Warning: Grab your tissues.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Kurt, Blaine or the song "Saving Amy" Brantley Gilbert (But I do recommend you listen to it, it is incredible. I cry every time.)

Saving Kurt

As Kurt sat at his vanity he closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath before the tears started coming. Spread out over the dark brown surface were the letter he had accumulated since the start of our relationship.

The tears started flowing faster down Kurt's rosy cheeks.

"Oh god, Blaine," he whispered out loud. He reached his hand out and picked up the 8x10 photo of e that was taken the Christmas before last. I was sitting on the floor by the tree, a big red box on my lap, looking out of the frame with a doofy smile on my face, looking at Kurt.

Kurt traced the fingers of his left hand over my frozen face and the gold band on his hand sparkled brightly. He noticed it too and his attention shifted from my face to the ring. His reflection in the mirror revealed to me that he was thinking of the night I placed it there, more than a year ago.

"Kurt, I wanted to ask you something," I said tentatively.

"And what would that be?" Kurt asked, too distracted by the night and the people around us to notice how nervous I was. We were walking down Broadway, still excited because we had seen a real Broadway play. The street was lined with people, all talking and laughing and pushing others out of their way and I stopped walking. Right in the middle of the sidewalk. The people around me let out sounds of annoyance but I didn't care, I stood there waiting for Kurt to notice that I was no longer next to him and come back.

"Blaine what are you doing?" He asked, his perfectly sculpted eyebrows raised.

"I wanted to ask you something," I repeated.

"And you can't walk while you talk?" I shook my head and Kurt rolled his eyes. "What is it?" He asked.

I took a deep breath, digging in my pocket for the velvety box.

Right there, on the middle of Broadway, with thousands of people walking by us, I dropped to one knee.

I heard Kurt gasp and as I looked up at him I couldn't breathe. The Broadway lights lit up a halo around his head, his soft lips were parted in shock, his dazzling eyes widened.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," I said reaching for his hand. "You are the love of my life. I told you that in high school and now it's truer than ever. I do not want to spend a single second a single second without you. I promise that I will love you for every moment of forever that we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

There was exactly ten seconds of silence. Not because he had to think about it, but because he had to pinch himself to make sure it was real. Then-

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh my god yes!" Kurt pulled me to my feet and threw his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed him. Kurt pulled his head back and then smashed our lips together in one of the most sloppiest, most passionate kissed we ever shared.

I pulled back breathless and grinned up in to his eyes that were shining with unshed tears. I looked down at the velvety box and slowly opened it. The simple gold band stood out against the black velvet and Kurt picked t up. He held it in his hand, staring at it for a few moments before noticing the engraving.

"Courage," he whispered with a grin. That was when his tears started falling. He brought his eyes to mine and said, "Do I have to put it on myself?"

I chuckled and took the ring from him. He held out his left hand and I slipped it onto his ring finger.

We both stared at it for a minute before he grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

"I love you Blaine Anderson," He whispered against my lips. "I love you so much."

The memory brought more tears to his grey eyes. He bent hi head down, forehead touching the vanity and he grabbed fistfuls of his hair as he started sobbing. His shoulders were shaking and mangled screams were coming out of his throat.

"Blaine!" He shouted. He picked his head up and picked up my picture again. "Save me," he cried. "Baby, please come save me!"

I wish he knew that I'd do anything, anything at all to lean down and kiss the tears of his face.

Anything to tell him that everything's okay.

Anything to pull him close and feel his heartbeat next to mine.

But I can't.

I can't kiss his cheeks.

I can't say that everything's okay.

I can't feel his heart beat next to mine.

Because I can't touch him.

Because I don't have a voice.

Because I don't have a heartbeat.

"Blaine," Kurt called out again. "Blaine," I reached my hand out, letting it hover over his shaking shoulder wishing with everything I used to be that my hand would travel those last two inches.

I placed my hand on Kurt's shoulder from behind. "Hey honey," I said. "I gotta go."

"Nooooo," Kurt sang. "They party's not even half over." He gestured around at all of our friends. Our old Glee club members, from both the New Directions and the Warblers, come to celebrate our engagement.

"I know but I have to get to the airport. If I don't leave now I'll miss my flight."Kurt sighed.

"Okay," he pouted. He leaned his head down and pecked my lips. "I love you,"

"Mmmm," I said wrapping my arms around his waist. "I love hearing that."I rubbed our noses together, closing my eyes. But Kurt pulled back, clearing his throat. Opening my eyes I grinned at him. "I love you too," I pulled him back against me and buried my face in his neck. I took a deep breath.

"Blaine, your gel is getting in my pours," Kurt complained.

"You love it," I said.

"I do not." He pulled out of my arms, but he was grinning. "Go catch your flight," He said.

I placed my hand on his cheek and pulled his head down so I could kiss him, really kiss him. I pulled back and sigh.

"I will call you when I land." I gave a kissed him lightly.

"You better," Kurt said.

I kissed him again. Kurt pulled back coughing. "Go," He said. I started backing away. "I'll see you in a week." He told me.

That was the last thing he said to me.

The last time he saw me.

I never even made it to the airport.

It's been a year. A year and Kurt was still hurting.

For a year I've watched him losing his mind, going crazy myself because there was nothing that I could do. Nothing.

I know that there is no hope for saving me, but God, there is still hope for saving Kurt.

So, uhm, yeah.

Don't kill me, I'm pretty cool.

This is gonna be multi chapter. But not many. Like three or four.

But pretty please tell me your thoughts on this. I would really appreciate it.