A/N: :D

"Blaine." Kurt whispered. "I don't want you to go."

Blaine blinked up at him, concern lacing his eyes. "Kurt...?"

"I don't want to be alone."

Guilt wracked his body. Kurt was being forced into the same position that Blaine had been in. Being alone.

"Kurt...I'm sorry..."

Kurt collected himself, swallowing hard and shaking his head. "No... I'm sorry. That was selfish of me."

"It's not selfish to not want to be alone." Blaine gently stroked at his hand.

Kurt sucked in a breath. "You're leaving in two days."

"I'll come to visit every day - until school goes back."

"What are you going to do?"

Blaine sighed. "Not sure yet. They're making me go back to my parents."

Kurt's eyes widened. "Aren't they the problem?"

"Not according to the therapist."

Kurt sighed. "Are you going to be okay?"`

Blaine shrugged. "I'll find some way to make it."

Kurt sighed sadly, shuffling back. "It's almost my therapy time..."

Blaine took that as his cue to leave, and nodded. "See you after your session?"

^.^

Blaine entered his ward after his therapy session, confused to find Kurt's bed empty. He hopped on his own bed, kicking back and waiting.

Faint gagging noises made him freeze, and his eyes widened.

"Kurt!" he called, racing to the ward bathroom.

It was shut, and Blaine hammered on the door, his stomach dropping. "Kurt!"

There was a strangled cough and Blaine tried the door handle – there was no lock – bursting in to find Kurt hunched over the toilet seat.

"Oh my god...Kurt!" Blaine raced forward, grabbing Kurt and pulling him away from the toilet.

Thankfully, he had finished throwing up, and sobs wracked his body.

"I'm sorry." he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I had to."

Blaine let go of Kurt, backing up a few steps.

"I thought... I thought you were getting better." he said softly, flushing the toilet without looking and wetting a couple of paper towels, using them to wipe Kurt's face and hands, focusing on nothing but hiding the evidence, knowing how much trouble they'd get into.

Kurt was shaking, leaning into his touch as he tried to quiet his sobs.

Blaine sighed, grabbing his hands.

"Come on, the nurses will be looking for us soon."

Kurt nodded, standing slowly as Blaine binned the paper towels.

Kurt's face was red as Blaine led him back to his section of the ward, silently sitting them both down.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered.

"I thought you were better than this." He bit, and Kurt instantly recoiled.

"Blaine...I'm sorry..."

"No, shut the fuck up, Kurt We were getting better – we were getting through this and then you went and..." he gestured towards the bathroom, tears pooling in his eyes. "You're now back at day one. Fucking day one." He was shouting now, and all Kurt could do was cry, staring at his hands. "I thought..."

"Blaine, I'm sorry, I just..."

"What, you needed to? Is that it? Because the last fucking time-"

"Blaine!" Jessie barked from the curtain, her eyebrows furrowed.

Blaine froze, whipping around. Kurt was sobbing loudly, and she grabbed Blaine's arm, ripping him up from the bed and pulling him into his section of the ward as another nurse hurried in to comfort Kurt.

"What happened?" she hissed, pushing Blaine onto his bed and drawing the curtain.

Blaine was fuming. "Nothing. Just an argument."

"You were swearing at him."

"It was an argument." He growled, turning away from her.

She heaved a sigh. "Pretty bad argument?"

He nodded.

"What was it about?"

"Something stupid." Blaine muttered.

She sighed heavily. "Right. Well, you're confined to your section until dinner."

Blaine rolled onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow as Jesse left.

He could still hear Kurt's sobs as Jessie and the second nurse tried to help him.

"I'm fine, I'm fine!" he sobbed, trying to calm himself down.

"What did he say to you?" Jessie asked gently, sitting on his bed.

Kurt shook his head, looking away. "Nothing important."

"Are you going to be okay?" the other nurse said kindly.

Kurt nodded, hiccoughing slightly.

"If you need to talk, just call us, okay?" Jessie asked and Kurt nodded.

