“Go away!” Kurt screamed, tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Even if Blaine couldn’t see, Rachel could; and she along with Quinn were staring at him with disbelief. They knew that Kurt was a hopeless romantic, undyingly so, and the fact that Kurt slammed Blaine’s super romantic gesture in his face was shocking to say the least. Despite all his promiscuous ways, Kurt was always the same at heart.

“Why are you doing this?” Blaine pleaded, his voice cracking a little at the end of his sentence. Kurt heard a thunk on the other side of the door, probably Blaine’s forehead. “I came here to spill my guts. I expected you to react a lot differently if I’m going to be honest.”

“Well sorry,” Kurt mumbled bitterly. “I don’t understand why you thought it was worth it.”

Blaine paused for a moment. “Please just open the door so we can talk about this,” he said softly. “I risked everything for you. You can show me that little kindness.”

“I don’t know why you did that, it was very stupid Blaine,” Kurt said through clenched teeth. “I don’t need your fucking pity parade! Just go back to your Dad and tell him you were just joking.”

“What?!” Blaine spluttered. “Pity?”

Kurt turned around so Blaine could hear him better. “Yes. Pity. You just felt bad because you left me after such a short run. Well whatever, any guy will kill to have me. You were right, it’s not worth to lose your job and your money on my behalf.”

Blaine was quiet for the longest time, and Kurt worried that he actually heeded his advice and left this time.

“It took me a bit to realize, Kurt,” Blaine began, his voice brimming with emotion. “But you’re the most important thing in my life. More important than my Dad’s money, or our walk on eggshells relationship, my teaching job. All of it. Because I know as long as I’m with you all my dreams will come true.”

Kurt put his fist into his mouth as Blaine spoke so he wouldn’t break down into sobs. It was the most beautiful, touching thing anyone has ever said to him in his entire life. It wasn’t about Blaine feeling bad for dumping Kurt who dealt with it by drinking and having sex too much. It was about love. It was about devotion and trust. It was about taking such a huge risk, putting yourself out on a ledge for someone else despite the own safety of your heart. Kurt was so deeply touched, he felt like he might explode from so much feeling.

What was he doing?

Kurt crawled up off the floor and pulled the door back open, which creaked loudly. When Kurt took in Blaine’s broken, kicked puppy-dog expression it was like Kurt seeing him for the first time all over again. So heartbreakingly handsome. His stunning eyes and profile. The fact that he was smaller than most men, but compact in the best way possible.

When Blaine saw Kurt’s awed expression, he knew he said something right. Slowly, but surely he walked forward, a breathtaking smile beginning to form on his lips. Kurt was struck by Blaine’s pearly whites, melting into his loving embrace and began to cry.

“I’m really sorry Blaine, I just... I-”

“Shhh, no It’s okay,” Blaine murmured, stroking Kurt’s hair and burying his face into his warm neck. “I’ve got you, I’m right here.”

Kurt pulled away after a while, his voice wavering and thankful Quinn and Rachel had retreated to their bedroom. “Blaine if you lose your apartment you can stay here as long as you want okay?”

Blaine cupped his cheek and kissed him tenderly, his thumb brushing over his light skin. “Thank you so much Kurt I really appreciate everything.”

“I just wish I knew who told on you,” Kurt said glumly, twining their fingers and pressing their foreheads together. “You’re a really good teacher, I don’t want you to get fired.”

“You and me both,” Blaine laughed without humor. “But all we can do is hope for the best. So far it seems like only my father knows about us outside our friends.”

Kurt nodded, not really knowing what to say, he was just really happy to have Blaine there. Despite all the ruckus he was making with frivolous booze and getting off, just the simple brush of Blaine’s fingertips was enough to make him feel better completely.

After cuddling on the couch for a while watching some mindless show with the girls, Kurt had fallen asleep, his searing hot forehead pressed against Blaine’s shoulder. It was clear Kurt wasn’t feeling well, so Blaine carried him to bed and held him all night, so thankful to have Kurt in his arms.

Kurt tossed and turned most of the night, clearing his throat and panting. Blaine wished he knew what to do, so he got some water and aspirin for when he woke up. Blaine was almost glad his mind was too abuzz to sleep, because Kurt would have kept him up otherwise, kicking off the sheets or pulling them up in a synchronized succession.

Blaine finally fell into a light restless slumber once Kurt had settled, his fever seeming to go down enough so Blaine wouldn’t have to worry so much. When Blaine woke very early he checked his phone to see that he had a missed call from his father. Nerves tightened in his stomach and his throat closed. Well this was it.

Blaine called him back with shaking fingers, trying to contain himself when the line opened with a, “Hello this is Mr. Anderson speaking.”

“Hi Dad,” Blaine croaked, leaving Kurt’s bedroom for the living room as to not wake him up. “It’s your son, you don’t need to answer it like that.”

“I rarely check the caller ID son,” his father responded in a clipped tone. “I see you that you realized I called.”

“Yeah,” Blaine prompted. “But you didn’t leave a message, is everything okay?”

“You tell me,” his father responded ominously. “I came back to your loft last night to see if you had changed your mind, but you weren’t there.”

“That’s because I’m at Kurt’s,” Blaine said shakily. “The student I’ve been seeing. I told him everything.”

“Blaine,” he said warningly. “You should know the consequences of your actions.”

