Prompt: Blaine encourages Kurt to go join Rachel in New York. It breaks his heart, but he knows that Kurt deserves this. After Kurt finally agrees, Blaine returns home and catches sight of his self-harm hit that's been hiding away for years. Then, almost too late, Kurt arrives at the Anderson home - needed Blaine forever and always.

AN: Trigger warning for self harm, ambiguous ending regarding character death, blood

"Can I give you some advice?" Blaine asked cautiously.

Kurt took a sip of his coffee and looked at Blaine.

"You can be here anymore, Kurt."

"I get it. I know…I'm pathetic."

"No no no, you're not pathetic! It's just that your're…you're stuck. You don't belong here anymore. You belong in New York."

"And I'm reapplying for NYADA. But I can't just go to New York." Kurt said shaking his head.

"You don't need NYADA. And believe me I don't want to see you go but I just can't stand to see you stay here. It's killing you…and that's killing me."

Blaine replayed the conversation in his head over and over again as he sat on his bathroom floor.

It had been three weeks since Kurt had left for New York. Three weeks that Blaine had tried to fill with clubs, activities, glee, anything to keep his mind off of not having Kurt by his side.

It hadn't been so bad the first few days that Kurt was in New York. The two boys made a point to stay in contact and they talked at least once a day. But as the weeks passed Kurt's internship and New York lifestyle took precedence and Blaine was sure Kurt had forgotten about him.

Blaine thought sending Kurt off to New York was what was best for him. For both of them. Blaine thought seeing Kurt stuck in Lima was the worst thing. But as he sits staring at his old shaving kit he knows that isn't true.

It had been years since he had even thought of his small black pouch full of razors, Neosporin, alcohol wipes and band-aids. This small kit was something that he relied on in the past to get him through. The razors helped to make the cuts that made all of his bad thoughts and ghosts of his past disappear for a while. But when Kurt had come into his life he had hid the razors and everything else away. Kurt had become Blaine's rock, Kurt had become the person who helped Blaine's bad thoughts disappear and the ghosts of his past fade into nothing.

Blaine felt a few tears fall as he gripped the small razor in-between his fingers. He thought he would never be in this place again. He thought he would be able to be ok with Kurt forever. But Kurt had forgotten about him and Blaine was left on his own to fight with his thoughts.

And right now the bad thoughts were winning.

Blaine closes his eyes and brings the sharp metal to his forearm, the edge bites into his skin and a pool of red seeps out. Blaine waits for the flood of relief to come but he is left empty.

He makes a few more cuts but the bad thoughts are still swirling in his head. He made a few more. The blood from his cuts had begun to drip onto the floor.

After almost 20 cuts Blaine was finally able to let out a sigh of relief but as he did the edges of the room began to darken and he slumped over against the edge of the bathtub.

Kurt looked at his phone, he hated that he hadn't been able to call Blaine lately. But New York kept him busy. Kurt loved being in the big city. But without Blaine Kurt always felt like he was missing something. So after a long week of meeting and assignments for his internship Kurt had hopped on a plane and headed back to Lima. It took all his will power not to call Blaine and tell him but he knew the surprise would be better.

As soon as he got into town he headed over to Blaine's house with a bouquet of red and yellow roses and a stack of movies in hand. He rang the doorbell to Blaine's mansion like house and waited. Kurt waited for almost a minute before hitting the bell again, "Maybe Blaine has his music to loud." Kurt thought to himself.

After another few minutes of waiting, Kurt reached out and tried the handle. The door was unlocked; he slowly pushed it open and stepped inside. He wasn't sure why he felt nervous walking into Blaine's house. He had been here dozens of times and felt more than comfortable here. But as he walked into the foyer he knew something wasn't right.

Kurt carefully toed off his shoes and hurried up the stairs to Blaine's room.

Kurt was surprised that no sounds of music could be heard as he approached the bed room. "Maybe he is wearing headphones." Kurt thought once again.

He opened the door and stepped into the room.

It was empty. Blaine was no where to be found. His satchel and books were on the bed. His sweater vest and bow tie were carelessly thrown on the floor.

"Blaine?" Kurt called out. There was no answer.

"Blaine, where are you?" Kurt tried again as he walked out into the hall.

There was nothing but silence in the large house.

Blaine opened his eyes slowly. He could have sworn he heard Kurt calling his name. He tried to lift his head so he could hear better but it felt like it was full of lead.

"Blaine, it's Kurt. Are you here?" Kurt called again, he was getting more worried by the minute. As he walked down the hallway he noticed a small sliver of light coming out from underneath the bathroom door. He walked towards it and turned the door knob.

Kurt let out a scream when his eyes landed on the floor.

There were spots of blood on the white tiles, and a few razors scattered around.

Kurt's eyes flooded with tears as he hit his knees next to Blaine. The small boy was pale and his breathing was shallow. His eyes were closed and his skin was cold underneath Kurt's fingers.

Kurt carefully lifted Blaine away from the edge of the tub and brought him into his arms.

"Blaine, baby. Blaine please wake up." Kurt pleaded as he grabbed a towel and brought it to Blaine's still bleeding arms.

Blaine stirred slightly in Kurt's arms and let out a soft moan.

"Blaine please, baby it's me please wake up." Kurt sobbed as Blaine blood continued to soak through the towel.

Blaine stirred again and slowly opened his eyes. Kurt sobbed as the clear hazel was clouded and dull. "Kur…" Blaine said his voice dying out at the end of Kurt's name.

"Blaine oh god, Blaine. It's ok I got you. You're going to be ok." Kurt cried as he carefully shifted Blaine and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

He dialed 911 and sobbed out the details to the dispatcher. The phone call only last a minute but by the time Kurt hung up Blaine's body had gotten colder and his eyes had closed again.

"Blaine, open your eyes. Please Blaine I need you to open your eyes and stay awake. Help is coming." Kurt said gently tapping Blaine's pale cheek.

Blaine's eyes opened slightly. He took a shaky breath and began to speak.

"I…I thought you forgot." He said his voice weak.

"Forgot what Blaine?" Kurt asked.

"Me." Blaine breathed.

Kurt's heart shattered in his chest. Blaine was bleeding out because he thought Kurt had forgotten him. This was his fault.

"Blaine, oh god." Kurt wept as he pulled Blaine's body closer. "I could never forget you. Please don't think that. I love you, I could never forget you."

Blaine looked at Kurt for a moment before trying to smile. "I love…" He said before his body went limp and his eyes closed.

"BLAINE!"