A/N: This chapter is more of a round up about what happened in the last chapter; I know I confused a few of you, so I hope this clears things up. Ignore any typos or format issues, I'm ill, but I wanted to give you this. Enjoy.

Previously on The YouTuber:

"No, no. Kurt, no," Blaine sobbed into Kurt's body; into the man, who looked just a boy. Blaine didn't register the ambulance men rushing in; he didn't register being pulled away from Kurt's lifeless body. He was numb, he was shaking, but most of all he felt lost.

Chapter 21.

Blaine was paralysed. He sat in the waiting room at the nearest hospital with his head in his hands. He couldn't bring himself to look at anyone else; all he could do was listen. Listen to the voices of doctors, of patients but mostly, himself, filling his head.

He was stupid. He didn't mean what he said. Of course he knew Kurt loved him, he was just angry. He was upset that Kurt didn't understand.

No, that wasn't it. He was upset and angry, yes, but at himself. He proposed to Kurt, in a moment of desperate need and anguish, in a moment of madness. And then didn't even stop to think that the reason Kurt said no was because he was acting like a fucking psychopath.

Blaine knew he was an idiot, but up until now, he didn't realise just how much of an idiot he actually was.

He sat there in the waiting room, feet tapping the floor in a frantic, nervous beat, whilst total strangers were treating to his boyfriend. He had no idea whether Kurt was alive or, well he didn't want to think of the or.

Everything within the past few hours had been a blur, his argument with Kurt, the phone call; his sobbing. The journey to the hospital was filled with beeps from various machines and long words Blaine couldn't even say, never mind understand.

He called Rachel in a state of despair; he doubted she could understand anything he was saying through the bawling. Through the hiccups and the sniffles, the stuttered words and half completed sentences. She hadn't turned up at the hospital yet, so Blaine took that as a firm no, to understanding where he was.

A few more minutes of self-blaming statements made and the easily noticeable ticking of the clock passed by. But he still remained seated. He was out of tears, his face drained of colour and clothes rumpled from kneeling; from holding his man close to him.

The unmistakable clip-clap of high heels came barreling down the hallway. The sound echoed against the gleaming walls of the hospital, rattling the inside of Blaine's mind, before the man was pulled from his chair and into a tight embrace.

"Blaine? What the hell happened?" Rachel cried into his ear, he held onto her tight and slowly shook his head, unable to form words.

She pulled away and stared at him, scared, worried but also concerned for both Blaine's and Kurt's well-being. She saw the look of fear in Blaine's eyes and immediately pulled him down into a seat, forcing him to look at her.

"Blaine, please, you have to tell me what happened," she spoke slowly and quietly, letting the words sink in. However, Blaine stared at her, hopeless and numb.

"It's my fault," he whispered, more to himself than to her. "It's all my fault," and just like that, his silence broke. "I shouldn't have shouted, I shouldn't have gotten mad or upset, I shouldn't have said the things I did. I shouldn't have let Him," Blaine spat with venom. "Kiss me. I shouldn't have proposed, God that was stupid, I shouldn't have been a fucking idiot. It's all my fault. I love him and now I've lost him, because if he isn't okay, he's going to break up with me anyway."

Rachel stared at him dumbfounded, her mouth worked to find the right words but nothing came to mind, she sat there and watched as Blaine continued to blame himself, hitting his head against his palm repeatedly.

The waiting room was only small, the chairs pushed close together and there was coffee machine sat in the back corner, which buzzed to life every so often. However, over the slight buzz and the idle chatter coming from the receptionists, Blaine's distraught sounds were heard by many. But yet, Rachel sat there, looking around at the people who watched the two of them with sympathy, and she didn't know what to do.

"Blaine?" She asked quietly, but even her soft tone sounded loud. "Blaine, you're going to need to start from the beginning." She placed a hand on Blaine's back, rubbing in circles; trying to calm the man, who sat with his head in his hands and mumbling incoherent words to himself.

"Rach," he pleaded, his voice broke and his expression was heartbreaking, but Rachel had no idea what was going on; she had no idea where her best friend was and getting stressed out was not good for the baby. So, she pushed further.

"Come on, Blaine, work with me here. Where's Kurt?" she questioned, deciding that a question and answer might be the easier option.

"In there, somewhere,"

"And why is he here?"

"He collapsed, Rach, I can't."

"You can, Blaine, and you will. Why did he collapse?"

"I don't know, we were fighting and then, and then he fell. I think he stopped breathing. I don't, God Rachel, no one's even told me if he's still alive!" Blaine exclaimed, his breathing picked up as his heart started to beat faster with panic.

