Hey guys! So, I've been trying to write this chapter for a few days now but i have had absolutely NO idea as to what to do with it. I've completely blanked out and I haven't even really known what to do. LIke, i know ideas that i want to happen, i just wasn't sure how to play them out. But I have an idea now, so i'm just gonna go with it.
By the way, i'm typing this on a library computer so i can actually use " " those! :D just for this chapter. I might start to try to write my chapters on these instead of at home...
So, here we go.
Blaine woke up in the middle of the night, shivering. He sat up, rubbing his arms as the room felt oddly cold, and he blinked in confusion as he saw the window open. He went to close it, and turned back to the bed, gasping again as he saw it was empty.
"Kurt...?"
He got no reply, just the threatening slice of silence. He ran down the stairs, and cursed as he saw the front door open. He grabbed his shoes and keys, running out the door; he noted that Kurt's shoes were still in the house, meaning he was walking around at 2 am in the morning, barefoot.
He jumped into his car and drove down the street, turning. He looked everywhere, frantically, his window open, calling Kurt's name. He drove into the parking lot of the Lima Bean, and saw a body laying still on the ground. He parked, jumping out of the car, running to it. He knew that body.
He knew that hair.
"KURT!"
He flipped Kurt over, and realized he was crying. Kurt just lay limp in his arms, staring at him.
"Blaine..."
"Kurt, why did you leave? How did you get here?"
Kurt suddenly glared at him, pushing him away.
"Don't touch me..."
Blaine looked hurt, but reached out for him again, but Kurt began screaming and flailing.
"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T TOUCH ME, BLAINE!"
Blaine lifted his hands, tears stinging the back of his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He didn't even understand the situation.
"Kurt, what happened..? Did you have another nightmare?"
Kurt turned his away, his body still shaking from his violent sobs. He rubbed his nose and let out a shaky breath.
"I couldn't sleep. My stomach was in so much pain, and I just felt sick. It's my fault Blaine. Just don't touch me."
Blaine blinked, still utterly confused. His eyebrows knitted together in concern and he sat, distressed.
"Kurt, what are you talking about? What's your fault?"
"I shouldn't have asked you to... To... I wasn't thinking right... I shouldn't have made you do it, I wasn't ready, I wasn't... I shouldn't have... I feel exposed, and it's my fault this time. I'm such a little whore, Dave's right, I'm such a fucking whore! I don't deserve to live!"
Kurt stood, starting to run, but Blaine bolted up to his feet, and being much more athletic than the other boy, quickly caught up to him, grabbing the hysterical teen who immediately began thrashing and screaming, beating on Blaine's arms.
"No! I don't want to live anymore, Blaine, for fuck's sake! I don't want to look in the mirror and want to rip off my skin because it's dirty! I don't want to live like this anymore!" Kurt's cries echoed into the night, and he shook violently, tears pouring from his eyes. Blaine just held on to him, burying his face into his neck.
"I love you, Kurt. I love you. I love you."
"No! Nobody can love me! Nobody can-"
Blaine turned him around, staring him in the eye.
"KURT!"
His yell was loud, louder than Kurt had ever heard him speak. Kurt froze, swallowing back his words, staring at the hurt, pained, angry, confused, tears that fell down from his eyes; as much as they were filled with so many powerful, hurt emotions, they were infused with a deep love that Kurt knew was there, and just that thought caused him to tremble.
Blaine's breathing was labored, and he bit his lip, trying not to cry anymore. He faltered, and just thre himself onto Kurt, holding him tightly, running his hands through his hair, rubbing his back. He sobbed into Kurt's neck and Kurt felt his tears rising as well and did the same.
"Blaine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Blaine, I'm so sorry... Blaine... I love you.. I love you..."
Blaine kissed his neck, nuzzling into it.
