Well hello y'all. Here's another chapter at 20 to 1 in the morning. I think i'm becoming an insomniac which doesn't help because school starts again in two days... Yay!
Anyway.. here's another rubbish chapter for you all. I hope you like it... I've been writing it between listening to a Rooster Teeth podcast, and watching PewDiePie and Cry play "To The Moon"
That game is beautiful and it makes me cry. Go watch it. Now.
Anyway... enjoy... drop a review on how to make it less crap so it's enjoyable :D
BYE!
Chapter Twelve
Burt knew something was wrong as soon as Kurt walked into the house. The first sign, was that Kurt was home early. With his son spending so much time at the hospital, it had become a routine of his son coming home at a certain time, telling him there was no change, then going to his bedroom and having Teenage dream on repeat for the rest of the night.
The second sign was that Kurt went straight up to his room without even acknowledging his dad. The music didn't start either. It was quiet throughout the house.
Burt lifted himself from his chair, and made his way to Kurt's room.
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Meanwhile, Kurt was curled up in a ball on his bed cuddling one of Blaine's hoodie - that had been left at the house - and staring at a picture of him and Blaine that had been taken after West Side Story.
"I'm sorry Blaine," he whispered, "I should've told your parents as soon as I found out. You were worried about failing me, and in the end, I failed you."
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The two boys woke the next morning curled around each other.
Kurt awoke first, and just stared at Blaine for a while. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Looking at him now, you wouldn't think that there were small cuts lining his wrists. He thought back to the previous night. Finding Blaine curled up on the bathroom floor, he looked so small, so fragile, so broken. Kurt knew that Blaine needed professional help, he knew that he should really tell Blaine's parents what was going on, but he couldn't betray Blaine's trust like that. Either way, he knew nothing good would happen in the end.
While waiting for the shorter boy to wake, he ran his fingers through the curls that were in front of him, to keep his mind away from thoughts that he didn't want to worry about yet.
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That was how Blaine awoke. He felt Kurt's hands running through his hair. He let out a content sigh and snuggled closer to the boy.
"Good morning Blainey." He heard Kurt say to him.
Blaine grumbled something and then rolled over and buried his head in the pillow.
He heard the taller boy let out a chuckle, and was then rolled over to face the other boy.
"Kuuuuurt... It's," Blaine looked at the clock on his bedside table, "Eight a.m. Let me sleep please. It's the weekend. Why are you awake? How are you awake?" He asked, not usually awake before ten a.m in a weekend.
"It's routine Blaine. Just because you waste half of the weekend in bed, doesn't mean that everyone else does. I mean... I'm sure some people do, but not everyone. I'm one of the people that doesn't waste a day."
Blaine let out a long groan, "There's nothing we need to do today anyway..."
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Kurt turned to look at the other boy who was falling asleep again.
He decided to just let Blaine sleep, and he went to get ready.
When he was ready, Blaine was till sleeping. He looked too adorable to wake up, so he sat at Blaine's desk and logged onto the short boys laptop.
The background of the computer it was a picture of Blaine and himself curled up asleep on a couch. It was taken during the summer vacation... did Blaine feel like that back then? Or did it all start when he joined McKinley? These feelings Blaine was having could all be because of him.
No. He couldn't think like that. Not when he was trying to help him get over his... addiction?
First thing he needed to know, was what made Blaine feel the need to cut, and then figure out how to stop him when he did feel the need.
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Blaine awoke two hours later, and rolled over to cuddle Kurt, and was deeply disappointed when he didn't find the boy next to him.
He sat up on the bed and rubbed at his eyes like a small child. He looked around the room to try and find his boyfriend.
He gave a small smile when he saw the boy walk into the room holding two mugs of coffee.
"Ten a.m... well you were right. Not before ten. I got you coffee incase you were cold... or thirsty... or whatever..."
Kurt was babbling... he only did that when he was nervous. Things didn't usually go well if Kurt was nervous, so he felt nervous as well. So, instead of reaching for his coffee, he held his arms open for Kurt to cuddle with him.
The taller boy gave him a small smile, and then walked towards the bed. He place the two mugs on Blaine's bedside table, and then laid down on the bed next to the boy. The shorter boy smiled, and cuddled closer to his boyfriend, resting his head on Kurt's chest.
They stayed like that for a while. Just laying in a comfortable silence content in just being with each other. Blaine thought that he was going to fall asleep again... until Kurt spoke, "Blaine... we need to talk."
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He felt Blaine stiffen immediately after the words had left his mouth. The boy sat up and looked at him with terrified eyes. Kurt realised what Blaine must have been thinking.
"Oh sweetie, no. I'm not breaking up with you. I told you I'd never say goodbye to you." He saw the boy relax, "I meant that we need to talk about... your problem."
He watched Blaine stiffen again, "I don't want to talk about it Kurt." He said in a harsh voice. He stood off of the bed, and walked towards his desk.
"Blaine. You need help. You won't let me tell your parents, so I'm going to try and help you," He walked towards the troubled boy, "I need to know how to stop you... help you... if you ever feel the need to hurt yourself. I need some confirmation that you'll... that you'll still be here when I wake up on a morning."
He had started to cry at the thought of losing Blaine. He tried to keep his sniffles quiet to not alert the other boy to his distress. It was to no avail though. Blaine heard him and turned around to face him. Kurt tried to smile, but it didn't stop the tears.
"Kurt, sweetie, don't cry. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't cry."
"What do you think will happen if I walk in and find you dead on the floor?! What will I do then Blaine?!"
He saw the shorter boy flinch at the harsh words, "You're the love of my life Blaine. We're going to New York together. I'm sticking with you forever. That's what we promised each other when we first got together Blaine."
He watched the shorter boy have an internal battle with himself, "... Okay Kurt. I'll tell you as much as I can..."
