Kurt's knuckles were white, even whiter than usual. He was bent over the sink, clutching onto the counter for dear life. His hair was messy, circles visible under his eyes, giving him a dirty, tired appearance. He was desperately trying not to throw up, trying to remember what Blaine's lips felt like against his own. So warm, so sweet, so impossibly soft yet somehow masculine. He was torn between two needs- to throw up and to kiss Blaine. The pale boy dared to look up into the mirror. He met his own eyes and saw a tortured soul, terrified and hurt, torn apart by his own insecurities. Suddenly, he was numb with shock at just how badly he had fucked himself up. Then, desperate to feel something, he reached for the razor. It was more of a comfort than anything else. The blades were pressed to his skin, he was about to drag them across his pale skin, when he remembered Blaine's promise, how amazing the kiss was, and how badly he wanted to get past this. He set the blade down and rushed back to his room, grabbing his phone and calling Blaine.
One, two, three rings. Finally, a breathless voice spoke. "K-Kurt!" Blaine sounded scared, concerned. And it killed Kurt to hear that Blaine was anything other than perfectly happy.
"I-I almost-" Kurt was cut off by his own sobs, but the boy on the other end still understood.
"Hang in there, babe, I'm coming over. An hour, and I'll be there, Kurt. Please don't hurt yourself, I love you too much to let something happen." In the background, Kurt could hear the telltale sounds of Blaine rushing around, probably hunting down his keys.
"I-I love you too, Blaine. So much. Your car has a bluetooth thing or something, right? Can you keep talking to me while you drive?" Kurt felt he would need some reassurance that Blaine was okay to be able to pull through the next hour.
"Yeah, it does. I'll call you back in like a minute, I can't switch to it when I'm still on the line. It's really kind of frustrating." And with that, Blaine hung up. Kurt barely had a chance to put his phone down before Teenage Dream started playing. So cheesy, but so perfect.
"Thanks so much for coming over, Blaine." Kurt couldn't really say anything else.
"I stand by what I said. Even if it's 2AM, I'll sneak out or something. My parents usually aren't home so it's not that hard to do."
"I'm so lucky to have you. Here I am, pretty much unable to eat without hating myself, and I have you. You're just so much more perfect, you don't need to do any of this. I don't deserve you." There he went, putting himself down. He needed to stop doing that.
"Nonsense, Kurt. You're strong enough to pull through this, I probably would be dead already in your situation. I don't deserve someone as strong and brave as you. I'm just... normal." Blaine felt his voice crack as he said the last word, and glanced up to see where he was. 45 more minutes. Well, if he stuck to the speed limit. He glanced around, saw there were no cars around him, and started to speed up.
"Please hurry, Blaine. I-I need to see you again. I don't want this to end badly." Kurt winced as he remembered one story of how a girl had killed herself, simply because she didn't feel any need to keep living. But he had Blaine, so he knew he'd always have a reason to keep going. That perfect, dapper, friendly, incredible boy would get him through this.
The desperate tone in Kurt's voice broke Blaine's heart. He slowed down as he approached another car; he couldn't afford to be caught by any cops. Not now. "Babe, just keep going for 40 more minutes. I'll be there maybe even sooner. But I promise, I'm on my way." He tried to keep his voice even, with Kurt's obvious distress shattering his heart. Blaine couldn't bear knowing that Kurt was anything less than happy.
They continued talking, with Blaine consoling Kurt any time the younger boy felt like he couldn't make it. After what seemed like an eternity, Blaine was standing outside Kurt's window, and figuring out how to climb in.
"No, Blaine, I don't think you can. Even I struggle, even now." Kurt was insistent on opening the front door, but Blaine didn't want to risk it.
"Come on, it can't be that hard."
"Oh no, I am not letting you get stuck. I am not being discovered like this. Besides, what will Dad and Carole think?"
"What about Finn?"
"If he's anything like himself, he won't be thinking much." Kurt somehow managed a small laugh, and Blaine smiled.
"Fine. I really want to be on the other side of that wall, so if you could open the front door that'd be great. But please don't wake up your parents."
"I DO know how to walk around at midnight without waking Carole up, and Dad could sleep through a nuclear war if someone didn't wake him up."
"Great. See you in a sec." Blaine rushed over to the front door and waited patiently for Kurt, who made it to the door not long after him.
Kurt barely opened the door before Blaine pulled him into a tight hug. Blaine could feel his ribs still, but not like before.
"I love you, Kurt. Never, ever forget that." Blaine whispered into his ear, and he could feel Kurt hugging him tightly, glad to have someone actually there with him.
"I love you too, Blaine. I'll never leave you. Never." Kurt was still amazed at how perfectly, how naturally they fit together. Like two halves of a whole. Yes, Kurt thought, We really are meant for each other. He felt candy lips meet his own and he smiled, kissing back, praying it wasn't a dream and he'd wake up in his room, alone. But this felt too real, Blaine's lips were too soft and warm and amazing.
