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Baby, I've reached my...

Who: Klaine
When: May 17th.
Where: Kurt's apartment.
Summary: After getting a disturbing text from Kurt, Blaine drags himself to Kurt's door.
Warning: It's them, I'll add warnings as we need them.

Micheal was dead. Cass was gone. And now Kurt was telling him that Rachel and Finn had disappeared too.

Blaine wasn't able to let himself register it though. He was sick, miserable, the word 'plague' had been tossed around the network. Standing hurt, so walking was worse. He kept to himself on the train, body tense and tight as he willed it to move faster. He needed to get to Kurt. All of his focus and energy was focused on that.

Finally he was at Kurt's apartment. He knocked on the door and leaned his head against the door jam for a moment, just trying to breathe as Kurt answered.

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Kurt was on the ground in the kitchen.

He'd been feeling ill, but of course pushed himself through the day anyway, working as hard as he always did. With Rachel gone, he had to do all the chores himself. They wouldn't just do themselves, after all. So he cleaned and cleaned until everything sparkled, but didn't stop then. He kept going like someone possessed, until he was so exhausted that simply reaching up to grab a bottle of kitchen cleaner sent him falling down to the ground in a swoon.

Though he was trembling and sweating, he managed to reach for his NV from where it had fallen from his pocket and clattered to the floor a few inches away. He dragged it toward himself and sloppily texted Blaine before lying his head on his arm and dozing off.

A knock on his door woke him, and he tried to push himself to his feet. That didn't work, so he texted a quick 'come in' before slumping miserably back onto the floor.

Edited 2012-05-18 05:18 (UTC)

It took Blaine a moment to realize that his NV was buzzing with a new message. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at it for a moment before the words settled in. Frowning, he opened the door and went inside.

He locked it right away. He didn't like the idea of Kurt alone in an unlocked apartment. So many horrible things happened here, that was just begging for more. He didn't like the idea of Kurt being alone at all, but adding the vulnerability made it worse.

"Kurt?" he asked, his voice obliviously affected by his illness. He saw Kurt after he said it. His own pain was ignored for a moment as he moved to the kitchen and got on the floor by Kurt. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"Don't feel good," Kurt mumbled. "Need help. Rachel and Finn are..."

He was cut off by a dry cough that reminded him a lot of how his mother sounded right around the time of her death. It had been the worst sound ever. Even though he'd been a child then, he still remembered exactly how it had sounded.

"You're sick too," he said miserably after the fact, the statement hanging lamely in the air.

"A lot of people are," Blaine admitted. He ran a hand over Kurt's hair, touching his forehead to test how warm he was. "I think you need bed, not the kitchen floor." He moved to try and help Kurt up. He didn't want to leave Kurt on the floor.

He had to focus on breathing as he moved, but it was easier to push himself when he was trying to support Kurt too.

"I'm sorry," Kurt muttered, holding on to Blaine. His fever was so high he could hardly think straight, and everything seemed blurry. When he finally got to hs feet he stumbled against Blaine, shivering.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "I'm fine, I'm really fine."

"No," Blaine insisted. He guided Kurt to the bathroom rather than his bedroom though. "I'm going to make a bath for you, okay?" He said. He felt like he might pass out, but he wanted to get Kurt into some cool water before they went to bed.

Kurt just nodded, not letting go of Blaine. Frankly, he was terrified; he couldn't remember ever feeling so sick before. There was one time when he was very young, shortly after his mother died-- He'd been hit by a high fever late at night, and his father had taken him to the ER. They'd been there for hours, and Kurt just remembered crying for his mommy over and over. I don't want you, he'd said to the doctors and nurses, to his father. I want mommy, I want mommy. Over and over.

His father must have felt so bad.

Why am I thinking about that now? he wondered, and realized vaguely that he was in the bathroom now. He recognized the tiles. Was he at home? Where was everyone?

"Where's Dad?" he croaked suddenly as the world swayed again. "I have to tell him sorry..."

"He's not here Kurt," Blaine said. He felt his heart breaking a little at the words. He set Kurt carefully down on the toilet and then started the bath. The water was cool but not freezing. "Come on, I need to get you out of your clothes."

There was nothing sexual as he undressed Kurt. This was about taking care of his boyfriend.

"I'm so cold," was Kurt's reply, and he shivered violently as Blaine undressed him. "Blaine..."

