An hour or so later Kurt came home, he peeked into the room and smiled when he saw Sam sitting now on the floor playing his acoustic, but his smile faltered when he saw me where I was sitting on his bed.

“Kurt, I’m sorry.” I said and he frowned.

“So, um, I guess you know now. That’s um yeah. That’s so um. Sorry.” He stuttered not really sure what he even wanted to say to me.

“Kurt don’t apologize, I was just shocked. I would never judge you. No judgment remember? I was just worried, I hadn’t known you had been hurting yourself or that you were depressed or anything. I was just worried for you. I really care about you.” I explained and he smiled, but his smile soon fell.

“Why would anyone care about me?” He laughed bitterly.

“Kurt, you know I care about you. And so does Blaine. We’re only looking out for you.” Sam said setting down his guitar and standing to wrap his arms around Kurt’s waist.

“Sam, I told you not to worry about me. Worry about yourself.” Kurt frowned and kissed Sam’s forehead.

“I always worry about you love. Blaine does too. We want to help you.” Sam said and Kurt laughed.

“I don’t need help. I’m fine.” Kurt said waving him off.

“Fine isn’t writing suicide notes in your own blood.” Sam said harshly and Kurt started to cry.

“I said I wasn’t ready to talk about that. And fuck you I thought it was artsy.” Kurt said, the last part teasing, but his emotions were too heavy to express the lightness in his tone.

“Kurt, what Sam means is we don’t want to see anything happen to you. I want to be there for you, I want to protect you, and I want to make you happy.” I smiled at Kurt and Kurt removed himself from Sam’s embrace and walked over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“Blaine, you are the sweetest, kindest, most adorable person I know. You’ve had it hard in life, but you’ve pulled through. You’re a great student, and an awesome friend. You’re full of talents and love. And you have the biggest heart I’ve ever known. Just promise me one thing. Don’t get involved with me, I’m damaged goods. I’m too far gone. You and Sam just need to worry about yourselves don’t worry about me. I’m not worth it.” Kurt explained softly, his words breaking my heart one syllable at a time.

“But you are worth it.” I said my voice broken.

“Shhh just let me go.” Kurt comforted me and dried my tears.

“You are worth it Kurt. You’ve been through the ringer, but you can make it. I believe in you. You’re so strong. You’re inspiring and beautiful and kind. And I think I’m falling in love with you. I just want to help you Kurt. You’re so strong; just let me help you help yourself. You will pull through Kurt. You will always overcome. You are so much greater that you can even see, and I wish you’d let me show you that side of you. Because you truly are incredible Kurt Hummel.” I explained and Kurt looked torn, at first he didn’t respond but soon he was crying and his lips were pressed to mine.

My lips parted in surprise and his tongue melted into my mouth, our lips moving and sliding together in an intoxicating dance. The taste of Kurt heavy in my mouth and his hands wrapping around my neck and toying with my loose curls as he pulled me closer to him. My hands fell to his hips, grabbing his body tightly, my thumbs pressed against his hip bones, and my fingers grazing against his ass as Kurt slipped a leg in between mine pressing us closer together.

I never wanted that moment to end, but when it did his glistening eyes expressed to me everything I needed to know. Yes he was messed up, but yes he would make it through.

“No one’s ever told me something like that.” Kurt whispered his voice lower and more scratchy than normal.

“No one’s ever kissed me like that.” I replied stealing a chaste kiss from his lips before protectively wrapping my arm around his waist and holding him close to my side.

In that moment I felt sad for Sam, I knew how much he cared for Kurt. But I knew Kurt didn’t feel that way for Sam. Kurt considered their relationship purely friendship, friendship that allows for sex and cuddling and whispered I love you’s, but strictly friendship. Kurt helping Sam get a fix, and Sam helping Kurt not kill himself. But I also knew that to Sam it was so much more, Sam loved Kurt, Sam would do anything for Kurt, he didn’t want to be just friends, and he wanted to be soul mates. But because Kurt couldn’t see that, Sam knew he couldn’t compete.

Not that there was a competition. I don’t want to hurt Sam; he’s my friend just as much as Kurt is. I want him to be happy as well, he definitely deserves happiness. I’m not competing for Kurt’s love. And as far as I’m considered Sam and I are a tag team helping to fix Kurt. We’re like Cyclops and Wolverine; we’re this superhuman duo, working together to save a life.

Yes in the end I would love to be with Kurt, it would be an honor. But I would be just as happy to keep him as a friend and see him safe. And to me that’s what love is.

"So um you're both in glee club btws." I said breaking the comfortable silence. 
"Well duh, did you hear how amazing we were!" Sam said with a laugh. 
"Rachel didn't know what fucking hit her. Serves her right judgey punk." Kurt said crossing his arms across his tight chest.
"Judgey punk? Really? That's the insult your going for?" Sam laughed and Kurt stuck his tongue out. 
"So now that they have enough memebers are they still here or did they go home?" Kurt asked gesturing towards upstairs. 
"Nah its a sleepover." I explained and Kurt chuckled. 
"We should do something to mess with them." Sam said devieously and Kurt winked at him.
"When they fall asleep we should put their hands in bowls of warm water so they piss themselves. Or draw like dicks on their faces or something" Kurt suggested and Sam grabbed a Sharpie off the desk he was leaning on. 
"Rachel would be pissed." I said and Kurt smiled at me.
"You're catching on babe." He said with a smirk kissing my forehead. 
I didn't respond, whether he meant it or not Kurt Hummel called me babe.

It was just before two am and we snuck upstairs to find everyone asleep. Sam and Kurt started 'giving makeovers' and I helped out by filling a bowl with warm water. 
"Okay here you go." I whispered handing Kurt the bowl of water.
"Go put Rachel's hand in it, consider it your initiation to the skanks." Kurt smiled and I happily walked over to do as I was told. The funniest part is I tripped over where Puck was asleep on the floor and the water flew out of my hands splashing all over where Rachel and Finn were lying on the sofa. 
"What the hell!?" Rachel screamed wiping water off her face and I turned around and ran, Kurt grabbed my hand and we ran away, jumping down the steps of the ladder and pulling Sam along with us.
We landed in a pile on the floor and Kurt's laughter was enough to melt my heart. I swear in that moment he was genuinely happy. Not just because we got Rachel but simply because its one of those moments where everyone's together doing something fun and you just can't atop laughing because its fucking 2 am and everything's hysterical. I don't think I'll ever forget that smile. He clung to my chest absolutely shaking with laughter his smile lighting up his face. He truly was beautiful. 
I kissed his smoking face and he held me tight. 
"I want to see that smile of yours more often." I said and he smiled sweetly, calming his laughter and caressing my face. And I had never loved someone more.