A/N - Okay, Day Two - Klaine AU. Summary - Kurt just can't take it any more, it's too hard. Blaine can't save him this time. If I say any more it gives it away. Hope that you all like it and thank you for your support with the first part. Warning from this chapter onwards, the rating will be going up! Klisses!x

He carefully wiped his tear filled eyes with the corner of the ratty blue scarf he was wearing. If he inhaled deeply enough he could still smell the lingering scent of him. He knew somehow that this was wrong. But Kurt couldn't bring himself to stop. He had to do this.

As the wind picked up, he pulled the scarf off and, before he could think too much about it, released it and watched as it settled in mid air for a second, and then almost gracefully, soared off into the unseen before him. His tangle of hazel brow hair whipped wildly around his head as he scrutinized every detail of the dizzyingly high cliff. With each breeze that caressed against his slim, toned body, he felt as if it would push him over the edge.

He gulped and glanced down at the sea beneath him.

Huge mistake.

The waves crashed against the cliff face, fierce and powerful, sending spray splashing upwards. Kurt couldn't lie to himself; he was terrified. Terrified of what this decision meant. Terrified of the repercussions. Thinking about plunging himself into the icy cold grasp of the depths below, sent shivers racing up his body and made him want to cry again.

But this was the only answer. It was the one way to stop the misery and the pain. He would not cry for him again, scream silently at the skies for taking him away from him. He could still feel him around him. Closing his eyes, he could almost see his smirk of a smile playing on his wide, full lips and the warm brown of his fathomless eyes. He knew that if he was here, he would drag Kurt back, curl him in the crook of his arm and scold him for being so stupid. If he was here, he wouldn't be doing this. This way Kurt would be joining him.

Before he could think anymore about leaving his father, Carole and the life he has behind – because it had already caused him far too much doubt and had almost made him turn back around - he jumped.

Falling felt like flying. The whoosh of cold air filled his ears and his eyes stung sharply. It was freeing, knowing that in seconds he would get to see him again, feel like lips on his skin and his fingers running through his hair. He could see the water, the beautiful, glistening ocean. He saw where he was plummeting to; not into that blue wonder, but the pointed rocks it batters against.

"I'm coming, Blaine." he whispered into the air, too full of emotions to realise that the words were horrendously out of context.

Something strange was happening.

He wasn't hurtling towards the rocks, but floating upwards towards the skies. His body felt light, lighter than a snowflake, as if it had no mass. Clouds surrounded him. Sunlight licked his skin.

Kurt didn't understand what was happening. Had he died?

The thought filled him with a sense of dread, what the hell had he done? Had he really given up? No. No. He didn't want to die. He still had to show his Dad how to make a proper omelette.

No.

Blinding light pierced into his eyes.

He saw his face. Beautiful. Pure. Illuminated.

The storm raging inside him calmed. Of course, everything was going to be okay now. He was with Blaine.

"Kurt! No, don't go." He yelled. Kurt tried to tell him that he wasn't going anywhere but no sound came out. He let out a wail of frustration at the pain on Blaine's face, he'd caused that and he couldn't take it away.

"Stay with me!"

He was so confused; why was he shouting at me to stay? He'd joined him now.

The clouds surrounded him again. They dragged him backwards, away from Blaine. He lashed out, kicking wildly and thrashing his hands against the whiteness suffocating him, but it did no good.

"Kurt…" his voice faded.

"NO!" Kurt screamed.

Kurt's eyes burst open.

He was tugged into consciousness by his whisper. He said he was coming.

It felt like an age since Blaine last saw him. His beautiful wide expressive green/blue eyes that shifted in colour every time he stared into them. The golden explosion of hair that seemed to have a life of its own. The innocent heart shaped face that lit up when he laughed, pure and musical and full of the hope that Blaine had almost given up on.

It had been too long.

If he was coming it meant that there was little time, a minute or two of a head start. He could never be sure when or where he would meet him; sometimes it was daily, in cafes and parks, other times it could be months. It depended on whether he was wretchedly upset before he went to sleep.

Although Blaine knew whenever he saw him meant that Kurt was going through a hard time on earth, his visits always filled him inexplicably with joy and he would never, ever regret the time he spent with Kurt.

Then he was consumed by crushing pain as he was taken away from him before he could fully explain who he was and why Kurt would dream about him.

And in the morning when he woke up, he'd just remember an extremely vivid – usually crazy and scary - dream. He wouldn't remember that Blaine loved him. He wouldn't remember that he loved Blaine.

He was getting closer, though not close enough so that he could hear him. He was looking down on a ridiculously high cliff next to the ocean. Kurt was floating away from the rocks. Silly boy, why did he jump off? The angels must have been feeling mischievous, crippling him with worry.

He saw his torrent of hair first. It framed that pale face that Blaine had fallen in love with instantly. He looked confused. His heart swelled. Maybe this time he'd get to explain it to him. Maybe this time he'd get to join Kurt.

But before he could open his mouth, Kurt slowed down and blurred around the edges.

No! He was being taken away from him before Blaine even got a chance to explain everything.

"Kurt! No, don't go." Blaine yelled at him.

His mouth was moving rapidly, trying to tell him something, but all Blaine could hear was the whipping wind around his ears.

"Stay with me!"

His shouts were futile; he knew that he was leaving but he couldn't just let him go without a fight. The clouds were yanking Kurt downwards; Blaine could see the angels' faces within them. Some were apologetic, the ones that meant to bring them together, but there are less of them. The dark angels had overpowered them; they will keep them apart no matter the cost, it's what they've been assigned to do. Kurt couldn't see the angels even if he was kicking out at them, only other angels can see each other.

"Kurt…" he cried just as his face completely disappeared.

His heart broke, shattering, fresh and bleeding. Blaine hated the angels. He wished that he could have been mortal. He could be with his Kurt that way. He would do anything to be with him, but this was his punishment. Find your true love, your soulmate, never be with them.

Nothing that Blaine could do now but wait and curse the idiocy of angel's laws.

He'd come back.

Blaine closed his eyes, hoping that the time between their next meeting would pass quickly.