Bloody hell I haven't updated in so long and I am so so so so sorry... But yes, we are almost at the end now, only one more chapter.

I cannot believe the following this story has had, like compared to the other's I have written... That is just wow... So thank you, to every that has take the time to abuse me via reviews, I have read every single one and I have smiled at the too! You are all amazing!

I was going to update earlier this week, but given the recent loss we're are suffering from, I just needed a few days... I'm still really suffering from the loss of Cory actually, it makes no sense to me and I just really miss him... R.I.P, angel.

Anyway- you're welcome.

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*The night of the fire.*

The fire had been very much out for almost 4 hours now, yet the scene was still very much a light. There was a mess of police, paramedics and a rush of the general public trying to get a look in. David was checking over some of the paper work of how the fire started near the fire truck, he was trying to get rid of the painful beeping sounding in his ears of Wes and Blaine's trackers, informing him that there was no movement from the pair. The noise wasn't just painful because of the pitch of it, no. It was painful because it was two of the man's closest friends. Maybe Blaine hadn't been at the fire station long, but that didn't change the fact that he was David's friend and losing a friend, no matter how long you've known them is still one of the hardest things. David took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the noise once more. His hand reached up to turn the devices off, but he didn't need to, that constant beeping was shut off... David opened his eyes to see the tracking devices attached to the truck to showing movement from the fire fighters. All the lights were off, apart from two... Wes and Blaine were very much alive and moving.

"Chief, Chief!" David shouted, not wanting to take his eyes off the devices, just in case he was seeing things. "Chief, you've gotta see this!" David shouted again, motioning for the fire Chief to come over. The chief came rushing over, pushing aside a few people to get to his co-worker.

"What? What is it?" The man frowned, looking where David was pointing.

"Wes and Blaine..." David started.

"Jesus Christ... How the hell are those men still alive?" The man muttered, more to himself but David still heard.

"We need to get them out, go knows what state they're in."

"You're right. You stay here and try and get through to them, I'm going to get back up; God only knows how much time we have before that building either gives way or two of our best give way." The man nodded at David, who nodded back. He quickly rushed a way while David was pressing buttons, trying to pick up a signal from his two friends.

"Blaine, stay with me!" Wes shouted as he army crawled his way under a few fallen roof support beams.

"I'm trying here!" Blaine cried. Why did this have to happen to him? No. He couldn't think that, he had to stay strong, he couldn't give up. Not when he didn't know what Kurt was feeling... What if they had already told their loved ones they were gone? What if Kurt had been given that letter Blaine had written so long ago... No, he couldn't think that right now. He had to get out of here, he needed Kurt. And he was pretty sure Kurt needed him.

"I-I think I s-see light!" Wes shouted back to Blaine, who looked up to was far in front of Wes as he could see.

"Wes for the love of God, just keep crawling! This building is probably on it's last legs!" Blaine shouted as Wes began to crawl with all his force. It was hard to say the least. It must of been at least 40 degrees, there were still pieces of shrubbery there were scorching hot, Blaine was pretty sure he'd broken at least three ribs, his head was pounding, he could only just use his right arm and all this fire clothing was just weighing them down even more. But he could do this, if not for himself then defiantly for Kurt.

"I don't give a crap how dangerous it is in that building, two of my best men are in there and they're still very much alive!" Chief Davison shouted at one of the scene members, apparently the men in red vests had already started to assess the condition of the scene.

"I'm sorry sir, but we've already informed their loved ones of their loss. We can't have anyone else go in there, I'm sorry." One of the scene assessors replied.

"But their alive!" Chief Davison threw his hands in the air in frustration. "You know what? If you're not going to send anyone else in, I'll go in!"

"No, sir-"

"Don't you dare. I don't know how you're going to sleep at night knowing you're about to let two men die because you're too bone-idol to try and do something about it. Now get out of my way!" Chief Davison roared at the young man.

"But sir, if you go in there; you could risk your own life!" The man shouted after him.

