I'll always do my best to make you see, baby you're not alone.
Blaine came home from a late class to a quiet loft. Rachel and Santana were out for the night, and the door to his and Kurt's room was shut, which wasn't typical when Kurt was there by himself. Blaine gently knocked on the door. "Kurt?" Are you alright?" Blaine asked. There was no response. He pressed his ear to the door and heart quiet sniffling and sobbing. He opened the door and saw Kurt hunched over on the bed with his head in his hands. He engulfed Kurt in a tight hug. "Tell me what happened," Blaine said.
"I can't do it anymore," Kurt said into Blaine's shoulder.
"What do you mean you can't do it anymore?" Blaine asked. His mind went to places all on its own: dark places that hadn't been visited since Kurt had stepped into his life. He held Kurt tighter, now for dear life.
"There's just so much to do! I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't even think anymore!" Kurt said.
"You're just stressed out," Blaine said. He relinquished him, but kept his hands on his shoulders. "Take a deep breath," Blaine coached. "Watch me, in and out, nice and slow," he said.
Kurt finally calmed down. "Thank you," Kurt sniffed.
"No problem. Believe me, I've been there. So, for the rest of the night, you're listening to me. No work. Put the computer away," Blaine said.
"But then I'll have to do it all tomorrow," Kurt said.
"No, tomorrow you're talking to Isabel and explaining that you're in college, taking a full course load, and that working for Vogue is supposed to be part time. She'll understand," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded.
"Alright. You get to pick the movie." Kurt picked Finding Nemo, but it was no use, he was asleep in Blaine's arms in five minutes.