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LITTLE THINGS → KLAINE

TAGGING: Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel

DATE: Friday 30th June, Evening

LOCATION: Kurt and Blaine’s apartment Apartment, NYC

NOTES: Kurt comes home and finds Blaine crying in the shower. He's been locked in the apartment for weeks now, going through his withdrawal from heroin. To make things easier, Kurt tries to get him out of the apartment by going onto the roof of their apartment building, hoping that the fresh air will help Blaine, even if it's just a little.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Mentions of drug abuse

BLAINE ANDERSON

It didn't matter what anyone said. He didn't care. Withdrawal was so much more painful the second time around. Blaine's very bones ached, his stomach twisted and his joints were stiff. He could barely keep food down and it was awful, really. Not that he hadn't experienced this last time. God, it had been awful, especially being in the rehab clinic, away from everyone he loved and cared about. But this? No, this was much worse and that was for one reason, really.

He knew what it was like to be sober.

Blaine had started a life. Or rather, he thought he had. He thought he'd managed to get himself a comfortable job, and he was living the perfect life with Kurt by his side. The love of his life. But one mistake, one fuck up, and it had landed him back to square one in his recovery. Although, he supposed, at least he didn't want to kill himself anymore. But he was certainly craving the heroin. And truthfully, it was difficult. Blaine wanted it, wanted to experience the highs he was used to. But he also didn't want to go back to being a user, not when he knew just how good life could be with Kurt.

Blaine hadn't left the apartment since his relapse. He'd locked himself away, afraid to step foot outside in case he fell off the wagon again. It'd be all too easy to just buy some, to have another fix. But he couldn't do that. At the moment? Blaine was in the shower. Or rather, he was curled up on the floor of the shower, the water now running cold on his back as he curled into a ball, sobbing quietly. Kurt was out, and Blaine used this time to really let out just how fucking miserable he was, and just how ashamed he was of himself for breaking so easily.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt took a deep breath as he walked up the steps from the subway station, making his way through the crowd. Rehearsals for the play he was in were cancelled, so that meant he was able to head back to the apartment earlier than usual. He thought about picking up dinner but he figured he shouldn't since Blaine had trouble keeping anything down. He knew that Blaine would feel guilty about Kurt buying food and not being able to eat, so he figured that he'd just make a sandwich at home. He didn't want to make Blaine upset.

Ever since his relapse, all Kurt wanted to do was make sure Blaine was okay. Which was impossible because it was obvious to Kurt that Blaine was miserable. He refused to leave the apartment and Kurt noticed the fact that his eyes were constantly red and puffy from crying. He knew Blaine always tried to hide his sadness but it was always apparent to Kurt. It made him sick to his stomach if he was being completely honest. Because he was always afraid that he was going to come home to find Blaine in the tub again. He kept telling himself that Blaine wouldn't do that again but what if the cravings were to much and Blaine couldn't think of any other way to deal with it.

So, when he walked into the apartment and found Ella pawing at the bathroom door, his heart sank. He dropped his bag and rushed over to her. He let out a shaky breath as he turned the knob, hearing the water from the shower running. As he walked closer, he saw Blaine curled up and crying. He contemplated leaving Blaine to his privacy but he couldn't help but want to wrap his arms around him. Kurt slipped off his shoes before walking into the shower, kneeling behind Blaine and wrapping his arms around him.

BLAINE ANDERSON

He didn't hear the door to the apartment open, but he heard Ella's pawing at the door cease, so he knew something was wrong. And then the bathroom door was opening, and someone was stepping through. Blaine knew it was Kurt and he bit his lip, not wanting Kurt to realise he was crying. He tightened his arms around his knees and rested his forehead on his knees, swallowing hard.

"I'm in the shower," he called, although his voice shook. But then Kurt was stepping into the shower and he knew there was no point in trying to hide how much he was struggling. Kurt just knew. At first, he wanted to pull away from the embrace but he turned to Kurt and leaned into him a little more, crying softly. "S-Sorry," he said, voice still shaky. "I just... W-Wanted to shower before I go back to bed. I've been in there all day and... I d-don't know."

His voice trailed off into nothing, wiping his eyes and shivering underneath the cold water. Blaine leaned up, shutting the water off but remained seated, knees drawn up to his chest, and hid his face once again, still crying quietly.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt hated seeing Blaine like this. He knew that the withdrawals weren't going to be pretty but it seemed like Blaine was in agony every minute of the day. He wondered if maybe he should've tried to convince him to go to rehab. Maybe he needed the help of professionals. Maybe he needed twenty-four hour supervision. But he knew that he couldn't stand to be away from him. So, Kurt had to be the bigger person and try to help him. He needed to trust that Blaine would try to kill himself again.

"Shh, it's okay, Blaine." He quietly spoke, kissing the top of Blaine's head. He tried not react to how cold the water was, figuring that Blaine wanted it that way. But once it was shut off, he softly rubbed Blaine's back. He could still feel Blaine shaking in his arms as he kissed his temple.

"Come on, let's get you all dry and warm. Okay?"

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine was still shivering, cuddling even tighter into his boyfriend. Kurt was his support and he knew that no matter what, he'd be there for him. So when he mentioned getting warm and dry, all Blaine could do was nod, standing in somewhat of a daze. He allowed the other to lead him into the bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed. When he was handed pyjamas and his hoodie, Blaine changed quickly and returned to his original position, drawing his knees up to his chest.

"I'm sorry I suck so much," he said in a small voice. "I'm trying. I really am. But I can't get out of bed, and I can't leave the apartment because I'm so afraid I'll do something stupid and relapse. I'm scared of what I'll do, Kurt."

Blaine let out a harsh sob, swallowing hard when he saw Ella come into the room, jumping up onto the bed and resting her head against him. He gave a shaky laugh, reaching down to pet her and wiping his eyes. Blaine looked up at his boyfriend, biting his lip and shifting a little. "I love you. So much."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt helped Blaine up, grabbing a towel to wrap around him as he guided him towards their bedroom. He could see Ella from the corner of his eye, closely watching Blaine. He held a hand up to her as to signal for her to wait until Blaine was dressed before coming to comfort him. He led him to the bed and then went straight to their dresser and pulled out something comfy for Blaine to wear. He smiled as he handed Blaine his clothes before quickly changing himself.

He looked over at Blaine when he finally spoke, slightly frowning. "I know you're trying, Blaine and I'm so proud of you for that. I know it's hard trying to get back to where you were before and I'm not asking you to leave the house if you're not comfortable. I get it. But you have to give yourself time." He softly smiled, walking over to Blaine and kissing the top of his head.

