A/N: Look at me updating faithfully on a Sunday:) I'm getting quicker at writing so things are going well. Hopefully I can get a head start on next week's update because things are going to get super busy for me! Anyway the song Kurt sang to Blaine in the last chapter is called Bist Du Bi Mir and you can listen to it here: http:/ / www. youtube. com/watch?v=PMIQWQ8nlNc It's such a beautiful and sad song. Again in keeping with the period I have another song that (I'm strongly suggesting) you listen too as you read a certain section: http:/ / www. youtube. com/watch?v=8h5u82DcuaQ&feature=related I'll mark the section with a "*****" The Jewish translation for the chapter title is "Beloved of my soul"AND without further ado, CHAPTER 10!:D

(Also I don't think I mentioned this but Blaine, Kurt, and any other Glee related material is not in anyway mine! Arella and Nurse Leoma however are(: !)

Chapter 10: Yedid Nefesh

As Blaine slowly drifted off in Kurt's arms, Kurt looked up to Nurse Leoma.

"Thank you, so much. For everything," he said looking at her, "you have no idea how much this means to us."

"It least I can do for you and Blaine. You good people, you and Blaine for helping Arella. I help you to pay it forward."

She turned to walk away, but stopped. She looked back to Kurt.

"But please be careful. Blaine is very sick. You should not be too close to him. Tuberculosis spreads through fluids so try to stay away when he sneezes and no kissing. He wouldn't want to make you sick."

Kurt thought about that for a minute. Blaine would never forgive himself if he got Kurt sick. Kurt made a mental note to kiss Blaine only if it was necessary.

"Also, you cannot stay here. You should not even be here now and you must go. I would let you stay but if the guards find you both here, it will be end for all of us. I am sorry and I promise I take good care of Blaine."

"I know you will," Kurt said smiling weakly up at her. He looked down at his sleeping husband in his arms. He could tell by the way he was sleeping that Blaine was exhausted.

"I have room for him behind curtain with Arella. Follow."

He nodded and slowly managed to sit up with Blaine against him. As he rose up, Blaine started squirming in his arms and mumbling something. Kurt shushed him, kissed the top of his head, and moved Blaine so their chests pressed together. He took Blaine's legs and wrapped them around his waist, moving his arms around Kurt's neck. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him close.

"Hold on, sweetheart," Kurt whispered to Blaine and Blaine's legs tightened around Kurt's waist and he buried his face into Kurt's neck. Kurt shakily started to stand up. He felt a strong handed under his arm, helping him stand with the sleepy Blaine in his arms.

Nurse Leoma smiled as she helped Kurt stand. When he was finally sound on his feet, they began walking across the room. Blaine shivered as the cold air brushed past him as they walked. Kurt got to the curtain and looked behind it.

The little room was fairly dark and had a small window up at the top. Outside the window, you could see the radio factory where Kurt worked. Oh good, Kurt thought sarcastically, smiling to himself, my little puppy of a husband can watch me from his window.

The room was warm and dimly lit with a couple of candles. The floor was concrete but there were two little makeshift beds on the floor. They were little piles of hay with burlap sacks on top to shield the sleeper from the coarse hay. Arella was already lying on one.

She was sound asleep breathing quietly, her arms folded protectively around her tummy. She looked better now and he was glad she was doing well.

He moved past her to the back of the little room.

"Alright, sweetheart," Kurt said moving down to kneel next to the pallet, "It's time to lay down now."

Blaine held on tighter to Kurt, burying his face further into his neck, and breathing in, "I dontwanna Kurt… I wannastay with you…"

"I know, baby," Kurt said rubbing is back. It hurt him so much to do this to Blaine but he knew that if it meant keeping him safe and in good hands, then he'd do it.

Kurt tried to put Blaine down but he kept refusing.

"Come on sweetie, you can do this…"

"No…Kurt…"

"Come on baby…"

"No… I want…you… don't want…to…"

"Blaine baby you have to…"

"Kurt please," Blaine whined. Normally, Kurt would have laughed at a whine like that, but not at that whine. Blaine only said two words yet so much pain was laced into it that the sound of it made Kurt's chest hurt.