Rachel kept rubbing circles into Blaine's back, all the while trying to get around her head around the things he was telling her. Kurt had never collapsed; he was in perfect health, no allergies or anything. She felt a lump beginning to build in her throat, but she couldn't start crying without knowing everything.

"Why were you fighting?" She asked, but Blaine just shook his head, dropping it into his hands once again. "Blaine?"

"He kissed me,"

"You were fighting because Kurt kissed you?"

"No, Sebastian."

"What?"

"It's my fault he's here, because I couldn't fucking stop Sebastian kissing me. He just did it and Kurt saw and thought I was into it, but I wasn't and then-"

"Blaine, slower please." she put her hand on his arm to calm his shaking.

"He ran off, I tried to catch him, but he disappeared. When I got home, he was asleep or at least pretending to be, I didn't want to argue to I left him to sleep. But, we didn't talk this morning."

"Go on,"

"I went to meet him from work, maybe persuade him to go for coffee and let me explain, but he'd already left, so I started to walk home. I saw him. He was stood, bang smack in the middle of the pavement and having a panic attack, I don't know. I moved him into an alley and then I kissed him to calm him down, it was getting out of hand so we stopped and we walked home. But, I knew we had to talk, and... and after that it's mostly a blur." he said quietly.

"I just remember stupidly, so stupidly, shouting that I didn't know whether he loved me, because… because he said no to my proposal."

"You asked him to...?"

"Rach, I'm so fucking stupid. I said it to prove the point that I want him forever, I didn't mean it, well I did, but I, not then. I was out of my mind, I was angry and upset and because of that it looks like he's had another panic attack and now I don't know if he's okay or whether he, whether he even wants me anymore."

"You're an idiot. That man worships you, do you know that since he moved out, every week we have two meetings – I planned them so we don't lose contact – but in those meetings, we hardly ever talk about much, because he's too busy filling me in on the new thing he'd learnt about you, or the sweetest thing you'd said. He's always talking about you,"

"I know-"

"No, I don't think you do. Kurt called me yesterday,"

"And?"

"He called me at lunch and said you were fighting. But not once, did he say anything about leaving you. He talked about the future, your future. In fact, he didn't stop talking; I found it hard to understand him at some points." She paused, to take in Blaine's shocked expression. "He was upset, Blaine. Of course, he didn't tell me about the kiss,"

"He didn't?"

"No, which, by the way, he will hear a lot about when I see him. He was scared of losing you though, I could sense that." she said, her mouth turned up into a sympathetic smile.

"He's here because he was scared of losing me, after I let Sebastian kiss me. It's my fault."

"But you didn't let him kiss you!"

"Of course not,"

"Then, it's, if anyone's, Sebastian's fault, Blaine. He kissed a guy in a relationship, who does that?" She spoke incredulously. They shared a few seconds of silent eye contact before breaking out into a little burst of laughter. "Okay, yes, I did that," the joke calmed the tense atmosphere that had been surrounding them since Rachel arrived.

"He'll be okay, right?" Blaine asked, worry written all over his face.

"He's a fighter, Blaine. He's been through some rough times, he'll be screaming out your name soon enough,"

"Rachel!" he sounded scandalised, but he knew she meant well.

After thirty minutes, they still hadn't heard anything and although it didn't seem like a lot of time, Blaine's mind was moving at two hundred miles an hour, so his thoughts were passing at tremendous speed, however, real time seemed to have slowed down. Rachel was off down some corridor on the phone to Finn, leaving Blaine alone, once again, sitting in the waiting room; listening to the sounds of phones ringing and machines quietly beeping.

He looked over his shoulder and saw Rachel pacing, he looked her over, in the few weeks since he'd found the time to see her, her baby bump had grown a tremendous amount. She was just over two months pregnant now, and she looked beautiful. She'd actually picked up a role as a pregnant lady in a Broadway play, it wasn't a stressful part, so she snapped it up in a flash.

As Rachel caught his eye, she waved through the glass window in the door and rolled her eyes, whilst pointing to her phone. Blaine smiled at that, he was glad Rachel was here with him, he honestly didn't know how he would have calmed down if it wasn't for the girl.

Blaine turned back around in his seat, he bent down to adjust his shoelaces, when a door opened. His head shot up, just like all the other heads in the room, to see a doctor in a long white coat walk through the door.

The doctor stopped when he realised all of the attention was focused on him. He smiled awkwardly, looked down to his clipboard and then back up again to glance around the room.

