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Both boys had slept through the night with minimal interruption, and Blaine awoke to the sunlight filtering through the blinds. He slipped out of bed and over to the washroom, then returned, gently pulling Kurt back into his arms. Kurt stretched, coming awake in Blaine's arms. "Mmm, good morning," Blaine murmured, pressing light kisses to his boyfriend's neck.

"Oh, God, let me up," Kurt whispered urgently, trying to keep his face from Blaine's.

"What?" Blaine asked, frowning in confusion.

Kurt pulled away, practically sprinting across the room to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth like a mad man, ran a comb through his hair, and tried to make himself presentable. When he felt his breath was no longer deadly, he returned to the bedroom. "Morning breath," he said simply.

"Oh," Blaine smiled, chuckling softly at his boyfriend's preoccupation with perfection. "I wouldn't have minded. But just so you know, I brushed my teeth a little while ago. You were still out cold."

Kurt flushed. "Oh," was all he said. He pulled out clothes for the day. "I didn't need the towel last night," he said, staring down at the sheets.

"That's fantastic," Blaine said warmly. "Why don't you come back to bed and cuddle for just a little while? I don't hear anyone else up yet."

"I'm still in a lot of pain," Kurt said. "I want to go take a shower, apply that ointment, and take my antibiotics." Which Blaine had woken him up to take soon after he'd fallen asleep the second time. They'd both forgotten.

"Do you want my help?" Blaine asked. "Nothing more, just help applying it."

"Let me go take my shower, and then yes, I think I'd like that," Kurt said shyly. "I mean, you know where the cuts are inside."

"Exactly." Blaine gave him an encouraging smile. "Go take your shower, we'll do what we have to, and then I'll shower, and then we can have breakfast."

"Then you can-"

"Detail the Nav," the two boys said together, Blaine rolling his eyes. "Go," Blaine added. "I'll be here."

He pulled Kurt's laptop out from under the bed and woke it up. He began to type hotmail into the search bar, but pressing the letters h-o brought up a recent search of Kurt's: how to commit suicide. A gasp caught in his throat. But he already knew what Kurt had meant to do, and he was fairly certain that now, given that he would be spending most of his time with Kurt, nothing would happen. Besides that, Burt had insisted Kurt get some help. Blaine would make certain that happened. He finished loading up his email, and was surprised to see a letter from his mother's personal email address.

My darling Blaine,

I am so sorry for what's happened. If it were up to me, you would still be living under our roof, but perhaps this is for the best. You crossed the line, bringing that boy to our house so many times in a row while we were away. Why couldn't you have been less obvious about it? That boy is so feminine, why can't you just date a girl? Blaine, sweetheart, I don't understand. I love you, and I want you to come back home. I couldn't see you when your father asked you to leave because I knew I would just start to cry. Please, my darling son, make this right and come back home. I'm so looking forward to my birthday dinner. I can't wait to see you. It would be so nice if you brought a nice girl from your new school, or even one of the sweethearts from Crawford. I'll see you then.

Love always,

Your devoted mother

Blaine swallowed hard. And reread the email. Twice to be sure. His mother had really compared dating Kurt to dating a girl. He sighed and wrote a quick email in response.

Mother,

I am gay. Homosexual. Interested in men. Specifically, Kurt. I love him. This isn't a phase, a high-school fling. When I look into my future, all I see is him. No matter what, he's going to be a part of my life forever. And if you can't accept that, then I suppose seeing you on your birthday each year will have to be enough.

Blaine

But he didn't send it. He saved it in drafts. And shut down the email page he'd opened. He was idly flipping through files on Kurt's computer, looking through the music on iTunes, rereading his NYADA essay, when he came across the folder entitled letters.

He couldn't help himself. He knew what the folder was. And Kurt had offered to let him read them. That meant it wasn't snooping, right? So he opened the folder, and looked at the list of files. His was second in the alphabetical list. He opened it.

