"Wake up, damn it!" Blaine squeezed Kurt tighter, as if to share his life force with his boyfriend. He dragged Kurt's soaked body out of the tub. Placing two fingers at Kurt's neck, he felt his pulse. It was quick, but nothing too concerning. Blaine pulled off Kurt's jeans and went to his room, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and pulling them up Kurt's pale legs. Blaine also got himself a dry shirt and sweatpants and changed. He then lifted the light boy into his arms and deposited him on the bed, pulling the covers up to his neck and tucking him in. Blaine worried his lower lip as he thought of what else he needed to do. He pulled a sticky note from a pack and wrote a quick note saying that Kurt wasn't feeling well and that he was going to sleep early. Blaine went up the flight of stairs, sticking it to the door and then locking it behind him. He stood there for several minutes, just staring at the door. The sensation of being mentally torn in half caught him off guard. Half of him wanted to go and rip Karofsky to pieces, burning him to ashes for what he must have done to Kurt. Half of him wanted to go and hold the unstable boy downstairs. Hold him and never let him go. Keep him safe from evil and filth and horror out in the world. His fingertips brushed the cold doorknob when a broken sob was heard and his decision was made. Almost tripping down the stairs, Blaine made it over to Kurt who was curled in on himself making pitiful whimpering noises. His throat tightened as he kneeled next to him, letting his hand rest on the back of Kurt's head. "Kurt?" Blaine's voice broke slightly. He got up and crawled onto the bed, laying his head on the other pillow.

Kurt blinked his eyes up, watching him wearily before a sob broke out and he turned his face into his pillow, ashamed. Blaine hesitantly slid his hand over, taking Kurt's hand in his own. "I thought it was a dream." Kurt spoke, his voice muffled by the pillow.

"Kurt, what the fuck did you do?" His harsh words softened by his light tone.

One red-rimmed glasz eye peeked out from the pillow, "I'm so sorry." His voice thick with unshed tears.

"That doesn't exactly answer my question, babe." He smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. To be honest, he was scared shitless. Kurt hid his face again, "Okay," Blaine began, urging Kurt to look at him by stroking his cheek with the pad of his thumb, "How about you start with what happened this morning after I went to class."

Kurt bit down on his lip, letting out a shaky sigh, "I-I can't, Blaine."

Blaine shifted closer, "I can't let something like this go, Kurt." Blaine was about to continue when he looked into Kurt's wide orbs and saw it… Fear. "I won't tell anyone," He started, watching as Kurt shifted his eyes away, "I won't tell anyone as long as you tell me why you did it.

"It was a mistake, Blaine." Blaine watched as the gears turned in Kurt's head, "I was… I was just looking for some pain meds and I- uh… I think I mixed them up?

Blaine stared right through his excuse. "I don't believe that for a second." Kurt faltered, "I think I deserve an answer as to why I fucking come to your house just to find you-" Kurt cringed as his voice grew louder, "Kurt…" He didn't know what else to say. What else could he say? Kurt wasn't communicating with him whatsoever.

"It was nothing…" Kurt whispered.

Blaine released Kurt's hand, slamming it onto the mattress, "It wasn't nothing, Kurt!" He sat up, running a hand through his tousled curls, "It wasn't nothing."

"You already know how this will end." Kurt said in an eerily calm voice, causing Blaine to whip his head around to face him.

"What?"

Kurt sat up, settling against the headboard, "I wouldn't blame you if you left."

"What the hell are you talking about? You're freaking me the fuck out, Kurt."

Kurt wrapped his arms around his stomach, digging his nails into his sides, "M-maybe you should just go…"

Blaine let out an incredulous laugh, "You've got to be fucking with me." Kurt shook his head slowly, "You are breaking up with me? After what you just- This isn't fucking funny."

"I'm not making a joke, Blaine." His tone holding nothing but seriousness along with a bit of regret.

Blaine felt a pang in his chest, something that almost felt like physical pain. He didn't understand why he suddenly had the urge to be sick… "Kurt, you just tried to kill yourself."

"No, I-"

"YES YOU DID! Don't you lie to me… I swear I'm going to fucking kill Karofsky." He growled, grinding his teeth together. "What type of punk ass person would I be if I left you when you- Wait… Why didn't you go through with it? Why'd you throw it up?"

"I told you, it was a mix up." Kurt remained adamant about the fact that he wasn't trying to kill himself. Blaine wasn't buying that load of shit for a second.

"Then why are you trying to get rid of me?" Blaine raised an eyebrow in question, waiting for Kurt's answer.

"It was a mistake to get involved with you… so close to when I'm… moving." Kurt shimmied around, seeming uncomfortable under Blaine's intense stare.

"Moving, huh...?" Kurt nodded, averting his eyes, "Yeah, not buying that either."

Kurt huffed, "Well, you don't have to buy it. I-I don't want you here… I just- You have to understand that I'm doing this for you."

Blaine narrowed his eyes, creeping closer to the sad, pale boy, "And what if I don't want to leave?" He hovered over Kurt's body, his face so close he could make out each individual freckle that dusted Kurt's nose, "What if I want to stay right here?" The sky outside was darkening, casting the room in shadows. Hot breath intermingled between their close faces as Kurt leaned his forehead against Blaine's.

