Kurt woke up slowly, his subconscious simply happy to have Blaine's comforting warmth in his arms, his hair brushing his chin and his musky scent filling his nose. Then he remembered the events of last night and he was suddenly alert, carefully examining the boy in his arms. He realized Blaine was warm, far too warm, and the bruises looked worse in the light of day. He was sleeping but he looked far from peaceful , whimpering with a furrowed brow. Blaine, Blaine, wake up hun. You're safe with me. I'm here, it's Kurt. I love you. Blaine woke with a start and began to cry in earnest, nearly hyperventilating. He froze, pulling out of Kurt's arms to huddle in another corner of the bed. He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked himself, sobbing. Kurt tentatively wrapped his arms around blaines body, murmuring Blaine, you're safe. I'm here. I'm here. You're safe. You're in my apartment, in my bed. You're safe. I love you. I love you. Breathe Blaine. Breathe. He continued to hold Blaine, murmuring reasurances into his ear until Blaine relaxed suddenly with a soft cry. He threw himself into Kurt's arms, burying his face in the older boy's chest and spluttering. Oh Kurt, Kurt you're here. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. I love you. I love you. His words soon dissolved into a splate of coughs, that scared Kurt with their hacking sounds. Blaine. Baby breathe. Shh, shh, it's okay. Breathe, just breathe, try to breath babe. Whatever happened I'll protect you. You're safe here. He helped Blaine to sit up, and rubbed his back soothingly. Oh wow Blaine, you're burning up! I think we need to go get you checked out. No, no, no hospitals please. I'm fine. I just need to… Blaine got off the bed, and collapsed in a dead faint on the floor. Kurt screamed, and grabbed his phone, dialing 911. Operator, my boyfriend, he just fainted, and he feels really hot, and oh god he's bleeding. Help! No, I don't know what happened. I . I. oh he's waking up. Come quick. Uh apartment 23 342nd street. Help! Kurt hung up the phone and knelt by Blaine's side, lifting the younger boys head onto his lap. He caressed his forehead, Blaine babe, listen to me, you're going to be fine, we're going to get you to the hospital, it's going to be fine. Just stay with me, okay? I love you. How do you feel. Blaine looked up at Kurt with wide scared eyes Kurt, it's hard to breathe. It hurts. Kurt, I'm scared, he began to sob quietly, trying to cling to Kurt but he found he didn't have the strength. Kurt held him and rocked him, crying as well, but still singing softly into his ear
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark