WARNING: Possible self-harm triggers. You be the judge.

Blaine ended up being ok. He woke up in the ambulance on the way to the hospital, and the paramedics got some liquids into him. Blaine had simply passed out from exhaustion. By the time Kurt got to the hospital, Blaine was practically good as new. Kurt, however, was not. He was thoroughly shaken. He had been through this fear of losing someone he loved far too many times. First with losing his mom, then almost losing his dad, and now Blaine, the love of his life. Kurt felt like something had broken inside of him, seeing his boyfriend carried away in an ambulance like that.

Kurt was tired, both emotionally and physically. He didn't know how much more he could take. He felt like he had lost all control over his life. In his sleep-deprived state, he wasn't thinking clearly.

That's why when Kurt and Blaine got home later that day, Kurt immediately ran up to his bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Kurt didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that he needed some kind of release. Some kind of control over his life again. Some way to deal with all the pain he was feeling. That's how he found himself leaning over the sink, staring at his pale, skinny reflection in the mirror, holding a blade that he had torn out of his razor over his wrist.

Kurt didn't want to kill himself. No. That would be selfish. Blaine needed him. Kurt still planned on staying true to his promise to be there for Blaine, even if he wasn't able to keep that promise that afternoon. Kurt just wanted to feel some temporary relief, and he didn't know how else he could deal with his pain right then. In a sick kind of way, Kurt also wanted to punish himself for letting Blaine down that afternoon. He felt responsible for Blaine passing out and being carried away to the hospital by himself.

As the blade touched his skin, the bathroom door suddenly swung up. Kurt had forgotten to lock the door.

Shit.

Blaine stood in the doorway, staring at Kurt in shock, taking in the sight in front of him. Then Blaine was yelling.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!"

Kurt didn't know how to respond, so he just shouted back.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING! WHY BLAINE? JUST LET ME HAVE THIS ONE THING! PLEASE!"

Kurt broke off at the end with a sob, his legs giving out from under him. Blaine lunged forward, catching Kurt before he hit the ground, slowly lowering them down to the floor. Blaine was quick to pry the razor out of Kurt's hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was doing. I'm sorry." Kurt cried out in between gasps for breath, sobbing harder than he had since his dad had been in the hospital.

Blaine just held Kurt in his arms, both boys on the floor, Kurt in Blaine's lap, Blaine rocking them back and forth. Blaine just waited while Kurt cried, tears running down his own face.

"Kurt... I just don't understand why you would want to kill yourself? Why would you want to leave me?"

Kurt began crying even harder at Blaine's words. He took a few minutes to try to calm himself down before responding.

"No, Blaine. I didn't want to kill myself. I just felt so... so lost. So useless. And scared. And depressed. And tired. I'm tired Blaine. I know that's a stupid and selfish thing to say, since you're the one going through chemo. If anyone should be complaining here, it's you. But I can't help it. I just don't know how to deal with this anymore."

Blaine was quick to respond, holding Kurt even tighter.

"You don't have to deal with it alone, Kurt. I know that you promised me in the hospital that you would always be there for me, and you have held up your end of the bargain better than I could have ever expected. You have been perfect throughout all of this. But that's the problem. You haven't been looking out for yourself, and look at where you are now. You shouldn't have pushed yourself to this point. I mean, just look at your right now. You're hurting. You shouldn't be hurting like this. I know I'm the one with cancer in this relationship, but that doesn't mean I can't still be strong for you. I'm only weak one week out of every month. And just because I'm physically weaker doesn't make me any less your boyfriend. This should be a two-sided relationship, and lately, it hasn't been. That's not all your fault. I let you push yourself this hard. But I refuse to just stand by and watch you suffer anymore. I love you and I want to support you like you've been supporting me."

Tears were freely flowing down both of the boys faces now. The two boys clung to one another, sobbing into each others shirts.

"Kurt, baby. We can be strong for each other. You give me the strength I need to carry on, day to day. And I'll give you the strength you need to deal with all of this. Don't push yourself to the point of no return. You just being here... your presence, is all the strength I need. You don't have to try so hard. We'll be alright. I promise. So I want you to promise me that you'll let others help you out every now and then. Ok?"

Kurt nodded into Blaine's shirt. And the boys stayed there on the bathroom floor, crying, holding onto one another as if their lives depended on it. And maybe their lives did depend on it. They depended on one another to survive. As long as they had one another to lean on, Blaine was sure that they would be alright in the end, no matter how many bumps in the road they passed along the way.

A/N: So there you have it. Short, but intense. It had to happen. Kurt needed to hit rock bottom. Hopefully now things will be better for the two boys. Besides, Blaine only has two chemos left. Let's just hope the cancer doesn't come back...

(btw, this is the first chapter I thought up when I came up with the idea for this story. It's pretty loosely based off of my own life. Not gonna lie... tears were shed as I wrote this. I hope it touched you guys)

OH! Also, I just wanted to mention this because I've gotten a few questions about it. Blaine is bald. Like, totally and completely bald. Happens to most chemo patients about a week or two after their first treatment. Butttt, his hair will grow back. Eventually.