AN: So, apparently all I needed to do was ask for reviews! You know what they say, ask and you shall recieve! And boy did I ever! Thank you all so much for your reviews! Each one made me squeal. Literally. I may have gotten strange looks from passerbys. So, I know its later than I said it would be, but here it is. The final installment. I know, it's been short, but as I said before, it was going to be a oneshot but it mutated. BY THE WAY! I didn't give a shout out to the fact that THEY FINALLY KISSED! *does happy dance* I screamed. And fell off of my couch. And then screamed again. Blaine was so romantic! So perfect! I want one...
Without further rambling, here is the final chapter! Enjoy!
The instant Blaine had hung up the phone, he rushed out of the commons room where he had been hanging out with Wes and David. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, it rang through his mind like a mantra, everything else ceased to matter in the sound of Kurt's crying. He shuddered as the sound of the crashing echoed through his mind. What could have happened to make Kurt snap like that? He shook his head, bounding up the stairs two at a time to get to his dorm room quicker.
He burst through his door, startling his roommate who had been sitting on his bed with earphones in. Blaine ignored him as he tugged off his uniform blazer and yanked on a comfortable black hooded sweater. After snatching up his car keys, Blaine was out the door again, practically flying down the stairs in an attempt to be hurried. The instant he was in the car, Blaine had his foot like a leaden weight on the gas pedal, peeling out of the student parking lot.
Despite knowing that he was technically breaking several Ohio State laws, Blaine sped down the highway, dangerously passing other cars, practically oblivious to the honking horns that surrounded him. For the first time in ages, no music blasted over the speakers of his car, as he was certain that he wouldn't have been able to hear it over the roaring in his ears. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. It was like he had tunnel vision, every little piece of his mind was focused on the small countertenor who had stolen his heart without realizing it.
The drive from Westerville to Lima seemed to drag out forever, despite actually being half an hour shorter than usual due to Blaine's desperation to get there. When he finally pulled up to Kurt's house, however, he suddenly had no idea what to do. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Determination sunk in. This was Kurt. His Kurt, and he needed his help.
The car door slammed behind him as Blaine climbed out of it. His feet were hardly still on the ground for a moment before he was racing towards the Hudson-Hummel household. His breath came out in short puffs, nerves making him almost jittery. His fist pounded powerfully against the door, and for once, Blaine Anderson was not worried that he might be acting ungentlemanly. All he could worry about was Kurt.
The front door swung open, and instinctively Blaine craned his neck to look into Kurt's stepbrother's face. Finn had never appeared so frazzled to the young Warbler. His face was ashen, his hair sticking up in every direction from running his hands agitatedly through it. His brown eyes were terrified, and he looked no more naive to the danger than Blaine himself.
"Blaine," Finn breathed with relief, and then stepped aside to let the panicking older teen through. Blaine hurried in, his eyes darting around for any sign of Kurt. There was none.
"He's still in-" he was cut off by Blaine's fierce glare, who then listened intently. He could only hear only his own ragged breathing. Aside from himself and Finn, the house appeared to be dead. Nothing had ever terrified Blaine more.
"Where is his room?" he demanded furiously, eyes wild with fear. Finn seemed to catch the urgency and all but ran down the stairs to where a pristine white door was closed. Or, perhaps it was what could have been a pristine white door had there not been dents in it from where Finn had clearly tried to break the door down. There was no sound beyond the door, a jolting difference from the screaming and crying which Blaine had heard through the phone earlier. Breathing heavily, he steadied himself before knocking softly. "Kurt? Kurt, you in there?" no sound meet his gentle words. He rattled the door handle, only to find that it was locked. "Kurt? It's Blaine!" The strain was seeping into his voice as still no response was heard. He rattled the door handle harder. "Kurt! Answer me, come on!" still nothing. Futilely, Blaine began to throw his bodyweight against the door.
"What are you doing?" Finn demanded, grabbing Blaine's arm to stop him. "I think he might be finally asleep!" Blaine shook himself free of Finn's iron grip, gelled hair rumpled.
