Hey everyone!

So, the-power-of-love gave me this little idea, and Ilikerandomthingssodontjudgeme said that they liked it too! :) It's a very very very sad one involving sad Blaine (cries) so there's your warning.

And, as always, thank you for all the reviews and prompts and amazingness in general. I love ya all so much :3

Kurt, Rachel, and Santana sat on the couch in their New York apartment, watching this god-awful movie called "Jackass" which Santana claimed to be "amazing". Kurt and Rachel did not agree.

Which is why, when Kurt saw Finn's picture and name appear on his iPhone screen, he was relieved to have an excuse to get out of there. "It's Finn." He whispered to the girls, before getting up and answering the phone.

"Hello?"

"Kurt. Hi." Finn said, in a tone that automatically told Kurt something wasn't right.

"Finn? What's the matter?"

"It's Blaine." It was a guilty whisper, as if Finn felt bad for saying the name.

"He's not doing good. Kurt, he– he wants to...uh," Finn took a deep breath, one that was shaky and that told Kurt something was really, really wrong with Blaine, "I think wants to kill himself, Kurt. H-he's suicidal."

Kurt dropped the phone, his vision becoming blurry. He took a seat on the floor, as his legs failed him, and reached blindly for his phone. "I'm on my way." He chokes, wiping furiously at the tears that were rolling silently down his cheeks.

He walked into where Santana and Rachel sat, Santana laughing and Rachel smashing her head into the couch cushion repeatedly. Santana's smile disappeared as soon as Kurt came into view. "Lady Hummel? What's goin' on?"

"Blaine needs me. I'm going to Lima, okay? I don't know when I'll be back."

Rachel stood up and stopped him. "Wh-what's wrong with Blaine?" She asked as her eyes became wet with tears.

Kurt tried to tell her...he just couldn't get the words out of his mouth. He didn't want to get the words out of his mouth. "I...I have to go."

"Kurt!" Santana called, addressing him by his first name for the first time Kurt could ever remember. "What happened? Is Blaine okay?"

But Kurt was already out the door.

•••

It was about noon when Kurt left New York, and he didn't get to Blaine's till about nine. He just went straight to Blaine's house, because the thought of Blaine feeling so awful about himself that he would even think of hurting himself tore him up inside and made him feel sick. Nauseous. The worst kind of nausea because there was no way of getting out of it. Not sleeping, not medicine, not even being held by Blaine.

Kurt had been through this before with Karofsky. The whole suicide thing. The only difference was, he loved Blaine. And the worst part was, he knew it was his fault. Why couldn't he have just forgiven him?

He didn't even bother to knock when he reached Blaine's house. He went right to the staircase, going two at a time, and threw open Blaine's bedroom door.

Blaine wasn't there.

He felt his heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach when he heard a small, hoarse whisper.

"Kurt?"

He turned around, spinning on his heels. And then his heart shattered. Blaine looked so...broken. So small and insecure. So scared and frightened. He looked crushed and distant. He looked like anyone but himself.

Next thing Kurt knew, his lips were crushed against Blaine's as he pushed Blaine against the wall. His chest pressed roughly against Blaine's and his hands grasped onto Blaine's cheeks, pulling his lips deeper into his. He felt Blaine hold him the same exact way, his fingers gripping the sides of his face. Kurt pulled away for just a second, catching his breath, when Blaine tugged him back, kissing him desperately. Blaine's lips tasted like tears, which made Kurt want to kiss him even more. He wanted to make his pain go away and never come back.

Kurt ended the kiss, nuzzling his face into Blaine's cheek, his wet, tear-stained cheek that made Kurt want to cry. "I love you. I love you so much, okay? Don't you dare hurt yourself. You're beautiful and you're perfect and I'm not letting you feel like this anymore.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears falling as he did so. "I can't...I can't live without you, Kurt. You're everything. And the thought of me putting you through so much pain–"

"Stop." Kurt said, silencing him with another kiss. "It's over. I'm yours. And you're mine. That's it."

Blaine nodded, smiling for the first time in a long time. It was small, but visible, and it felt foreign on his lips. "That's it." He repeated, kissing Kurt once more.

"Promise me that if you ever feel like this again that you'll tell me."

Blaine pulled Kurt close, burying his head in Kurt's shoulder. "I promise." It was muffled, but Kurt understood. They were both silent for a while, just holding each other. And that was okay. They didn't need to talk or kiss to show each other that they loved each other. "Hey, Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For everything."

Kurt tucked his chin into the back of Blaine's neck. "Thank you for not doing anything stupid. You scared the hell outta me. I thought you were really going to hurt yourself."

Blaine's eyes became moist once more. "Me too."

Kurt froze at Blaine's words, wincing. He inhaled a sharp gulp of air. "But you're okay now?"

Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's, their lips moving together tenderly and softly. Blaine pulled away. "Better than ever."

Kurt smiled. It was a smile just for Blaine, the kind of smile that only Blaine could cause. "Good."

"How long can you stay?"

Kurt's smile faded and he frowned, looking intently at the floor. "I...I–"

Blaine fingertips lifted Kurt's chin, locking their gazes. "Can you stay for the night?"

Kurt nodded. "Yep."

"Well, that's good enough for me."

Blaine kissed Kurt once again, but this time...neither of them let go.

I just realized that I never apologized for my extremely sappy, cheesy endings. Oops. Well, I am very sorry xD

Hope y'all loved it! Leave a review and let me know! :D

-Katie xxx