Klaine One-Shots

it's okay

a/n: kurt already knows about blaine's self harm in this. They are also in the bushwick apartment, but it's only kurt and blaine living there.

TRIGGER WARNING for self harm, depression, and self hatred. read at your own risk.
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kurt got the call on his way home from work. it was blaine. when he picked up the phone, blaine couldn't stop crying. this really started to worry kurt. "sweetheart, what's wrong?" he would ask, but more sobs followed.

"i'm sorry i'm so sorry, kurt," blaine would cry out over and over again.

"i'm almost home, honey, please be okay," kurt started to shake. "please, just take some deep breaths."

blaine never stopped sobbing and apologizing.

finally, kurt was at the apartment door. he unlocked it, and ran inside. "blaine, where are you?" he heard crying coming from the bathroom.

when he walked in, he was disappointed to say the least. blaine was eight months clean. it took him a while to get there and now it was all gone. blaine wrists were in horrible shape. mauled and bleeding. blaine's face was red and his eyes were puffy from crying.

"kurt, fuck i'm so sorry i didn't know what to do everything happened so fast," blaine blurted our in one breath.

"shh, it's okay blaine," kurt tried to sooth his fiancé, but to no avail.

"don't say it's okay please don't say that," blaine sobbed and shook his head. "i'm a failure and i'm so weak, kurt, why don't you just leave me? i'm nothing. i am nothing."

kurt grabbed a wet rag and crouched down to blaine, on the floor. "don't say that. i love  you and only you. that's never going to change."

blaine shook his head again. "but don't you see? you're so much better than me. you could do so much better than me."

kurt started to carefully dab blaine's wrists and clean him up. "i love you and only you," he repeated.

"i love you, too" blaine replied.

after a bit, kurt finished cleaning blaine up, and wrapped his forearms with bandages. then, he picked him up and carried him to their bed.

kurt carefully started to peel blaine's old clothes off of him. he put them in a hamper, and got blaine some loose pajamas. he slipped them onto his fiancé, and blaine just laid there, limp, not saying a word.

kurt changed into pajamas and curled up in bed with the love of his life. he hated seeing blaine like this. he looked up and saw him silently crying, tears running down the sides of his face. he wiped blaine's tears, and sat up a little.

"i'm so sorry, kurt."

"i wish you would've called me before you did it. so then i could help."

"you were at work. i didn't want to bother you."

"you're more important to me than any job."

"i'm sorry," blaine repeated.

"i already told you it's okay. i'm not mad at you. i'm a little disappointed," kurt looked over, and blaine let out another sob. instinctively, kurt held blaine in his arms. "it's okay though, sweetheart. i promise."

kurt laid down fully, and blaine rested his head on kurt's chest. kurt started drawing random shapes into the small of blaine's back.

"i love you so much, kurt. i don't know what i did to deserve someone like you."

"i love you, too. i ask myself the same thing every day. you are so beautiful, blaine, i wish you wouldn't do that to yourself."

kurt and blaine finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning with blaine's wrists stinging, but his heart full of love.