A/N: Little bit of a backstory on this one - it was originally supposed to be from my fic 'Road Trip!', but I've since scrapped this part of that storyline...but I still have this. It's an important moment for these two So Blaine and Kurt have taken a road trip down to Australia, and Blaine's been acting a little mental.

Rating: T - dark themes

Blaine sat on the bathtub side rail, his head in his hands. Two small containers lay open on their sides on the floor, their contents spilling out. Kurt sat on his knees, his head resting over Blaine's knees, clutching the sides of his legs tightly. Both were crying, none able to hold back the sobs that tore through their bodies.

"I…I'm sorry," Blaine gasped, but all Kurt could do was shake his head.

Blaine broke down again, crying loudly into his hands.

"How…how could you?" Kurt asked. "This isn't right!"

"I know!" Blaine shouted, and the sound seemed to amplify in the tiny bathroom, so much so that Kurt jumped, moving away from Blaine slightly. "I know…" he was calmer, staring at Kurt with wide, pleading eyes as the taller boy curled into a small ball, lying against the wall opposite of him. "I…I've been like this for a while,"

"How come I never knew?" Kurt had his head on his own knees now, and was almost rocking back and forth.

"You…you never had to see me…on my own." Blaine whispered. "You never asked,"

Kurt shook his head, and burst into tears again. "My father would kill you. Finn would kill you,"

"Wes would kill me," he sighed into his hands, wiping the tears away. "I should go,"

Kurt looked up in alarm. "What?"

"I can't stay around," he muttered, standing.

"Blaine…"

"I'll leave you some money, you can catch a plane back home. I just…I can't be around you anymore,"

Kurt shook his head, grabbing onto Blaine's leg as he passed. "I don't want you to go,"

It was almost childish, the way Kurt clung on, but Blaine could only see him as adorable. He tried to fight it.

"Kurt," Blaine said very lowly. "Don't."

Kurt's eyes welled with tears again. "I don't want to go back without you. I don't want to leave you!"

"You saw what I become. You saw what I almost did to you," Blaine hissed.

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Blaine's mind went into overdrive.

"Get out Kurt," he warned, slamming both hands on the counter.

Kurt had jumped, staring at Blaine with fire in his eyes.

"Don't you dare freaking tell me what to do," he cried, storming away.

Blaine lunged forward, catching his arm with an iron grip. Kurt cried out. It hurt like crazy.

"Let go of me!" he hissed, glaring at Blaine. He wrenched Blaine's fingers away, only to have Blaine grab him forcefully by the shoulders.

"You're such a fool Kurt! You can't drag me across the other side of the world, then expect to go back just because Australia is hot, or because you don't like it. Man the fuck up and deal with it. We're on this road trip together because you wanted to be here so bad. You were the one who wanted to get away from the shit that was happening in Lima," Blaine, raised his fist.

He stopped himself at the last minute, his left eye giving a small twitch before he released Kurt, storming into the bathroom.

"Don't you dare think you can just walk away from that Blaine," Kurt followed him – meeting a closed door. He forced it open, but stopped dead when he entered.

The pill containers lay open on their sides, their contents spilling out onto Blaine's shoes.

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"But you didn't," Kurt said softly. "You were going to. I could see it – hell, I almost felt it hit me…but you changed. I saw the Blaine I knew…he recognised me. You didn't hit me,"

Blaine gave a frustrated howl and wrenched himself away from Kurt, stumbling into the living room.

"I don't want to be like that around you," Blaine muttered as Kurt quickly followed him. "It'd be better if we…if I stepped out of your life,"

Kurt's stomach dropped, his mouth quickly following suit as his eyes went wide. "Please…no,"

"You don't know, Kurt," Blaine hissed. "You don't know how bad it gets,"

"I could help,"

"Nobody can help. Not even the pills do anything anymore,"

Tears rolled down Kurt's cheeks – he didn't try to hide them.

"You're so good though – during the day. When you were with me, you were perfect...Why did it change while you were here?"

Blaine closed his eyes, taking in a long, shuddering sigh. "Gets worse at night… and more when I'm under stress. Pills don't take nicely to stress…" he sighed again. "That's why I disappear during exam week…"

Kurt sobbed once, his hand covering his mouth hastily. "I can't believe you didn't tell me…"

Blaine shook his head angrily. "And I'm a retard for it," he cried. "Now go Kurt, or I'll go first. I don't want you around,"

Kurt could see there was no use trying to convince him otherwise. Blaine was stubborn – even more so when he was cranky. All Kurt could do was pray he didn't do anything to himself. He couldn't help him - not right now – and having a depressed and slightly crazy Blaine wandering the streets wasn't something Kurt wanted to be responsible for.

"I…I'll be back tonight," maybe all he needed was space.

Blaine slumped on the couch, not bothering to reply. He stared at his hands, lost in thought.

Wes. Blaine's gone into…a mood. I know everything…what can I do?

Kurt leant against the brick of the apartment, waiting only just outside the door.

Wes (18:23) Shit. Has he taken his pills?

Not sure. They had fallen onto the floor when I walked in.

Kurt sighed. His heart was racing and he felt dizzy.

Wes (18:25) For fucks sake, that boy…Keep an eye on him – don't let him at his pills at all. Try and convince him he's sane…if you need help, get him to call me.

Kurt was grateful for the advice, even if there wasn't much of it. He entered the apartment again, only to find Blaine still sitting on the cough. Swallowing hard, Kurt sat on the couch next to him – his stomach doing weird flops. When Blaine didn't say anything, Kurt shuffled closer and closer, until finally Kurt lay down under Blaine's arm – moving him accordingly.

Kurt's heard wouldn't stop thumping. He was scared of Blaine.

"We'll get through this," Kurt said very softly, and Blaine's breathing hitched slightly.

"We'll get through this whole ordeal, and we'll come out on the other side smiling."

"Why?" Blaine choked out weakly. "I obviously don't deserve it,"

"Because I love you,"

A/N: Sounds a bit dodgey because you don't know the full story. In the original idea, Blaine was a manic depressant, or something like that, and just one day got so out of control - that flashback would've been the chapter before. Like I said, the idea was scrapped, so this was only the rough draft of the chapter. :D I liked it though.

I'm a little insecure. obviously, I always am. I know that you love these chapters - I swell with pride at the reviews, but do you like my style of writing? I know I'm not the most descriptive peice of work, but I just wondered if you were here for just the Klaine moments, or if you actually liked the way I write. I don't care if you don't like the way I write, so feel free to tell me so - the fact that you're here for my Klaine moments makes me happy XD