I thought this would end up being the last chapter but it's not! Which is great because I wanted to make it to 30 chapters. Sorry it takes me so long to update nowadays. Other things have been on my mind, but this fanfiction means so much to me so I try to push myself to get it done.

Thanks so much for being part of this journey! More to come soon (I hope)

Enjoy!

Chapter 29

Kurt woke up with his arm around Blaine. It was six in the afternoon. The second he saw Blaine's face, memories of earlier came flooding back to him. He had never felt closer to Blaine. Every problem that he was having in his life seemed to disappear in a sea of blissful love.

Except, the problems weren't gone. The feelings of sadness in his stomach had not left his body, they were just masked by temporary joy. Once Kurt focused back into the real world instead of focusing on Blaine, the sadness would return. But, for now, as Kurt watched his beautiful boyfriend sleep, he felt nothing but delight.

His phone had unread text messages, and suddenly he remembered what happened before falling asleep with Blaine. Texts were coming in from Tina, saying she was sorry for bringing it up. He didn't care for her apologies, though. He was mad at her for trying to talk to him about it. And he was mad at himself for letting it be so obvious what he was doing. He began to get stressed out as he thought about it more. His heart started racing and he tensed up around Blaine, causing him to wake up.

Blaine felt Kurt's arms get tighter around him. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked immediately, but still sounding sleepy.

Kurt let go, not realizing Blaine had awaken until right then. He didn't want Blaine to worry, though. Blaine was always worried about him. After seconds of not answering, Blaine turned to face Kurt, leaning on his elbow for support. "What are we going to do?" Blaine asked.

"About what?"

"About you, my love. I know you're angry at Tina and Mercedes for coming over here and talking to you like that, but you have to realize that they're just worried about you," Blaine explained tenderly.

Kurt sat up in frustration. "Everyone's worried about me, Blaine! I'm tired of it," he snapped.

Blaine remained calm. This was a quality of his that Kurt was extremely jealous of. "If you're tired of it, then don't give anyone a reason to worry anymore," Blaine offered.

"It's not that simple. They're worried about things that I cannot control about myself. Like you, for example. You said this morning that you're worried about the sad look in my eyes. Well, there's nothing I can do to fix that, Blaine," Kurt argued.

"It's not because you look sad. It's because you are sad. And I can see it far too well."

Kurt didn't have an answer. He just stared at the comforter, waiting for Blaine to make the next move. He had no idea where this conversation was headed.

Blaine sighed. "I'm not trying to make you angry. I just think that this is a situation that you and I have been stepping around for too long. I was always scared of crossing the line when it came to talking about this with you. But right now, I'm more concerned than scared. Because every day that you don't get help is a day that you get worse and worse. You're sinking into this abyss of depression, and I want to pull you out, but I don't know how. I think we need to talk to someone about it."

Kurt was about to object, but he knew he'd get nowhere if they continued fighting about it. He took a breath and tried to stay calm the way that Blaine does. "I don't want to talk to anyone," he said quietly.

"I know you don't. But wouldn't it be worth it if you could feel a little bit better?"

"How would I feel better? What can anyone do to help?" Kurt asked.

"If we go to a guidance counselor, they can help us learn more about what's going on. I don't want to be the one to tell you this, but I really do think that something's wrong. They can tell us what to do," Blaine encouraged.

"But they'll have to tell my dad, and I don't want that," Kurt said.

"Maybe you should tell him before they do," Blaine advised.

Kurt felt stuck. He didn't know what to do at all. He also felt lucky. If Blaine wasn't in his life, he wouldn't have made it this far. Blaine didn't cure him from his illness, but he made it easier to deal with. Kurt reached toward Blaine's hand. Blaine took it and squeezed it.

"Are you still going to love me, even if I'm depressed or bipolar or anything else?" Kurt asked Blaine.

Blaine laughed a little. "Of course I am still going to love you. I'd love you even if you were a psychopath."

Kurt laughed, too. "Would you love me if I killed someone?" he tested.

Blaine nodded. "I'd even help you hide the body," he replied. Kurt smiled.

"You really do love me."

"The question is, how much do you love me? Would you hide the dead body for me?" Blaine joked.

"Not if I'm going to get blood on my pants," Kurt answered quickly. They both laughed.

Blaine rubbed Kurt's thumb with his own. "Do you want me to tell your dad?" he offered.

"No, I'll do it. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight we can just focus on relaxing. I'm still not sure if my dad will even be home."

"Disney movie marathon tonight? I doubt we'll even get much sleep since we just took a three hour nap," Blaine suggested.

"That sounds perfect. Let's order pizza for dinner," Kurt said.

"Yes, absolutely. Maybe we can ask the pizza delivery guy to stop at the store and pick us up some ice cream as well," Blaine joked.

Kurt laughed. "I wish. I think we have cookie dough if you want to explore our baking skills."

"That sounds great. You order the pizza and I'll set up Aladdin on the DVD player," Blaine planned. He hopped off the bed and raced down to the living room.

"Get blankets too!" Kurt called after him. He ordered the pizza with extra cheese and then followed Blaine into the living room.

They sat cuddled on the couch together under piles of blankets, waiting for the doorbell to ring. Blaine took out his phone and snapped a picture before Kurt could protest.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"Instagram. I think the social media world is ready to devour our cuteness," Blaine explained.

"Wait, if that's going up, take a better picture," he argued. Blaine erased the first one and took another where he was kissing Kurt's cheek and Kurt was smiling toward the camera.

"I'll make the caption, Disney movie night with the boyfriend," Blaine said.

"That's so cute," Kurt commented.

Blaine posted it without hesitation. Kurt realized that he had come so far. This was the boy that used to hide their relationship from the whole world, and now he's posting pictures showing off his boyfriend.

After only minutes of being posted, it gained plenty of likes. Comments from their glee friends said things like "so cute," and "lucky you!" Even some of the football guys liked the picture.

Blaine put his phone down on the coffee table so he could focus on his night with Kurt.

Their pizza eventually arrived and they ate nearly the whole pie together, leaving behind two and a half pieces and bits of crust. They cuddled on the couch until the late hours of the night. Blaine fell asleep on Kurt's shoulder at one in the morning and Kurt fell sideways and ended up sleeping by 1:10.

They remained wrapped up in each other all night.