A/N: Okay, so I was planning on making this a one shot but I CANNOT get this story out of my head. I feel like I really need to continue it. Enjoy! (: - I don't know where this is going. Might stop it after this, might not. I dunno.

(BLAINE'S POV)

I walked back into Kurt's bathroom, and he was still sitting on the floor, hugging his knees. His face was lying on his knee caps, but he lifted his head when I walked back in the bathroom.

"Kurt, there's an ambulance on the way. I'm going to be with you the whole time. It's going to be okay. Okay?"

He nodded at me, and I sadly smiled. Kurt knew I loved him, he knew that Finn and Carole and Burt had loved him too. Why did he have to feel like the world hated him? It's not fair.

"Kurt, do you think you have enough energy to move from that spot?"

"I dunno know Blaine.." he said. His words were slurred together

"Well, let's try."

Kurt tried to get up, but collapsed back down to the ground. I ran over to him to catch him so he wouldn't hit his head.

"Kurt, I'm going to carry you okay? We'll put on a new shirt for you. The one you're wearing it messy."

Kurt's shirt was more than messy; it would probably never be able to be worn again. There was blood stains splattered all over his shirt. He still had my sweater wrapped around his injured wrists. I would never be able to wear that sweater again, but I can go out and buy a new sweater. I can't go out and find and buy a new Kurt.

I picked Kurt up and carried him bridal style over to his bed and sat him on the bed with his back against the backboard. I picked out a t-shirt for him and turned back to see his face, his eyes wet with new tears.

"Why Blaine? Why do you do this to yourself? You should've gone with Sebastian. He would've made you happier. You wouldn't be doing this. You wouldn't have to be fixing me, because there would be nothing in your life to fix."

His words broke my heart. Why couldn't Kurt see everything I saw in him? Kurt was the most perfect thing that had ever walked into my life. I was crying now too, because I had taken my sweater off of Kurt's wrists and saw how deep and how bad his cuts were. I cleaned off some of the surrounding blood on the wounds and then proceeded to help Kurt put his shirt on.

"Kurt, why don't you understand that you are the best thing I've ever had in my life? I couldn't and wouldn't be happy with anyone else but you. Kurt, I love you, you make my life complete. The very first time I turned around to see you on that staircase in Dalton, I knew you were something special. When I took you on that short cut to where the Warbler's were performing, I was holding your hand because I had to feel you to make sure you were actually real. You were and are the most beautiful boy I had ever met."

Kurt's tears were racing faster down his cheeks and I leaned in to hug him. I held him tight. I was so scared to let go because if I let go, he could try and kill himself again, and I couldn't live without Kurt. Kurt released from the hug and looked at me.

"I love you Blaine."

"I love you too Kurt."

I grabbed Kurt's hands gently, and turned them over to look at his palm and his wrists. His wrists were split open. They were red and the cuts seemed really deep. Dried blood surrounded the wounds. I lifted his right wrist up to my lips and I gently planted a kiss right next to the biggest cut on his wrist. I laid a small, light, kiss next to every cut on each of his wrists, and then leaned in to kiss him on his lips. That was when I heard the door open and I saw paramedics running down the stairs into Kurt's bedroom.

"Sir, please help me. I moved Kurt to his bed, but he can't move on his own. He's too weak."

Another man descended down the stairs and walked over to Kurt and me.

"We are going to pick him up, and bring put him on the stretcher upstairs with wheels." The older paramedic told me.

I nodded and watched as he picked Kurt up and carried him upstairs. They laid him gentle upon the stretcher and strapped him in where he would be safe from any further injury.

"Sir, I need to stay with Kurt."

The younger paramedic nodded as I followed him up the stairs with Kurt on the stretcher. When the space was wide enough, I walked next to Kurt. His red, swollen eyes looked at me, and while he said nothing, his eyes spoke volumes.

"Kurt, we're going to fix this." I whispered

The paramedics lifted the stretcher into the ambulance and I followed after. I sat on the tiny padded bench next to where Kurt's stretcher was, as one paramedic shut the back doors and the other hopped into the driver's seat of the ambulance. The younger paramedic was hooking Kurt up to all of these machines, and then went to sit up in the passenger's seat.

I put my hand on Kurt's chest; right on his heart. I felt it beating slowly. He looked to me with tired, swollen eyes, and then shut them. His heart beat settled in a slower pace, but was still beating strong. His chest would contract and relax with each breath he took as he drifted into an unconscious sleep.

With Kurt asleep, I could finally let the huge amount of tears I was holding back fall. I cried in front of Kurt yes, especially when I found him, but I didn't want to cry too much. I wanted to stay strong for Kurt. I tried to keep my sobs quiet so I wouldn't stir Kurt from his peaceful sleep or distract the paramedics at the front of the ambulance. My eyes were burning with pain; I hated seeing Kurt like this. Why would anyone want to hurt someone so beautiful and smart and compassionate like Kurt? What did he ever do to hurt them?

Sniffling, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, getting a text from Burt that the family would be meeting them at the hospital. I got a text from Finn saying he told all the glee kids, and that they would be over to see Kurt when matters settled down.

We pulled into the hospital parking lot. The paramedics got out of the ambulance and opened the back door. They wheeled Kurt out of the ambulance, and I followed. This was the start to fixing Kurt. I was going to fix him if it killed me. I was going to fix him one piece at a time.