As if on cue, Kurt saw Ella make her way into the bedroom. He stepped aside so that she could properly jump on the bed and saw that Ollie came with her. Although, his cat kept his distance because he wasn't sure why Blaine was crying. He turned his attention back to Blaine and softly smiled, leaning down to kiss him. "I love you, too. I'm going to go make us some hot chocolate, okay? Just relax here and let Ella work her magic." He grinned, quickly petting Ella before leaving with Ollie.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine listened to Kurt and nodded at him. He wanted to believe him, of course he did, but it was difficult. He sniffled a little when Kurt left the room with Ollie, looking down at Ella when she whined, trying to comfort him. His hand moved, scratching behind her ears to make her feel better and smiled at her. He was lucky he had such a positive support system, but it certainly didn't make any of this easier. Being alone wasn't helping either, so Blaine got himself out of bed, shuffling into the kitchen and behind Kurt, resting his head on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to be alone," he said, turning his head to kiss his boyfriend's cheek gently and giving him a faint smile. "I... I w-want to do something," he said. "I don't know if I can leave the apartment, because I'm so afraid I'll do something stupid. But I... I'm sick of being in bed all day. I'm going crazy in this apartment, Kurt. I'm sick of staring at these four walls every day."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt quickly set out to make the hot chocolate, wanting to give Blaine some sort of comfort. He knew that hot chocolate wasn't going to miraculously cure Blaine of his withdrawals but maybe it would allow him to have something in his stomach. Kurt had noticed that Blaine's lack of eating was starting to make him look a bit frail. It was going him flashbacks to when he first saw him and it made him a little uneasy.

He was brought back to reality when Ollie jumped onto the counter, quickly grabbing him. "No, sir, you can't have chocolate. It'll make you sick, baby." He kissed the top of Ollie's head. "Here, how about I give you a little whipped cream." He grabbed the can and put some whipped cream on a plate, placing it on the floor. Ollie instantly started licking, making Kurt laugh. "There we go."

Kurt was putting the finishing touches on their mugs of hot chocolate when he heard Blaine walking into the kitchen. He was about to tell him that he wanted to bring the drink to him in bed but kept his mouth shut when Blaine explained why he was there. He softly smiled as he brought his hand up to touch Blaine's cheek. He then turned to face Blaine, wrapping his arms around his waist. He hated that Blaine felt trapped but he also knew that he wasn't in the right mindset to go out in public. And then it hit Kurt like a ton of bricks.

"How about we go up to the roof? We can take a couple of blankets, our mugs of delicious hot chocolate and just look up at the stars." Kurt smiled.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Kurt turning around had him smiling faintly, and he was glad he could see him properly. He rested their foreheads together and closed his eyes for a moment, thankful his boyfriend was there to support him. If he didn't have Kurt and his support, he didn't know what he would do, or how he'd have made it even this far. Kurt saved him, and it was something Blaine would always be thankful for.

"The roof?" He repeated, pulling back and opening his eyes to look at Kurt properly. Kurt's smile was infectious and even with how terrible Blaine had been feeling, he couldn't help but give a genuine smile in response to the other's, biting his lip a little. "We could, if you want. You may have to help me walking up the stairs though. I've been feeling a little dizzy when I get up too fast, but I think it's because I can barely keep anything down."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt couldn't help but grin even wider when Blaine returned the smile. Yes, this was a good sign. He softly rubbed Blaine's lower back as he spoke, giving him a small nod. "We can take the elevator to the top floor and then it's only one flight of stairs. If you want, I can even carry you on my back." He pressed a kiss to Blaine's nose before turning back to the mugs of hot chocolate.

"Okay, so I think we should put the hot chocolate in a travel mug so that it won't spill when I put it in my bag." He rambled on, pouring the liquid in a thermos. He then handed it to Blaine. "Here, hold this while I go pack some blankets. Oh, and we need shoes! I'll grab some slippers since we want to be comfortable." Kurt chuckled, rushing to grab the items. He came back in a flash, placing the slippers in front of Blaine before stuffing two blankets into a large beach bag. He then took the thermos back and slipped it into the bag. "Ready?"

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine stepped back to let Kurt get the things together. He didn't want him to carry him on his back though. No, he couldn't let Kurt do that. He couldn't help but smile as his boyfriend hurried around their apartment to get the things they'd need and he nodded when he asked if he was ready, reaching for his hand and holding it tightly. Even as they left their apartment and headed towards the elevator, Blaine was quiet, enjoying Kurt's company and leaning his head on his shoulder, yawning quietly. It was only when they stepped out of the elevator that Blaine spoke and even then, his voice was quiet.

"Make sure I don't fall on these stairs, okay?" He asked as they began to climb the stairs, tightening his grip on Kurt's hand. His withdrawal meant he could barely keep any food down and as a result, Blaine had been feeling dizzy. But he knew it was a good sign. His body was learning what it would be like without the drugs again and it was important. It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the roof; immediately Blaine was shivering, looking up at the sky and sighing. It felt good to be out in the open again, that was for sure. He'd been cooped up inside the apartment for a while.

"Thank you for doing this, Kurt," he said, letting go of his hand and moving to the rails surrounding the edge of the roof, looking down. Damn, they were high. "I needed this. I feel... I don't know... alive. But that's probably because I'm looking down from so high up."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt smiled as Blaine took his hand, leading him out the door. There was something exciting about going up to the roof in the middle of the night. He hoped that Blaine would like this though. He wanted him to feel like everything wasn't so bleak and miserable. Although, he had a feeling that even if going to the roof was a bit cheesy, that Blaine would still enjoy leaving the apartment for a bit.

"Okay, I got you." He whispered back as they slowly made their way up the stairs. He still wished that Blaine would've let him carry up the stairs but he understood his hesitation. Once they opened the door to the roof, the brisk night air hit them. He took a deep breath, taking in the air as Blaine let go of his hand. He half expected to be bombarded by the loud noises of the hustle and bustle of the city but it was dead quiet. It's like the whole world faded away and it was just them.

Kurt walked over to Blaine, looking down at the street below. He shook his head, taking a step back as he chuckled. "Yup, I shouldn't have looked down." He pulled one of the blankets from his bag and laid it on the floor before sitting down. "Come on," he grinned, calling Blaine over to sit next to him.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine bit his lip, still looking out over the balcony. His heart was hammering and he raised one foot, resting it on the ledge as he looked down. He wasn't afraid though. If anything, Blaine had never felt more calm and being so high up, so close to danger? It was a strange feeling. Kurt's voice jerked him back to reality though and he turned, smiling at his boyfriend and sitting beside him on one of the blankets, resting his head on his shoulder.

"It's weird how quiet it is," he said in a soft voice, barely more than a whisper. "Even somewhere like New York. I never expected to be able to find anywhere in the city this quiet, Kurt." He reached into the bag, pulling the hot chocolate out and taking a drink before offering it to Kurt. He went silent again, clearly thinking about something before speaking again.

"You know I'm always going to love you, right? And you obviously know I want to get better. But even if you decided that one day, I was too much hassle. Or if I relapsed again and you decided you couldn't trust me, and left. I will always love you, Kurt. You're my soulmate."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt pulled out the other blanket so that they could cover themselves. He knew that it wasn't supposed to be a cold night but he figured that since they were so high up that air was thinner and colder. Also, it was a good reason to cuddle under a blanket. He smiled as Blaine made his way over to him, covering them with the blanket once he was settled.

