A/N: Hey guys! This is my new series and I really hope you like it. I apologize for how this chapter ends, but don't worry! All will work out. Please review!

Based on this prompt from OTPprompts on Tumblr: Imagine Person B of your OTP is a guardian angel sent to protect Person A. Now imagine that every time B hugs/cuddles A, they wrap their wings around them. BONUS: A is smaller than B.

Warning: suicide attempt and wrist cutting.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my fangirl heart.

Blaine stared at his reflection in the mirror. His left cheek was swollen and purple and a few frizzy curls had escaped his gelled back hair.

Kurt stared at the face reflected in the bowl of silvery water. He wasn't looking at himself but he was laying eyes on his new assignment for the first time. What he saw made him more than a little nervous.

"What's his name?" he whispered without looking away from the boy with the haunted eyes.

"Blaine Anderson."

Blaine gripped the sides of the sink with white knuckles. "Why can't you be strong? Why are you so… pathetic?!" he screamed the last word as he swung his fist towards the mirror. It cracked from the impact and he looked down at his bleeding fist with a numb sort of detachment.

Kurt quickly shielded his face with one of his wings. He shuddered as agonizing sorrow swept over him. He didn't have any experience with troubled teenagers as he was a young and unexperienced GA who had only ever been assigned to sick children.

This would be his first real assignment, the big test if you will. He always knew this day would come, and part of him wished he could stay with children forever. Children were sweet and innocent, and Kurt would cuddle and comfort the little ones as he hid them from the scary world under his wings. He truly felt like a guardian with children, like he was making a genuine difference.

But this boy was so much older…he'd been burned by the world before any angel could shield him from the fire. What did they think Kurt could do? Shouldn't they assign someone with much more experience?

He felt a hand on his shoulder and slowly lowered his wing. Kind blue eyes met his. Elliot was his Angel In Command. He taught Kurt, gave Kurt his assignments, and occasionally provided Kurt with a good shove out of his comfort zone, like he was doing now with his gentle voice and convincing, earnest manner.

"I know what you're thinking, Kurt. But I'm your AIC and I know you better than anyone. So please believe me when I tell you that you're ready for this. For Blaine."

"But I'm scared, Elliot. I've never…"

"He's going to try to commit suicide."

Kurt gasped. "But-"

Elliot gripped Kurt's shoulders and stared him down with a determined look on his face. "You can help him, Kurt. You can change his destiny."

Kurt closed his eyes and nodded. He could do this. He needed to stay strong for Blaine. Get it together, Kurt.

"Okay I'm ready."

Kurt opened his eyes and Elliot was gone. "Elliot?" he called, confused. He was no longer in the viewing hall, but found himself standing in the middle of a large bathroom instead.

"Oh my stars." he breathed and fluffed out his wings a bit. This was kind of sooner than he expected.

"Sorry Kurt but no more time to waste."

Kurt jumped a little at the sudden voice in his mind. I will never get used to that!

"Yes you will. Now Blaine."

Kurt took a deep breath through his nose. You can do this, you can do this.

He looked around the bathroom for Blaine and- Kurt's breath caught in his throat. Blaine was sprawled face first on the linoleum floor, his wrists slit with a razor. He was rapidly bleeding out. Kurt rushed to his side and pulled Blaine into his lap.

"Hold on, Blaine! Hold on for me! I've come to save you."

~tbc~