"Sweetheart, I can't stay," Blaine latched on tighter to him at the sound of that, "They'll find me and take me away for good. Then I can never come back. Please trust me and have courage? I will come visit every day after I leave the factory."

"Promise?" Blaine mumbled sleepily against Kurt's shoulder.

"Promise."

Blaine released his hold on Kurt and lay back onto the pallet. He shivered and Kurt pulled the thin blanket over him. Kurt rested his hand on Blaine's cheek and rubbed a few stray curls from his face. Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's palm and breathed in his scent.

"Sing to me Kurt… please…"

"Of course."

He took Blaine's hand in his and started to sing.

Yedid nefesh av harachaman

Me'shok avdecha el re'tsonecha

Yedid nefesh av harachaman

Me'shok avdecha el re'stonecha

Yedid nefesh av harachaman

Me'shok avdecha el re'stonecha

Yedid nefesh

Av harachaman

Yedid

Nefesh

Kurt looked down at Blaine, who was fast asleep, breathing quietly. Something snapped inside Kurt and he couldn't take it anymore. His feeling began bubbling up inside him. He let out a strangled sob and started to cry. He kissed Blaine's forehead more, buried his face into his ringlet curls, and let his feelings . He held onto Blaine, rubbed his cheeks, and let everything pour out. His tears fell on Blaine's cheeks, but Blaine was too tired to feel them enough to wake up.

"W-hy…" Kurt sobbed. Why my Blaine? He thought to himself. Why my baby? My sweetheart? My everything? Why my kindhearted Blaine who's never done anything wrong. Why not me? Blaine's never done anything and he's always compassionate to everyone. All the good he's done and this is what he gets? What on earth has he done to deserve this? What on earth have we done to deserve any of this? It's not fair!

After a while, Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead and sat up. He gave his hand a final squeeze and got up. His eyes met Arella's tear filled ones.

"Come see…" she said to him.

He walked over to her and kneeled down next to her.

"Blaine is going to be fine, he's a fighter," she whispered. She took his hand in hers, "I'll take care of him for you."

"You take care of yourself as well," Kurt kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand. He got up.

"Goodnight Arella."

"Goodnight Kurt."

He stepped out of the room and moved the curtain over the opening to the room, his eyes on Blaine as the curtain fell in front of him.

He thanked Nurse Leoma again and stepped out into the cold. He quickly went back to the barracks and grabbed a bowl of broth on his way to the back of their area. He sat alone on their part of the wooden slats in silence. He hoped they hadn't missed him at work. He lay down and cried himself to sleep.

"UP! GET UP! OUTSIDE EVERYONE NOW!" a harsh voice yelled, "MOVE FASTER!"

Kurt got up to go to work as usual at the radio factory. He looked to his right and to his left only to be reminded that Blaine, and Arella weren't with him. He sighed and jumped down to head to the factory.

As he approached the building he looked over to the little window in Blaine's secret room.

Sure enough as he suspected he saw Blaine's smiling face pressed up against the glass beaming at him. Kurt instantly felt a little better.

"I love you!" Blaine mouthed to him.

Kurt winked back, since he didn't want to give the guards anything to hurt either of them for, and entered the factory.

Work commenced as usual until two guards came to him bench.

"Come with me," the taller one said.

The bigger one grabbed his arm and started pulling him to the back door of the factory. He threw open the door and pushed Kurt down into the snow.

"Just where were you all day yesterday?" he asked him roughly.

"I was at the medical house helping my– " Kurt stated timidly

"And are you hurt?" he interrupted him, "Because if you weren't hurt then you shouldn't have been there!"

"But I was helping– "

"If you weren't hurt you shouldn't of been there!"

"But I–"

He slapped Kurt across the face.

"If you like being at the medical house then you should have a reason to be there!"

One of the soldiers took out a rope and tied Kurt's hands around a nearby light post. The taller solider who had been yelling at Kurt took out his whip and ripped Kurt's shirt off and threw it on the ground beside him. He began whipping Kurt repeatedly.

Kurt started to cry as each lash stung across his back. It hurt so badly and the pain was worse because of the cold.

When the solider finished he kicked Kurt and walked away, leaving Kurt tied to the post in the bitter cold. The snow had stopped and everything was still.

He passed out.

Kurt remained outside the rest of the day, shivering in the cold.

A/N: :'(