"I think it's quiet because we're so high up. It's like we're away from the rest of the world." He smiled, looking up at the stars. He was brought back to reality when Blaine handed him the hot chocolate, happily taking it from him. He couldn't believe how nice this was. He wasn't sure how this would go since he had never really gone up to the roof before.

He looked over at Blaine when he started speaking, his smile slowly fading. He wasn't expecting Blaine to say those things and honestly, it made him a little sad. "Blainey, that's not going to happen. I meant it when I said that I'm with you till the end. You're the only person for me. I tried to live without you but I was a shell of myself. I love you, Blaine. Always. Only you."

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine bit his lip as Kurt spoke. He knew it was a dark thought, really, and he didn't want to be without him. But he had to let him know. Because if it ever got to that point, if Kurt ever decided he didn't want to deal with him, it would be okay. Because he'd understand. However, he was thankful that Kurt didn't ever want to leave him and without thinking about it, he leaned forwards and kissed his boyfriend, a hand coming up to rest on his cheek gently. After a moment, he pulled back, bumping their noses together lightly.

"I love you so much," he said quietly. "You're my soulmate. And I never want to be without you." He smiled at him, moving closer to him and resting his head on his shoulder as they looked up at the stars. "Do you ever wonder what we're going to be like in years to come? Say, in five years time? Or ten? I've not thought about it since... well, you know. But you've given me a future, Kurt. And I love you for it."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt leaned into the kiss, hoping that this meant that Blaine didn't question his love for him. He really meant it when he said that this was it for him. He already lost Blaine once. He wasn't about to lose him again. Even if it got hard, Kurt wasn't going to abandon Blaine. He softly smiled as Blaine pulled back, feeling his heart skip a beat.

He happily hummed as Blaine spoke, looking up at the sky. He honestly hadn't really thought about the future much lately. He had been so worried about helping Blaine get better, that he hadn't really had time to think about anything else. "Hmm, well, I can definitely see us living in the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Don't get me wrong, I love our place but I think something a little bigger might be nice." He chuckled. "I really hope to be on Broadway or at least be acting on TV. I don't want to be a waiter anymore. I need to feel the rush of performing. But honestly, even if I'm not performing, As long as I'm with you I'll be okay." He wanted to say that he was hoping to be engaged but he didn't want to pressure Blaine. "What about you? What does your future look like?"

BLAINE ANDERSON

Listening to Kurt's future plans was a nice. He kept himself close to his boyfriend as he spoke, fingers playing with the hem of the blanket delicately. Living on the Upper East Side with Kurt would be a dream come true. Sure, the apartment they shared now was nice, but Blaine would love to be able to afford a place of his own. Or rather, and place he and Kurt could call their own. When Kurt asked him about his future though, Blaine was taken by surprise. He shifted his position, so he was laying on his back, head resting in Kurt's lap so he could look up at him and still look up at the stars. After a moment though, he spoke, having given his answer some thought.

"I honestly don't know," he said, sighing a little. "It's not something I've been thinking about recently. Before, I... My goal was to get clean. And then when I was clean, it was finding a job but now I feel like I'm back at square one. Obviously I still want to be clean. I want to be sober. But I don't know. I know that realistically I can never do ballet. I fucked my body up too much for that. But... Writing music would be good. I'd love to be able to perform. And then maybe when we're famous, I'd be able to set up a charity for recovering addicts or something. But really, Kurt, I just want to be with you for the rest of my life. And I want to be happy, you know? You make me happy."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt got nervous when Blaine suddenly changed positions, afraid that he got upset at his question. But he smiled as he just laid down on his lap. He gently raked his fingers through Blaine's curls as he looked down at him, sensing that he was really thinking about his answer. He knew exactly what he would hope for in Blaine's future: a life without addiction. He knew that Blaine was never going to be fully cured of his addiction but he hoped that one day that Blaine wouldn't even worried about something triggering him. He really hoped that Blaine gets his happy ending because he deserved it.

"That actually sounds like a good plan. I think you'd be a great singer-songwriter. And I think it's really noble that you would want to set up a charity for recovering addicts. I know a lot of people would appreciate that." Kurt grinned, bending down to kiss Blaine. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too. All I ever wanted to do was make you happy, Blaine."

BLAINE ANDERSON

Kurt's fingers in his hair felt relaxing, he had to admit, and a content sigh left his lips. It didn't matter that it wasn't exactly the warmest evening. If anything, the cool air felt nice on Blaine; he'd been cooped up inside the apartment, fighting his personal demons since his relapse. It was good for him to get some air. But that wasn't the only reason it didn't matter - when he was here, with Kurt, he felt like he could do anything. Kurt was the only person who knew him better than himself and the person who Blaine actually believed when he said he was good enough.

When his boyfriend called him noble, his cheeks flushed and he brought his hands up, covering his face in embarrassment, a low groan leaving him. But before he had the chance to say anything about it, Kurt's lips were on his and he was humming happily against them. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he replied, mumbling against his lips.

Blaine pulled Kurt a little closer, sitting up to meet his lips and kissed him again. But this kiss was different, at least for Blaine. To him, it was like a silent promise, a promise that no matter what, he would try his best to get better for Kurt. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

KURT HUMMEL

There was nothing cuter to Kurt than Blaine getting all flushed and embarrassed when he complimented him. He knew that he wasn't use to compliments but that never stopped Kurt before.

He felt his heart swell at Blaine's response. Not that he was doubting that Blaine wanted to spend forever with him; it just felt nice to hear. He gently cupped Blaine's face as he pulled him closer for another kiss. And for the first time since Blaine's relapse, Kurt felt like everything was going to be okay. Like this was officially their start to a new beginning. Which was kind of perfect because Kurt got some pretty exciting news earlier that day.

Kurt slightly pulled away, brightly smiling at Blaine. "So, there's something that I wanted to tell you earlier." He bit his lip, looking down. "I'm going to be in Wicked. I'm not going to have a main role but I'm in the cast." He looked up at Blaine, waiting for his reaction.

BLAINE ANDERSON

He pouted slightly when Kurt pulled away from his lips. Blaine always wanted to be close to Kurt, always wanted to kiss him. But then he said he wanted to say something and he swallowed hard. Oh god, what was it? Was he okay? Did he want to move out? What was going on? But then he mentioned he had a part in Wicked and Blaine couldn't help but grin, immediately diving at Kurt and pulling him into a hug, holding him tightly.

"Baby, that's amazing! Oh my god, I'm so proud of you! You have to tell me when your opening night is so I can be there! And every show! I want to see you every night! I'm so proud of you, Kurt. You're going to be in Wicked, baby!"

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt knew that everything had been a little chaotic and that Blaine was trying to recover but he hoped that maybe this would lift his spirits. Maybe he could have something in the near future to look forward to.