"Thanks."

They left, drawing his curtain, and Kurt burst into a fresh set of tears, silently crying into his pillow.

Blaine could hear his sobs from his section, tugging his blanket up over his ears to block out the sound.

Finally, he calmed down and started thinking logically. Yes, Kurt had just pretty much taken himself back to the beginning of his recovery, but it was probably because he was starting to stress out – because he was leaving. Kurt didn't want to be alone – almost as much as Blaine didn't want to go home, but he knew he had to, just like Kurt knew he didn't really have an option.

Blaine sighed. It was too confusing.

Dinner came and when he'd finished eating, Jessie came to speak with him.

"Care to tell me what happened?"

"It was just a stupid fight. I'm stressed because I'm leaving, and he's stressed because he's going to be alone." he took her hand gently. "Jessie, can I ask you something?"

She nodded, watching him carefully.

"Please look after him - the way you looked after me. I'll come and visit every day...but when I'm not here-"

"Of course." Jessie smiled. "Of course I will."

"I think I'm going to go apologise now."

"Good idea Blaine. I'll give you some privacy."

Blaine nodded as she left, and he took a breath, trying to gather his thoughts. He left his section, stepping hesitantly into Kurt's.

"Kurt...?"

He was upright in a ball, knees to his chest, his dinner untouched as he glared at it.

"Please Blaine. Leave me alone."

"Kurt...I'm sorry." Blaine whispered, stepping further into his section. "I was being stupid...I didn't think of what this could do to you. I know what being alone in a place like this is like..."

"Stop." Kurt bit. "You're leaving, and it doesn't matter. I'll be fine."

"No you won't." Blaine said gently. "And so I'll come back every day...and Jessie will look after you too."

Kurt stared at him sadly - he just wanted to be alone - and yet Blaine's presence was somewhat comforting. He couldn't decide what he wanted.

Blaine moved around and grabbed his dinner tray, sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, almost invading Kurt's personal bubble. He forked a piece of meat, holding it up to Kurt's mouth.

"Open."

"Not hungry." Kurt muttered.

"They'll find your plate still full...and they'll strap you down again."

"You eat it then."

Blaine let out an exasperated sigh. "Kurt...please? For me?"

Kurt hesitated, and his eyes quickly flicked to his own stomach. It only took a second, but Blaine caught it.

"Kurt...you don't need to diet. I know that you think you're fat and I know that you think you're not worthy of things, but it's not true. I mean...if you hate the way your arms look, do some weight lifting, but I don't even think you need to. You haven't got a single ounce of fat on you. You're..." Blaine blushed slightly, knowing he was rambling. "Don't take this the wrong way...but...you're really good looking. I don't understand why you don't have a girlfriend."

Kurt bit his lip slightly, a shy smile flicking across his face. "I'm gay too."

Blaine's posture straightened, his eyes brightening, his face reddening and his lips turning upwards despite his attempts to keep his face neutral. "Oh."

"I...uh...I'm out...but there's nobody at my school like me." Kurt said softly, and Blaine nodded in understanding.

There was an uneasy silence, and Blaine mentally cringed. He'd just told his best friend that he was good looking. Because he thought he was straight - but he was really cute and hot and amazing, but Blaine was under the impression that he was straight and that meant that his feelings didn't matter… but now...

He shook his head to clear it, giving Kurt a small grin, and waggled the fork in his face again.

"So...please?"

Kurt hesitated again, taking a long moment to search Blaine's eyes - finding the true genuine concern. Blaine had just said that he was good-looking! Nobody had ever complimented him like that before. Nobody had ever even shown an interest in him...and Blaine wasn't that bad looking himself.

Finally, he opened his mouth, and Blaine grinned triumphantly, shoving the fork forwards. Blaine continued to feed him - neither of them seemed to mind that it was a little weird. Blaine was happy Kurt was eating, and Kurt was happy - for the moment.