"Kurt talks in his sleep," he replied stonily, "and even if he was asleep, he's a light sleeper. That would have woken him up." Blaine rand a hand through his hair, making it even messier. "Something's seriously wrong." He knocked again, softer than before, and then rested his forehead against the wood. "Kurt, please. It's Blaine, you gotta talk to me. Let me in." He strained his ears for any kind of response.
A small whimper, almost inaudible, was enough to send Blaine into a panic. He looked down at the door handle and saw a small lock. Frantically, he dug in his pockets, praying for a miracle. He got one. Out emerged a small, seemingly harmless bobby pin. Ignoring Finn's confused look, he began to pick the lock with fierce determination. His hands shook as he worked the lock, a skill he hadn't tested in years. There was no movement on the other side of the door, something which worried him immensely. Finally, a low click signalled that he managed to unlock it. Slowly, he turned the knob and the door swung open. The fear of what he might find on the other side disappeared instantly disappeared the instant his eyes landed on Kurt.
He was curled up on the floor, surrounded by debris of furniture, papers and decor. His slender arms were wrapped around his knees, which he had pulled up to his chest. Kurt's usually immaculate hair was ruffled, his clothing simple as an old t-shirt and a pair of the loosest jeans Blaine had ever seen him wear. It hardly registered that the t-shirt was a Dalton Academy regulation t-shirt which Blaine had lent to him one night for an all-nighter, because the next thing Blaine noticed was his eyes.
Those perfect eyes, the perfect combination of green and blue, a color that had been dubbed by the gods as glasz, that had captivated Blaine for so long stared out of a puffy red face. What seemed to be a black eye partially hid one of the crystalline orbs from his sight. They were so full of anguish and fear that it made Blaine want to cry. Then he saw the small, gleaming razor blade sitting half a foot away from the reclusive teen. Blaine tensed and Kurt trembled. That one little razorblade suddenly had all of Blaine's attention. His breathing grew shallower, his brain began to feel disconnected from his body. That little razorblade could have harmed Kurt. Could have killed Kurt. The sudden wave of agony at the thought of such a thing was overwhelming. Cautiously, Blaine stepped into the room.
"Kurt?" his voice was soft and soothing. "Kurt, are you okay?" Kurt's eyes were wide and innocent as he stared back at Blaine. It was almost as though he didn't recognize his friend and mentor. Slowly and meekly, Kurt shook his head. Blaine crept closer and carefully knelt to the ground, trying not to frighten or upset the boy before him. He reached for the blade and moved it as far away as he could, feeling sick as he discreetly checked it for signs of blood. Thankfully there was none. As he drew closer to Kurt, he saw the discoloured splotches of bruises and the still glistening streaks of tears on his porcelain cheeks. Blaine had to restrain himself from tugging Kurt forcefully towards him into a hug, instead carefully reaching a hand out. "C-can I touch you?" Kurt hesitated, more tears filling his bloodshot eyes, but then nodded. Relief coursed through Blaine, and he scooted closer, enveloping the smaller boy's frame in a comforting hug. Kurt shuddered and curled into Blaine, sobs wracking his slender figure. Blaine's eyes closed as he tried to keep tears at bay. Kurt was safe. Kurt was here, with him. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Finn turning away from the doorway, a slight smile on his face. Blaine sighed and pulled Kurt closer, resting his chin on the boy's head.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt's voice was hoarse and weak, Blaine might not have heard it had he not been so close. "T-thank you. F-for everything," in response he received a squeeze, and what Kurt could have sworn were a pair of lips on his crown.
"Courage," Blaine whispered back, and slowly Kurt turned to face him. Those watery eyes stared up at Blaine, wonder filling them.
"Courage," Kurt repeated, and then looked down, almost embarrassed. Blaine, fearing that Kurt was hiding something from him, gently cupped the younger boy's chin and lifted it so that their eyes were locked. Hesitantly, Kurt reached up and brushed away one of the tears on Blaine's face. Blaine smiled gently.