"I'd rather die trying, than living knowing I hadn't even tried at all." Chief Davison didn't have to get very far in the building before he had spotted one of his men, Montgomery was on all fours, clearly trying to move something far too heavy for his own strength out the way. Davison had to watch his footing, one bad foot and he could be killing all of them. He stepped carefully, moving a few lighter objects out of their pathway. The two men were very near to civilisation, but clearly Anderson was very injured.

"Wes, I-I can't move anymore... I'm in so much pain." Davison heard Anderson say through gritted teeth.

"Blaine, come on. We're so close... Just..." Wes replied.

"Step back, Montgomery. You don't have the energy." Davidson shouted to the pair, causing them to both snap their heads up and look at their Chief. He slowly and carefully moved towards them, keeping an eye on his footing, ducking at the right times. He was only about 10 meters in and he could already tell there really wasn't much time left before the whole structure of the house just gave way. He then come to an opening where the two men were, Anderson was stuck under what used to be an arch way, which at collapsed from the fire; his right arm was trapped under his body. Both their faces were a mix of blood, sweat and fear. "So here's what we're going to do. Wes, I'm going to lift this and I need to you pull on Blaine's good arm, alright? Anderson, I know you're hurt but we gotta do this as quick as possible, god only knows how much time we have." Davison told the pair, Wes gave him a firm nod, whereas Blaine's was more worried. Davison started to move a few of the fallen bricks, not wanting to pull the wrong one. It was like a real life game of jenga, only a life was at risk. "Grab hold of his left arm." Davison said and Wes did as he was told, grabbing Blaine's arm. "On a count of 3... 1... 2... 3..!" And with that, Davison lifted and Wes pulled, causing Blaine to shout out in pain, but he was freed. Davison picked Blaine up the second he was in a more open area and threw him over his shoulder.

Just as Davison turned, keeping low to stop their lungs filling with soot too much, there was a huge bang from behind them. There really wasn't much time.

"Just run, Chief!" Blaine shouted from over his shoulder. "They can patch me up, as long as I'm alive!"

"That's my boy." Davison sighed with pride, but now really wasn't the time.

"What the heel do you mean you let Davison go in? Are you out of your fucking mind!" David shouted at the younger man in a red vest.

"I... He..." He started but was rudely interrupted.

"Davison hasn't been in a wreck like that in over 5 years, he's the Chief for crying out loud! Why didn't you send the other fighters in?" David shouted again, he really couldn't believe the stupidity of the recovery team right now.

"He went in! I couldn't stop him!"

"If he doesn't come out alive, on your head be it!" David snarled at the younger man, just as there was a huge crash from inside the building, almost every single had snapped up from what they were doing to look round at the building. It was honestly like something from a film... The whole house crashed the ground just as 3 men came running out, well 2 men. The other was thrown over Davison's shoulder. "You are so fucking lucky right now." David snarled again as he pointed a harsh finger to the boy in a red vest.

"I need a medic! Now!" Davison shouted. The whole fire team had gathered around were Blaine was laid, almost motionless on the floor, with Wes trying his best not to pass out next to him. David ran up to them, giving Davison a pointed look.

"You could of died." David said bluntly.

"And they could've too." He replied with raised eyebrows, before stepping back to let the medics do their work. "I'm going to need you to get hold of the people that have been told Blaine and Wes didn't make it, and I want you to find the people that thought it was a good idea to tell them they didn't make it before I had given them the clear and bring them to me so I can fire their sorry asses." Davison told his co-Chief, pinching at the bridge of his nose... What a night this had been...

*The day after the fire.*

Kurt still felt numb, well, do you blame him? Of course he did. He hadn't stopped crying. When Santana arrived he thought he could do it, thought he could stop crying but the second he read one word in Blaine's scrubby hand writing, the tears just started to pour again and there was nothing he could do to stop them. He had changed clothes, only to put yet another one of Blaine's t-shirts on, it still smelt very much like him. Kurt was currently sat on their sofa, staring at nothing. His hands had grabbed the front of Blaine's shirt and had pulled it up to his nose, just breathing in Blaine. It had a weird sense of safety to it, like just having Blaine's sent around meant that he was going to be okay... But he knew he wasn't. How could anything be okay anymore? Just as Kurt's eyes began to tear up again, there was a knock at the door.

