Chapter XII: Rock Bottom

A.N.: I have absolutely no time to write tomorrow and I really didn't want for you guys to have to wait too long for the next chapter after leaving you hanging like that…so here goes…

Chapter Notes: This thing has its name for a reason…just saying…well I gotta give that angst tag a run for its money…so…enjoy x3

"Do you think he'll be ok?" Mercedes asked her boyfriend while they were sitting in the private jet of Wes' parents, Wes on David's left side, Mercedes on his right.

Except for them the plane also carried Finn, Burt, Sam, Santana, Puck, Dr Morgan and David Karofsky, although seriously no one knew what he was doing there for his jurisdiction definitely didn't reach Alaska, but he had insisted and not knowing what would be waiting for them they knew that they needed all the help they could get.

Most of the girls and Mike and Artie had stayed behind in New York, in case that some more drastic measures had to be taken and also because of the danger of their rescue mission. That hadn't stopped Mercedes or Santana of course, and Rachel had only stayed behind because of her kids.

"Mhh…" David replied noncommittally. "I don't know…I hope so…Kurt was stupid to run off without us like that. But god knows that the only thing on his mind was Blaine so…well…we will just have to hope that he makes it there in time and that we make it there in time to save both of them…"

Mercedes felt a lot like glaring at him, but she knew that he was right. She sighed heavily.

"The good news is that, if…when…" Wes corrected himself hastily as Mercedes shot him a death glare "When we get them back they will be free from Blaine's parents forever. We will sure the pants off these guys, they won't get away with what they did. Our parents have already prepared for the trial and there is no way for them to get out of this one unscathed. And then Blaine and Kurt can finally get the happy end they deserve."

After he had said that the plane fell into silence again, everybody inside of it hanging after their own thoughts. They all thought of Kurt, who was about 2 to 3 hours ahead of them and charging into the situation blindly and of Blaine who couldn't know that they were coming.

They just hoped that the two boys would be ok.

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"You're joking right?" Kurt asked the man in front of him in disbelief.

The raven just shook his head, pointing at the jetski, then the dog sleigh. Kurt was still hoping for him to come up with a car, as he shuddered. How could it possibly be that cold, this wasn't natural.

"It's either dogs or jetski." The man repeated slowly.

"Dogs…really?" Kurt mouthed in disbelief.

He didn't have time. He had to get to Blaine and he refused to be stuck in some tiny town at the end of the world, so close to his destination. He had made it to Anchorage, catching a last minute flight, he had made it here to this town what was its name and now he was supposed to ride a sleigh? He shook his head.

"Show me how to use the jetski." he asked and the man complied.

Not even 30 minutes later Kurt was on his way again, following his Iphone 13 to the coordinates Lily had given him.

"Blaine love I'm almost there…just hang in there…I'm almost there…" he repeated again and again against the sharp cold wind that bit his face as he raced the jetski towards his lover.

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"Three people killed in terrible car accident." was the headline of the article and something inside Blaine shattered as he read the next two lines. "Kurt H. (22), Joshua T. (49) and Kelly J. (34) were killed when their cars crashed into each other due to a defect traffic light…"

Blaine was unable to do anything but stare at the words, refusing to believe them. He didn't even notice that the paper fell from his hands and they started shaking and his body started convulsing with heart wrenching sobs. In front of his inner eye he played the accident, or how he imagined it.

He saw Kurt, saw him running out of the door of their apartment, getting into his car, driving towards the airport excitedly, because he had found out where Blaine was. He saw him pushing the large black car over the crossroad.

He saw the red semitruck that had also been involved in the accident in the picture, drive in at the same time. He could see Kurt's eyes widen as it crashed into the driver's side of his navigator sending it flying onto the blue sedan, before crashing down onto its roof.

He saw Kurt, hanging upside down, the seat belt holding him in position. He saw those wide glasz eyes he loved so much dulling with pain as he coughed, blood appearing on his lips, his battered and broken body shaking, moving to loosen the seatbelt, crashing down onto the roof of his car.

"Bl-Blaine…I-I'm s-so s-sorry…" he coughed out, warm sticky blood seeping through his navy button down and coloring his brunette hair red "I l-love…y…" he broke off, eyes going dark as he stopped breathing.

