A/N: Hello again!

Thank you for sticking with me this far. I'm still amazed that people read this =) Sorry for it all being so dark at the moment, it will lighten up eventually, I promise =)

Sorry again for late update, I had partially written this over a week ago but something was missing and until tonight I couldn't work out what it was but now I know and I've added it and it feels better.

Trigger warning for this one I think? Like it isn't that bad but I feel like I should put it in just in case =)

Okay, here goes nothing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any movies, musicals, songs, events, products, clothing, labels, schools, names or anything else you can think of I own nothing except my imagination.

This is a Kurt/Blaine fic, so if you don't like boy x boy then there is a little 'x' button in the right hand corner of this page feel free to click it in times of closed mindedness.

NOW:

Kurt pressed call on his phone again. Hoping that maybe after fifteen tries Blaine would answer but like all the other times the phone went dead.

The world spun as he paced back and forth in the sitting area outside the meeting room, he could hardly breathe, his breaths only coming in short bursts as his body trembled.

Blaine wasn't one to not answer his phone, he was always so diligent, no matter what the situation he would always answer. He knew Blaine was with someone so he could only hope that Blaine was okay.

Kurt's eyes flashed red as he remembered walking in on Blaine in the bathroom the memory reminding him that Blaine wasn't okay.

What if he's tried again?

Kurt's heart thudded rapidly his head becoming light, he was shaking hard but he persisted in calling Blaine over and over again. He wanted to go looking for him but he wasn't sure where to start and too afraid that Blaine would come back and he wouldn't be here.

His whole body was swallowed up in a sudden wave of heat; his clothing clung to the sweat on his body in a restricting manner, his legs gave out and he fell to the floor.

The linoleum was cool on his hot skin as he spluttered and shook, he tried his hardest to push his fear away but new scenarios filled his head. He couldn't bare the idea of seeing Blaine trying to hurt himself again. It was all too much. He closed his eyes for the shortest of moments; it didn't even cross his mind how stupid he must have looked gasping like a fish out of water.

"You look deliciously pathetic Kurt." Aiden's voice was crisp and clear. Kurt looked up at him, his breaths not slowing as he took in the sight of him, he was dressed in the clothes Kurt had last seen him in, his skin was tinged blue and when he smiled water rushed out of his mouth to join the pool by his knees.

"You're not here," Kurt whispered to himself. "You're not here."

"Stop denying my presence Kurt, I won't leave you," Aiden assured, his mouth twitched devilishly and he spoke again, "unlike Blaine," his cracked lips rolled around the name with vicious contempt.

"Blaine's not leaving me, he's going to get better," Kurt whispered. He tried his hardest to control his breathing but the empty halls seemed to suck the oxygen right out of his body, his chest felt tight and his mind became fuzzier and fuzzier as time went on.

"But he's already left you, if not physically, mentally, he's pulled away from you Kurt, he's gone, we both know why he isn't answering the phone."

Kurt closed his eyes and tried to ignore him, to tell himself that he was wrong but the scenarios washed over him. He saw blood and rope, shattered glass and pills but worst of all he saw Blaine crying. His eyes shot open and he dragged himself to sit upright, his hands shaking and his stomach gurgling, he felt sick but he needed to find Blaine.

He looked at Aiden's puzzled decaying face and spoke firmly. "You are not here." His phone wasn't too far from him so he reached for it and continued his quest of trying to contact Blaine, Aiden's image fading with every dial tone.

Eventually he regained enough strength to pull himself onto one of the chairs, his whole body felt weak as he tried again and again to call Blaine; he sent a few panicked texts as well. Blaine never responded.

He took deep breaths in and out, "courage," he whispered to himself in a mantra.

Kurt's head began to ache but he still didn't stop trying to call Blaine, Kurt pressed call one more time and was reached with Blaine's voice mail. He let the silly greeting calm him for a moment, Blaine's voice full of laughter as he instructed him to leave a message. Kurt smiled for a moment before hanging up and trying again. This time he was greeted with the sound of Blaine's ring tone echoing through the halls.

Kurt looked at Blaine coming down the hall, his hand fumbling awkwardly in his pocket; there was a boy that Kurt vaguely recognised standing next to him, two take-away cups of coffee in his hands.

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine and a boy next to him who was holding two take-away cups of coffee. Blaine pulled out his phone and pressed the decline button and smiled at the boy.

"Are you sure it's not important?" The boy asked and Blaine assured him it wasn't.