He caught Blaine's gaze, and looked like he found something, before checking around the room again. Blaine followed his eyes, he knew they were looking for him. Probably told before he walked into the waiting room: 'the boyfriend, apparently, is in there. He's a distraught mess, mind. Curls out of place and face paler than the boy he came in with'.

Blaine shook his head; his expression turned to one of hope, when the doctor met his gaze again and walked in Blaine's direction. Blaine heard a slight chorus of sighs from the people around him, and although it seemed selfish, he couldn't find it in him to care.

"Mr..." the doctor looked down to his clipboard, "ahh, there it is. Mr. Anderson?" He looked back up from his clipboard and smiled encouragingly.

"Yes, that's me," Blaine answered, he stood up and shook the doctor's hand.

"For Mr. Hummel, I presume." He said, giving Blaine's hand a firm squeeze.

"Yes, is he okay? God, is he alive?" Blaine found himself desperately asking.

"He's alive, Sir. And stable," the doctor replied.

"Oh, thank God." He sighed in relief and sank back down into the seat, gripping the edge tightly. He felt the chair next to him move and the doctor sit down.

"Mr. Anderson,"

"Blaine, please. You've kept my boyfriend alive, I'm pretty sure we're past that," that earned a chuckle from the doctor.

"Would you like to follow me and we can discuss what happened, and what to do next?"

"Next?"

"Just precautionary things, nothing to worry about."

"But, I'm not immediate family."

"You do live with Mr. Hummel?" Blaine nodded. "You are Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel's first contact?"

"First contact?"

"Yes, right here, see?" The doctor showed Blaine his clipboard, where in plain black and white it had Blaine's name, number and address. He was glad he was sitting, otherwise his knees may have given way. Kurt had made him his emergency contact, Kurt did that; without telling Blaine.

He didn't know whether to feel some sort of happiness or stupidity, because once again he's been proven an idiot.

"I take it by the silence, you didn't know?" the doctor asked, with a slightly amused smile. Blaine shook his head, too choked up reply verbally. It was then that the heeled shoes came strolling back into the waiting room, with each step the sound echoed through the room, making people look up as she walked past.

"Blaine?" Rachel inquired as she came to stand before him. He looked up toward her, several tears built up in his eyes, and fell down his face as he nodded; silently gesturing between Rachel and the doctor with his hand, as if that would inform the two who the other was. It was as he went to verbally introduce them, when he realised he'd the calling the doctor, just that, in his head.

"Rach, this is Doctor...?"

"Booth," he supplied, holding his hand out to Rachel, she shook it gently, blushing under the intense stare he gave her. Blaine watched on, eyebrows furrowed as the doctor - Doctor Booth - flirted with an obviously pregnant woman. He was seriously reconsidering his earlier 'Just Blaine' statement.

"Right, well, shall we get on?" Blaine tried to say as sweetly as possible, but from Rachel's not-so subtle snigger, it probably came off as protective. Either way, Dr. Booth seemed to get the hint as he cleared his throat and gestured for the two to follow him.

Blaine thought, initially, that they would be going to see Kurt. So, he was concerned when they were taken into an office.

"Can I not see Kurt?" he asked.

"Of course, but Mr. Hummel is sleeping at the moment. I'd prefer to discuss things with you and Mrs..?" The doctor tried his flirting again, and if Rachel didn't look like she was annoyed with his advances as well, then Blaine would not have been held for his actions. Especially seeing as though he just wanted to know how his boyfriend was doing.

"Mrs. Hudson, we've been married three years. And I know what you're thinking, 'no ring', but I'm Jewish, so I wear his name next to my heart instead," Rachel replied; Blaine listened intently, he was pretty sure that what Rachel had said was bullshit, and he was wondering whether the doctor knew she lying, also.

"He's a mighty lucky man," obviously not, Blaine thought as the doctor seemed disappointed.

"Yes, Finn is very lucky. Now, how about my boyfriend, how lucky is he?" Blaine was being sarcastic, and he was getting agitated, he knew he probably should be kinder. But, this doctor, if he could even call him that, was openly flirting with his friend in front of him, whilst he worries about his boyfriend who is 'apparently' sleeping in a different room, to the one they were in. So, excuse him, if he was getting upset.

The doctor seemed shocked by Blaine's little outburst, but his eyes widened and he nodded rapidly. He continued to flick through the several pages attached to his clipboard, until his found the one he needed. Or at least, that's what Blaine got from the sound of triumph that echoed around the room.

