Author's Note: This is my first fanfic. Ever. Let me know what you think, yeah? Oh, and Glee doesn't belong to me, obviously.
12/18 Update: I edited this chapter so that the whole story would make more sense. Hopefully. Next one is still in the works.
Kate was riding her bike down First Avenue at a leisurely pace. She'd spent most of the day helping out with a photo shoot up in Central Park. Her friend Ben had called in a favor, saying that her involvement would also be good publicity for her career as a photographer.
Of course, she had misgivings about leaving Blaine all by himself for so long. It was nearly a month since her best friend came back from Paris to tell her that his boyfriend, whom Kate always liked, had broken up with him. She spent that night in Blaine's bed, cradling him in her arms as his body shook and heaved with sobs, each one making her own heart squeeze painfully. It took two days of prying before he told her what really happened.
The days and weeks that followed had been difficult. For both of them. He was still struggling to come to terms with the whole thing. She, on the other hand, knowing Blaine and how much Kurt meant to him, was constantly worried her best friend might do something, well, rash. So far, so good. She finally agreed to attend the photo shoot at Blaine's own insistence. "I'm not a baby, Kate. I don't need a sitter," he said. "And you don't have to miss any career opportunities on my account."
Kate had just passed the UN Plaza and thought to stop somewhere and buy dinner when The Beatles' In My Life started playing in her earpiece. Blaine. Letting go of the left handlebar of her bike, she reached up to push a button and take the call. "Hey, Blaine. I was just gonna call and ask if you want Indian or-"
"Kate." Blaine's voice was so soft that she could barely hear him over the traffic, but there was no mistaking that tone. Kate's heart raced, and she instinctively pedaled faster. "Kate... I'm sorry-"
"I'll be there in ten minutes, okay?" She adjusted the earpiece volume to maximum before swerving to overtake another biker. "Do you hear me, Blaine?" She thought about calling an ambulance but decided against it. Blaine hated hospitals, and he'd made her promise long ago never to take him to one unless it was a matter of life and death. For all she knew, this could be one, but she trusted him enough to hope this wasn't too serious. "Come on, Blaine, talk to me."
She heard him take a shuddering breath. "I feel so... tired, Kate. Numb. I just wanted to feel something again." His voice had grown even softer, which was really scaring her.
"Keep talking, Blaine."
"I'm really sorry," he whispered, before the line went dead.