kurt says, choosing to ignore the death glare Cooper's giving him. A fight is the last thing he, and Blaine, need right now. Kurt moves closer to Blaine so that their shoulders are parallel. "What makes you think I don't love you?"

"Because of Karofsky."

Kurt ignores another icy gaze from Cooper and strokes Blaine's shoulder. "What about Karofsky?" Kurt asks, but Blaine just shakes his head.

"I'm not good enough for you," Blaine says.

"What makes you think that?" he asks. Blaine laughs bitterly and looks away.

"Everyone thinks it. I can't protect you. I never know the right things to say. I'm useless," Blaine says, his voice quivering with anger. "Why are you even with me?"

"Everyone thinks--Blaine." Kurt cups Blaine's face with his hands. "Did someone say something to you? Was it someone from glee club?"

"They don't have to say anything," Blaine retorts. "Everyone knows you and Rachel are going to be the ones who make it and Finn and I will just be in the background. Rachel and Finn can't be in the same place without fighting and breaking up every few seconds, and you and I are just deluding ourselves."

Kurt gapes at him. He takes a second to compose himself before asking slowly: "Exactly how are we deluding ourselves?"

Blaine snorts derisively. "Kurt, I'm your first boyfriend. You fell in love with me when you were vulnerable and scared and needed a hero to look up to. And I stupidly played along, pretending to be perfect a-and," Blaine chokes back a sob. "I'm not perfect. I try so hard to be, but I'm not."

Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's shoulders. "Honey, you don't have to be perfect. You're perfect to me," he says into Blaine's ear, but Blaine shakes his head.

"I'm not good enough for you, Kurt," Blaine says. "I'm not good enough for anybody."

Kurt pulls Blaine closer so their heads are touching. Inches from Blaine's face, with water pouring down between them, Kurt says, "You listen to me, Blaine Anderson. You're the only I want and would ever want. There is nothing between me and David. Nothing."

Blaine blinks away his tears and swallows. "You mean that?"

"I do," Kurt says.

"Only me?"

Kurt smiles. "Only you."

Kurt's lips brush against Blaine's. He presses harder, bringing a hand to Blaine's cheek. He hears as Cooper mumbles something about keeping the car warm and then his distancing footsteps. Kurt takes in air through his nose and kisses Blaine harder, not opening his mouth and sliding his tongue through. Just lips against lips. Kurt feels as the pouring rain clings on Blaine's eyelashes and fall as Blaine's eyes flutter closed. He doesn't know if the wetness he feels on his face is just the rain, his tears, Blaine's tears, or a mixture of the three. He doesn't know how long he can stay crouched on the floor before he legs start to complain again. He doesn't know if he can catch pneumonia from being in the rain this long.

But there's one thing that Kurt does know: right now, at this very moment, Blaine Anderson is alive and well in his arms.