"Go away!" Kurt shouted, without even realising he had shouted it.

"Kurt... Just, please? I really need you to come with me..." The voice on the other side of the door said. For a split second, he thought it was Blaine. That smooth voice, it was defiantly an Anderson voice.

"I can't look at you, Cooper. You remind me of... Him." Kurt whispered the last part.

"Fine, I'll wear a bag over my head... Just, please. Trust me?" Cooper asked; his voice sound so sure, so strong. How could he be s strong? He He had just lost his brother for crying out loud! Kurt slowly got up and walked towards the door and opened it, about a millimetre at a time.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, frowning at the older Anderson.

"Somewhere... Please, Kurt." Cooper was pretty begging now and that was not something he did often.

"Fine... I just need to-"

"No you don't, no one's going to care what you look like where we're going." Cooper shoved the door open the rest of the way and grabbed Kurt's hand, and yanked him out of the apartment, making sure the door clicked behind him. Once they were in the car, Kurt just looked out the window. He didn't want to look at Cooper because Cooper looked like Blaine and Blaine was gone and Kurt really did not want to be reminded of that. After a short drive, which Kurt hadn't really focused on where they were going, they were pulled up in a hospital.

"Cooper... Why're we here?" Kurt asked the older Anderson who had a little smile on his face. "And why the hell are you smiling?" Kurt frowned.

"Blaine's not dead." Cooper turned and looked at Kurt with a grin on his face. And that was how Kurt's whole world came back together with just three words.

"Please tell me this isn't a dream." Kurt closed his eyes, he wasn't sure why he was crying, not anymore.

"Just go a see him will you? Kiss him senseless, have crazy 'my boyfriend's not dead sex' or whatever you do when you find out someone isn't dead." Cooper looked confused at his own statement, but Kurt wasn't listening. He was already on his way to Blaine's room. He checked in as a visitor faster than a bullet and went straight to the room he was pretty sure the nurse had told him it was. But when he got to the door of Blaine's room, he realised that Blaine could be a state right now... He didn't know if Blaine was even awake, just because he was alive, didn't mean he wasn't unconscious. Kurt slowly pushed the door open. The room was white, all white with only an adorable head of black curls resting softly against a very white pillow.

"For the last time nurse, I don't want a sponge bath." Blaine sighed, his head was facing away from Kurt.

"Not even if I give you one?" Kurt replied sweetly, making Blaine snap his head around. Then wincing in pain from the movement. "Careful, sweetie." Kurt rushed over to his side, the second he saw the slightest bit of pain.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked, looking at those beautiful blue eyes, which seemed to turn gray when he was sad.

"You're alive." Kurt said, simply.

"Either that or I am dead and you're just an angel." Blaine winked at his boyfriend.

"Still as cheesy as ever." Kurt rolled his eyes with a giggle.

"Get up her and give me a cuddle." Blaine smiled at him, moving over a little to make room for Kurt. Blaine winced again at the sudden movement, feeling a stabbing feeling in his ribs.

"Please, don't hurt yourself even more." Kurt sighed as he rested the palm of him hand on Blaine's cheek.

"Just please get up here. I need to be close to you." Blaine told him, wrapping his good arm around Kurt's waist to pull him down. Kurt automatically curled up to Blaine, placing a soft kiss on Blaine's temple.

"I got your letter." Kurt whispered and Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt's middle.

"I'm sorry for making you worry, baby." Blaine nuzzled his face into Kurt's hair.

"Don't be sorry Blaine, don't ever be sorry." Kurt sobbed on Blaine's chest.

"Babe, please don't cry. I'm here now, okay?"

"I love you, Blaine." Kurt said, in between sniffs.

"I love you, too. I should of told you that a long, long time ago."