Ever since they stepped into the room, Blaine had been standing, to on edge to get to his boyfriend, to sit down. But eventually, after Rachel had sent him an encouraging smile, he took the seat next to hers. However, that didn't stop his foot from tapping the floor, impatiently.

"Your friend, Mr. Hummel, experienced an anxiety attack. Can you tell me whether he's experienced anything like this before?" Doctor Booth asked, Blaine looked at him he suddenly felt helpless as Kurt's first contact, sure he knew enough about Kurt's life, but they hadn't really got to the 'oh, when I was twelve I had my first anxiety attack' conversations. He looked over to Rachel, and she seemed to understand.

"Not for as long as either of us have known him, Kurt's quite healthy and he rarely gets worried or scared about things." She said.

"Was there any reason for Mr. Hummel to be worried or scared today?" The Doctor asked; Blaine blew out a gust of breath in reply.

He smiled ruefully.

"Yes, it's rather personal, but we fought last night and we're arguing today when it happened," Blaine was grateful when Rachel interupted the doctor, as he went to ask something.

"An anxiety attack, you said. People don't usually pass out from those, right?" She asked, a good question, that Blaine had also been thinking. "And Blaine said he stopped breathing."

"There are different levels of anxiety,"

"And Kurt's?" Blaine asked eagerly.

"Was high," he gulped, it was all his fault. "There are several symptoms of anxiety, trouble breathing is one of them. It is possible that Kurt did stop breathing, however, it is more likely that his body shut down, his breaths became less frequent and he passed out from lack of oxygen." Blaine listened, amidst the self-blaming, he just wanted to see Kurt. As if sensing his discomfort, Rachel asked the question Blaine had really been dying to know.

"Is it possible for an attack to come on so suddenly?"

"Most attacks are sudden, unless something trigger the anxiety, it would usually come out of the blue." Blaine felt sick, 'unless something triggers it'. He triggered it. He did that, to his boyfriend.

"Can you please tell him, it's not his fault." He heard Rachel say, but her voiced sounded warped, as if he was standing in a tunnel and she was shouting from either side.

"Blaine. Blaine?"

"Mr. Anderson," the doctor's voice spoke through his haze.

"I need to see him," Blaine's voice was urgent, and apparently the doctor could sense that. He immediately stood up, shooting wide eyes to Rachel, who looked on with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Follow me," he said and Blaine followed him, his short legs rushing quickly in long strides to keep up with the doctor. They rounded a corridor's corner and Blaine nearly ran straight into the doctor who had come to an abrupt stop outside of a closed door.

Blaine breathed in deeply, as the doctor looked to him before pushing the door open slightly. He looked through the gap, but all he could see was the end of the bed. He felt Rachel's hand slid through his and squeeze it tight before letting go, and then he felt her push his back so before he knew it, he was through the door; it slammed shut behind him and he was left alone in the room.

He shut his eyes quickly, before gaining to courage to re-open them, they landed on the bed automatically. And Blaine's legs almost collapsed beneath him. He couldn't move closer, all he could do was stare. Kurt was so graceful when he slept, he looked so peaceful, like he wasn't laid in a hospital bed after almost dying.

'Don't be so dramatic, Blaine,' Kurt's voice spoke in his mind.

Blaine crossed the room, he pulled the chair up beside the bed, and, after hesitating, he took Kurt's hand in his and settled them on the bed.

He watched his hand as his fingers curled around Kurt's; his breath shuddered out as Kurt's cold hand met his and sent a shiver down his back.

"God, Kurt. I'm so sorry," he spoke quietly, watching Kurt's face as the younger man slept. In all honesty, he didn't know what to say. He wanted to recount a thousand apologies, a thousand words of love. But none of them felt right, not when Kurt wasn't awake to hear them. So, he sat there in silence, waiting for Kurt to wake up. Eventually, he felt himself drift off, he head fell onto the bed and that's the last thing he felt until the darkness took over.

Kurt woke up with a pain in the back of his head, a pounding thump that beat in time with his heart. His hearing seemed multiplied as he heard many voices talking around him. The air was muggy and he struggled to take a breath, on the outtake he opened his eyes, but immediately shut them again as the lights shocked him awake.

He heard a gasp, which echoed through his mind. Rachel. Kurt knew exactly who it was, and not a second later the girl was squeezing his hand. He forced himself to open up his eyes again and was met with a vision of brown hair as Rachel chucked herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, effectively covering Kurt's mouth, causing him to cough.

She pulled away and Kurt almost rolled his eyes at the look of concern that covered her face, it was only as he went to push her off of him, did he notice the man sleeping on his hand.