He laughed as Blaine immediately grabbed him, instinctively wrapping his arms around him. He could help the tears that formed in his eyes because this was a big deal. He was going to be on Broadway. "I know, Blainey! Not only Broadway but Wicked!" He held Blaine closer, feeling his heart swell. "I'm really glad you said that you want to be there for my opening night because there's no one else I'd rather have there. You were there for every failed audition and every time where I said I was okay but secretly wanted to give up. But it's finally kind of happening."

BLAINE ANDERSON

"Of course I want to be there for your opening night. I wouldn't miss it for the world. You are the love of my life and it just so happens that the love of my life is going to be on a Broadway stage to perform in Wicked. Do you seriously think I'd miss it?" Blaine laughed, not giving Kurt the chance to reply before leaning forwards to kiss him, holding him as close as he could.

He loved him. Blaine truly did love Kurt, and it showed in his actions. Because the man in front of him owned his heart completely. It didn't matter that they had spent years apart, and it didn't matter that they weren't the same people they had been when they first met. Because, despite everything, they were still Kurt-and-Blaine, and they had each other's back.

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itsblainedevon · 8 years ago

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WARNING SIGN → KLAINE

TAGGING: Blaine Anderson & Kurt Hummel

DATE: Monday 5th June, 2017

LOCATION: Blaine’s Apartment, NYC

NOTES: Blaine has invited his friend over so they can work on writing music together. But what he doesn’t realise is his friend is a heroin user and when he sees the marks on Blaine’s arms from his previous use and his addiction, he suggests they get high together. Blaine doesn’t want to, but he can’t stop it and everything starts falling apart.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: Drug use, mild violence

BLAINE ANDERSON

Since starting work at the bakery, Blaine had a new lease of life. He had two bosses, though one was never around much; she was focusing on expanding the business and making a name for themselves. The other was relaxed and had taken an instant liking to Blaine. They got along well and because the business was so small, they spent a lot of time together. For the first time in years, it was like Blaine had a friend and that was a feeling he couldn't quite get used to. He was happy; he had a friend, he had a boyfriend and he had a service dog who thought the world of him.

Kurt was still living with him, and Blaine didn't mind. Their relationship was strong, despite everything that had happened. Blaine had learned to adapt to living with him so soon, especially as they were totally different people than they were in high school. But he was happy, and that was the important thing. Kurt had encouraged him to pursue his dream of writing music. Realistically he knew he wouldn't be able to follow his original dream of performing as a ballet dancer. But he'd always enjoyed music and Kurt reassured him he was good at it. Kurt was there to support him and he assured him that he was amazing.

Blaine had confessed his ambitions to his boss, who had told him he also wrote music. Which was how they ended up at Blaine's apartment, eating takeout and trying to write music together. Kurt knew, he'd asked if he was okay before he'd invited him. His boyfriend as at work, but it still made Blaine's heart swell knowing that he trusted him so much. Kurt was meeting his family when he finished and bringing them to their apartment; they were visiting from Lima and Blaine was nervous, but excited. He and his friend, Scott, were sat in the living room, sheet music around them and guitars beside them.

"Let's stop for a bit," Scott said, putting his notepad down and looking over at Blaine. "Why don't you relax? You've been working non-stop for hours now and I've got just the thing." He pulled out a bag and a syringe, looking over at him. Blaine swallowed hard, pushing himself to his feet straight away and taking a step back. "Don't be like that, man. I've seen the marks on your arm. I know you like to have a good time. Just one hit will be fine - it'll help you relax."

He didn't want to do this. Blaine knew he didn't want to do this. This was wrong, this was so wrong. He didn't want to do this, he was clean and he was proud of being clean for so many months. But before he could form a proper protest, Scott was tying a belt around his arm, working on finding a needle.

"No, please," Blaine said weakly, a single tear rolling down his cheeks. "I don't w-want to do this." But Scott was already injecting him and before Blaine could stop it, the heroin was in his system. It was like everything came flooding back - the high, the feel of it all, and he was slumping down against the sofa, though he was still crying. Because all Blaine could think was what the hell had he done?

KURT HUMMEL

When Burt and Carole told Kurt that they were going to make a trip to New York to see Kurt's off-Broadway debut, he was a little hesitant. He knew that they were excited and wanted to show their support. But he couldn't help feeling like there was an ulterior motive. His dad kept asking if he was okay on the phone and didn't quite seem to believe that he really was okay. Not that Kurt blamed him at all for being worried. Kurt was getting divorce within a year of marriage and was kicked out of his apartment. Also, he could sense that his dad and Carole were curious about his relationship with Blaine.

Kurt waited at the airport for his parents, grinning when he saw them coming down the elevator. He rushed over to them, giving them both a big hug. "I missed you guys. How was your flight? Any problems?" Kurt asked, walking with them to get their bags. "Our flight was good. How are you? Why are you so dressed up?" Burt asked, chuckling a bit. "Sorry. I just got off of work at the restaurant. I had to fill for the hostess, so I had to dress up." He smiled, helping his dad with his bags.

It didn't take long for them to get on their way to the apartment, Kurt nervously cracking his knuckles in the taxi. "You okay, buddy?" His dad asking, looking at Kurt's hands. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry." Kurt smiled, putting his hands on his lap. Carole placed her hand on his hand, softly smiling. "Are you nervous about us seeing Blaine? Because we meant it when we said that we weren't going to judge him for the past. We've talking to his parents and we know that he's better now." Kurt let out a small laugh. "I'm not nervous about Blaine. I was more worried about you guys lecturing me about my broken marriage." Burt scoffed. "You're an adult, Kurt. It didn't work out. As long as you're happy, we're happy. You are happy, right?" Kurt grinned, nodding his head. "Very happy."

The rest of the car ride consisted of Kurt telling them about Ella and Ollie, showing them pictures on his phone like a proud parent. Burt couldn't help but feel hopeful when he saw a smile on Kurt's face that he hadn't seen in years. There was a glimpse of that boy who believed in fairytales and happy endings and he knew that was all because of Blaine coming back into his life. The taxi finally stopped in front of the apartment building and Kurt quickly grabbed the suitcase, leading them towards their apartment. He struggled to open the door but smiled when it finally opened.

"Blaine, we're here!" He called out, looking around the room. His heart sank when he saw Blaine slumped against the couch, with a belt around his arm. He looked towards his friend, seeing the heroin needle in his hand. He dropped the suitcase, rushing over to him. "What the fuck?!" He yelled, yanking the needle from his hand. He could feel the blood drain from his face when he realized that the syringe was empty. Blaine's friend tried to explain but Kurt just punched him. "Get the fuck out!"

BLAINE ANDERSON

The drug was in his system once again and it was like Blaine was on fire. He felt higher than he ever had before and he could barely keep himself upright, his eyes heavy. He'd missed this. God, he'd missed how good it felt to be high. But there was a voice in the back of his mind that was screaming at him. It was wrong. So wrong. He'd worked hard to kick the habit and now he'd landed himself back at the start. Kurt was going to hate him. But Blaine already hated himself.

