Tears stung my eyes as I walked into my room.
The salty drops slipped down my cheeks as I opened the door.
I think as I pull out the box. 'They all said my life would get better. They all said it gets better. Well look at where I am now.'
My vision blurs with the water as I open the box, and pull out what I'm looking for.
My breath quickens, and so do my tears as I sit on by bed, and feel the cold metal against my forehead.
"KURT!" An angelic voice said as I get ready. "Stop! PLEASE!" The source was obviously in the room, and was frantic.
"Blaine..." I murmur, the tears coming faster.
I feel his arm curl around me, and his hand pry the handgun out of my own.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask, my voice quavering with every syllable. "I deserve-"
"No." He said, cutting me off. "You don't deserve anything like this!" My eyes open, and I look at him. Blaine Perfect Anderson. Blaine; my boyfriend.
"I do." I insist. "How else will it stop!" I'm 24 now, as is Blaine. This...hell, that is my life, started when I was 17. "Its gone on too long."
Blaine turned my head towards him with his hands, which were cupped over my cheeks. "Don't you ever think that." He said, his tone serious. "You are not in too deep where the only way out is death. That's not you, Kurt." He shook his head. "I've known you too long."
A single tear drops down from my eye as I dive into the comfort of Blaine's arms.
"Kurt...?" I hear him say.
"What?" I ask, though my voice is muffled from this shirt. I look up, and see him holding a small box. My breath catches, and I think for moments that I'm going to pass out.
"Please marry me."
I looked at him in disbelief. Why would he want to marry me for?
"Kurt...Are you OK?" He said with a hint of concern and anticipation. "Yeah...Yes I'm fine...But why would you want to marry me for? I don't know if you just noticed I just had a gun to my head and before that I was nearly raped." I said sarcastically. " Well for one I loved you since we met 7 years ago. When I first saw you I knew that we were gonna be together forever. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something would have happened if I didn't come in when I did. When are you gonna get it through your thick ass skull that I love you and taking your life wouldn't make anything better it would make things worst." By the end of his speech he was on the verge of crying.
"Blaine...I just thought it would make everything easier." I say softly.
"Well it wouldn't."
"Well where does this leave us?" I say scared of what he might say.
"Where we left off before. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, Will you marry me?"
My heart starts beating faster as I say "YES! A million times yes."
He looks at me with the cheesiest smile as he slides the perfect platinum gold ring onto my finger. We look into each others eyes and then and there I know we were gonna make it through this and we were gonna do it together. Life does get better.