The sound of the water running echoed throughout the bathroom, hollow in Kurt's ears. Once naked Kurt wrapped his arms around himself, shaking his head. "Blaine. I'm so cold."

"How can you be cold when you're burning up?" Blaine asked, though he remembered distantly being sick and feeling that same way. In the end, his mother had rushed him to the hospital.

Blaine shifted a bit and had to swallow the wave of nausea that over took him from moving around so much. He needed to get Kurt in the tub, he told himself, then he could worry about being sick.

He guided Kurt to the bath and lowered him into it. "Come on," he said. "It will be okay."

Kurt whimpered as he was placed in the cold water--it wasn't freezing, but it felt that way, and he didn't let go of Blaine's arms after he was seated in the bathtub.

"Come in with me," he urged. "You're sick too..."

The fever was making him delirious, sure, but he still could register how hot Blaine's skin felt to his touch.

Blaine just breathed for a moment before nodding. "Okay," he said. He removed his own clothes, unceremoniously tossing them aside. They were wet from his sweat. He had to admit that it felt good to be out of them. After a moment he moved to get into the water behind Kurt.

"Come on, lie back and relax," he said, encouraging Kurt to rest against him.

Slowly Kurt did so, his lashes fluttering closed as he breathed in slowly and deeply. Blaine's presence was calming him down, keeping him from panicking and making the fever worse, and he was so grateful for it.

He felt scared, though, because Blaine was going to go home after this. This wasn't his home anymore. The thought made his chest tighten, made him press closer to Blaine.

"Don't leave," he croaked. "Stay with me, please. I need you."

"Yes," Blaine promises. "I'll stay. I need to make sure you're okay." He cupped water in his hands and poured it over Kurt's shoulders and chest. He let his hand trail over Kurt's skin after the water fell. "I need you too."

"I love you," said Kurt, idly touching the hairs on Blaine's chest as he lay against him. "I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. You're sick. That's not your fault." Blaine kept putting the water over Kurt's beautiful body.

Kurt shook his head. "No," he whispered. "I'm sorry I kept being mean to you. Trying to get you to c-come home. Y-you need..." He coughed violently, muffling the sound in his hand.

"You need...t-to be free."

Blaine rubbed Kurt as he tried to help him through the coughing fit. "It's okay," he muttered gently. "Now shhh, let's just stay like this."

"I'm sorry," Kurt kept saying, though, his hoarse voice echoing oddly through the bathroom. "I sh-shouldn't have pressured you. Or bought that stupid ring. Franz was right... He was right."

A tear rolled down his cheek and he felt so weak that he didn't bother to reach up to brush it away.

"It's okay," Blaine reassured. "It's okay. I never blamed you." He rubbed Kurt's chest and arms. "I love you."

"I love you," said Kurt, and listened to Blaine's heartbeat for a while. The bathroom was so quiet. The whole apartment was quiet. Rachel wasn't singing anywhere.

All of a sudden Kurt stiffened in Blaine's arms. "Rachel's room," he said in a small voice. "I forgot to clean Rachel's room."

"Stop," Blaine said softly. "Just stop right now, okay? She'll clean it when she gets back, but you're going to make yourself even more sick stressing about it right now. You need to focus on getting better. That's what she would want for you too."

"She's gone," said Kurt, pressing closer. "And Finn, too. They're both gone, Blaine."

"They've been gone before. So have we. We always come back."

Kurt shook his head, because he didn't believe that at all, not this time. Roxie never came back, after all. Kanji was gone for good, he felt it in his heart. Jack and Alice, Sirius, Santana, and now Finn and Rachel-- He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take holding on to the vague hope that they might show up again.

It was his fault, wasn't it? He hadn't looked out for Rachel, and she'd been killed in the Darkness-- Who's to say that hadn't happened again? He didn't check up on Finn enough. I will tomorrow, he'd always thought, over and over again. Santana too. It seemed like the people Kurt loved were being picked off one by one, and it was impossible for him to pull himself out of his own head enough to accept that it had to be some sort of coincidence.

He tried to take care of people, but he couldn't. All he did was hurt them. He'd been so awful to Blaine that he'd started doing drugs-- And god, those people at the club. He'd never forget how badly he'd wanted to punish them, when in fact he had no right, he had no right to punish anyone...

Tensing again in Blaine's arms, he began to cough. They started out short and dry, then got more violent, and before he knew it he was jerking himself out of Blaine's arms and spitting blood out of the side of the bathtub.

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