He wasn't expecting to hear Kurt's voice and he let out a loud sob when he saw his boyfriend enter the room. Blaine tried pushing himself to his feet, but only managed to slip from the couch, letting out a loud groan. He saw Kurt punch his friend and sobbed again, managing to make his way through the apartment and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and curling into a ball. He was high, there was no denying it, but Blaine felt terrible about it.

"He wanted it!" Scott yelled at Kurt, shoving him hard when he was punched. "I've seen the marks on his arms. He wants to have a good time, why are you trying to stop him?" It was only when Burt drew himself to full height that Scott looked scared.

Blaine remained in the bathroom, curled into a ball. He realised with a pang that Kurt's family were visiting today, and now they'd seen him at his absolute worst. He was supposed to be proving to them that he was a good boyfriend for Kurt, that he could be the man who would take care of their son. Instead, he'd let Scott give him heroin and ruined pretty much everything he'd worked so hard for.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt refused to believe Scott's words. Blaine wouldn't want this. He was trying so hard to stay clean. He even adopted Ella, who was making great strides in being the emotional support that Blaine needed. He was getting better.

Kurt lunged back at Scott when he pushed him but was cut off by his dad.

"That's total bullshit and you know it! He didn't want this. He wouldn't have gone to rehab if he wanted to keep using. He wouldn't have tried so hard to stay clean. He's not some fucking loser like you! Preying on his vulnerability." He scoffed.

He didn't even realize that Blaine had left the room, frantically searching for him. Carole pointed towards the bathroom and Kurt rushed over. He couldn't even think about the fact that his parents were here, witnessing Blaine's relapse. He needed to see Blaine. He needed to help him.

Kurt gave a quick knock on the door before turning the knob. "Blaine, it's Kurt. I'm coming in." He slipped in, unable to fully open the door with Blaine curled up against it. He held back tears as he saw Blaine, feeling like he was flashing back to before. "Oh, Blaine..." He whispered, touching his boyfriend's face.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Scott shoved Kurt back, though he was surprised at the older man. He knew he was fighting a losing battle here and rolled his eyes, stepping back from the family. "If Anderson wants another hit, he knows where to find me. And if he doesn't? Tell him to look for another job. I don't want a pussy like him in my bakery." And with that, Scott stormed out, barging past the Hummel men and left the apartment.

Blaine was nothing but disgusted with himself. How could he do this? How could he let Scott do this? He'd fucked everything up and now he was back to step one of his recovery. He'd relapsed and honestly? Blaine hated himself for it. He wrapped his arms around his knees, hiding his face and crying without really realising it. This high wasn't like any other he'd had before. Because Blaine knew he'd let people down. He'd started believing he was worth more but now he was doubting everything and Blaine had relapsed.

When he heard Kurt's voice, he let out another loud sob but didn't say anything. He looked up when Kurt entered the room, hating the look of hurt on his face. He flinched a little at the touch to his cheek and Blaine's bottom lip quivered a little before he dissolved into fresh tears, curling into a ball again.

"I'm so sorry," he choked out, unable to meet Kurt's eye. "I'm so sorry. I didn't w-want to take any but it was like I was frozen. And I t-told him no, even when the belt was on my arm, b-but he did it anyway. I'm so sorry, Kurt." Blaine hid his face again, too ashamed to look at Kurt. "I'm so fucking sorry. I'm a fuck-up, I'm sorry."

KURT HUMMEL

It took every ounce of self-control for Kurt not to deck Scott again. "Good because he didn't need to work with some lowlife like you. Your bakery isn't even that great. Your bread is stale which I can see now is because you're probably high all the time." Kurt yelled back, watching as Scott left.

Kurt honestly didn't know what to do. Usually when Blaine was high in the past, he was unaware. But he could tell that Blaine was fully aware of what he had done. He removed the belt from around Blaine's arm and tossed it to the side. "Shh, I believe you, Blaine." He whispered, scooting closer to his boyfriend. "I know that you didn't want this. And I'm sorry that he did this to you. You're not a fuck-up."

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine let out a whine when he felt the belt being removed from his arm, looking up at Kurt. What had he done? He'd ruined everything. He was sober, he was clean and now he'd ruined it. Blaine knew he was high and he wanted the feeling gone. Because he was nothing but ashamed. Blaine sobbed again, practically tearing his clothes from his body and stumbling into the shower, turning it on. It didn't matter that the water was freezing, Blaine just wanted to do something to get rid of this feeling.

Despite what Kurt said, he knew he was a fuck up. He knew he'd messed up and he sank to the floor in the shower, curling into a ball once again. And then suddenly, he remembered Kurt's family were here, in the apartment. This was the first time they'd seen him since he'd disappeared. He was supposed to be making a good impression, was supposed to be proving that he wouldn't hurt Kurt again. And what had he done? Exactly that.

"I'm sorry," he said through his harsh sobs. "Your dad... Carole... They must h-hate me. God, they must hate me so much. I didn't want to relapse but I have and I've ruined everything." His words came at a mile a minute and they were barely coherent. All Blaine could do was cry and hope that Kurt would forgive him.

"I just... I want to be clean. I don't want to think about this. I don't w-want to be high. M-Maybe I should sleep. I d-don't know. I'm so sorry, Kurt."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt flinched when Blaine suddenly removed his clothes and jumped in the shower. He wanted to just wrap Blaine in his arms and tell him everything was going to be okay but he didn't know if that was the truth. He had no idea what this meant for Blaine's recovery. Would his cravings come back with full force? Should Kurt call Blaine's sponsor? There were a million different things that were going through his head but he took one look at the broken man in the shower and pushed everything aside. He needed to take care of Blaine.

Kurt knelt next to the shower, pulling Blaine towards him. "Blaine, it's okay. My parents don't hate you. Carole, of all people, understands that addiction is an ongoing struggle. We knew there might be setbacks but we'll get through this. I'll help you through this, okay?" He pressed a kiss to Blaine's cheek, getting a little wet in the process. He shuddered when he realized how cold the water was, reaching over to adjust the temperature.

"I'm going to help you get clean and then we're going to lay down, okay?" Kurt softly smiled, grabbing the shampoo and gently washing his hair. "I want you to know that I love you, Blainey. Nothing's going to change that. You don't need to keep apologizing because I know this isn't your fault." He kissed Blaine's shoulder, hoping that he believed him. Once he was done cleaning Blaine up, he turned off the water and went to grab a towel. He carefully draped it around Blaine and help him up.

Thankfully their bathroom was right next to their bedroom, so Blaine didn't have to worry about Kurt's parents seeing him in a towel. He helped Blaine over to the bed and sat him down before closing their bedroom door. "Okay, now let's find you some cozy pajamas."

BLAINE ANDERSON

Even as Kurt tried to comfort him, Blaine couldn't help but think about how much he'd messed this up. He was surprised when Kurt pulled Blaine towards him, despite him being soaking wet. He sniffled a little and nodded at him, grateful that Kurt was there to look after him. It felt nice, his boyfriend washing his hair, but Blaine couldn't help but look at the fresh track mark on his arm, feeling sick at the sight of it. He was lost in his own thoughts and startled when he felt a towel around him, but then realised Kurt had turned the water off and it was time to leave.