Lifeless eyes stared ahead as the blood from a large gash in his chest stained the bright interior of the car…

Blaine turned over and threw up next to his bed, sobbing and retching until he felt completely drained, but even then he kept dry heaving, repeating a mantra of "No no no no no no no…" in his head over and over again.

He didn't know how long he had been lying like this, no one coming in to check on him for once. But he didn't care either. Kurt was gone and it was all solely his fault.

'Kurt…how can you be gone? How can't you be here anymore?' he cried out internally. "Kurt!" he yelled "Kurt! It can't be it just can't Kurt! Kurt!" he sobbed senselessly, dropping to the floor again after having moved off the bed a few steps, screaming in agony "Kurt!"

How could Kurt be gone? Blaine couldn't imagine a world in which his beautiful angel wasn't anymore. He now understood how Kurt could even consider going with Jason. He couldn't believe that he would never see him smile, hear him laugh, hear his voice when he was talking, singing, even shouting at him, couldn't believe that he would never get to look into those gorgeous eyes, run his hands through Kurt's soft hair, over his smooth skin, kiss his lips…how could Kurt just not be there anymore? How could the world continue existing when his world had been destroyed, how could he still be alive when his reason for living had been taken from him. How could the universe not crumble into darkness when its brightest star was gone?

Lying face down on the cold hard some floor Blaine couldn't help asking himself those questions again and again and again.

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Burt and the others were relieved when they heard that a young brunette had just left the village one hour prior to their arrival. That meant that they had closed in on Kurt. Without much ado they took five of the sleighs, as it turned out Santana, Sam, Bradley, Dave Karofsky and Wes had experience in driving them, no one even bothered to ask why, and they arranged the rest of the group with them, before they raced after Kurt.

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It was slowly starting to snow and Kurt was starting to get worried. Although it wasn't that much farther, he was freezing and weak and he could hardly feel his legs, or hands for that matter, and his face felt as if it was about to freeze off.

Only the thought of Blaine helped him to fight the treacherous tiredness and feeling of comfortable warmth which he knew were signs of him starting to freeze quite literally. Bt he wouldn't give up. Even when his jetski crashed into a hill of ice and threw him 5 meters through the air before he hit the ground, he was grateful for the snow stopping his fall right then, he didn't stop.

His Iphone GPS showed that the compound Blaine was supposedly in was less than 1500 meters away. He marked the place where he had left his jetski, realizing that he was unable to pull it out of the snow and started walking towards his lover, praying that Blaine would be ok.

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When Blaine got up he only felt numb and empty. The pain wasn't gone, he knew it was just too big for him to take, so his mind had shut down on it. Slowly he walked into the bathroom, staring at himself in the large mirror.

He was a picture of misery. Thin, disheveled, dark circles around his eyes. Eyes which looked so dead and empty, that he almost scared himself. Eyes which were red rimmed from crying. He looked down at the sink, finally bowing down to rinse his mouth to get rid of the sour taste in his mouth. It didn't go away.

He stood up again, just looking at himself. But not really. The person staring back at him wasn't himself. He had died in the second that he had realized that Kurt was really gone from his life.

The person that stared back at him had nothing to live for anymore. The person that stared back at him through empty eyes was dead inside.

In one sudden movement he smashed his hand against the mirror, making it shatter into a million tiny pieces, his blank face staring at him from millions of shards, as the blood from his hand started coloring the white tiles of the floor dark red.

Blaine let himself fall to his knees, not caring about the broken glass that cut into his legs and hands. He just stared at the 1000 broken pieces of the mirror, each staring back at him, mocking him, as the represented the broken bits of his life.

He blinked. Once. Twice. Tears starting to blur his vision. He blinked them away furiously, picking up one of the bigger shards. He looked at the face in the reflection, pale, eyes empty and dead. It didn't draw any emotion from him.

Suddenly he saw Kurt. Smiling at him, bright eyes sparkling with mirth as he teased Blaine about something, he didn't remember.

"Kurt…" he whispered brokenly.

And then, the picture disappeared, leaving him to stare at his own face again. Blaine didn't even feel the pain as he lowered the shard and cut his wrist, again and again, watching how his own blood stained the glittering shards as he felt himself grow weaker.

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Kurt didn't even know how many times he had fallen and gotten back up, clothes soaked and limbs cut and bruised, but none of it mattered anymore when he finally arrived at the secret hideout of the Andersons. Staring at his phone he contemplated calling Lily, but he didn't know if that was a good idea.