Blaine,

This is probably hardest on you. I know you won't understand why I had to do this. Why I pushed you away, and then took myself from you forever. You deserve more than a man who is less than whole. I love you. I never stopped loving you. Don't cry over me, I'm not worth it. Remember when you taught me to have courage? Well, it's your turn now. Chase your dreams, the world is waiting for you. I'm sorry. There was no other way. You were my perfect teenage dream. I'm sorry that life became such a nightmare that I couldn't go on. There are things I've left for you. Make sure you get them from my father. He knows what they are.

I love you,

Kurt

Blaine swallowed hard, not bothering to fight back the tears. He let them trickle down his cheeks, knowing Kurt would likely be awhile longer in the shower, and he'd have time to compose himself. Taking a shuddering breath, Blaine chose another letter from the list, the only one he'd not expected to see. The file had been titled 'Karofsky'.

Dave,

This has nothing to do with you. We made our peace, and I hope, one day, you'll be able to come to terms with everything. In the end, you taught me things about myself I didn't know. Without our interactions, I might never have met Blaine. Funny how things work out. Take care of yourself. You deserve better than you've been accepting.

Take care,

Kurt

Blaine took a deep breath. And decided to click on one that would probably be short and sweet. He wasn't disappointed.

Britt,

You're my favorite unicorn. Thank you for always being there for me. Be happy with Santana. Be true to yourself, and never stop believing. I know you want to cry, but it's not good for you, Britt. I love you.

Your dolphin,

Kurt

Kurt loved Brittany? Or was that how all the letters would read? He clicked on the one for Carole.

Carole,

Please take care of my dad for me. I'm sorry to lay all of this on you, but he's going to need you now more than ever. You are an amazing person, and incredible mother, and I can't imagine anyone better for my dad at this point. Thank you for being so accepting of me. I'm sorry it came to this.

Love always,

Kurt

Finn,

I know we've had our ups and downs, but you are truly the best brother I could imagine. Take care of our parents, and please, watch out for Blaine. He's going to need all the friends and support he can get. At least, I think he will. I hope he moves on. Anyway. Tell Rachel to stop crying. I'm not worth it, and her voice doesn't need the stress. I love you, big brother.

Kurt

Which made Blaine wonder what Kurt would have said to Rachel.

Rachel,

Stop crying. Right now. Your voice can't handle the strain. You need to start working on your solos for my funeral and for Nationals. Because I'm certain we just won Regionals. I've instructed my dad to allow anyone who wants to from New Directions to sing, but you are the one with the most star power. Carpe diem. Do me proud.

Your favorite Diva,

Kurt

Blaine sighed. This was too much for him. There were others, including the one for Burt, that he couldn't bring himself to figured Mercedes' letter would be another he couldn't handle. He wiped furiously at his eyes. The shower stopped and closed the folder, and closed the laptop, setting it off to the side.

"Hey, Blaine? What do you say we go for a walk in the park later this afternoon?" Kurt asked, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, as he towel-dried his hair. "Blaine? Baby, are you crying?" he asked.

"I read the letters," Blaine murmured. "They just….touched me."

"Did you read them all?" Kurt asked gently, walking over to the bed.

"No," Blaine shook his head. "Just a few. Mine, Finn's, Rachel's, Carole's…" he thought a moment. "Brittany, and Karofsky. That one surprised me."

"Why?" Kurt asked. "If you think about it, I might never have met you if it weren't for his bullying." He glanced at the computer. "You read the ones on the computer?" he asked.

Blaine nodded. "Why?" he asked. "Was that okay?"

"Of course. I typed them up as rough drafts. I used my stationery and calligraphy set to actually write them. Took me most of the night Tuesday. But I figured people deserved better than a typed and printed letter. I'm sorry, Blaine. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Is there any difference?" Blaine asked. "Between the ones on the computer and the ones in the envelopes?"

"A word or two. Nothing major. Are you alright?"

Blaine nodded. "Just a little shaken. I don't know why. I knew they were there. It's just…seeing them. Anyway. Why don't you lie down, and we'll take care of your injuries. How was your shower?"

"Warm. You should join me sometime," Kurt said, lying down on his stomach, hugging a pillow.