His face grew soft as he admired Blaine's curls, which had fallen from the gel. Blaine's face was turned in his direction, his eyes were shut, but his face was pale. The skin surrounding his eyes was red, not a deep red but still dark enough for Kurt to notice. However, despite all of that, he looked peaceful, a smile played at his lips, which made Kurt's heart skip a beat.

"Kurt? Are you even listening to me?" Rachel screached, the noise breaking through his sound haze.

"For God sake, Rach, Blaine's sleeping," he shouted quietly, relying on his tone to transfer his annoyance.

"Yes, I know, Kurt. I've been here the whole time." Kurt took a calming breath and looked away from Blaine to meet Rachel's eyes.

"Did I really collapse?" He asked, he was scared, and his tone reflected that.

"Panicked, passed out, got proposed to. Forgot to tell your best friend about a dick kissing your boyfriend, I mean it's all happened to you in the past twenty four hours," Rachel spoke sarcastically.

"Why are you even here?" Kurt spat out, of course he didn't mean it. But, being reminded of that man, wasn't exactly what he needed after waking up in Hospital. He took in Rachel's offended expression and regretted it, but he couldn't bring himself to say sorry as Blaine twitched in his sleep, and captured his attention.

"I'm here, because I couldn't leave Blaine," she said quietly, before she stood up and left the room, leaving Kurt feeling awful.

Blaine twitched in his sleep again, and Kurt noticed the smile, which graced his lips not long ago had dropped into a frown. His eyebrows were knotted to together and his face twisted in discomfort. The grip he had on Kurt's hand tightened and it was then, Kurt figured out he was having a nightmare.

His eyes widened and he reached up his other hand to brush the curls away from Blaine's forehead; retracting his hand when Blaine twitched again.

"Blaine," he whispered, afraid of scaring him and making it worse.

"Kurt," Blaine whimpered. "Please, wake up," he cried out. Kurt's heart dropped.

"Blaine, come on. Come back to me," Blaine shuffled his feet, his eyes blinking behind his eyelids. Kurt watched on, with obvious concern imprinted on his face. The older man's eyes snapped open and Kurt watched as his eyes adjusted to the light, and quickly landed on him.

He didn't know what to do, so he smiled awkwardly. It came out as half a smile and half a frown, but Blaine's expression softened instantaneously; so whatever he looked like, it didn't matter.

"Hi," Kurt breathed, almost silently.

"Hey," Blaine said back, his voice not as breathy.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, which received a heartwarming burst of laughter from Blaine.

"Are you?" Kurt laughed, the smile lighting up his face as he and Blaine laughed together. Blaine's face turned serious after a few minutes, and Kurt knew what he was going to say. So, he quickly grabbed the front of Blaine's tee, pulled him up and out of his chair, practically pulling him on top of him, as he fitted their mouths together.

He felt Blaine hesitate, as the elder gently put his hands over the one Kurt had on his t-shirt. But, Kurt wasn't having any of that, he moved to quickly deepen the kiss, and he felt Blaine respond more vigorously. Kurt wiggled a happy dance, as he kissed Blaine.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against Blaine's as they breathed together.

"If you say sorry, I'm never sleeping with you again." Kurt joked, but the serious underlying to his tone warned Blaine to stay quiet.

"I wasn't-" he was cut off by Kurt fitting their lips together again.

"You were, this is my fault okay? There's something I haven't told you. I will tell you, just not now. Not yet," Kurt said rapidly, leaving Blaine silent a few seconds afterwards, whilst he figured out what the younger man said. Blaine nodded in reply, unsure about what to say or feel in that moment.

"Blaine, I'm fine," he said.

"That's exactly what you would say if you weren't." Blaine replied, the older man looked tired, but Kurt knew he couldn't fool the man, even if he looked like death itself was about to claim him.

He met Blaine's eyes and he could feel the elder holding back the eye roll, as Kurt smirked at him.

"Yes, I know you so well," Blaine said, before he moved away from Kurt and sat beside him in the chair. Kurt took Blaine's hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Can you ring Isabelle for me? Tell her I might be late tomorrow,"

"Late?" Blaine exclaimed.

"Well, yes, I need to get out of here, go home and shower-"

"Kurt, you aren't going to work,"

"What? Why not?"

"You've just had an attack, which put you in hospital."

"And?"

"And, Kurt, I'm not letting you go to work, when it could easily happen again."