"I know, Kurt. I love you too. I always will, I always have. I don't like seeing you like this. If you die, I'm dying with you. Please. Don't leave me, Kurt. Ever. Please... I love you so much, you're the only thing that's ever made me feel so complete. It might be selfish, It might be wrong, but I don't care how long it takes, I know you'll be a famous, amazing performer on a bright broadway stage someday, and I'll be in the crowd, smiling up at you, crying because I'm going to marry you someday, Kurt. I'm going to marry you, and I'm going to look up and say 'That's my husband' and be so proud of you... Don't throw that away, Kurt... It hurts now, it might always hurt; but you'll be okay. We're together. We can get through this together... Please..."
Kurt fell limp in his arms, weeping.
"God, Blaine... I love you s-so much..."
Blaine held him tighly, kissing his neck again.
"I love you too, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."
Carole sat at the table, biting her thumbs, her eyes red and teary. Burt had his hand on his face, leaning against the counter, and Blaine sat on the floor. There was a heavy tension in the room, and nobody knew how to break the silence.
Blaine rubbed his temples.
"..He's at least sleeping now. Peacefully."
Burt nodded, sighing.
"Good. That's good."
Carole folded her hands on the table.
"I think.. I think we should get him put into the psych ward for a while, Burt. He needs to be somewhere safe, and just needs to get away, and be calm for a little while, and I think they could really help him."
Burt nodded, registering the idea. He looked at Blaine, who just nodded, tears visible in his eyes.
"In all honesty, I agree. Kurt needs to be safe. And this could really help him. I can only do so much." Blaine's breath hitched and he put his hand on his forehead. "I can't do enough..."
Burt shook his head, walking over, pulling Blaine up by the arm and took him into a tight embrace.
"No, don't do this to yourself Blaine. You gave Kurt hope, love, and someone who will never leave him. I do that for him, but you? You've saved his life on multiple occasions. Including tonight. I can never thank you enough, neither can Carole, Finn, Kurt, or anybody. You've been the best thing that's happened to him; he's been lost ever since his mom died, but you showed him light. So don't ever say you're not doing enough. You're giving him the universe, Blaine Anderson. Buck up, boy. You're the best boyfriend my son could ever have. And in my opinion, you're my son too. So you're not alone in this."
Blaine cried, hugging Burt back. His heart pounded, swelled. His dad has never hugged him in his life. Never told him he was proud of him. Never told him he was worth anything.
And here was this man, holding him, telling him he was his son.
Blaine's voice came out a shaky, weak whisper.
"Thank you..."
The next day...
Kurt, Burt, and Blaine all sat in the waiting room. Kurt was staring at the ground, leaning his head onto Blaine's shoulder, holding his, as well as his dad's hand.
He had cried all morning when he found out what they were doing. He didn't want to go to the psych ward; he felt like a crazy person. But he knew they were doing it out of love. He knew it would help him. Even if he didn't want to go, he knew.
Blaine kissed his head, causing Kurt to smile weakly. Kurt looked up into his eyes, not caring that his dad was there.
"Blaine?"
"Yes, baby?"
Kurt smiled at the nickname, blushing softly.
"Kiss me."
Blaine leaned in, kissing his lips gently, brushing some of his hair behind his ear. He pulled back leaning his forehead onto Kurt's.
"I love you. This is going to be good, Kurt. I'll visit you every day, I promise."
Kurt smiled weakly.
"I'm sorry our summer is going have to be halted for a while."
Blaine shook his head.
"Don't apologise."
"Excuse me, Mr. Hummel?"
Burt stood.
"Yes?"
"I need you to come sign some papers."
Burt followed the nurse out of the room and Kurt held on to Blaine, like he was being taken away to an asylum. Blaine sighed, rubbing between his shoulder blades and Kurt purred in to his shoulder.
"I love you, Blaine."
"I love you too, Kurt."
I'm going to end it there because the bell is about to ring. But i'll continue soon, I promise. Review, I really need to know how this one went, I really wanted it to be emotional and frightening at the same time. Please tell me what emotions you felt and if i conveyed the idea of Kurt running frantically in the middle of the night well.
-Echo.