I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XXIX

"Kurt, can we talk?"

Kurt looked up, setting his book aside and smiling. "We can always talk, Blaine. What's up?"

Blaine sat next to him. "I mean, there's no good way to say this..." He caught Kurt's worried look. "I'm not breaking up with you or anything like that. Don't worry."

"Go on, then," Kurt said, looking relieved.

"It's... You remember that conversation we had a while back? December first?"

He looked down at his lap. "I remember that," he said abashedly.

"Kurt, you don't have to be embarrassed," Blaine said, taking his hand. "I love you, okay? And I want to help you."

"Okay." Kurt's voice was nearly a whisper.

Blaine hesitated before continuing. "I want to help you, but I don't think I can."

Kurt looked up at him, eyes wide. Blaine spoke again before he could say anything- or, worse yet, cry.

"It's not because I don't want to. I really want to. I'm just not the right person, I don't know anything about this." Blaine took in a deep breath. He wasn't sure how Kurt would react. "I think you should see someone."

Then he waited. For an explosion, waterworks, or whatever else was to come.

"See... someone...?" Kurt repeated slowly.

Blaine swallowed. "Like a specialist. Someone who can help you."

"A specialist," he echoed. There was a pause which seemed like hours. "Blaine... I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't."

Kurt stood as if to leave, but Blaine stood with him. "You can't?" he asked.

"I can't. I'll try to get better, okay? I don't need a doctor. I can't see a specialist."

He nodded. "Maybe some research, then? So we know how you can get better?"

Kurt smiled, kissing him. "Sounds like a plan."