Blaine remained silent, even as he was gently guided onto his feet. He blinked when he was sat on the bed, clutching the towel closer to his shivering body. It was only when Kurt brought him some pyjamas that Blaine spoke, thanking him quietly and wiping his tears as quickly as he could. It was a struggle, but he was determined to do this on his own and after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, Blaine had managed to change into his pyjamas, sitting on the end of the bed again.

"Are you mad at me? I'm... I'm scared, Kurt. I don't want to go back to the start. I don't know what this means. I missed it, b-but... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kurt. I love you. P-Please don't leave me."

KURT HUMMEL

In the back of Kurt's mind he was wondering what his parents were doing. He knew that he would have to talk to them about all this but he needed to take care of Blaine first. He needed to make sure he was okay. He grabbed the comfiest pair of pajamas he could find, wanting Blaine to feel at least a tiny bit better. He placed them on the bed and was about to help Blaine get dressed but stopped when Blaine seemed to want to do it himself.

Kurt quickly shook his head as Blaine spoke, moving to sit next to him. "I'm not mad at all. I know you didn't want this. And I know how sorry you are but you don't have to keep apologizing. I forgave you a long time ago." He reached for Blaine's hand, bringing it up to kiss it. "I love you, too. I'm not going anywhere. I love you too much to ever leave you. And as for what we should do about your relapse, we'll call your therapist in the morning, okay? We'll figure it in the morning."

A quick thought popped into Kurt's head and he remembered the last time Blaine was coming down from a high and how cold he got. He stood up and grabbed his favorite hoodie from the dresser, bring it to Blaine. "Here you go. I know how much you love wearing my hoodie." He softly smiled, slipping it on Blaine. "Now we're all set for bed."

BLAINE ANDERSON

His face showed just how heartbroken he was by this whole thing, even as he listened to Kurt's reassurance. He let out a tiny whimper when his boyfriend kissed his hand but didn't resist. He just had to try and believe that Kurt really did love him and he really wasn't mad, even if Blaine was furious at himself. God, how could he be so stupid? How could he let this happen?

"Okay," he said quietly. "I don't want my therapist to be mad either. I don't want to disappoint anyone. I wanted to be able to be strong enough. And it's horrible because there was a part of me that did want it. I wanted to get high but the stronger part of my brain didn't want to. I knew it was wrong." It was clear he'd calmed down a little, but Blaine was nowhere near happy. He'd ruined his own recovery and he almost hated himself.

When Kurt got to his feet, Blaine let out a whimper, as though worried he'd done something wrong or said the wrong thing. But he visibly relaxed when his boyfriend brought over his hoodie and slipped it over Blaine's head. He allowed a tiny smile to tug at the corners of his lips as the size of it swamped him.

"Will you lay with me? Just... until I fall asleep... I know your parents are here b-but... Ella is probably keeping them busy. I just d-don't want to be alone right now. I'm sorry."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt felt Blaine's words tug at his heartstrings. As much as he knew that Blaine didn't mean for this to happen, he wasn't naive. He knew that there was a small part of Blaine that was craving that one last hit. It was only human nature. But he believed him when he assured him that he didn't want to get high. He knew Blaine and he knew that he was working hard to maintain his sobriety.

"It was one slip up, Blaine. I think your therapist will understand. And plus, it's not like you went out looking for drugs. Scott took advantage of your trust and brought drugs into our home." Kurt explained.

He couldn't help but to love how cute Blaine looked in his hoodie. He quickly nodded his head when Blaine asked him to lay with him, already planning on doing that. "Of course, I'll lay with you. I'll stay with you until I'm certain you're asleep. Come on." He climbed onto the bed to lay down, patting the spot next to him.

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine nodded at Kurt's words. He was thankful to have such an understanding boyfriend, but it didn't mean he didn't feel terrible about it. Deep down, he knew Kurt was right. Scott was the one who'd brought drugs into their home and even though he wasn't entirely to blame, he wasn't exactly innocent in this situation. At this point though, Blaine was just glad his boss had left. He didn't want to see him again, that was for sure. But even though he knew his therapist would be understanding, Blaine was terrified that he'd be hooked again. He knew he'd have to go through a withdrawal, but he was praying it wouldn't be as bad as it had been in rehab. There were no words to describe how that had felt.

When Kurt moved to lay on the bed, Blaine bit his lip and smiled, carefully crawling up beside him. He tucked them both under the covers. They were in the exact position they had woken up in, with Blaine wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle, curled into his side. Blaine realised with a sharp pang that everything had changed in those few hours. It wouldn't be the same, not for a while at least.

"I hope your parents don't hate me," he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. "I never want them to see me high. Because I am high. My arms feel heavy and my head is fuzzy like it used to be. I can't explain it. I just hope they don't hate me." Blaine's words trailed off and he sniffled a little, curling even tighter into Kurt. His eyes were heavy and he knew he was close to sleep, but he couldn't help but mutter one last "I love you" to his boyfriend.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt noticed the small smile when Blaine moved to cuddle close, feeling a little bit of the weight lift from his shoulders. He knew that Blaine was nowhere near okay but at least he smiled for a brief second. He wrapped his arms around Blaine, softly kissing the top of his head. He could feel Blaine slow breathing against his chest and could tell that Blaine wasn't going to stay awake for much longer.

"My parents don't hate you. They're probably concerned than anything." Kurt assured Blaine, knowing that he was right. If they hated him, they would've insisted that Kurt leave Blaine to ride out his high on his own. But instead, they've kept their distance in order for Kurt to take care of him.

Kurt softly smiled as Blaine was finally drifting off to sleep. "I love you, too." He whispered back, closing his eyes, too. A part of him wanted to stay with Blaine and not have to face his parents' questions but he knew that he couldn't do that. So after making sure that Blaine was fully asleep, Kurt slipped out from under Blaine. He quietly left the room and made his way to the living room to see his parents watching TV with the volume on low. He softly cleared his throat and both of his parents immediately turned towards him.

"First of all, I want you guys to know that this was the only time Blaine has relapsed since getting out of rehab. And as you witnessed earlier, that guy was a scumbag." Kurt quietly spoke, moving to sit on the chair across his parents. "I truly believe that he didn't want this. He was doing so good with his recovery. I don't want you guys to think that he's reverting back to his old ways."

Carole leaned forward, reaching for Kurt's hand. "I get it. I know that this is hard, for the both of you. You're never really cured of addiction."

BLAINE ANDERSON

It didn't take long for Blaine to fall asleep, his body curled in close to Kurt's. It was strange - he'd never really slept off a high before. Whenever he used with James, it was because they wanted to experience the high. But his sleep was dreamless and it felt like hours later when he woke up. The room was a little darker and he wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep. But Kurt was gone, obviously in another room with his parents or something, and Ella had found her way into the bed. She was laying beside him, not quite asleep, her body pressing against his. It was a strange position they were in, but Blaine realised she was laying in a way in which she could feel his breathing. She was making sure he was okay and the thought brought tears to his eyes.