Blaine let his eyes flicker to Kurt's seashell pink lips, parted just slightly, begging to be kissed. The atmosphere in the whole room shifted, the aching in his chest radiated outward towards Kurt as if pulling him in. His hand rested on Kurt's thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb. Painfully slowly, Blaine tilted his neck so that his lips pressed against Kurt's. From only just a touch of Kurt's plush lips, Blaine could feel the electricity jolting through his system. He cautiously sucked in Kurt's lower lip, massaging it with his tongue. Kurt let out a small moan, enough to encourage Blaine to continue on. Angling his body, Blaine moved so that he was directly on top of Kurt. Fingertips trailed down Blaine's jaw and he opened his eyes to see azure eyes gazing at him, a range of emotion flickered through those orbs before they settled on one he'd never seen before. Blaine let his thumb trace along Kurt's swollen lower lip before pulling his face in and devouring his mouth with a passion. Kurt responded in earnest, hooking his fingers in Blaine's curls to tug him closer. Hands scrabbled for purchase as Blaine rolled them over, pinning Kurt to the middle of the bed. He heard Kurt let out a gasp as Blaine leaned down and sucked at the pale expanse of skin on his chest.

"Oh, God- Blaine! Please, just-" Kurt keened, involuntarily bucking his hips up as Blaine palmed him through his sweats.

"Just what, babe? Tell me what you want." Blaine hooked his fingers under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

"Je veux que tu me baises." I want you to fuck me. Blaine's eyes darkened, his dick twitching at the sound of Kurt speaking in French and again to the meaning of those words.

"Oh mon dieu, oui." Oh God, yes. Blaine yanked off his pilfered sweatpants, his cock springing up once released. Reaching out blindly into the drawer next to them, he rummaged around for the bottle of lube and condoms. He finally found what he was looking for after coming in contact with many other items and pulled them out. He popped open the cap for the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the substance a bit. He coaxed Kurt's legs open slightly before tracing a finger around his entrance. Blaine leaned up, kissing along the pulse point on Kurt's neck to relax him before pressing one digit forward. He caught Kurt's broken moan with his mouth, sealing his lips in a searing kiss. He worked his finger around before adding a second, scissoring a bit. Kurt's entire body was vibrating with need, small noises coming from his parted lips. After adding a third finger, he pulled out, smirking slightly at Kurt's dissatisfied whine at the loss. He paused for a moment, half way expecting to have someone interrupt them once again. They didn't have a very good track record with trying to get off without someone coming and cock-blocking them. Ripping the package open with his teeth, he slid the condom over his aching erection, slicking himself up with extra lube. Blaine glanced down at Kurt who had his eyes closed, dark lashes fanning over the flushed skin in the hollows under his eyes. He was beautiful. "Kurt?" Kurt's eyes flashed open holding that same look that Blaine had no name for, "Are you ready?" He laughed a bit at the ominous question.

Kurt nodded, "Yes, Blaine." He breathed, reaching out to hold onto Blaine's shoulders. Blaine lined himself up, pressing forward at a controlled pace. Kurt let out a light grunt, biting down on his lip.

"You okay?" Blaine asked worried. The fact that he was asking was so foreign to him. Usually Blaine would just ram right in and have his way with whoever he was in bed with. He didn't want to cause Kurt any harm because he cared about him… Those other nameless faces meant nothing to him.

Kurt took a deep breath, "Y-yeah." His fingers linked behind Blaine's neck. Blaine moved forward until he was completely inside. He waited for a moment, his arms shaking from supporting his weight and from the overwhelming sensation of being so close to Kurt. "I'm good." Blaine pulled out halfway before plunging in once more. He kept up the slower pace until he felt Kurt's hands trying to pull him closer, "Faster." He breathed into Blaine's ear and that was all it took. He fell to his elbows, his chest resting on Kurt's as he thrust his hips forward. Kurt grabbed his face, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Those lips were torn away after a moment, "Holy mother of God!" Kurt exclaimed as Blaine found that bundle of nerves that caused Kurt to come completely undone. "Blaine, I'm- I'm gonna-"

Blaine kept himself at that angle, hitting Kurt's prostate with each snap of his hips. "I'm so close." Blaine reached his hands behind Kurt's back, keeping their bodies flush.

Kurt let out a choked moan, arching his back up, "Blaine!" Kurt screamed his name, coming between their bodies. The sound of his name falling from Kurt's lips pulled him over the edge and he came more than he ever had before. White dots danced in front of his eyes as he came down from his high. "Je t'aime." Kurt whispered, so lightly Blaine had to question whether he'd heard it or not.

He pulled out, tying off the condom and throwing it into the trashcan. He methodically cleaned Kurt off with a tissue, wracking his brain around what Kurt had just said. Blaine laid down next to Kurt, "Do you?" Kurt blushed, nodding shyly. "I-" Blaine hesitated, gazing at the wonderful, beautiful boy next to him. His heart was swollen almost too large for his chest to contain it. Blaine also remembered that look in Kurt's eyes. That look that he couldn't place before. He knew what his response would be then. "I love you, too." He pulled Kurt into his chest, feeling Kurt nuzzle his face into his neck. Yes. He was in love with Kurt Hummel.

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Sorry this is so late coming! I also usually post earlier at night, but I wanted to post this the second I finished it! Let me know what you thought! :)