“Franky, I don’t care dad,” Blaine let out forcefully. “I love him, and that is what’s most important to me. You and mom have never had what we do in your 20 years of marriage.”

Blaine’s father was quiet for a long time, but Blaine could tell he was still on the line because of faint clinking of something; a pen maybe.

His father took a deep breath, “Well you leave me with no choice then: I’m cutting you off.”

“Oh I’m so surprised,” Blaine mocked. “You’d rather care about image or pretend I was straight than actually be happy for me once in your life.”

“Watch your tone,” his father snapped. “I’ve given you everything, and is this how you repay me? For some kid? Blaine, I didn’t raise you to be stupid or naive. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“Well you’ve never been proud of me, no matter how much I’ve accomplished!” Blaine exploded, tears running freely down his face. “What’s the point of trying to impress you anymore if you never notice! I try and I try, Dad but nothing’s ever good enough. Well you know what? Kurt makes me feel like I’m good enough. He makes me feel like anything’s possible.”

His father was quiet again before, “You have until 7 to collect all your things. I want to get the loft ready for showing by tomorrow afternoon.”

And with that, he hung up, leaving Blaine the most devastated and lost he had ever felt in his life. Not even when he was beaten up at school for being gay. It was one thing for someone to outwardly not approve of you, but when it was somebody who was supposed to love you? It was the worst feeling in the world. Blaine really didn’t know what he would’ve done if his beacon of hope wasn’t lying in the next room.

Blaine crawled back into bed and started sobbing, promptly arousing Kurt from his sleep. “Blaine? Are you okay?”

“Just hold me,” Blaine asked in such a quiet, childish voice it broke Kurt’s heart. His fever completely washed away, all that mattered was that Blaine was upset.

Kurt pulled Blaine into his arms and kissed his hair, not even minding that probably tears and snot were soaking his pajama shirt. “Shh, baby it’s going to be okay,” Kurt chanted over and over again as he rocked Blaine.

It wasn’t until his sniffles and cries subsided that Blaine looked up at Kurt with his big, shining hazel eyes. “Thank you, Kurt,” Blaine repeated for the umpteenth time. “I don’t really deserve this after what I did to you-”

“Shut up,” Kurt said. “I’d do anything for you okay? I should be the one apologizing. You’re estranging yourself from the comfort of money and your father for me. That’s asking a lot.”

“You didn’t ask for it,” Blaine corrected. “I chose this, and I don’t regret it.”

Kurt traced his fingertip along Blaine’s wet, flushed cheek. “Then why are you crying?”

Blaine closed his eyes for a moment to give into the feeling. “I need to clear out all my things in the next couple hours. Do you mind helping me?”

“Of course,” Kurt said softly, leaning in to kiss Blaine sweetly, cupping his cheek and pulling him to his chest.

Blaine pulled away. “How are you feeling?” He had to ask because even though Kurt seemed fine today, he seemed really sick in the late hours.

Kurt nodded. “Yeah, I’m a little sore all over, but that’s it. No big deal.”

Blaine reached for the aspirin and water he grabbed a few hours ago. “Here, take these.”

Kurt and Blaine managed get most of Blaine’s clothes and other various essential items back to Kurt’s apartment just in time to get themselves both to the university. As Blaine settled into his desk, a worry-crease upon his forehead, Kurt felt helpless. He just wanted all the bad to go away. As nice as it will be to shack up together for a while, soon the initial excitement will die away and Blaine will realize that he made the wrong decision. Kurt felt like he was going to cry at the thought, so he looked over Blaine’s shoulder as he attempted to draw out a lesson plan, but Kurt could tell he was distracted.

“Baby,” Kurt whispered and Blaine looked up, his hazel eyes wide and sad. “Everything will be okay I promise.”

Kurt pressed his thumb up on Blaine’s worry crease and kissed him lightly. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, getting lost in the little world where only the two of them existed until Rachel walked in with a bang.

“Hey Blaine,” she greeted sympathetically. “It’s not just Kurt saying you can stay as long as you want with us, because you can.”

Blaine smiled at her. “Thanks Rachel. I just won’t know what I’ll do if I lose my job.”

“You can still stay with us,” Kurt insisted but Blaine looked even more upset.

“If I don’t have any money coming in I’ll feel like scum of the earth,” Blaine explained. “I need to compensate for your guys’ hospitality somehow.”

Rachel and Kurt took their seats as soon as students started lining in, groaning listlessly because of the early morning. Also, Blaine realized with a jolt, people were supposed to perform their mid-term finals today. He really needed to get his mind back in order.

Blaine managed to concentrate and give valuable feedback as the students broke into their memorized pieces with believability, but he worried over whether Kurt was well enough to perform. Blaine had insisted that Kurt stay home today because he was still looking a little flushed, but he refused outright. Kurt wanted to make sure that whoever had told on Blaine to his father wasn’t going to tell the faculty too. If that shit storm came, Kurt wanted to be there to hold Blaine’s hand, even though their relationship was the reason all these bad things were happening.

Who was it that told? Blaine wondered again for the millionth time that day. It was in that moment that everything forever. On the corner of Blaine’s eye he saw Kurt catch against his chair just as he stood up, looking like he was going to double over and puke.

“Kurt?” Rachel asked worriedly. “Are you okay?”

All the students and Blaine got to their feet just in time to see Kurt’s eyelashes flutter before promptly passing out to the floor.