A/N: My beta is writing this...this is her more sensitive side.

Oh yea, I don't own Glee. Although I do own 6 . I think I'm obsessed...

Blaine woke up in a bed, separated by only a few feet from Marrissa's. On the empty floor space, there was one leather chair occupied by one Kurt Hummel. He was back. And asleep on his bed. In. His. Pajamas. Let the angelic choir sing. He was wearing those awesome blue pajamas that made his eyes sparkle. If he could see them.

Kurt? Blaine thought. There's no way that he's actually here. In a few minutes, someone will come wake me up, and he'll be gone. This dream is exactly that: a dream. And he looked down at his hand. A pale-as-porcelain hand was encased in his own.

"mmkajmy" Kurt mumbled into the bedsheets.

"What? Did you say something?"

"I said, I know you're awake, you dummy." Kurt said, lifting his face from the bed. His blue eyes met the hazel ones that Kurt had missed so much. "How are you feeling? Who is that? I thought you were gay?"

"Kurt, stop flipping out. It's my sister. Marrissa." Blaine blurted.

"How many different drugs do they have you on?" Kurt asked. Blaine blushed.

"They have me on sleep pills, because I can't sleep knowing that you might be in danger."

"What kind of danger?"

"Well... Marrissa had a bit of a run-in with Karofsky. And I might have killed him. Oh, my God, I killed him..."

"No, no, no. You didn't kill him. They transferred him to the ICU for a blood transfusion. He'll be fine." Kurt cried, grabbing Blaine's wrists. He couldn't help but wince, and Kurt obviously took notice. He moved his hands away and saw the deep rope burns.

"I tried to protect her Kurt. I really did. But Karofsky... He was so far ahead. He kicked me, tied my wrists to the bedpost, and took Marrissa away right in front of me." His voice trembled with unfallen tears. "You don't know what that feels like, Kurt. To see my little sister taken away, and there's nothing I could do to stop it? It stabs me in the heart, every time she got hurt, every cut that will turn into a scar, that will never heal, is my fault." Tears rolled down his face. "It's all my fault, Kurt."

Kurt crawled onto the bed, wrapped his arms around his one true love, and put his head on his shoulder. "She'll forgive you. Just like I forgave you."

There was an awkward silence, punctuated by a strong kiss.

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