But he didn't know if he had another choice. He assumed that there were guards and while he fancied himself a bit of a ninja, he was pretty sure that he couldn't take them on, especially not in his frozen and exhausted state. So he dialed the number of Blaine's phone which she had reached him with hoping that they hadn't turned it off again, as he walked straight towards the house.

He was now standing in front of the door of the large building and no one had stopped him yet. He was starting to assume that there was nothing or no one to stop him because no one expected him to get there in the first place. Lily picked up at the third ring.

"Kurt?" she asked in disbelief.

"Yes it's me, I'm here, open the door." the boy replied.

He heard a faint thudding sound, almost as if she had dropped the phone, but soon later he heard someone on the other side of the door before it swung open to reveal Lily, eyes red from crying and hair sticking off into all possible directions.

"It's really you…you're alive…" she stuttered as she pulled him inside.

Kurt frowned, completely stunned when she hugged him tightly. "Oh my god Kurt…"

A little embarrassed the fair headed woman pulled back after a second. Although Kurt only wanted to see Blaine, he had the feeling that he was missing some vital information.

"Lily…why wouldn't I be alive…?" he asked, confused.

"Well…the accident…your car…the mistress just showed me the article…" the maid blushed.

"Accident…my car what…?" Kurt muttered and suddenly both of them gasped simultaneously as they realized what was happening.

"That bitch!" Lily yelled "How could she do that to Blaine?"

Kurt was no less angry, but he was touched that the young woman was so mad on his behalf, well and on Blaine's.

"She wanted to break him…she knew that there was no way to break his spirit as long as you were there…" another voice suddenly said and the two whipped around to see Blaine's father looking at them through troubled eyes.

Lily placed herself in front of the younger boy protectively, as the man stepped forward. Kurt put a comforting hand on her shoulder and stepped past her.

"Where is he?" he asked through gritted teeth, barely able to contain himself from shouting.

"What is goin…YOU…you will not see Blaine…you will not ruin his chance for a happy and normal life…" Janice Anderson yelled as she came down the stairs and realized what was going on.

"Where is he?" Kurt now yelled as everyone turned to face the furious woman on the stairs.

"He's…"

"Jonathan don't…what are you doing? Can't you see it? That boy is messing with your mind!" Janice shrieked as her husband turned around to tell Kurt.

Unsure, Blaine's father looked around between the woman he loved and the boy he knew meant the world to his son. His eyes showed a haunted expression as he realized that he had to make a choice now.

The second his gaze met Kurt's and he saw the determination in those glasz eyes he made his choice.

"Blaine's downstairs…"

"Jonathan no! How could you? You are going to ruin this family." Blaine's mother shrieked and at that moment it became clear to everyone that she had just lost it.

She charged down the stairs, towards Kurt, but her husband stepped into the way.

"Lily get Kurt to Blaine." he ordered as he closed his arms around his wife, holding her, against her struggling, watching as the two others rushed off.

"Jonathan noo!" she cried as she watched them leave too. "Noo how could you do that…?" she sobbed, sinking against his chest, her struggling growing weaker while Jonathan just held her, just then realizing how wrong they had been all the time.

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"Look Lily, my dad and my friends are going to be here soon, could you please make sure they get in?" Kurt asked the blonde as they were standing in front of Blaine's door, unlocking it slowly.

She nodded. "Of course."

As she turned away Kurt grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him.

"Thank you." he simply said.

She just nodded again, smiling gratefully, before she ran off.

Kurt didn't even look after her as he rushed into Blaine's room…finding it empty. The bedsheets were ruffled and Kurt walked into the room, finding the terrible lie that Janice Anderson had printed to break the spirit of her son. Kurt felt like throwing up at the thought, but he had a more important problem.

"Blaine?" he called softly "Blaine love where are you? It's me…I'm here…"

He looked around when suddenly he heard a faint noise coming from behind a closed wooden door. He slowly walked towards it. It sounded like whimper.

"Blaine…?" he called again, opening the door.

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Blaine had long stopped cutting his wrists, falling to the side. He was just lying there, too weak to move. His thoughts drifted off to Kurt and he smiled. Or at least he thought he did. The room was no longer just blurry, it was starting to get dark around the edges as well.