Kurt walked quickly to Blaine, Blaine looked up at him and Kurt saw something flash in his eyes but he couldn't recognise what it was. Blaine's lips flicked up into a smile for the briefest of moments as he took in a deep breath.

"Where were you?" Kurt asked when he reached him, his voice shaking with the lack of oxygen in his lungs and the anger in his mind.

"I was getting a coffee with Micah," Blaine said abruptly, Kurt looked at Micah and scowled for a moment.

"You couldn't answer your phone?" Kurt asked, anger fully filling his voice now.

"I didn't think I needed to, I'm a grown boy after all," Blaine said watching with hope as expressions of anger played on Kurt's face.

"A grown boy that's barely off of suicide watch! You didn't think you needed to tell me where you were? I was worried sick Blaine!" Kurt cried his chest tightening in reminder of how sick he had made himself.

"Are you angry with me?" Blaine asked, his eyes lighting up a little, Kurt looked at him for a moment before his whole body deflated, his own words catching in his throat.

"No, I was just concerned is all," Kurt said meekly and Blaine sighed.

"Okay, are we going now?" Blaine asked, disappointment lacing every word; Kurt looked at his watch.

"Yeah, we're meeting up with Emmet in a half hour, I was going to take you for coffee but I guess you don't need me for that," Kurt said as he eyed up Micah.

Micah smiled slightly before turning to Blaine. "I should go, here's your coffee though." Blaine took the coffee with one hand.

"Thanks, I'll call you okay?" Micah nodded.

"I look forward to it."

Blaine waited for Micah to leave before turning back to Kurt, hoping that maybe now that they were alone Kurt would tell him off again.

"So you've made a friend?" Kurt asked with a small smile as he started walking, Blaine following him numbly.

"Yeah, I met him in group."

"The same group you walked out on?"

"The group leader was rude, I don't like rude people."

Kurt nodded and together they made their way through the hall and out the door.

*******************************KLAINE************* *******************

"Where are we actually going Kurt?" Blaine asked from the passenger seat, Kurt shrugged.

"I don't actually know, Emmet just sent me the address and told me to get you there."

"Are we going back to your house afterwards?"

Kurt was quiet for a moment, he wasn't sure what to say, he had spoken to his dad and he was on board with the idea of Blaine coming back but Kurt was unsure if it was a good idea.

"I don't know," Kurt finally responded, taking a left on the road in the direction of Emmet's mysterious location.

"Well I'm a free man now, the hospital doesn't want me any more," Blaine said with a small smile, he would be glad if he never saw a hospital again let alone stay in one that long.

"We'll work something out," Kurt said as he turned onto a street full of apartment buildings, they were all new with signs announcing leasing and sales.

"Why would Emmet want to meet us here?" Blaine asked as Kurt pulled onto the side of the road out front of a rather tall apartment building.

Kurt looked around until he spotted Emmet and Savannah, Kurt took his belt off and looked at Blaine for a brief moment.

"I don't know but we're about to find out," Kurt switched the engine off and got out of the car, glad to be in fresh air.

Blaine opened his own door, unbuckled his own seat belt and with the help of Kurt he wiggled his way out of the car. After a few minutes of awkward hobbling Blaine and Kurt were standing in front of Emmet and Savannah.

"Hello lads!" Emmet greeted with a goofy smile, neither boy managed a smile in response, Emmet swallowed thickly before turning to Savannah.

"Shall we head inside now?"

"Sounds like a plan," Savannah said with her own smile.

"What's inside?" Kurt asked. Emmet made a show of zipping his lips closed before flouncing off in the direction of the building; he unlocked the front door and waited for his family to follow him in. It was a short walk to the elevator and an even shorter wait for the ding that announced the arrival of the lift. In a few moments they were standing on the twelfth level.

Emmet practically skipped down the hall, Blaine, Kurt and Savannah following him.

"Come on guys, if I didn't know better I would think that your legs didn't work," Emmet smirked as he waited out front of a door with the number '1206' on it.

"Rude," Savannah scolded and Emmet put his hand over his mouth and for a moment everything seemed normal and Kurt wanted to laugh but a quick glance at Blaine got rid of that.

When they got to the door Emmet and Savannah went behind them and put blind folds over their eyes.

"I don't know what you guys are up to but I don't like it," Blaine said.

Savannah swatted him on the shoulder "don't be a sour-puss Blaine and let events play out."

Soon they were standing in the middle of the room, slowly the blindfolds were removed and they were staring at a living room. A banner read 'Welcome home Blaine!'