"Hey, little one," he said quietly, smiling faintly as she peeked her head up, licking his cheek. He brought a hand up to scratch behind her ear and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He knew he was no longer high. That had worn off. But now he was experiencing the come down and it made his stomach churn. Very slowly, Blaine got to his feet, swaying a little. He made his way out of the bedroom, Ella hot on his heels, but stopped just before he went into the living room, able to hear Kurt and his parents talking in there.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt couldn't help but notice how quiet his dad had been this entire time. He was afraid to ask him what he was thinking but he needed to know if his dad was upset or not. He looked over at his dad, biting his lip. Burt noticed the anxious look on his son's face and took a deep breath. "I'm not mad. I recognize that look on your face." Burt smirked, rubbing his face. "We could tell from the moment we saw Blaine that he didn't chose to relapse. I know he's a good kid. And I know that you wouldn't have let him back into your heart, if you didn't believe that his addictive lifestyle was in the past. I was just thinking that maybe we should check into a hotel."

Kurt quickly shook his head. "No, dad, you guys don't have to do that. Especially since it's probably going to cost a lot to get a room so late." He felt bad that his parents already paid so much money for a flight. He didn't want them to have to spent money on a hotel.

"It's honestly fine, Kurt. I think Blaine would feel more comfortable if we weren't here, in his safe space." Carole explained. Kurt was about to protest when he realized that Blaine was standing nearby. "Blaine! I'm sorry; did we wake you?"

BLAINE ANDERSON

Listening to Kurt's family talking about him was hard. He knew Burt probably had some choice words for him, after what he'd done to Kurt in college. He was the reason Kurt Hummel had attempted suicide, and it was something he still hadn't forgiven himself for. He was expecting them all to hate him and really, Blaine wouldn't blame them. He was no longer high but right now, he still felt terrible.

Kurt's words startled Blaine and he was brought back from his thoughts, looking up in alarm. He didn't realise they knew he was there and his cheeks flushed pink. He shook his head at the question, slowly making his way into the room. Ella followed him and when Blaine sat down on the sofa beside Kurt, and opposite Burt and Carole, she immediately sat in front of him, eyes fixed on Kurt's family. It was strange, really. It was almost as though Ella could sense Blaine's unease and he leaned forward, stroking her gently.

"You... Y-You didn't wake me. I'm f-fine."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt wondered how much Blaine had heard before he noticed him. Not that they were saying anything bad. He had a feeling that no matter what, his dad and Carole weren't about to talk bad about Blaine in front of Kurt.

Carole's heart broke for both Kurt and Blaine. She had been in Kurt's position before with Finn's father. She knew how hard it was to see the person you love succumb to drugs. But she also knew that Christopher Hudson was suffering with PTSD that was never treated. He didn't have any remorse for using drugs because it's what he did to deal with what he saw when he was stationed overseas. But she could see that Blaine was ashamed about using. She saw the guilt in his eyes and it gave her hope that he wasn't going to end up like her first husband.

Kurt softly smiled as Blaine sat next to him, placing his hand on top of Blaine's hand. "Are you thirsty? Or maybe even hungry?" He asked.

BLAINE ANDERSON

The touch to his hand startled Blaine and he jumped at the contact, looking up at Kurt and swallowing hard. Was he either of those? He hadn't thought about it, really. When he used with James, he rarely ate anything at all. It was one of the reasons he'd lost so much weight. For some reason, eating wasn't something he ever wanted to do when high, or even coming down.

"N-No... No, I'm okay," Blaine said quietly, ducking his head and looking down at Ella. She was still watching Kurt's parents and he swallowed harshly, scratching behind her ears with his free hand in an attempt to calm her. He looked up at Kurt, to his parents and then back again, worrying his lower lip through his teeth nervously.

"I can... um... I can go back into the bedroom if you want," he said in a nervous voice. "I don't want you to think I'm interrupting. I can just go back to sleep... I don't know."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt quickly removed his hand when Blaine jumped, not sure if he hurt him. He could tell that Blaine was still a little jittery and all he wanted to do was wrap him up in his arms. He gently nodded when Blaine stated that he wasn't hungry, not really surprised by his answer. He knew that Blaine wasn't going to eat anytime soon but he needed to say something to break the silence. He knew that everyone in that room was unsure what the right words to say were.

Carole softly smiled at Blaine, shaking her head. "No, no. You weren't interrupting. It's the opposite, actually. We were just telling Kurt that maybe you would feel more comfortable with us staying at a hotel instead of here. And that way you don't have to worry about us being here, in your place while you detox."

BLAINE ANDERSON

Blaine looked up at Carole when she started talking, still feeling incredibly tense. It was true, he'd probably feel a lot more comfortable without Kurt's family there, but he couldn't ever say that to his boyfriend. He shook his head, arms wrapping around himself as he tried to form a reply that sounded believable.

"You can stay. I don't mind," he whispered. He could feel Burt's gaze on him and was honestly too afraid to look up at him. He'd fucked up, Blaine knew that, and now he had to live with the consequences. But being in this room was too much for him. "I'm sorry," he blurted, getting to his feet quietly, swaying. "I can't do this." Blaine made his way through the apartment, stumbling as he did so, and into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed and dissolving into tears.

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt was starting to warm up to the idea of his parents staying at a hotel. He could tell that Blaine was uncomfortable and see that Ella was reacting to his tenseness. She watched his parents like a hawk. He looked over at his parents when Blaine spoke, aware that they weren't buying that Blaine was okay with them there. He flinched when Blaine suddenly stood up and ran off, watching Ella followed right behind him.

"I think maybe you guys should stay at a hotel." Kurt spoke up, keeping his eyes on his bedroom door as he moved to stand up. "Yeah, that's probably for the best." Burt stated. They both stood up and went to grab their bags. Kurt walked them towards the door, feeling a little guilty for making them leave. "Call us if you need anything," Burt whispered as he hugged Kurt goodbye. He quickly nodded and told them that he would call them in the morning. He locked the door after they left before walking back to their bedroom. He slowly entered the room and made his way over to Blaine on the bed. He climbed up behind Blaine and wrapped his arms around him, feeling his body shaking from the sobs.

BLAINE ANDERSON

He hadn't heard Ella following him, but she jumped on top of the bed, laying down in front of him and letting her warm weight comfort him as much as possible. His hands were buried in her fur, appreciating it. Blaine heard the door to the apartment close and let out another harsh sob, curling in on himself even tighter. Kurt didn't say anything when he entered the bedroom, nor did he say anything as he lay beside him. It was only when he felt the arms wrapping around his body that Blaine let it all go.

He turned on the bed, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pressing himself close to him, crying into his chest. Ella moved too, her head resting on Blaine's back so she could make sure he was okay. But for Blaine? It was like he was inconsolable because he knew how much he'd messed up and even now, hours after his high had passed, he was craving another fix. His body was shaking, from both the withdrawal and the sobs, and he hated it.

