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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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.