A/N: Guys, I love waking up to my inbox full of all these emails telling me that people have favorite my story, reviewed, put me on author alert, anything. I love it, and it makes my day. I was having a terrible day until I checked my inbox this afternoon to see all of these emails of people loved my story(s). Thank you so much for reading and reviewing and favoring and.. everything. Thank you so much. This is pretty much just a filler chapter, hopefully I'll get Kurt talking more in the next chapter. I don't know the next time when I'll update; the earliest is tomorrow, the latest Friday! (: - and I apologize for all the errors; I write whatever is on my mind, and I normally don't edit them because I'm just toooooo lazy (:

I hadn't left my post beside Kurt's bed since I walked back in from the waiting area with the Hummels. I held his hand and stroked his thumb with mine lightly and watched him as he slept. I thought Kurt was the most beautiful thing in the world when he slept. His face was so peaceful, and calm, and almost happy. His porcelain face was perfect. Even though his eyelids were red, his cheeks red from running tears, and his hair a complete mess (which was a rare occurrence), Kurt looked like the most beautiful boy on the face of the Earth. It made my heart ache that Kurt couldn't see this himself. Suddenly, my phone went off.

White Boy, what's going on with my boy?- M

Hi Mercedes. I came over to Kurt's house as a surprise this afternoon and I walked in to find his suicide note addressed to me, and a fragile, bleeding, depressed Kurt Hummel in the bathroom. Cedes, it was terrible. He's asleep right now, in the hospital. He's on 72 hour watch. Once he leaves the hospital he will have to go to therapists and stuff, and he's on pain medication because his cuts are infected pretty badly. He won't talk to anyone but me; not Finn, Carole, Burt, anyone. He doesn't talk to me a lot. All he said to me was "I love you Blaine, don't ever leave me, I'm sorry Blaine, I love you Blaine, Break up with me Blaine" anything like that. Cedes I don't know how much I can handle

Blaine, that boy loves you so much. If anyone was going to see him like that he'd want it to be you even if he won't admit it. All of New Directions know, and Dalton has been notified that you are dealing with an emergency and said with your grades, you may take off all the time you need. If the time gets extensive you might have to do some work over the summer but they said it won't be too bad considering your marks are almost flawless. So please, fix my boy Kurt. You're the only one who can. Let me know when you think it'll be safe for me to see him. ND is sending over flowers and stuff later. –M

Thanks Cedes. Means a lot.

I shut my phone and set it on the desk and buried my face into my hands, letting out soft sobs. I would've held it back if I knew Kurt was awake.

"I'm a terrible person."

I looked up at Kurt and saw him looking at me, his eyes tearing up yet again. He had cried way too many times today.

"Kurt, you are the best person I know.:

"I made you cry Blaine. I'm a terrible person."

"Kurt, you listen to me. You are not a terrible person because I am crying. Yes, I am crying because I am upset that you would try to do something like this to yourself but Kurt, I promise that you are not a terrible person. We all screw up."

Kurt didn't say anything, he just looked at me. I reached for his hand slowly until my hand was on his. I squeezed his fingers.

"You're beautiful, Kurt." I said, lifting his arm up slowly so I could kiss his flesh. If I hadn't decided to visit today, Kurt could've been dead by now. The thought still haunts me.

Kurt said nothing to my comments. He just sat there holding my hand. He would squeeze it everytime it looked like he felt tears coming down, and then he would calm down. I would stroke his thumb lightly and occasionally kiss the top of his hand. We sat in silence for an hour or so, exchanging nothing but these gestures to each other until Kurt finally spoke.

"Blaine, you should go home. It's getting late." Kurt said

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am not leaving your side." He squeezed my hand and smiled for the very first time since the incident.

"You are the best boy in the whole world." He said to me

I smiled at him. I was happy to know he trusted me. Suddenly, his smiled faded.

"I don't deserve you."

"Kurt, how many times do I have to go through this?" I said barely maintaining my composure "Kurt, you deserve more than me. You deserve to have everything in your life. You deserve nothing but happiness. Kurt, I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I love you more than I love life itself."

"I love you Blaine." He said, closing his eyes. I kissed his hand and then laid my head on his thigh. I wasn't leaving Kurt's side. When I concluded that Kurt was asleep, I felt it was safe for me to fall asleep.

"NO! NO DON'T TOUCH ME PLEASE DON'T HURT ME, NO PLEASE PLEASE" Kurt screamed

I woke up abruptly to see Kurt screaming in a nightmare. I shook him

"Kurt, Kurt get up, it's all a dream Kurt, get up! You're okay!"

I saw Kurt shoot his eyes open to look at me. He immediately started sobbing.

"Shhhhh, baby, I gotcha. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you. Not anyone." I told him.

"Please lay with me Blaine?" Kurt questioned in his sobs

I nodded, and Kurt scooted over so I could slip into his hospital bed right next to him. I laid on my side, wrapping my arms around Kurt.

"Baby, I promise, no one or nothing is ever going to hurt you." I hugged his back. He eventually drifted back to sleep to me humming soft and sweet lullabies in his ear. Fixing Kurt was going to take a lot more work than I thought it would, but I would work as hard as I could to get the Kurt back that I knew.

I could feel Kurt;s chest rising and lowering with his breaths. I kissed his neck and whispered something barely audible in his ear.

"You are the love of my life, Kurt."