Beep… Beep… Beep…

The insistent beeping penetrated Blaine's sleep, slowly pulling him from his own head. He felt a weight on his hand and forced his heavy eyes open, the blinding white of the room forcing his eyes shut pretty quickly.

After a few minutes he managed to open his eyes again, this time ready for it and managed to keep his eyes half open. He slowly looked around the room, his head still feeling foggy, and his gaze landed on on his sleeping fiance, who was sleeping with his head on Blaine's bed and grasping his hand like a life line.

It took Blaine a few minutes to realise he was actually in a hospital room, hooked up to machines and with bandages wrapped around his arms. He remembered his moment of weakness in the bathroom, and his grip on Kurt's hand tightened, knowing how worried the young man must have been.

He felt Kurt stirring beside him, and watched him slowly wake up, his guilt eating him up inside with every minute that passed. His breath caught in his throat when those glasz eyes locked with his own.

"Blaine…." Kurt breathed out, tears filling his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. Blaine held him close, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist as tight as he could with all the wires in the way.

"I'm so sorry Kurt, I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry." Blaine was crying now, his face burried in Kurt's neck.

"It's okay, don't worry about that right now, we can talk about this later, I just want you to focus on healing. I'm here honey, I'm not going anywhere."

Blaine could only hold him closer, unable to form words.

It was a few hours later when someone else came through the door, a doctor, Blaine decided, judging by their white coat.

"Hello Blaine, I'm Dr. James. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing?"

"I'm fine." Blaine responded immediately, almost too quickly really.

"How about we have a look at your injuries and change those bandages? We will be sending someone in layer on to assess your mental health later."

Blaine looked down at that, not willing to meet anyone's eyes. Instead he just held out one of his bandaged arms towards the doctor, an indication to go ahead.

"Would you rather we do this with a bit more privacy? Your friend can wait in the hall of you would prefer." The doctor questioned, his eyes floating over Kurt.

"He's my fiance, if he wants to stay he can." Blaine looked up at Kurt uncertainty. "You can go if you'd like, I wouldn't blame you."

"I'm not going anywhere." Kurt held his gaze, then placed a light kiss on Blaine's lips.

"Okay, go ahead." Blaine turned back to the doctor, one arm outstretched and his other hand holding Kurt's.

It couldn't have taken long for his arms to be redressed, but it felt like forever. He kept looking at Kurt throughout the process, who he knew was putting on a brave face, although the trembling hand in his own gave him away. Blaine's wounds were given the okay, no infection and beginning to heal as expected.

"How are you doing?" Kurt squeezed his hand as the doctor left, worry thick in his voice.

"I'm okay, I just want to go home."

"You'll be able to go home soon, they just want to keep you here for a few days." Blaine noticed how he didn't mention suicide watch. He appreciated it.

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about this Kurt. I don't know what happened, but I just stopped feeling happy. I don't know why, and it's not like I was constantly sad, I just wasn't happy. I tried to be though, for you. Because you are everything to me, I never want you to think you don't make me happy."

"Oh honey, I know how you feel about me, you make me so happy. This is something we can work through, we can get you help, and you can be happy again. I love you so much Blaine, and I hate to see you hurting."

"I love you too." Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's hand lightly. "Does anyone else know? Rachel or…?"

"I had to call your mum, she's probably going to be here tomorrow. She was really worried about you. I don't think she's bringing your dad though… I'm sorry."

"No, no it's fine, I wouldn't expect him to come." A dark look crossed Blaine's eyes, before being replaced by a soft smile aimed at Kurt. "Thank you for calling mum though, you really are too good for me. I knew there was a reason I want to marry you."

"You mean it's not just my good looks and impeccable fashion?" Kurt teased him, placing a kiss on his cheek.

Their moment was interrupted by a tall woman walking into his room. The way she held herself just screamed therapist.

She stayed in his room, talking to Blaine about why he tried to kill himself, even though Blaine didn't think that's what he had done, she listened to him talk about when everything got dark, and how he tried to be happy again. In the end, his diagnosis was clear. Depression.

He was prescribed antidepressants, though he protested to being medicated at first, Kurt's gentle hand on his back was enough to stop his protesting. He was also advised to begin regular therapy when he left the hospital, which Kurt quickly agreed to, leaving Blaine no room for argument.

Kurt didn't leave Blaine's side the entire time, not judging him while he spoke to the therapist, not leaving him when he found out how broken Blaine really was, and holding his hand when it all became too much for him. After dinner, which he forced himself to eat under Kurt's watchful eye, he moved over as much as he could comfortably to allow for Kurt to climb in next to him. He fell asleep clutching Kurt's shirt in his fingers, and his face tucked into his neck.

A/N: back with another chapter. This is definitely something I'll only be updating when inspiration strikes. I'd like to be able to promise regular updates for those that are reading this, but unfortunately my busy life doesn't allow for that. I hope this story is enjoyable for some, and it's definitely been helping me to write it.