"It isn't that serious-"

"Would you stop that? Do you know how worried I was that you might not wake up, sure I didn't know what was happening, so know it might seem a bit silly, but... I can't imagine my life without you." Kurt could hear the emotion pouring from within Blaine, he could practically see it radiating off of him, as he squeezed Kurt's hand tighter with every word.

"And I know that also sounds dramatic, but we've had these conversations, Kurt. You know what you mean to me." Kurt felt himself nod in reply, his eyes were glued to Blaine's and the connection they had was electric.

"Friday night." Is all Kurt said.

"Huh?" Blaine replied.

"I'm off work Saturday, you are too. On Friday we'll have a night, we'll talk about whatever. It'll be a complete judgement free zone, okay?" Kurt suggested, smiling encouragingly at Blaine.

"It's a date." Blaine said softly, his words quiet in the large room.

"I think we both have things to say, and I'll stay off work, but only for a day."

"Kurt,"

"No, I'm going back tomorrow. What day are we even on?" he asked, as he looked around the room for a clock. The only indication he had of the time was the darkness, which surrounded the curtains.

"Tuesday, it's..." Blaine paused as he took his phone out of his pocked at lit up the screen; Kurt smiled as he caught sight of the picture of the two of them, which was set as Blaine's background. His arms were wrapped around Blaine's neck from behind, as they pulled funny faces at the camera. "four, thirty four am." he finished.

"Wednesday, I go back to work."

"But the doctor said," Blaine trailed off after Kurt fixed him with a blank stare.

"With permission from the doctor, I'll be back at work on Wednesday."

"Fine."

After Monday night, Blaine was quiet for a few days. He was still a little confused around Kurt, as the younger man acted like nothing had happened.

The doctor had disagreed with Kurt's opinion, suggesting he stayed at home for at least three days before working again. But, Kurt, being stubborn, argued that articles about the Autumn line wouldn't write themselves. In the end, after Blaine watched on from the corner of the room, as the doctor and Kurt constantly threw arguments back and forth, they compromised on two days.

Immediately as they got home Kurt went straight for his laptop, but as Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, he put it down and reached for his sketchbook instead. Blaine huffed in response, but allowed him the freedom to draw, after all it wasn't like drawing could cause any damage.

Those two days were filled mostly with Kurt at home, listening as Blaine played some chords on his guitar and laughing at the comedic movies, Blaine found on the TV. Although Blaine wanted to talk about what had happened, Kurt kept cutting him off and changing the subject as soon as he mentioned it, even at the hospital, with the doctor in the room, did Kurt try to avoid the subject.

Blaine didn't know how to get him to talk about it, and after he walked Kurt to walked yesterday morning, he found himself lost. On one side he wanted to follow Kurt around for the day and make sure he really was okay, but on the other, he knew he was probably being just a tad over protective.

Eventually, after he stood on the pavement outside of Vogue headquarters for several minutes, he walked home. After all, they were going to talk later the next day, so he would get to ask his questions.

He woke up Friday morning, snuggled up with the duvet, Kurt was already up and Blaine could hear the shower running. He turned over, dressed in just his boxer briefs, and chucked the covers to the bottom of the bed. The heat in New York was picking up and their apartment was warm, with the sun shining through the windows in the morning.

The sun drenched his torso, through the gap in the curtains and he rolled until he could reach his phone. He picked it up and checked the time, the seconds were slowly approaching 8am; he put the phone back on the beside table when he noticed a small post-it noted attached to the surface of the table.

Good morning Sunshine, there's some coffee in the pot for you. Text me what you'd like for dinner, and I'll pick it up on my way back. I love you. K x

Blaine smiled, he loved Kurt's little notes, it had become one of their things, Kurt would leave a note, next to the bed or in the bathroom or on the kitchen counter, and then Blaine would find them and swoon.

He loved the way Kurt automatically assumed that he wouldn't be awake before Kurt went to work, but he felt like surprising him that morning. He got off the bed and dropped his underwear; he walked into their bathroom and surprise Kurt, he did.

After the very happy morning, Blaine went for a walk, he needed some inspiration. The meeting with the record label, was coming up in a few days and he still needed one more song to present to them.

He'd been thinking a lot about what he should do. Of course he wants to release an album, but he loves making videos. He loves making music, for his fanbase, in his own kind of style.

It was actually one of the things he'd planned to talk to Kurt about, so he didn't want to dwell on that so much, as he continued his walk.

He travelled past the campus of NYU, a strange feeling of nostalgia taking over, before he carried on. Blaine had taken his camera out with him and had just let it record him walking. If anything, he could use it for a time lapse. The day's video, which he filmed with Kurt's minimal help on Wednesday, was just him sat in front of a camera talking to his audience.

