Note:

Not sure if I'm dealing with a lack of motivation to write, a lack of motivation in general, or a lot of stress but I think I'm going to spend some time reading (and reviewing) other Klaine fics on here just so I can feel more motivation and energy again. Also, I was going to have two more happier chapters but I'm going through something now and think I need to rearrange some things.

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Very Important Note:
Blaine will be alive and interacting with Kurt in future chapters.

Part 12

Kurt smiled softly at Blaine as the two of them messed around in the kitchen, Kurt had started off a great chocolate souffle for them, not caring about calories, and Blaine had prepared flatbread to be cooked, and right now the two were rolling the dough for cookies. Every so often though, Kurt would see Blaine smiling and this would make his heart leap but afterwards there'd be a tremble or a tear that never fell, and Kurt knew that no matter how hard Blaine tried to deny it, that he was in pain.

That hurt the most.

The curly haired doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked at the cutters that Kurt had created (which could be cut out on lasers using an expensive device, "Those gingerbread men are all wearing bow ties," he said with a strong smile as Kurt looked away teasingly.

"Completely coincidental must be," he lied playfully, "So you just hold this above the dough and press the button,"

Blaine put his hands on the thick black mat where the dough was resting to make sure it wasn't going to cause any problems, he took Kurt's hand and then led the brunette's fingers over the buttons, the first was the power button, second along was something you could press to actually cook the pastry at a desired temperature, then sixth was the cookie cutter. He looked at the board and put the intensity down to 50% what it was at that point. It really was a high end cooking product.

"Tap it gently," he whispered before pointing to the little cat, little beagle, and little bird shapes which also wore bow ties, "You really know me well," he smiled, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder, "So, you'll want to cut the shapes you have here and then tear away the excess dough and cook to a golden brown and..." there was a ding that meant the souffle was done, "Ah, I'll check this and you do the cookies?" he asked with a chuckle.

The chuckle scared Kurt more than he'd ever care to admit.

Pressing the buttons the way that Blaine told him to, Kurt watched as the cookies were cut and then baked without him having to do anything or wait for a long time. Okay, no wonder you needed a special glove and apron when using this machine. As he finished, he noticed that Blaine was coming back to retrieve it and turn it off and so the two switched roles as Kurt went to look at his souffle.

Blaine gathered some excess cookie crumbs onto a plate and started to nibble on them, he gave a rather satisfied look back at Kurt, for a moment flinching again but then returned to his smiling, at peace expression, "I don't know when the last time was that I made cookies like this," he said in wonder as Kurt came over and took a few of the cookie crumbs himself.

Blaine placed the plate down in front of them and then leaned against a stool, "I was wondering if you wanted to go back to college. I mean Broadway has changed and you'd probably have to restart somewhere but you could do that, or fashion maybe, or there are some other great schools."

Kurt took a deep breath, this was when he was really going to talk to Blaine about what he wanted, "I'm planning on becoming a lawyer," he watched as his husband took a few steps back in complete shock. "I know you spent twenty years of your life learning medicine and helping me, becoming a doctor for me, I just think that if I knew real legal procedures, or you know maybe even politics, I could help you. I could be the one to protect you."

Blaine stared at Kurt, seeming confused and Kurt didn't know why, but he was going to try to convince Blaine if he had to.

"I hate knowing that for every pleasant moment you have there's an element of pain in it," there was still confusion on Blaine's face. "You know, with the chip that they put in your head." Blaine still gave a rather odd look at Kurt, it really looked as if Blaine didn't know any of this. Were their friends mistaken in this?

"Kurt, I don't have a chip in my head. Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, whoever, just has to come up with other kinds of reasons than what is really going on. I don't have any kind of electronic device in my brain causing me to feel pain."

Kurt took a half breath, just looking at Blaine. He looked so honest and genuine but then should he discount what Mercedes had said to him? The brunette shook his head, "Blaine, I don't know if I can really trust that. You're absolutely certain that you don't have pain in your head from a chip that's in there, your machine or..."

"My machine?" Blaine asked again as Kurt took another breath. He didn't know how to react against Blaine's puppy dog eyes and confused expressions. He hadn't been here so he didn't know what had been going on, maybe it was okay then. Maybe he was over thinking things, Kurt took a deep breath In and smiled.

"I'm sorry," he apologized with a slight shake of his head, "I'm still trying to make all the pieces fit together," he looked at Blaine and walked over to him, wanting to kiss him passionately and longing for his body, maybe he could if there really wasn't a chip. "Maybe," he tried to overcome his baby penguin instincts as he played with the collar of Blaine's button down shirt, "We could see if we still fit together."

Blaine grinned, catching the mischief in Kurt's eyes. He made a lustful groan and then let his lips fall upon Kurt's. God, it had been so long since he had been pleasured in that kind of way, this was exciting and so much more than exciting.

Kurt started to undo Blaine's shirt as he tugged him back towards the living room. There was a sofa there, they should have probably tried using a bed but heck, the two of them had nearly had sex in the back of a car in front of a church when there was a wedding held and they weren't together, there weren't rules anymore.

They made their way to the living room, Kurt leaning over Blaine and pushing him down onto the couch as a way of saying that even though Blaine was older, Kurt could still dominate him. He could still show mastery of his love for him.

Kurt threw Blaine's shirt to the ground, his hands making way with Blaine's pants as Blaine seemed to be wildly grasping at Kurt's shirt but the brunette didn't notice how these movements weren't doing anything. Once Kurt had taken Blaine's clothes he looked to Blaine, kissing him passionately again and felt Blaine make movements back against his mouth.

Kurt threw his shirt off.

He almost literally ripped his briefs when tossing them off.

Blaine kept making these moans, these moans which to Kurt sounded as if he was enjoying this, the playful groans that came with adult intimacy. "You're ready right?" Kurt whispered, a huge smile on his own face. He just felt so thrilled and so happy and...the way that Blaine looked killed Kurt inside.

Blaine was just staring at the ceiling but the amount of pain in his eyes, Kurt had never seen that much pain in another person's eyes before, he wasn't even sure if that had been captured on film or in a photograph.

Blaine was choking, having difficulty with breathing and these painful moans, these moans that Kurt had interpreted as sexual sounds were noises of the deepest pain.

How could Kurt have been so blind?

So damn foolish?

"Bl-Blaine," he asked weakly before reaching forward and tried to feel Blaine's throat but it was like he was touching something that carried a ton of static electricity. He felt sick as he finally heard Blaine yell in pain, he had never heard that sound before and he had caused it.

He had to just calm Blaine down, maybe massage his temples, he leaned forwards trying hard to keep everything gentle and not to antagonize anything as he clambered off of Blaine. He almost couldn't believe it when he saw a burn mark forming on his fingers from touching Blaine's head.

Oh dear god no!

"Blaine?" he asked weakly as Blaine's eyes didn't move but the pain increased further, Kurt reached for Blaine's phone, not really understanding how to use it, but he needed to get Blaine help, he needed to get him to a hospital.

Suddenly Blaine's body became limp as he lay there and Kurt felt an emptiness grow, crawling outwards from the pit of his stomach. Blaine didn't seem to be breathing.

Kurt reached out, trying to find out how Blaine's pulse was.

He couldn't feel a heartbeat.