"No. Kurt, please." Blaine's hands began to shake, eyes widening.

"I took pity on you, Blaine. I let you sleep in my house, eat my food, watch my movies. I trusted you to be better than that."

"I am. I'm trying, Kurt. It's so hard."

"I should have listen to Gary. I should have let you go to the rehab center."

"Kurt, please."

"Why did you do it, Blaine?"

"I don't know."

"How long have you been hiding this from me?"

"I only got the bottle today."

Kurt sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm not lying."

"I can't trust you anymore."

"Kurt. I want to be better."

"Why?"

"Because I have to be."

"Why do you have to be, Blaine?"

"What do you mean?"

"Who are you doing this for? Do you want to be better for yourself?"

"I don't know."

"I can't help you unless you do."

"I want to be better for you."

"What?"

"I love you, Kurt." Blaine looked at Kurt, hoping he had made the right choice in saying what he felt. Kurt's face was blank, betraying no emotion. His eyes, however, filled with sadness.

"Blaine. You can't."

"I love you. I always have loved you. I always will love you."

"I have Gary now."

"He isn't good for you. He's horrible, Kurt."

"I can't."

"I want to be better for you."

Kurt shook his head, tears starting to fall. "You can't be."

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt, touching his hand. "Let me try. Please."

Kurt looked at Blaine, the emotions clear on his face now. Sadness. Hurt. Confusion. But most importantly, Blaine saw love.

"Ok." Kurt nodded. Blaine surged forward, and their lips met. Blaine could feel Kurt's tears on his face, and he pulled him closer. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck, almost naturally. Blaine closed the distance, wrapping his own arms around Kurt's waist.

"Kurt? Baby I'm-" Gary stopped, midway into the kitchen. The bouquet of flowers he had dropped to the floor. Kurt and Blaine jumped apart, but remained close, holding hands.

"Gary. It's not. Let me explain." Kurt stammered.

"I know what it is." Gary took a step towards them, anger and hatred darkening his features.

"Gary. Calm down." Kurt pleaded.

"Whore." Gary grabbed Kurt, socking him in the face. His hands wrapped around Kurt's neck. Kurt struggled to break free. Blaine lunged at Gary, trying to pull him off. Gary turned and knocked Blaine to the floor, kicking him when he was on the ground for good measure.
Blaine struggled to stand, grabbing at the counter to steady himself. Blood was seeping from somewhere, and he could barely breathe. He grabbed the counter top, but slipped down again, knocking something over. Blaine glanced at it. Kurt's phone. Blaine took a shaky breath, dialing 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

Blaine could barely breathe. He was shaking all over, and dark spots were flashing over his eyes.

"Hello?" The operator called out, concern evident in her voice.

"Help." Blaine managed to choke out, before the world went dark around him.

-How's that for an angsty cliffhanger ending? Remember, I own nothing. Also, if you want to, check out my tumblr (yvan-eth-nioj). I can answer any questions you might have about the story. XO-