"I'm such a fuck up," he said to Kurt, unable to look up at him. "I need another fix and I d-don't want it. I can feel it in my stomach. It hurts and I need another hit, Kurt. It's happening again."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt could feel his own tears threaten to fall down his cheeks but blinked them away. He needed to be strong for Blaine. He pressed a kiss on top of Blaine's head as he cried into his chest. He moved his hand to rub Blaine's back but stopped when he felt Ella. He knew that she wanted to keep close contact with Blaine because she was worried for him. They were both worried for him. Kurt had no idea where to go from here. He always knew in the back of his mind that Blaine might relapse but he never really thought it through.

"You are not a fuck up. It was one slip up." Kurt whispered, holding Blaine closer. "And you don't need a fix. It's the addiction talking. But you're stronger than that. We're stronger than that. We can beat this, Blaine. This isn't like last time because you have me. You have someone who loves you, fiercely, and who's going to help you get back on the road to recovery."

BLAINE ANDERSON

The grip Blaine had on Kurt's shirt was tight and he pressed himself as close as he could to his boyfriend. He didn't want to be this, he didn't want to be an addict. All Blaine wanted was to live a happy life with Kurt. Was that so much to ask? And yet, his body was trembling, the cramping in his stomach already hurting more than he could handle. He wanted another fix because it would ease the pain. But he also didn't want this.

"I love you so much," he said quietly, looking up at Kurt properly for the first time. "I promise I love you, no matter what happens. I don't want to lose you, and I want to beat this. But I c-can't take going to rehab again. I don't want to be cut off from you ever again. I spent five years without you, I don't want anymore."

Blaine went quiet, sniffling slightly. He sat up, unable to get comfortable. Immediately, Ella was sitting up with him, watching him carefully. Really, it amazed him how well she knew him already. She'd grown and she was there, ready to take care of him, just as she'd been trained. When she sensed no immediate danger, Ella lay her head on Blaine's lap, looking up at Kurt and letting out a soft whine, as if to tell him to do something. For some reason though, this had Blaine smiling and he let out a quiet, barely-there laugh.

"I think someone's unhappy with you because I'm crying," he said to Kurt, wiping his eyes. "She knows you want to make me happy."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt gently brushed the curls from Blaine's forehead as he spoke, giving him a small smile. He knew that Blaine loved him; he never doubted that. And Kurt loved him, with all his heart.

"You're not going to lose me. I meant every word I said about helping you through this. If you don't want to go to rehab, then you don't have to go. Blaine, I know you can beat this. I know it won't be easy but you're not alone. You have me."

He slightly frowned when Blaine suddenly sat up, keeping a close eye on him. He moved to sit up, noticing Ella doing the same thing. It always amazed him how alert and attentive she was to Blaine. She really was the best decision Blaine had ever made and he was thankful that she came into Blaine's life. He tilted his head to the side when Ella looked up at him and whined.

He playfully rolled his eyes at Ella when Blaine explained what was going on, reaching over to scratch behind her ear. "Ella, I don't appreciate the judgement right now. I'm trying my best but I don't have magical healing powers like you."

BLAINE ANDERSON

The fact Kurt was so willing to stay with him, even after what he had done, made Blaine feel a little better. He looked between his boyfriend and Ella, shaking his head a little at the two of them. Ella was easily the best decision he'd ever made in regards to his recovery. She'd been trained to recognise when his mood was dropping and was always there to offer support or comfort and Blaine knew it was essential to his health. But he was also thankful he had Kurt to stand by him, even as he sat there, coming down from his high.

"Kurt, I... Were your parents angry?"

It was the question that had been bothering him for a while, but also the one he'd been too afraid to ask. He'd only just got Kurt back in his life again and after everything Blaine had done to hurt him, he'd understand if Burt was angry. Truthfully, Blaine probably would be as well. He had gotten along with Kurt's family, when they were in high school. He and Burt would sit and watch the football together, with Finn, while Kurt and Carole had no clue what was happening in the game. Blaine wanted the chance to reconnect to his second family, but he was afraid.

"I can understand if they hate me. I've done nothing but hurt you in the last few years. But I w-want them to know I'm changing. I may not be okay right now, but I'm not going to go down that road again. Just the thought makes me feel sick. And I know you're not like James, you'll never make me sleep with anyone if I don't want to and you won't sell me for money. I just w-want things to go back to how they were, you know? I want to be okay again."

Blaine could feel himself getting worked up and swallowed hard, calming a little as Ella nuzzled her nose into him. "Sorry," he said, somewhat embarrassed. "I'm just exhausted. Physically and emotionally. It feels like I've just been yanked back a few months."

KURT HUMMEL

Kurt scooted closer to Blaine, linking their fingers together as he held his hand. He knew how much Blaine wanted to show his parents that he wasn't the same guy who broke Kurt's heart. And as much as Kurt told Blaine not to worry about it, he wanted them to see that he wasn't that guy either. He knew that he dad was concerned when he first told him that he reconnected with Blaine. And he completely understood why he was weary of the idea of Kurt leaving his husband for Blaine. But Kurt wasn't that broken boy anymore. If he was being completely honest with himself, Kurt's suicide attempt wasn't just about Blaine. Kurt lost Finn. He lost two important people in his life and he couldn't see any other option. But all that was in the past.

"They don't hate you," Kurt softly spoke, gently squeezing Blaine's hand. "I think they're just concerned about your well-being. But they're aware that you're not that person anymore. I talk to my dad every week and when he asks about you, I tell him the truth. I tell him how much you're trying to ease yourself back into society. And how you surprise me with breakfast in bed. I told him that when Alex kicked me out, you didn't hesitate to let me stay with you. And how you stood up for me." Kurt smiled, pressing a kiss to Blaine's shoulder. "I told him how I finally feel like myself again and how you make feel loved. So, I don't think my parents could ever hate you because you make me happy. And we'll be okay again. Things will eventually go back to normal."

Kurt leaned over to kiss Blaine's cheek when he apologized. "It's okay, Blaine. We can lay down again and just lie here until you fall asleep again."

BLAINE ANDERSON

He knew with Kurt by his side, things could be okay again. It wouldn't be easy, of course it wouldn't. But his boyfriend was there to support him. He sniffled a little, smiling as Kurt laced their fingers together gently. He scooted a little closer to him, sighing a little. Listening to what Kurt's parents thought of him wasn't easy and he swallowed hard, but nodded. Really, he knew he was over-reacting. Kurt's family just wanted what was best for him and that was it.

"I just want things to be okay," Blaine started, but his voice faltered at the kiss to his cheek. He blushed ever so slightly and scooted even closer to Kurt, nuzzling into him. "Okay... Okay, I'm going to try and get some more sleep now. I love you so much, Kurt... Thank you for sticking b-by me. I know it's not easy. But I love you with all my heart." His voice trailed off a little until his breathing evened out and Blaine fell into an uneasy sleep.

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