Kurt’s alarm went off early that morning waking both boys from their peaceful sleep.

“Is it morning already?” Kurt yawned sitting up, immediately grabbing the blanket that had been kicked off the bed to cover his naked form.

“No. Sleep. Now.” Blaine mumbled.

Kurt couldn’t help but smile at his sleeping boyfriend, Blaine was beautiful. Kurt wished he could wake up next to him every day.

But he couldn’t, and he wouldn’t be. For awhile at least.

Oh god he was going to miss this wonderful boy.

Before Kurt knew it he was beginning to cry.

He was already to get help, he was okay with going, but something inside of him snapped when he realized he’d be leaving Blaine.

“I can’t do this.” He cried over and over again.

He ran to the bathroom and grabbed his razor blade.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” He repeated as he pierced his skin with the blade.

The blood flowed freely out of his body and he felt a tad bit relieved as he watched the red liquid drip off his wrist.

No, he did it again.

Without even realizing it, he turned to cutting when his depression and anxiety became too much.

Oh god, he was trying to get better, he really was. But then he went and did something like this?

How could he?

He was so angry with himself he picked up the blade and cut himself again. “How. Could. You. Do. This.” He said punctuating each word with a new cut.

Ahhh, he was doing it again.

He really did have no control.

Maybe going there would be better for him then he imagined.

He put down the blade, tended to his wounds, and went back into his bedroom.

Kurt lay down almost on top of Blaine burying his face in Blaine’s chest.

“Blaine, wake up I need you.” He cried.

“Need you too.” Blaine said flirtatiously, grinding their hips together.

Kurt laughed. “Not like that, I need you.” Kurt cried.

“What’s wrong?” Blaine asked.

“I did it again. I got all worked up. And I did it again. I’m so sorry. I need help. I can’t control it.” Kurt cried.

“Oh Kurt.” Blaine sighed. He kissed over Kurt’s newly bandaged wounds and held Kurt’s hand. “Come on, let’s get dressed and you can say your goodbyes and we can go.” Blaine suggested.

“Okay.” Kurt said.

“Did we finish packing last night?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah, I think we did. Let me change and then I’ll go put my bag in your car.” Kurt replied.

“Okay, no rush.”

Before long both boys finished dressing, Kurt’s bag was in the trunk of Blaine’s car, and all that was left to be done before Kurt was admitted to his indefinite stay, was to say goodbye to his parents and Finn.

Each one hugged the boy and told him they loved him and they wished him luck.

With that Kurt was on his way.

“I’m going to miss you Kurt.” Blaine said as they drove to the hospital.

“I’m going to miss you too. At least it’s the hospital where Carole works so I’m sure you can visit whenever you want. You know if you want to visit.” Kurt responded.

“Of course I would want to visit you, I love you.” Blaine laughed at how Kurt doubted him. He probably shouldn’t laugh because it was one of Kurt’s mental illnesses that caused him to think like that, but it was still silly for Kurt to doubt Blaine’s love.

“I love you too.”

“Don’t ever forget that I love you Kurt. I’m yours and always will be.” Blaine smiled.

Before Kurt could respond Blaine was singing

“Well you done done me and you bet I felt it. I tried to be chill but you’re so hot that I melted. I fell right through the cracks, now I’m trying to get back. Before the cool done run out I’ll be giving it my bestest. And nothing’s going to stop me but divine intervention. I reckon it’s again my turn to win some or learn some.”

“But I won’t hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I’m yours.”

“Well open up your mind and see like me. Open up your plans and damn you’re free. Look into your heat and you’ll find love love love love. Listen to the music of the moment people, dance and sing. We’re just one big family. And it’s our God-forsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved.”

“So I won’t hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait, I’m sure. There’s need to complicate, our time is short. This is our fate, I’m yours.” Blaine sang beautifully, earning a smile and a kiss on the cheek from Kurt.

“You’re a dork.” Kurt teased.

“But, I’m yours.” Blaine said in a sing song voice.

“I love you Blaine.”

“I love you too. So how are you feeling? Are you nervous?” Blaine asked.

“Not really nervous, I mean I am. But it’s like I’m just beginning. Like my life is a blank page and I’m yet to fill it. I am-” Kurt began.

“Unwritten?” Blaine supplied.

“I am unwritten, can’t read my mind. I’m undefined. I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplanned.” Kurt sang.

“Staring at the blank page before you open up the dirty window. Let sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste, release your inhibitions. Feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in.”

“No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken, life your life with arms wide open.”

“Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten. Oh, oh, oh.” Kurt sang.

“That’s a nice way to look at it Kurt.” Blaine smiled.

“Thanks, I’m trying to stay positive.” Kurt replied.

“Good, as long as you stay positive everything will be fine.”

“Oh god, we’re here.” Kurt gulped.

“Come on, I’ll go sign you in.” Blaine said as he pulled into a parking spot and got out to open Kurt’s door.

After Blaine signed him in and they exchanged paper work it was official.

Kurt had just been admitted to the physciatric ward in Lima Hospital, where he would be staying until he was healed.

However long that would be.

“I guess this is goodbye.” Blaine said sadly.

“I’ll never say goodbye to you.” Kurt replied pulling Blaine into a passionate kiss.

The two boys pulled apart and looked into each other’s eyes.

“Never thought we’d have a last kiss.” Blaine sang quietly.

“No, don’t go singing some sad Taylor Swift song or I’m never going to let you go.” Kurt laughed squeezing Blaine tighter.

“Goodbye for now Kurt.”

“I love you Blaine.”

“I love you too. I’ll be back to visit as soon as I can. I promise.”

“I’m going to get better as quickly as I can, I’ll be out of here soon. You’ll see. And then we’ll live our lives they way they were supposed to be. I’ll get better.” Kurt told him.

Blaine hugged him one last time and pulled away.

He whispered I love you and heard a faint I love you too as he turned the corner and left.

He knew it was for the best, but he hated leaving Kurt here all alone.

This may have just been a temporary goodbye but it still hurt.

But doesn’t saying goodbye always hurt?