He did a question and answer with his Twitter followers, because he felt like he'd been holding back for a while. He let Kurt find the questions, and Blaine was pretty sure he even snuck his own in the midst.

Blaine continued to walk for a few minutes, before he started to talk to the camera a little bit about his day. He was going to make a video surrounding his time at VidCon, but that decision was made a few weeks ago and now he'd changed his mind; deciding to just mention it in passing instead.

All of a sudden he got the feeling someone was either following him or watching him from afar. Either way, he didn't like it.

He turned around a few times, searching the street for any possible stalkers, but the back streets he was one, held only one or two people, and those people were walking the opposite way.

He kept looking around until he had enough and just crossed the street to head home. That was until he caught the sight of someone he really, really didn't want to see. The man was stood against the side of a building, watching Blaine intently.

Blaine shut off his camera and stalked his way over to Sebastian.

The lanky bastard, as Blaine so kindly named him in his head, turned on a smug smile towards Blaine as the shorter man approached him.

Blaine took a quick look around, checking the amount of people in the area, before he reached Sebastian, and full on punched him in the jaw. His insides flipped in triumph, as Sebastian tumbled to the floor; he couldn't help but let an evil smile take over his face.

"Ouch," Sebastian said, from the ground. "Did I deserve that?" He asked, to which Blaine laughed. He laughed so loud, the one person that was around them, sent him a glare. Not for actually punching the man lying on the ground, but for laughing.

"Did you fucking deserve that, Sebastian? Are you fucking kidding?" He swore for added effect, unsure about how to show his anger without punching the guy into the ground and possibly leaving him for dead.

"While I admit that kissing you was possibly the wrong thing to do,"

"Possibly," Blaine spat.

"You can't say you didn't enjoy it," he added smugly. Blaine watched as Sebastian struggled to push himself off the floor, he, all of a sudden, felt bad. He put his hand out for Sebastian to take; the taller man looked at him with confusion before he took the hand.

Unfortunately for him, Blaine didn't feel that bad. He let go of Sebastian's hand when he was only halfway up, sending him crashing back down to the floor.

"What the fuck, Blaine?" Sebastian shouted, as he hit the ground. But Blaine rose above it, noticing the few people who had stepped onto the street, starting to crowd around them.

"Don't you dare, come near me or my boyfriend again." And with that, he walked away. "Asshole," Blaine whispered under his breath, and he stormed back to the apartment in a rage.

Kurt had just come out of work, when his phone buzzed, it was a message from Rachel.

Kurt, Finn and I are going back to Ohio before the show starts, let me know if you and Blaine want to come with. X

It had been several months, since he'd been in Ohio for his birthday, so maybe it would be good for Blaine and he, to go home for a while. But then again, they'd promised Nick and Jeff that they would visit Paris sometime soon. He tapped into his phone and set a reminder, so he wouldn't forget to mention it to Blaine.

Speaking of his boyfriend, he'd received a message from Blaine, just after lunch with his dinner order. The text seemed slightly off, what with Blaine adding several smiley faces to the end of the message. However, Kurt was more interested in when he'd begun to understand Blaine's emotions through text smiley's.

It didn't take him long to get home, after all their favourite take-away place was just around the corner from the apartment, so it wasn't exactly out of the way.

He walked slowly up the stairs, still a little dizzy from travelling on the subway. Kurt hadn't mentioned this at all to Blaine yet, but he'd been getting a few dizzy spells. It was okay, on the days he was at home, because he was sat down and Blaine couldn't tell the difference. Although, he thought that Blaine might know something, seeing as though he had been acting strange. But, it was harder to control the spinning world, when he's trying to write or work, or walk.

He finally reached the door to the apartment and opened it up.

He was met with an armful of Blaine, as the elder scooped him up and spun him around before settling him back on the ground and stealing a kiss.

Kurt sighed into the kiss, loving the feel of Blaine's arms keeping him safe.

"Hmm, I have food." Kurt breathed as Blaine started to kiss down his neck.

"Yes, but I have a bath." Blaine pushed their bodies together and Kurt's eyes widened. The food bags were quickly placed on the table and his shoes and jacket shrugged off, and chucked... somewhere. And it was only as Kurt followed Blaine to the bathroom, did he realise the older man was only in his underwear.

A smirk replaced the smile on Blaine's face as he caught Kurt checking him out, and they laughed their way into the water.

