“What’s up?” Wes asked as he reached him.

“Kurt can’t come today, something’s happened with Blaine and he needs him.” David replied, his brow crinkling with concern for his friend.

“That’s fine, Blaine’s our top priority. As long as he’s ok we can make do without Kurt.” Wes sighed.
...
From: David
Hey Kurt, that’s fine. Blaine is more important than rehearsal. Just look after him, and we’ll see you early tomorrow. – David
...
Later that evening Kurt climbed out of his car and made his way up the front path to Blaine’s house and knocked on the door.
“Oh, Kurt sweetie! You’re earlier than we expected. Thanks for coming over, I know Blaine really needs you right now.” Mrs Anderson said as she answered the door.
“It’s ok, I feel awful, I should have been here more.” Kurt replied looking slightly guilty.
“Stop blaming yourself, we all know he’d break eventually, you never knew. Besides you were organising a surprise for him.” She relied as Kurt followed her into the house.
“He’s in his room, head on up and just shout if you need anything.” She said turning round to face Kurt when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Slowly Kurt made his way up the stairs, and towards Blaine’s room where the door was slightly cracked.
“Hey,” Kurt said winding his arms around Blaine’s waist as he came up behind his boyfriend sat at his desk opposite the door.
Blaine tensed slightly at the unexpected contact, but relaxed back into his boyfriends arms.
“Hey,” Blaine replied his lips turning up into a shy smile as he turned in his chair pecking his boyfriend on the lips.
“I’m sorry about earlier. I never meant for that to-” Blaine began before being cut off by Kurt’s lips on his.
“You have nothing to apologise for.” Kurt emphasized after effectively ending Blaine’s apologies. “I should have been here for you. You needed me, and I wasn’t here.” Kurt said leading Blaine over to sit on the bed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, I’m so, so sorry.” Kurt said wrapping his arms back around Blaine’s waist once more.
“Kurt, stop apologising. You can’t just drop everything for me. You have your own life too.” Blaine said leaning his head against Kurt’s shoulder.
“I just feel bad, I wasn’t here when you needed me the most.” Kurt replied, rubbing soothing circles on Blaine’s hip with his thumb.
“Well you’re here now.” Blaine replied, kissing Kurt’s collar bone softly. “I actually talked to Dr Burch today.” Blaine continued hesitantly.
“Good,” Kurt smiled. “Did it help?” He asked.
“A bit, I, uh, I talked about you, and us.” Blaine said attempting to hide his slight blush in Kurt’s shoulder. “I told her about the attack. It, it felt good to finally tell someone about it. I know I told you but I think I finally realised that sometimes I need to let other people in too.” Blaine sighed.
“I am so, so proud of you Blaine. I know it may not seem like it now, but things will get better, they already are. I promise. Now, you said you hadn’t been sleeping, and I cleared it with dad so I can stay over tonight. So why don’t you try and sleep, I’ll be here the whole time.” Kurt said, lifting his hand to gently touch the dark circles under Blaine’s eyes.
“Hmmm, ok, will you, uh, will you sing to me though?” Blaine asked in a small voice.
“Of course, now go put some pyjamas on and we can get you some sleep.” Kurt replied moving them into a sitting position so Blaine could get up.
...
Five minutes later Kurt and Blaine were curled up together in Blaine’s bed. Kurt singing softly to Blaine as he smoothed his hair back from his face.
White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange men

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
And she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/ed_sheeran/the_a_team.html ]
And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries

And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cos we're just under the upperhand
And go mad for a couple of grams
But she don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we'll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She's in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since 18
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we're all under the upperhand
Go mad for a couple of grams
And we don't want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It's too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
Angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Angels to die

“I love you Blaine.” Kurt whispered softly to the sleeping boy in his arms. “Always.” he murmured placing a soft kiss to Blaine’s temple before drifting off to sleep himself.

“They’re good for each other, aren’t they?” Mr Anderson said turning to his wife as they watched the scene from the door of their son’s room.

“They really, really are. It’s not fair what’s happened to both of them. There’s nothing wrong with love. Some people just don’t see that though.” His wife replied resting her head on his shoulder, before silently closing the bedroom door and making their way down the hall.