Kurt walked silently down junior hall of Dalton academy on his way to Blaine’s room. Kurt looked down both halls before knocking on Blaine’s door.

Kurt heard him get off his bed and his feet slide across the hard wood floors. The opened and Blaine smiled at Kurt.

"You get my text?" Kurt asked stepping into his best friend’s room.

"Nope, my phone is dead I dropped it this weekend." Blaine confessed. "What did it say?"

"I was wondering if I could borrow your laptop I need to send my paper before midnight," Kurt asked smiling a bit.

"Sure, are you going to come back?" Blaine asked always willing to spend time Kurt.

"Of course, it will take me 10 minutes my computer keeps dropping the internet." Kurt said as he watched Blaine unplug his laptop and bring it to him.

"Here you password is Katy Perry," Blaine smiled, "just walk in when you come back. I'll leave the door open." Blaine said patting Kurt’s shoulder.

"I will, you're a life save Blaine warbler." Kurt smiled and walked out the room. He crept around the corner to his own dorm.

Kurt laughed a bit as he typed Blaine’s password. The computer already had Mr. Ford's internet page open. Blaine must have turned his paper in this afternoon as well. Kurt worked quickly to send his paper with only minutes to spare.

Kurt closed the internet window and saw a video Blaine made either really late last night or early this morning. Time stamp said 4:53. Kurt was hesitant to press play, he didn't want to snoop around Blaine computer the window was already open. Kurt put headphones on and listened to what ever Blaine was working on so late into the morning.

Its four A.M. again Father, forgive me this sin Uncomfortable in this life, yeah I can’t put down this knife, yeah I’m carving words in my arms, baby Hey, scars are part of my charm, maybe

I need the touch of a hand. This isn’t what I had planned. I need relief from this life I wanna slip away into the night, Don’t wanna see the sun again But can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind. I wish the ocean was warm; I feel like drowning.

I’m losing my faith in me I can’t remember the last time I felt free From voices inside my head When I taste liberation, they just feed me fear instead

You say I’m out of control, At least I still have a soul. No, I don’t need your advice, some compassion would be nice.

I need relief from this life I wanna slip away into the night. Don’t wanna see the sun again, but can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind. I wish the ocean was warm; I feel like drowning.

I can’t take any more of your pills. They hold my head up, but still it feels so wrong. I can’t believe the price that I’ve paid for this chemically-induced, perceivably ideal, take-it-with-a-glass-of-water day.

I need relief from this life, I wanna slip away into the night. Don’t wanna see the sun again, but can’t get swallowed up by this tragic whirlwind. I wish the ocean was warm; I feel like drowning

Kurt stared into the computer screen his tears falling freely now that he has found out his crush was so depressed. He removed his hand from over his mouth and logged out of Blaine’s computer.

Kurt couldn't think straight, should he confront Blaine or does he ignore it. Kurt thought about going to Wes or David but senior halls are too far and usually watched closer then junior hall.

Kurt shouldn't tell anyone, it wasn't his secret to tell. But he couldn't ignore it. He stepped over to his bathroom and washed his tear streaked face.

Kurt gathered Blaine’s computer and snuck back out the hall. He took soft breaths to keep from crying again. His hand gripped Blaine’s doorknob tightly before opening it. Blaine was sleeping on his bed but woke up at the sound of the door closing.

"Kurt," Blaine said sleepily, "all done?" He asked stretching his hands over his head. Kurt turned and put the laptop down not exactly trusting his voice now.

"Blaine," Kurt started completely unsure how to start. "We haven't talked in a while," Kurt turned around slowly. "How was spring break with Cooper?"

"Boring I've been to the beach every year since junior high. And my dad and his mistress or whatever she is..." Blaine yawned. "She and I don't get along." Blaine lay back down. "Can we talk in the morning?"

"I saw your video," Kurt confessed. Blaine closed his eyes and shook his head a bit. "I'm not going to lie to you I wasn't expecting that when I pressed play I just love hearing you sing. I didn't want to get into your business or anything like that, but I'm sorry I looked at it." Kurt’s voice became a whisper as he noticed Blaine was crying.

"Blaine," Kurt walked to him knelled beside his bed. "I'm here for you." Kurt took Blaine’s hand.

"I'm tired Kurt," Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Kurt’s companionate face. "I just can't do it anymore. It’s too hard."

"Blaine," Kurt’s own tears were streaming down his cheeks. "You mean so much to me, just because your parents don't see it doesn't mean the world doesn't. You are amazing in every way possible." Kurt said in a firm voice.

Blaine looked at him believing all the words being said. "I hate the pills, and the family therapy, it’s all fake, and I just want it to stop." Blaine sobbed. Kurt ran his free hand through Blaine’s curly hair.

"Just talk to me. I am here for you no matter what is going on. Forever I am on your side. Look at me Blaine. I mean it."

"Stay with me?" Blaine asked in a shaky inaudible voice.

"Always." Kurt said as Blaine scooted back in his bed and let Kurt climb in not letting go of his hand. Kurt pressed a soft kiss to Blaine’s forehead.

It was quite for a moment Kurt’s thumb ran circles over Blaine’s hand. "Hey Kurt," Blaine mumbled before sniffling.

"Yes Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Thank you."

"Of course, anything you want I'll give you." Kurt promised. Blaine smiled.

"Can I have...a kiss?"

Kurt looked into Blaine’s hopeful eyes and was eager to meet his lips. Kurt leaned forward slowly his stomach fluttering ever so slightly. Blaine shocked Kurt but that didn't stop him; their lips met softly Blaine’s stubble tickled Kurt’s lips as he began to move them softly.

Though Blaine’s cheeks were wet, his kiss was smooth and blissful. Kurt couldn't help but ask why self what were they waiting for exactly. Blaine pulled away first Kurt’s eyes fluttered open as he stared into a wide Smile.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while." Blaine said.

"Me too," Kurt said a little breathless. Blaine pulled Kurt in to snuggle with him.

"Thank you Kurt, you save me all the time," Blaine whispered mostly into Kurt’s shirt.

Kurt closed his eyes, "you're welcome. I'm never going to leave you."

Kurt felt lips press a kiss to his jaw, "I believe you."