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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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"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.

Blaine leaned forward and rubbed Kurt's back but the blood caught his attention. "That's it," he said softly. "I'm going to call an ambulance." He moved to get out to get his NV from his pants.

Kurt was coughing up blood. They needed to get to a real doctor.

The sounds of the sirens came to him though. He he froze. With the Darkness coming, it might be too dangerous to travel outside.

It took a moment to recover, but Kurt pushed himself upright, shaking his head.

"No hospitals," he said as firmly as he could. "Bed. Please."

Blaine considered his options for a moment. "Okay," he said. "Tomorrow morning though. We'll go to bed." He went to get a towel to dry them both off, but he didn't worry about getting either of them re-dressed.

The fever seemed to have gone down slightly, but the coughs wouldn't let up. Kurt allowed Blaine to pull him out of the bathtub and towel him off, but didn't seem very interested in taking care of himself.

He just kept thinking about Finn and Rachel. Of all the friends he'd lost. Of those people at the nightclub. Of all the things he carried in his chest, which seemed to be crawling to get out.

Blaine, on the other hand, could only think of Kurt and how he was going to take care of him.

He guided Kurt to the bed they once shared and pulled a sheet around them both once they were settled in. "We'll be okay," he promised. "We'll go to the doctor tomorrow and we'll be okay."

Kurt shook his head, clutching the sheets. "You go," he mumbled. "Daedalus and Dr. Tenma said the hospitals are full-- I can't take a spot from someone else."

Blaine sighed after a moment and pulled Kurt close to him. "You matter more to me. And you're in worse shape than I am. Please don't argue okay? I need you to get better."

Unable to muster the energy to fight back, Kurt simply nodded, wriggling closer to Blaine. The coughing fit seemed to have ended, but he was still burning up, and the blood tasted horrible in his mouth. Despite his fever he still felt horribly cold, and was reminded strongly of how he felt after he used his powers.

He tried to focus his mind elsewhere. Blaine's smell was all around him, his warmth, and he smiled. "I never thought you'd lie here with me again," he whispered.

"That was never the case," Blaine admitted softly. "I was always going to end up back here. With you." His hand moved over Kurt's chest with a soft frown. He could tell how much Kurt was burning up. He wasn't sure what to do to make it better.

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