Baby, I've reached my...

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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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"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.

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

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"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."

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"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."

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

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

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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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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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.

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"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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Kurt coughed again, shivering violently. He tasted the blood in his mouth again, and bit his lip.

"I'm scared, Blaine," he admitted in a whisper.

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"I am too," Blaine admitted quietly.

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"I feel like shit," said Kurt with a small, quickly stifled laugh. "But I'm happy. I'm really happy you're home."

He closed his eyes, taking in deep, wheezing breaths. A smile lingered on his lips.

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Blaine was quiet because he wasn't sure what to say to that. Instead he keeps close to Kurt. The breaths are wheezing and worrying, but it's better than Kurt not breathing at all.

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After a while Kurt fell into an uneasy sleep, but was jolted awake by coughing minutes later. It kept happening throughout the night, and after a while he just gave up, sitting on the side of the bed and shivering.

What's happening to us? he kept thinking, his fevered mind dredging up all manner of horrible possibilities. He couldn't help thinking about how horribly ironic it was that it had only taken a horrible illness to bring Blaine home again.

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Blaine spent the night awake. He focused on helping Kurt and dealing with his own coughing fits. Some time a couple hours after they crawled into bed he finally gave into the nausea that kept threatening to overtake him all day. Between crawling to the bathroom and coming back to bed, he ended up just staying awake and holding onto Kurt for as long as he could.

He kept telling himself that they could be able to go to a hospital in the morning.

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Kurt glanced over at the clock. 2:00. It was only 2:00. They still had hours before the morning sirens, and Kurt chewed on his lip anxiously. He reached down to run Blaine's arms where they were wrapped around his waist.

Blaine hadn't slept at all, had he?

"Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I'm feeling a bit better. I'm going to make you something to eat and drink, okay?" He felt bad about lying, but he needed to get out of bed. There was no way he could go back to sleep, not now.

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"No point. I probably couldn't keep it down," Blaine groaned. He blinked groggily as he looked over at Kurt. "You need to relax too," he said softly. "I don't want you passed out on the kitchen floor again."

He touched Kurt's forward and ran his hand through Kurt's hair. "Please."

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"Okay," said Kurt. "But I still want to go out into the living room at least. I can't...be in this room anymore, it's too stuffy."

The sheets around them were damp with sweat, and it wasn't even the aftermath of anything fun. It made Kurt grimace.