An Angel with a shotgun

Don't Leave Me

It all started with a letter.

Everything had been amazing at the Institute. Days were spent learning, training, practicing and nights were spent singing, laughing, watching movies, going on dates and parties, kissing and making love under the stars. Blaine had become permanent in everyone's lives and Kurt wanted nothing more than for the angel to continue to live like them and his wish came true but in the wrong form. Blaine was training with Hunter and Jace when a letter arrived. Kurt was all for taking it to his boyfriend when he recognized the seal and the address which inflicted fear into his bones, chilling them and squeezing his lungs tight so he could hardly breathe. The council wanted to meet with Blaine, to test him and see if he was ready for Idris. Kurt barely registered sitting on the window seat as he stared blankly at the envelope. Time has passed as Blaine entered their room and found Kurt sobbing as his tears wet the envelope. The sobs started off soft but once Kurt felt Blaine's arms around him, they grew louder and harder where Kurt's vision began to swirl and darken as he barely breathed in between gasps.

It all started with a letter.

Santana gave the news and Kurt could barely look up as everyone broke into outburst except him and Blaine. He was still as Blaine took his hand and squeezed but Kurt couldn't take the gesture as he ripped his hand from Blaine's gently and left out of the room, hiding the tears. His walking turned into sprinting which turned into running. Sniffles turned into sobs as Kurt hid for the rest of the day and most of the night. He hadn't cried this much, mourned this much, ever since his father was murdered. Ever since he had to leave Jace and Clary behind. Ever since his mother died and his father went into mourning and a 9 year old Kurt had to take care of an 1 year old Hunter. Sobs turned into sniffles, sniffles turned into a clogged nose, wet cheeks and whimpers as Kurt hugged himself. He felt so cold, so alone, afraid he would feel like that again and he was afraid to. Everything had been going great since the ball. So great that Kurt thought that Blaine had saved them all, brought life, love and happiness to their lives. He didn't know what would happen if the angel was ripped away from them.

It all started with a letter

That led to where Kurt and Blaine were in bed, the moonlight only half filling the room with light. Kurt whimpered as Blaine kissed up Kurt's thighs and began to lick at the head of his cock. Kurt gasped and placed his hand into Blaine's curls as the angel licked and took Kurt into his mouth, tongue swirling and making Kurt curse as tears sprang in his eyes. He doesn't know when he'll have this again, have Blaine worshipping his body, knowing where to lick, kiss or suck. He doesn't know when he'll ever be able to feel Blaine's cock in him, being able to squeeze around it and make the angel swear in ways that wouldn't make him an angel anymore. Kurt didn't even know that Blaine had stopped as he found himself sobbing again, face pressed onto Blaine's pillow. He found himself being pulled into Blaine's arms and sobbed into his neck, breathing him in as a wail escapes Kurt's throat with a sharp intake of breath before another wail follows and Kurt is trembling. He clings to Blaine's shoulders as he's rocked. Blaine doesn't have to ask, he knows, he knows how happy he's made Kurt and how afraid Kurt is to lose him. 

He's read that letter.

So Kurt mourns the possibility of losing the love of his life while said love of his life cradles him and strokes his bare back. They were supposed to be having sex but it's hard to think about it when your partner starts to wail and mourn. Kurt feels ashamed that he can't pull his emotions back but he couldn't help it. So he lets Blaine wipe his cheeks, kiss his salted, snotty lips and dress him in pajamas before taking them to the greenhouse. Kurt follows with a sniffle, looking at his feet as Blaine sits him down and kneels. He gently lifts Kurt's dull eyes to him and presses their foreheads together as he speaks. As he goes on, Kurt grips Blaine's wrists and looks into his eyes as Blaine thinks of a song and starts to sing it. He hopes Kurt is his Kurt and not catatonic, silent Kurt.