Yes, Blaine had said it would be a week before Kurt had earned another kiss, but he could feel that what the broken boy needed most right then was love. Besides, he could tell Kurt had been keeping his word, at least with eating. And Kurt wasn't acting at all guilty, so Blaine figured he hadn't cut. They stood there, softly kissing, arms wrapped tightly around each other, before Blaine pulled away. "We should probably go back to your room, I don't really like standing outside."
Kurt led Blaine back to his room, and they sat down on the bed. After a moment of silence, Kurt spoke. "Earlier, I just didn't know what hit me. Honestly, it was terrifying." He moved closer to Blaine, and smiled as he felt strong arms wrap around him, pulling him closer.
"It's okay, Kurt. The important thing is you didn't cut or throw up. I'm so proud of you." Blaine let Kurt rest against him. He loved being close to Kurt like this, but he wished it didn't have to be under these circumstances. But it was better than being alone in his room, worrying about the too-thin boy.
Kurt wanted to just sit like that forever, never having to leave the comfort and warmth of Blaine's arms. He felt safe and loved, something that he hadn't really felt in a long time. And never like this. "I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have you." The pale boy tilted his head back, and felt his heart flutter as his eyes met Blaine's. They were golden, warm and comforting.
"I'll always be here. You're beautiful and perfect, and I have a song I'd sing for you right now except I really don't want to wake up your parents and Finn." He smiled as Kurt's eyes, which he would swear on his life had turned silver, lit up.
"I'd love that, and yeah, I don't think they'd appreciate being woken up. Not at 1 AM. But how about this- call me on Skype tomorrow after you're done with Warblers rehearsal. We don't have Glee, so I'll be home by 4 or so. Then you can sing what you wanted to. Sound good?" Kurt looked up hopefully, and there was no way Blaine could resist those eyes.
"OR I could ditch Warb-"
"NO. Blaine, I'll be fine. Just the thought of hearing you sing is enough to get me through tomorrow. Well, today, considering it's past midnight."
"Oh, fine. But I really need you to text me if you even THINK about doing anything. I won't be mad, but I want to make sure you don't. I love you, no matter what." Blaine hugged him tighter. He didn't know what he would do if he lost Kurt.
"I promise, I will. I want to get past this as much as you want me to. But can we stay like this a little longer? It's really comfortable." Kurt shifted so his head fit into Blaine's chest. He could feel the older boy's heartbeat, and it was soothing.
"I want to get back before 3, otherwise my parents might notice. They have an early morning flight out to Seattle on business, so they'll be up by 4. So we have up to an hour together."
"I just kind of want to cuddle. It's comforting, more so than anything else. Except for kisses and your singing, maybe, but cuddling is just so... nice." Blaine smiled and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to Kurt's forehead, earning a small giggle.
"Sounds perfect. This is much better than worrying about you at home." He hugged the pale boy tighter, and could feel him melt into the warm embrace.
"I love you so much, and I'm gonna keep saying it until the day I die." Blaine winced, fearing that day may be closer than anyone else knew. Kurt caught the move and quickly added, "And I don't plan on that being anytime soon. Not with you here."
Blaine relaxed and let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "I love you. I can't say it enough. And now there are two songs I want to sing."
"Tomorrow can't come soon enough," Kurt replied, Blaine's arms making him feel even more sheltered than before. Here he was safe from his anorexia, his self-harm issues. It was just him and Blaine, cuddling at one in the morning with neither of their parents' knowledge.
For the next half an hour, they just sat there, Kurt nestling deeper and deeper into Blaine's chest, talking about anything and everything. It was their little haven from Kurt's problems, and their time together was cut far too short.
"Babe, I don't want to go, I really don't, but my parents will be worried if I don't leave in fifteen minutes." Reluctantly, Kurt detached himself from Blaine, and smiled as he felt candy lips met his. They were sweet, so sweet, like marshmallows and chocolate, and just a trace of strawberries. Their lips fit together so perfectly, and it was heaven on Earth.
Reluctantly, Blaine pulled away from the lips that tasted so strongly of strawberries and just Kurt. His golden eyes met silver, and there was a moment in which they swore time had stopped. For that single second, Blaine was absolutely overwhelmed with love for the broken boy he was about to leave for fourteen hours. Kurt was overwhelmed by hope that he could get through this, that it would get better.
"I love you. This is the fourth time I've said it in three hours, and it's still not enough." Another quick kiss met Kurt's lips, a soft smile, and he stood up, turning to the door.
"I will always love you. Thank you for this. Y-I think you might've saved my life." Blaine's heart skipped a beat.
"I-Kurt, I will always be here for you, no matter what. I know you can do this. For me, if no one else." The shorter boy felt slender arms wrap around him, and he smiled, kissing Kurt's cheek, before pulling away and heading out the door.
You know, I've never been happier in my life. Kurt smiled and curled under the covers, savouring the lingering scent of Blaine in his bed. He remembered what Blaine's heart sounded like, how his arms felt around him, and drifted off into the most peaceful sleep he'd had in a very long time.
A/N: Again, I apologize for the wait, but I know exactly what I want to do for the next chapter. So it should be up faster. I'm going to start writing it right now because otherwise I'll never be able to get it posted. You all know how I can be, and if you don't, now you do.
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