A/N: This is for all of you who have made it to this point of the story…. YAY! It means so much to me that you're still reading. I've pretty much figured out how I am going to end this… but that doesn't mean we're at the end yet. Definitely not yet. But definitely in the near future

We were back in the hospital room; not a word was said since was checked out of the therapy session. Kurt was sitting on his bed, no longer sobbing, but shaking from the hard and long amounts of it he had already done. I sat there, staring off into the empty, dull room, absentmindedly stroking the top of Kurt's hand with my fingers. Not only were we both tired physically, but emotionally too. The silence was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Enter." I said, my voice monotone.

The door opened and Doctor Jones came in, lab coat and all.

"Hello Blaine, Kurt." He said, holding his hand out to shake us in greeting. I zoned back into reality, shaking his hand. When he held it out for Kurt, he was hesitant, but bravely shook the Doctor's hand.

"So you two had another therapy session this morning, how did it go?" the Doctor had asked.

I looked to Kurt to see if he'd say anything, but he remained zoned out, not even looking at the Doctor.

"It was definitely emotionally draining. It's hard, but Kurt is opening up, and it is helping him. Just him shaking your hand today was a sign of how far he's already come." I said confidently to the doctor. I felt Kurt squeezing my hand.

"I can definitely see that; Kurt, you are making huge amounts of progress. Since it has been 3 days, and you are doing well, we are going to allow Kurt go home after dinner this evening." The doctor said with a smile.

Kurt was squeezing my hand again, and I turned to him in excitement

"Kurt! This is great!" I said, so excited I wasn't sure whether to look at the Doctor or Kurt

"Kurt, while we are allowing you to come home, you will have to come back here every other day for the same type of therapy with Blaine. Also, you are going to have to look into getting an actual therapist. I know that this is something you do not want to do, but it is necessary if you don't want to be down this path again. Blaine will be allowed in the therapists with you until you feel confident enough to go on your own." The Doctor said to Kurt. He nodded, but said nothing

"And Blaine, we have already called Mr. Hummel to inform him this, but Kurt cannot be left alone until therapy occurs and a certified therapist says it is okay; we don't want to take any risks. His cuts seem to be doing alright, but for now they need to be kept covered and clean until they fully heal. Nothing sharp or potentially harmful without supervision for now is to be used. Mr. Hummel will be here to officially discharge Kurt at 6:30 PM." The Doctor said, scribbling a few notes down on his clipboard before waving goodbye and walking out of the room.

"Kurt! You get to go home!" I said excitedly

"No. I'm not ready." Kurt said, staring at the wall in front of him

"What are you talking about Kurt?"

"I don't know if I can go back into my room where it all happened. I don't know how that's going to affect me." Kurt said, now turning to me.

"Kurt, you're going to have to try. But you won't be doing it alone, Kurt, you'll be doing it with me. You're not alone." I said, standing up so I could kiss Kurt.

I felt Kurt's body fall to ease as my lips touched his. It was nice knowing that Kurt could relax for a few conscious seconds.

"I don't know how I got so lucky with you." Kurt said as I pulled away from his face

"I ask myself the same thing every day." I said, smiling at him.

Two musicals later, it was 6:00 PM. I felt my phone buzz and wasn't surprised to see it was a text from Burt.

At the hospital. Can we come in?- Burt

Yes- Blaine

It wasn't more than a minute later that we heard a knock at the door. The door opened to reveal Burt, Carole and Finn.

"Hello everyone." I said, smiling and gesturing for them to come in closer to the room.

"Hi" Kurt said shyly. I saw Burt's face light up when his son spoke.

"Hey Kid. And hello Blaine." He said, shaking my hand and then walking over to Kurt to hug him hello.

I walked over to Carole to kiss her in greeting and give her a slight hug. I then walked over to Finn and held out a hand to shake when he pulled me in for a tight bear hug. He whispered, barely audibly

"The least I can do it hug you. You saved my brother's life."

He released me from the hug and smiled at me. We both turned to Kurt who had evidentially watched the whole moment; he was smiling the biggest I had seen him in a long time.

"How you doin' bud?" Burt asked

"I feel better. But I'm tired." Kurt answered quietly. I smiled hat him proudly

"You ready to go home?" he asked

Kurt slightly tensed up, and turned to me. Courage I mouthed. He took a deep breath and turn back to his father

"I think I'm as ready as I'll be for now." He said, a bit louder than his last reply. Carole and Burt's faces lighted up, and Carole walked over to give Kurt a hug

"I'm so proud of you Kurt" I heard her say, her voice slightly muffled by her face buried in Kurt's shoulder. The nice moment was interrupted by another knock at the door. It was Doctor Jones.

"Hello everybody!" he said cheerfully, shaking everyone's hand. "Are you ready to go home Kurt?" He asked

Kurt nodded. "Yes."

