Kurt and Blaine had been going out for five years, yet they still didn't know everything about each other... sometimes not knowing everything about the person you love is good. Just not in this case.

Kurt heard a whimper coming from the bathroom. "Blaine... are you in there?" He heard only silence in answer. He eased the bathroom door open slightly and looked in.

Blaine was standing at the sink with an empty pill bottle in his hand. "I've run out" he whispered quietly, so quietly Kurt could barely hear him.

"Run out of what exactly?" Kurt asked with a suspicious edge creeping into his voice. Even as he said this, Blaine let out a whimper and crumpled to the floor. "Blaine" Kurt said warningly "tell me, what have you run out of?"

"My pills"

"Your pills for what?" Kurt asked "I didn't know you took pills"

Blaine just shook his head sadly.

"Blaine" Kurt said, his voice rising "Your pills for what?"

"Kurt, I...I...I'm bipolar"

"Bipolar?" Kurt almost screamed "five years we've been going out and you only tell me this now?" Kurt could feel the tears of anger, betrayal and sadness welling up behind his eyes.

Blaine said nothing, just looked up at Kurt with round eyes.

Kurt placed a hand on his head, rubbing his forehead in disbelief. "I love you Blaine, but how am I meant to help you if you don't tell me these things" all of a sudden it was all too much for Kurt. He started crying, huge wracking sobs that made it sound like his heart was breaking.

At the sound of Kurt crying, Blaine finally looked up. "Oh Kurt" he said sadly "I didn't mean to make you cry" he got up and went to hug Kurt but Kurt just pushed him away. "Kurt, please" silent tears had started to pour down Blaine's face too.

Blaine tried to comfort Kurt again and this time Kurt relented and pulled Blaine into him, both of their sobs filling up the silence in the apartment. "Kurt... I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't think you needed to know. But I haven't been taking my pills for a couple of days now... can we go get some more?"

Kurt finally looked up again. His eyes were blotchy and red, his hair was a mess and he looked at Blaine in disbelief "you want me to come with you?" he asked

"Yeah... if you don't mind. No more secrets. I want you to meet my psychiatrist."

Reluctantly Kurt nodded "I've just got to go fix up my hair first" he said and slipped out of Blaine's grasp and stumbled into the next room.

"That's my boy!" Blaine said to himself happily, before following Kurt out the bathroom door.