Oh my fuck. Okay guys. I finished writing this. And then it fucking deleted itself so i have to do it ALL FUCKING OVER AGAIN.

God damnit i hope you guys like this one. Cause i'm fucking pissed off right now.

Okay, so here i'll just do it all like i did before. So yeah. Sorry for the hiatus. a bunch of shit went down + the recovery so yeah.

here.

story.

Blaine pulled Kurt into the house gently by his wrist. The door clicked softly behind them, and silence danced in the air, the only sound being their soft breaths. Carole was out, Burt was at the shop and Finn was probably out with Rachel, as per usual.

Blaine lifted a hand to his forehead, shaking his head slowly. Kurt watched him, unsure of what to do. Blaine's other hand went up to his face, and Kurt stepped towards him, hugging him as his sobs rang out.

'K-Kurt.. I'm so sorry... He had said things before, i told him to stop... I thought he listened... If i knew... If i knew, i would have...'

Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's curls.

'Shh, Blaine. It's okay..'

Blaine pushed him away.

' No, Kurt, it's not fucking okay!'

Kurt stood, frozen. Blaine never yelled at him; not like that.

'It wasn't your fault...'

'It's because i was oblivious! I always hurt you because i'm so damn oblivious, it hurt you now and always has hurt you, and because i'm so stupidly oblivious i always make you sad!'

Kurt stood up straight.

'Well yelling at me isn't exactly helping either, Blaine!'

'I'm not yelling at you!'

'Yes, you are!'

The two stared at each other, tension in the air. Kurt took in ragged breaths; he didn't like this. He didn't want this. All the crap from Sebastian, now he was fighting with Blaine. His skin began to crawl and he felt his stomach twist. He clamped his hand over his mouth and ran to the bathroom. He heard Blaine call his name, running behind leaned over the toilet bowl, throwing his head over and retching harshly into it. Blaine knelt next to him, placing a hand on his back but Kurt pushed it away. His skin felt like it was on fire. He didn't want anything to be near him right now. He grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his mouth, flushing it all down. He leaned back against the wall and tears streamed his face. Blaine stared at him helplessly. He didn't want to speak out of turn, so he simply waited for Kurt to speak.

'Why is this so hard, Blaine?'

Blaine swallowed; his mouth was dry, his tongue felt like sandpaper.

'What are you referring to..? And why is it like what?'

'This... Us. Why is it so hard?'

Blaine stared at Kurt, wide-eyed. He felt his skin begin to tingle and his chest thicken. His head pounded and tears welled in his eyes. His mouth open and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. He stood, still trying to find the right words. Were there any?

'I... It's...'

Kurt stared up at him, eyes tired and sad. Blaine stared back, feeling lonelier than ever.

'Sometimes, when you're in love, it's the simplest and the hardest thing you can experience.'

Kurt laughed softly as he stood. He put a hand on Blaine's cheek, kissing him softly. He pulled back, staring in his eyes.

'It's harder than i ever thought it'd be.'

Blaine stared at Kurt; this couldn't be happening.

'We can get through it though...'

'I don't want to fight..'

'There's gonna be fights, Kurt, we can't stop that, they happen-'

'We need time, Blaine.'

Kurt walked past him and out of the room. Blaine stood, frozen, dumfounded, his thoughts buzzing in his brain at a million miles a minute. What just happened? Were they now on a break? Was this the end? Were he and Kurt no longer together?

Was he no longer Kurt Hummel's boyfriend?

Blaine bolted out of the room and up the stairs, slamming Kurt's door open. He saw Kurt standing in the middle of his room, tear stains already adorning his face. Sadness and pain were laced in Kurt's eyes and Blaine shook his head.

'No.'

'Blaine-'

'No!'

Kurt sat down on the bed, putting his head in his hands.

'I don't want this either, Blaine.'

'Then why are you fucking doing it?'

Kurt threw his hands up in the air.

'There you go again, yelling and not listening properly!'

'Well maybe if you fucking explained things-'

'I did explain to you, Blaine, we need time!'

'Time for what, am I that awful, Kurt?'

'Don't put words in my mouth.'

'Well you might as well say it, why is your mouth taking a holiday now all of a sudden, last time i checked you don't know how to stop flapping it and shut the fuck up about anything!'

Kurt stared at him, wide-eyed, mouth hanging. Splotches of red began to adorn his face and his eyes became wet and glassy. Tears poured down his cheeks and he looked like his everything had just been destroyed. He put his head in his hands and began to weep.

Blaine watched Kurt cry and his anger dissolved.

'Kurt, no, oh my god... I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry, Kurt, I-'

'Get out.'

Blaine felt his heart shatter.

'K.. Kurt...'

'I think you've made your thoughts on me very clear, Blaine, now go.'

Blaine watched Kurt sob, then backed up, turning and running out the door, down the stairs. He opened the front door, closing it behind him, continuing to run. His thoughts burned in his mind, screaming at himself.

'Why? Why am i such an idiot? How could I say that to Kurt? Honestly. He is not like that at all, he is the most compassionate person I know and I love him with all my heart... God.. What if he thinks i think that way about him for the rest of his life? What if we ... Never get back together...?'

Blaine began to walk when suddenly rain poured from the sky, drenching him. He yelled loudly as he cried.

'Anything else, God? Can this get any worse?'

Blaine froze as he heard a loud blaring honk from behind. He turned and was encountered with a flash of light, a loud bang, then darkness.

Kurt picked up his buzzing phone, staring at Blaine's name lit up on the screen. He sighed; he knew Blaine didn't mean what he said. They were both angry. He slid the arrow across the screen to answer, pressing the phone to his ear.

'I'm sorry, Blaine.'

'This isn't Blaine.'

Kurt shot up in the bed, his mind registering the sirens in the background.

'Who is this? Where's Blaine!'

'I'm a medic, my name is Daniel. Are you Blaine's significant other?'

Kurt didn't hesitate.

'Yes. I am.'

'Kurt, i'm sorry to say that Blaine's been in an accident. He was hit by a drunk driver.'

Drunk Driver?

'We're sending him to the hospital now.'

Hospital?

'He's in pretty bad condition, though.'

Bad condition?

'He'll be sent to the OR as soon as he gets there for surgery.'

OR?

Surgery?

Accident?

Blaine?

'He should be out of the operating room at 10 pm if you want to come by, or... Hello?'

Kurt left his phone sitting on his bed, running down the stairs and to his car. He began to drive, heading to the hospital. He needed Blaine. He needed to see Blaine. He made it to the hospital in a short amount of time, and ran through it, to the hall nearest the OR. The sliding doors of the entrance opened in a matter of minutes and there he was. Blaine. Bloody and mangled, being wheeled in a rolling hospital bed.

'BLAINE!'

A medic grabbed Kurt, holding him back. Kurt thrashed and screamed.

'BLAINE, NO! YOU CAN'T DIE ON ME! I NEED YOU! BLAINE! BLAINE!'

The door to the OR closed behind them and Kurt pushed his way out of the medic's arms, only resulting in him falling to the floor, landing in a puddle of Blaine's blood.

THERE . FREAKIN. JEEZ.

CLIFFHANGER.

OKAY?

OKAY.

I should update again tomorrow.

-Echo.