"Alrighty then, well Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, please, do follow me to fill out the final paper work?" He said. The three adults left the room, leaving it to just Finn, Kurt and me.

"Kurt, you certainly picked a good one. Blaine is a good guy Kurt; don't let him stray." Finn said with a smile. Kurt looked at Finn, his eyes welding with tears. But this time, they were different; they were happy tears.

"I never would. He's stuck with me now." Kurt giggled

"Well, I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else." I responded with a giggle. I grabbed Kurt's hand and smiled at him. My stomach immediately dropped when I let my thoughts wander.

He won't want that when he finds out you puke your guts out, Blaine. He won't love you anymore. And you'll be all alone once again.

"Dude, Blaine, are you alright? You look kind of pale." Finn said. I shook my head out of my daunting thoughts and turned to Finn who was staring at me in confusion. I then turned to Kurt who was wearing the same look

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all." I said. Finn had bought it, but I could tell Kurt hadn't. He knew better; he always did. But Kurt didn't argue; he didn't have time. Burt and Carole and Doctor Jones came back into the hospital room.

"Alright, Kurt, you're set to go! There is a wheelchair outside your room; I know you don't necessarily need it, but its hospital policy to be taken out on one. Go home and get some rest; your next therapy appointment is tomorrow at 3:00 PM. See you then Kurt." He said, shaking Kurt's hand. He shook everyone else hand too before turning to walk out of the door

"Doctor Jones!" Kurt shouted. It was the loudest I had heard him talk since the incident

The Doctor peaked his head back in the room and looked at Kurt.

"Thank you." He said.

"You're very welcome Kurt." The Doctor had said, smiling before he once again disappeared from sight.

"You ready to go Kurt?" Burt asked

He nodded. I assisted Kurt from his bed, walking with him hand in hand to the door way of the room. Carole had grabbed all of his belongings, and was right behind us with Finn. Burt walked out first, gesturing for Kurt to sit in the wheelchair. He slowly sat down, and Burt pushed it down to the elevators. I walked to the side of Kurt's chair, holding my hand out for his. He took it, lacing his fingers in between mine. It might have just been my fatigue, but I swear I caught Burt wiping a stray tear from his eye at the sight.

We all loaded into the elevator in silence as it took us down to the bottom floor. We wheeled Kurt to the Hummel's car in the parking lot. Finn got in the third row of the car, closing the entrance off so Kurt could slide into the second row. I slid next to him, helping his buckle his seat belt. I closed the back door, and I watched Burt take the now empty wheelchair to the hospital entrance. Carole walked to the passenger side of the car and hopped in, buckling herself. It was only a couple minutes until Burt got back and got in the car. He shut the car door behind him, took a deep breath, and turned the key to the car.

Only 20 minutes had passed by between leaving the hospital and arriving at the Hummel's. Burt took Kurt's stuff and ran it to his room, while Finn and Carole got out of the car, walking in to the house. They knew Kurt needed time to soak this all up; and they were willing to give him that time.

It was just Kurt and I in the car when he spoke.

"Blaine?"

"What?"

"I'm ready." He said. I turned to him, smiling.

"I'm so proud of you Kurt, you've already come so far." I said. I got out of the car, and walked around to the other side to open the door for Kurt. He slowly got out, shutting the door behind him and grabbing my hand. We walked into the house. I shut the front door behind me when we were both inside. We stood at the doorway for a minute; Kurt needed time to soak up that he was home. He squeezed my hand and led me to his bedroom down stairs.

We approached the door to his room, which was closed. He stopped right in front of it, to take a deep breath. He reached his free hand out for the knob, and turned it slowly. We walked into his room, shutting the door behind us. We didn't move from the door way. We both just stood there, examining the room. I could see the entrance to Kurt's bathroom; where he had tried to take his life just a few days before. Carole or Burt must have cleaned it; there was no blood or razors on the floor. It was clean, like any other day. I felt Kurt's hand shaking in mine; a shaking that brought me back to reality. He was crying.

"Kurt, it's okay. I promise it's okay." I said, hugging him now.

"It was right there Blaine, I tried to do it right there." He cried

"Shhhh, I know, I know." I said as he sobbed into my shoulder

"Kurt, these memories are never going to fade away. They're always going to be here, but with the therapy, we are going to try to restore life to how it was before. It'll never be the same, but I promise, someday you'll be happy like you were before."

I lead Kurt over to his bed, suggesting to him that he lay down; as he did. I lay next to him, bringing his sobbing body into my arms. I curled my arms around his abdomen, hugging him close to my chest.

"Kurt, go to sleep. You need the rest, we both do. And I promise, I'll be right here when you wake up." I said

"Blaine?"

"Yes Kurt?"

"I'm glad I'm alive." He said

I kissed the top of his soft, brown hair.

"I'm glad you are too, Kurt. I love you." I said, fluttering my eyelids shut, drifting off to dream land.