Kurt's hand went to his mouth as he did a small twirl to look at the small apartment, it was all open, a wall with opening cut out separated the kitchen from the rest of the room. The living room had an 'L' shaped grey couch with neatly arranged pillows, a coffee table in front of it, a TV was set up in line with the couch and table, book shelves flanked either side of it. A lamp was set up in the corner near the banner; blinds were pulled open to reveal a balcony filled with pot plants. A desk was in the corner behind the couch, a corkboard was set up above it with little notes pinned to it. A whiteboard next to that. The room had so much to look at but it all worked in unison.

"Well do you like it?" Emmet asked.

Blaine looked at him stricken, "What have you done?"

"Taken care of my brother," Emmet said and it was the most serious Kurt had heard him.

"How much did this cost Emmet?" Blaine asked, his eyes watery.

"Doesn't matter."

"You couldn't have afforded this, neither could you," Blaine directed at Savannah.

"I pulled some strings and we got loans but none of that matters Blaine, it's yours," Emmet assured, he handed over keys to both Kurt and Blaine.

"I can't take this Emmet, I can't," Blaine said shaking his head and looking at his feet.

"Too bad, you don't have a choice, it's already in your name," Emmet said, he reached forward and brought Blaine's chin up to look at him. "Blaine, I'm your big brother, please let me look after you."

Blaine nodded and Emmet smiled. "That's a good boy, now let Savannah show you the bedroom, she is very proud of what she did with it."

Savannah laughed and tapped her brothers butt as she walked off in the direction of a small hallway "come on Blainey-Bear!"

Kurt turned to walk with Blaine but Emmet hooked his finger into his belt hole and pulled him back. "Not you lover boy," he whispered in his ear, Kurt turned to look at him and Emmet made a gesture of the balcony.

They made their way outside and Kurt waited for Emmet to close the door again before he threw his arms around Emmet's neck and hugged him.

"Thank you," Kurt whispered into Emmet's neck.

"Thank your dad," Emmet said.

Kurt pulled back and looked at him "What?"

"It was your Dad's idea; he paid for the down-payment so that Savannah and I had time to get loans in order."

"That explains why he kept changing the subject every time I brought up where Blaine is going to stay," Kurt said as he leant against the outdoor table.

"How are you Kurt?" Emmet asked after a moment.

"Relieved."

"Something's up I can see it," Emmet pointed as he came and leant next to Kurt.

"Blaine went missing today, he left his group therapy early with another boy and they went and had coffee."

"He's making friends, that's a good thing isn't it?"

Kurt nodded, tears burning in the corner of his eyes. "It's a really good thing."

"Then what's wrong."

"He rejected all of my calls, I was worried sick, I was panicking and I'm-" Kurt took a shuddering breath.

"You're what?"

"I'm seeing and hearing things, memories and ghosts, I think I'm going crazy Emmet," Kurt said before letting the tears out, Emmet got up and wrapped his arms around Kurt. Kurt clung to him as he sobbed.

Emmet didn't say anything; he ran his hand up and down Kurt's spine while he waited for Kurt to stop crying. When he did Emmet pulled him away so that Kurt would look at him. "We can get you help Kurt, you're going to be okay, Blaine too."

Emmet wiped Kurt's tears away with the pad of his thumb.

Kurt took a deep breath and nodded.

"I just feel like every good part of my life is slipping and I'm afraid I'm going to slip away too," Kurt whispered.

Emmet gripped Kurt behind the head and kissed his forehead gently before hugging him again. "Call me whenever you feel like you're slipping, I'll be a post you can hold onto."

"What if Blaine and I don't work out?"

"I'm an unmovable force, you won't be able to get rid of me," Emmet smiled into Kurt's hair and Kurt was grateful, not only for the sentiment but for Emmet's existence. Emmet was an entity that filled the air around him with happiness even in the most dreary of situations.

Emmet pulled away from Kurt and looked him in the eyes, "Everything is going to be okay."

Kurt nodded and for a moment he truly believed him.

A/N: I think this is where this needs to end. The chapter that is, not the series, I have stuffed planned for the next chapter =)

Okay I worked really hard on this chapter and I want your opinions? Good or bad, I want to hear it. It is important that I know what you guys are thinking.

I know the themes in what I have been writing is pretty dark and it's all due to the fact that I am working through some things and writing is helping. So I appreciate it if you guys have stuck around =)

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Love, Shae xo