The pain from the cuts had long since faded as his body slowly went numb and cold, but the pain in his chest from the emptiness Kurt had left behind refused to go away. He had never felt anything worse.

He tensed ever so slightly as he heard someone entering his room somewhere at the far edge of awareness.

Suddenly he heard a voice calling his name and his heart stopped. This couldn't be. He had to be imagining things. Kurt was dead. This couldn't be real. But then the voice called again and Blaine realized what kind of terrible mistake he had made. He whimpered, softly, not knowing if the other could even hear him.

The steps in the other room came to a halt, then the approached the door of the bathroom. Inside of his head Blaine was yelling Kurt's name, but all that came out was a faint, low whimper. But it was enough. The doorknob turned and the door was opened slowly.

"Blaine…?"

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"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, dropping himself on the floor next to his lover as he took in the whole scene, the shattered glass, all the blood, the pale body on the cold floor.

"Oh god no please no Blaine don't do this to me…" Kurt cried, pulling Blaine into his arms, not caring about the sharp glass that cut into his legs.

Blaine wanted to answer, wanted to look up and see Kurt, reassure him that they would be ok, but his body refused to obey him. He felt the warmth of Kurt's embrace and he was terrified as he realized that he was losing his grip on reality.

He didn't even feel how Kurt tore his clothes, bandaging his wrists, trying desperately to stop the bleeding.

"Blaine no come on please come on…no…I just found you please Blaine no…" he sobbed and a hot tear fell on Blaine's face, pulling him a little closer to the surface.

"K-Kurt…" he managed to choke out almost inaudibly, but Kurt heard him.

"Oh god Blaine…" he sobbed even harder now "It's all gonna be ok now, help is on the way I promise it's all gonna be ok…"

"…love…you…" Blaine said.

"No!" Kurt yelled and suddenly Blaine found tearfilled glasz eyes staring into his. "No Blaine Anderson don't you dare saying goodbye!" Kurt yelled obviously terrified.

Blain wanted to wipe away those tears and replace them with a smile but instead he felt his eyelids drop as he was pulled under again, away from Kurt.

"Blaine!" a desperate cry brought him back to the surface, his eyes opening again.

Kurt was holding him.

"Fight damnit! Don't you dare giving up on me! Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt shook him lightly as he was drifting away again.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked "You're gonna be ok…you're gonna be ok…we'll patch you p…you'll be as good as new…" Kurt sobbed, and Blaine knew that Kurt was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince him.

"Blaine!" Kurt shrieked and Blaine's eyes shot open again.

He hadn't even noticed that he had been drifting off again. He was slipping away, and he didn't know what to do.

"Blaine please please please don't do this please! Fight!" Kurt pleaded.

And Blaine wanted to, he really did. But he couldn't. He didn't know how. He wanted to reach out to Kurt and tell him how sorry he was for leaving him like that, for not being strong enough, for causing him that much pain, but his body was shutting down and he was losing the battle against the darkness.

And Kurt knew. Blaine could tell by the way he was crying and shaking him.

"Blaine no! Fight Blaine please fight! Please no! Please not like that! Please nooo!" Kurt was begging now.

When Blaine started slipping into the darkness, he was glad on a disturbingly selfish level, that the last thing he would see was Kurt, that the last thing he would hear was Kurt's voice, that the last thing he would feel were Kurt's arms around him.

"Blaine!" Kurt yelled, shaking him again and again, even as he went limb in his arms. "Blaine!" he sobbed again, crying into Blaine's chest.

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Right upstairs, Burt, Finn and the others burst into the house, Lily telling them where the boys were. Wes, David, Santana, Puck and Dave went to go and look for Blaine's parents, while the rest rushed downstairs to see how the boys were.

They called but no one answered, because no one heard them.

Chapter End Notes: Wow…this was intense…well at least for me it was…Thank you for reading so far…I hope you liked it…on some level…just let me know what you think and drop me a line…

To those of you who reviewed…I really want to hug all of you and hand you a bag of Redvines (or cookies if you prefer…)…*coughcough* ehem…anyways…you're totally awesome and you're the reason I try to update as fast as I can…

Anyways…this is not the end, as unlikely as it seems, there still are some loose ends to tie…so…I hope you'll be back and I will try and update soon…maybe I'll even pull an all nighter tomorrow to get it done…

Until then

Love, CITC