"I was worried about you," he breathed, unsure what exactly it was, but there was something that he wanted to say. "A-are you okay?" Kurt released a shaky breath.
"I-I-" he couldn't seem to say whatever it was that he wanted to, so Blaine tugged him back against his chest, comforting him with soft, unintelligible crooning sounds.
"You're going to be okay," he soothed, resting his forehead against Kurt's crown.
"Am I?" came the barely audible response. It was so quiet that Blaine wasn't even certain that he had heard it. The absolutely broken tone of Kurt's voice made Blaine grip him tighter. Images flashed through his mind faster than he could blink. Kurt lying on the ground, wrists slit with blood pooling around him; Kurt curled up in a dark corner, sobbing; Kurt lying broken in an alley, his face barely recognizable through the bruises.
"I'm going to make sure you are." Blaine replied resolutely. "Because-" he cut himself off shakily and took a deep breath. It was now or never, he would never get the courage back up again. Never get the courage to say those three words that he was certain could change his life. "because I love you."
Kurt froze, as though he was now a statue in Blaine's arms. Blaine, however, was verging on a breakdown himself.
"W-what?" he finally choked out, not daring to turn around and face Blaine. Kurt was certain he'd heard him incorrectly. Blaine breathed deeply. It was all or nothing now, he supposed, and braced himself for the headfirst dive he was about to undergo.
"I love you." He stated again. "I don't know when it happened, somewhere between becoming your mentor and your friend, I fell for you. Maybe it was when I first saw you on the staircase, maybe it was when you sang 'Baby It's Cold Outside' with me, I don't know. All I know, is that I am completely in love with you Kurt Hummel." His heart was beating a million miles a minute as he waited fearfully for Kurt's response to his confession. Would he shove him away? Would he laugh? Would he cry? Was it too soon? What if whoever had hurt him had hurt him too deeply? Blaine's eyes snapped shut as he waited now for what he was certain would be a rejection.
The feeling of soft, slightly wet lips against his was the last thing that Blaine had expected. His eyes snapped open just as Kurt was pulling away, his face darkening even further with a blush.
"I-I love you too," Kurt mumbled, biting his lip. Blaine simply stared at him in shock, trying to get his body to move after the electricity of Kurt's lips. It was as though his entire world had shifted in that moment, shifted in a way that he knew would never change.
Kurt was covered in bruises, his one eye was nearly swollen shut, his cheeks were stained with drying tears and his nose was red from sniffling, but he had never appeared so beautiful as the moment when Blaine moved towards him, capturing his lips. Gently, Blaine reached up and cradled the back of Kurt's head, keeping him close as their lips melded together in sweet harmony.
"I love you," they breathed in unison as they pulled away, and Blaine smiled down at Kurt, his entire face lighting up in a way that Kurt had never seen.
"I'll always protect you," Blaine murmured, gently brushing the hair away from Kurt's swollen eye. Kurt smiled hesitantly.
"And I'll always protect you," he replied, taking Blaine's hand. "Someday, you'll be the damsel in distress, and I'll be your knight in shining armour." Blaine watched with slight awe as Kurt drew his hand up to his lips and kissed it softly. Scooting backwards so that he was leaning against Kurt's bed, Blaine held Kurt against his chest again, relishing in the warm breathing of the boy he loved. He felt Kurt sigh and snuggle into his chest, and he knew that no matter who tried to stop them, tried to tell them that they weren't right, they would have each other.
AN: So there it is! What did you think? Reviews make me squeal, so you should all review ;) I have a few other Klaine stories up my sleeve, some as angsty, some not so much. I'll be posting them soon enough, but that's it for this one. Please review!
PS: This story has made me feel fuzzy inside, because you've all been so loving :D So thank you to everyone who read and reviewed and added to their Favorites/Story Alerts! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
EDIT: Okay, there was a spelling mistake that was irking me to no end, so my inner spellcheck monster has surfaced. "dubbed by the gods as lass" is incorrect. That was supposed to say "dubbed by the gods as glasz." Seriously. Lass doesn't make ANY sense.