A/N: Hey guys, remember me? Yeah, I'm back. And sadly, with just a little short chapter for you tonight. But I hope this just reminds you that I am not planning on discontinuing this story. I'm going to press on and try to get some more updates out for you soon. This chapter originally had a lot in it, but I decided to split it in two. I will try to get the second part up tomorrow, but no promises. I know that I've been gone over a month and I swore I would never do that to you guys, but I'm not going to bore you with the reasons why. We would be here all night, and it's after midnight already. I just wanted to quickly send this out to you. Thanks for all who have stuk with me!
I hope you enjoy this! Always remember to smile!
Olivia
NOTE: THis is reuploaded! I fixed a few of the little details! Ignore this and hopefully the next chapter will be posted tomorrow ish! :)
The next morning Kurt awoke to coughs. His first instinct was to wrap his arms tighter around Blaine, but when he tried to he found that Blaine was no longer in his lap. Instantly, panic filled his mind and he jerked awake. He couldn't find Blaine. But then he heard the coughing again, and followed the sound to where a light was coming from underneath the bathroom door. Kurt reached up and knocked softly.
"Blaine? You okay?" His only response was more coughing. Kurt sighed and slowly opened the door. Blaine was leaned over the sink, clutching the edge of the counter with white knuckles. His breathing had been reduced to small wheezes and he was shaking. Kurt laid a hand on his back. "Blaine, sweetheart come on." Blaine sighed, forcing out another round of coughs, but followed Kurt anyways. They sat down on the edge of the bed and Kurt turned to look at Blaine. He handed him the glass of water that Kurt had left on the nightstand the night before. "Small sips baby." Blaine took a few and slowly calmed his racing heart. He flopped back onto the bed and curled up on his side. Kurt sat the empty cup on the bedside table and lay down beside Blaine, taking his hands.
"What happened baby? Are you okay?" Kurt asked, his fingers stroking one of Blaine's loose curls.
"I'm sorry Kurt. It was just a nightmare. I just, I woke up and I couldn't breathe. It was horrible. I tried to not wake you up, but I guess I kinda botched that one up."
"Blaine it's fine. Don't even fret about that. What was the nightmare about?" When Blaine hesitated, Kurt jumped back in. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's okay." Blaine shook his head.
"No, it's fine. I just, it was about you. You were in the car with me and Coop, and again, I was the only one who got out alive. It was like spending these last few days dealing with everything, but not having you with me. I mean, don't take this the wrong way. Seriously. But you've been kind of like my crutch lately. But you're more than just a crutch. You're my best friend, Kurt. I couldn't have made it this far without you. And the thought of losing you, and not having you by my side for this, it breaks my heart." Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine.
"It's okay. You won't ever have to live that. I'll never leave." Blaine was silent. "Blaine? What's on your mind?"
"I heard what you said. Did you mean it?" Blaine's eyes drilled into Kurt's, demanding a truthful answer.