Half an hour later when they were both satisfied - understandably - and relaxed, of course, they walked out, dressed in each other's sweatpants and warmed their food in the microwave.

Blaine constantly stayed attached to the back of Kurt, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, whilst their legs walked together.

It took them longer to get to the places they needed to be, but neither was particularly bothered.

They ate in pretty much silence, lounging on either end of the sofa with their feet entwined, stealing glances over the tops of plates and food cartons, as the TV played some crap reality stuff, in the background.

"So," Blaine started, once their cartons were discarded on the coffee table and they were laid side by side on the sofa, with Kurt crowded in between Blaine and the back of the sofa.

"So," Kurt replied cheekily.

"No judgement?"

"No judgement."

"I punched Sebastian." Blaine said.

"You..?" the younger asked shocked.

"I saw him, today. I think he was following me, and I just saw him and snapped. I hit him, and I think he's hurt. Is it bad, that I don't feel bad?" He looked Kurt dead on, who just shook his head in return.

"I think you're brave, I mean, I'm glad you saw him first because if it would have been me, I don't think he'd be out of the hospital for a week," Kurt laughed, he felt the ache in his chest burn at the thought of Sebastian.

"Well, I'm pretty sure his videos might be on standby, until his jaw returns to a normal colour," the room fell eerily silent, as Blaine turned over and grasped the remote to turn the television off, before rolling back to Kurt.

Kurt watched on, as Blaine met his eyes and then looked down. He kept shuffling his legs around, in a nervous movement. Eventually, Kurt raised his eyebrows to Blaine and the elder stopped fidgeting; took a breath and started speaking.

"You've been really happy, and I know, Kurt, I know, that you're not being yourself." Blaine said, his eyes were glued to Kurt's, so the younger man knew there was no possible way Blaine wouldn't know he was lying.

Kurt sat up and pulled Blaine with him, they maneuvered themselves so that they were sat next to each other, both with a leg up on the sofa and facing each other. He took Blaine's hands in his own and leveled their gaze.

"Remember how I said it wasn't your fault about the whole panic thing?" Blaine nodded in reply, so Kurt took that as a sign to continue. "I-"

"You also said you had something to tell me," Blaine interrupted, looking at Kurt eagerly.

"You remembered,"

"I did,"

"The whole Sebastian thing, I'll admit it did put me on edge," he saw Blaine's face fall at that comment. "But, I was stressed. Monday morning, not talking to you and arguing, my day started off bad, but was about to get worse."

"Kurt,"

"I know you're still blaming yourself," Blaine looked down to his lap. "So, you need to know."

"Go on,"

"When I was at work in the afternoon, Isabelle came in with some bad news. They, not Isabelle but up high, they dropped me from the magazine."

"What?" Blaine's face was blank, his emotions unreadable.

"Apparently, it just wasn't working out." Kurt shrugged but Blaine could see the glassy look, that took over his eyes. "But, you know I still had the online section. But that day, I wasn't thinking properly and I assumed that it meant I was losing it all,"

"Kurt," Blaine breathed softly, his hands had moved from within Kurt's to hold them from the out.

"No, I was being stupid. When you found me on the street that was the first attack. Later, was the second." The curtains were still open, so Kurt looked out of the their window from the sofa, they were high enough to see past some of the buildings in their area, but still not quite enough to see towards the skyscraper center of New York.

"What I said, Kurt,"

"You said, because in the moment you thought it. And I don't blame you, trust me when I say I understand. But you have to know that I do love you. You should be certain of that."

"I am, God, I'm so certain." Blaine repeated, grinning as Kurt looked at him with a heartwarming smile.

"Another thing, though." Kurt started, the smiles slipping from both of their faces as Kurt's expression turned more serious. "I am still dizzy, which is probably just after effects, but I thought you should know." Blaine nodded; Kurt could see the clogs turning in his head.

"I think we should go to the hospital, just to check you out."

"Tomorrow?" Kurt agreed and Blaine's smile was so worth what he would endure from the hospital.

Blaine opened his arms and let Kurt settle down into them. He leaned back against the arm of the sofa and they lay in their own little bubble, content with each other.

"Rachel mentioned something, and I thought I remembered you asking,"

"Nope, I didn't ask anything," Blaine replied, and Kurt giggled.

"You so did, but it's okay. We have a lot more time to discuss that, how about we head to bed?" Kurt asked, running his hand up Blaine's thigh.

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Mr. Hummel?" Blaine teased.

"Yes, now get naked and follow me." And Well, who was Blaine to disobey that order.

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