"My, aren't we feeling bold today," Blaine teased. He got the tube of ointment off the bedside table.

"We wouldn't have to do anything," Kurt said. "I just…it's silly."

"What's silly?" Blaine asked, rubbing Kurt's back gently.

"Well," Kurt flushed slightly. "It's silly, but it's always been a fantasy of mine to wash your hair…run my fingers through it…"

"That's not silly," Blaine murmured. "I think it's hot. We'll do that when you're more comfortable with everything." He gently tugged at the towel. "Raise up, love, so I can get this off you."

Kurt lifted his hips enough for Blaine to pull the towel away. He winced as the terry cloth brushed over his semi-hard cock. He was stiff and trembling.

"I need you to relax for me," Blaine murmured, returning to running his hand over Kurt's back. "Take a few deep breaths. We've been here before. You liked it, ultimately."

"Can you make it feel good again?" Kurt asked in a tiny voice.

"If you want me to," Blaine offered. He uncapped the tube. "But you have to be sure. I don't want you to start thinking the way you did last night, like all I want from you is sex."

"N-no," Kurt stammered. "I'm sure. I know you're not…going to push. I think I need it, Blaine. To relax. I need this position not to scare me so much. Please, Blaine.

Blaine nodded. "Let's try something a bit different this morning," he said. "Hopefully this won't scare you as much as being on your stomach did. C'mere, face me." He slid beneath the duvet and drew Kurt into his arms, turning him so they were face to face, tucked beneath the blanket. "Bend your knee," he directed. He brought Kurt's top leg over his hip. "How's that?" he asked.

"Good," Kurt breathed. It was so intimate, face to face, Kurt was nearly able to forget how clinical this all was.

Blaine planted tiny kisses all over Kurt's face, even as he fumbled with the tube of ointment. "I'm sorry you're hurt," he said softly. "But this is so hot…"

Kurt smiled and flushed a light pink. "I can see the merit of this position," he whispered.

"Good," Blaine smiled. "If this works, we can apply the medication this way every time until you're better. How does that sound?"

"Wonderful." Kurt stiffened slightly as Blaine's coated finger slid between his cheeks, but relaxed almost immediately.

"There ya go," Blaine said, kissing Kurt in that delicate spot right behind his ear.

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed, and he rested his forehead against Blaine's shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you," Blaine concentrated on what he was doing, and soon had all the injuries treated. "How's that?"

"Much better, at least, the pain," Kurt murmured. He looked up into Blaine's eyes. "Please…" he whispered.

Blaine nodded slowly. "Alright," he said. He captured Kurt's lips in a slow, deep kiss. Then, just as slowly, worked his finger deep inside Kurt's body, searching for the elusive spot.

Kurt gasped into Blaine's mouth, sucking his boyfriend's bottom lip between his teeth. "Yes…" he hissed.

"Touch yourself for me," Blaine instructed. Kurt looked unsure, but reached a hand down, wrapping tentatively around himself. But he didn't move his hand, and lying the way they were, Kurt was on top of Blaine's otherwise free arm. So, carefully, without removing his hand, Blaine moved around Kurt, rolling him onto his back and rising up over him. "Draw your knees up a bit," he said.

Kurt did so, and Blaine managed to reposition himself between Kurt's legs. "There we go," the curly-haired boy said. "Much better." Now his hand was free, and he wrapped it loosely around the throbbing rod. "How's that?"

Kurt nodded. "Please," he whispered again. "Make it feel better…"

"Of course." Blaine locked his eyes on Kurt's, watching as they changed color, from green to blue, deepening in passion.

Kurt's orgasm built up inside him, swelling ever higher. "Oh God," he whispered, trying to keep from screaming. "Blaine, I need…"

There was a light tapping at the door that had both boys freezing. "Boys? It's breakfast time," Carole called.

The boys froze. "We'll be right there," Blaine managed to call back, sounding somewhat normal. Carefully, ever mindful, he removed his hands from Kurt's body, reaching for the towel that had been pushed off to the side. "Later," he whispered. "I promise."

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