As Kurt ate more of his meal, he got sleepier, exhausted from his long afternoon, and his eyes started closing. Blaine smiled fondly, pushing him back until he laid down with a sleepy murmur. Setting Kurt's plate on his bedside table, Blaine tucked the blankets up over the other boy, creeping back to his bed.

Tomorrow was his last day, and he had to make sure Kurt wouldn't feel abandoned.

^.^

Blaine swept back the curtain to Kurt's room, where he was halfway done with pulling a shirt on.

"Blaine!" he scolded, his eyes wide and a warm blush spreading from his cheeks to halfway down his chest.

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" Blaine giggled awkwardly, looking away slightly, biting his lip.

Kurt inhaled slightly and pulled his shirt on properly, awkwardly tugging it down. "So..."

"Courtyard time!" Blaine grinned.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Really?"

Blaine nodded. "Today is going to be special."

Jessie appeared next to Blaine – his guitar and capo in her hands. Kurt's eyes lit up, scrambling off the bed. The three of them headed down the hallways to the glass-windowed room, before stepping outside into the welcoming courtyard.

Kurt grinned widely. He was so glad to be back – the hospital was so crappy and draining and dark and lifeless, while outside it was happy and light and friendly. Kurt grinned again.

"Thank you." He smiled, and Blaine beckoned him to sit on the grass.

"I made you something."

Kurt was stunned, his head tilting. "What?"

Blaine grinned. "To remember me by – even though I'm coming back all the time."

Kurt blinked. "I don't…"

Blaine started playing his guitar, drowning out anything Kurt was about to say.

Look in the mirror, what do you see?
You're eighty pounds fatter, but as skinny as can be.
Stop counting calories – stop throwing up.
We'll be together and it won't hurt so much.
Life will get easier, just wait and see.
The hard part's over now, take it from me.

He let go of his guitar, showing his wrists, which were now bandage free and showed his discoloured scars.

I look into your eyes – I can see you're unhappy.
I look into your eyes – I can feel your pain.
They say we'll be alright…
They say it's just a phase…
But you and I know it's deeper.

He cleared his throat, looking up at Kurt from under his eyelashes, a faint blush colouring his cheeks.

"It's not finished – it needs another verse…and a bridge, but it's…Kurt?"

He hadn't even realised Kurt was crying – hot tears dripped down his cheeks as Kurt stared at the ground, a quiet sob escaping his lips.

"Oh god…Kurt I'm so sorry…I just…I didn't mean to make you cry, I just thought…" Blaine abandoned his guitar, eyes wide and pleading as he grabbed Kurt's hand. "I'm sorry! Did I…"

He was cut off by the rough impact of Kurt's body slamming against his own, wrapping him in a tight – tight – hug.

"Thank you." Kurt breathed heavily, letting himself sob onto Blaine's shoulder. "Thank you so much. That…it's the nicest thing…anyone has ever done for me…and…" Kurt rested on his knees, pulling away from Blaine slightly.

"You're welcome." Blaine whispered, staring into his wet eyes.

Kurt blinked slowly, his arms still around Blaine's neck, before leaning in and gently kissing him.

Eyes wide, Blaine kissed back gently. It was only a few seconds before both boys pulled back simultaneously, blushing deep crimson and giggling slightly.

"So…" Kurt started, not looking at Blaine.

Blaine bit his lip shyly, before picking up his guitar and playing a small tune. "Care to sing with me again?"

They spent as much time as they could together before Jessie made them go back inside – mostly just singing and laughing together – neither of them bringing up the kiss that they'd shared.

Back in the ward, they were forced into their individual sections – for therapy time – but Kurt didn't care. He was happy for once, despite knowing Blaine was leaving that afternoon.

Blaine had promised to come and say good bye before he left, so Kurt wasn't panicking - wasn't watching the clock or anything. He just...existed for once in his life, relaxing and staring dreamily up at the ceiling.

A/N: Song? It's real. Once this whole series is up, I'll post the SoundCloud link for it - Claire and I wrote it and figured it out on guitar, because I thought it'd be special :)