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HELLO I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE… I've been touring colleges in the East Coast the weekend that school got out (I wrote the first half before school ended and am writing the second half in the car to the airport sigh.) and spent my last days at home pacing and getting the house ready for my younger sisters' graduation party. Then of course I had to get inspiration for ANOTHER storyline which is a WIP just sitting on my desktop waiting to be finished so keep an eye out for that! Once To Fall In Love Again and Meeting You Again get longer, I'll make them separate stories I promise.

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Here's the wonderful angsty second installment of To Fall In Love Again!

Just some clarification: Kurt and Blaine live with Rachel and Mercedes in their New York loft, but Blaine's parents have a small apartment in Lima for Kurt and Blaine to stay in when they come back home.

Not too much Blaine in this chapter, but I'll make up for it in the next one. My writing just tends to want to write Kurt's side of this a lot, because I understand it better. It'll be interesting to see how Rachel and Mercedes are involved later on...

***For the song, regular italics is Rachel, bold is Mercedes, both of them/the three of them (when Kurt joins in) are bold italics***


And here's what you missed on To Fall In Love Again! (hehe)

Kurt and Blaine seem absolutely broken, as in broken up. But what caused this? Kurt's on a plane back to New York, and he hasn't stopped crying since he got on the plane. Ouch. Blaine blacked out and injured himself, hopefully he's okay.

Burt's super worried about his son but he knew not to press Kurt for details yet, but how long will Burt wait before murdering Blaine? And will he be accompanied by Mercedes and Rachel? Speaking of them, how will Kurt and Blaine's friends react to this?
And that's what you missed on To Fall In Love Again!

"Enjoy your life Blaine." Kurt turned around to open the door, when suddenly the floor broke open with a loud crack, and he fell screaming into nothingness.
"KURT!" Blaine cried. He couldn't move. All he could do was yell and cry and listen as the sound of Kurt's screams grew farther and farther away, until a terrible silence fell over the room.

Blaine was screaming too. He couldn't hear himself. With one last desperate attempt to throw himself over the edge of the cracked wood to go after Kurt, he let out a heart-wrenching sob.


Blaine sat up suddenly and found himself screaming silently. His head was pounding, and he lay down for a moment, catching his breath in shock of the vivid nightmare. The tears were fresh on his face. Still numb, he turned to the side, hoping with all his heart to see his beautiful boyfriend sleeping safely next to him.

All Blaine saw was darkness.

His eyes slowly adjusted, and he made out the fuzzy shape of the stair banisters. He started to feel the ache in his back, and realized he was lying on the floor.

What the… Why am I down here…?

In that moment, a tidal wave crashed over Blaine. He reeled back, his back hitting the wall, as the flood of memories came back.

Shit. Kurt.

He nearly screamed as he tried to stand up, cringing at the loud throbbing in his head and the piercing pain on his knee and elbow. Wincing, Blaine reached his hand around to gently press his fingers on the back of his head, crying out at the sharp pain the light touch caused.

Bracing himself this time, he grabbed the banister and pulled himself up, then dragged his body over to the kitchen. The light nearly blinded him as he opened the freezer, grabbing an ice pack before gingerly sitting down at the dining table. He held the ice pack to his head, trying to ignore the fresh waves of pain.

Finally deeming that his head was not in need of a medical examination, he allowed himself to let the pain in. The emotional pain.

What am I going to do?

Blaine didn't know what was worse, his dream or his life. Having to live with the fact that he didn't save Kurt, or having to live knowing he had lost the only thing that mattered. That he had caused all the pain, the everlasting pain, because of one stupid decision.

What was worse, forever living with the pain? ...Or dying?

"Oh my God," Blaine said out loud, to no one in particular, "I need to find Kurt. I need to make him listen to me."

I have to know I tried. I have to know that I did everything humanly possible.

Blaine needed to only think for a moment, before figuring out where Kurt could have gone. He wouldn't have gone to Burt and Carole's house; they would demand to know what was wrong and Kurt would have wanted to collect himself in private.

Of course. New York.

Good thing I was planning to go back before him.

He glanced up at the clock.

3:00 a.m… I've been out for twelve hours.

Oh crap. My flight is in an hour.

Blaine leapt into action, all injuries forgotten. He raced upstairs to his bedroom, grabbing his neatly packed suitcase. Looking up, he saw Kurt's design notebook lying on the bed. Blaine placed it carefully in his suitcase, thinking that at least he'd have a legitimate excuse to catch Kurt at work if the need arose.

I can't lose him.

He ignored the voice telling him that he already had.

"What if she starts dreaming that she's in the clouds and realizes she's actually there? Like her mind controls the real world?"

Rachel thought for a moment, and grinned. "Perfect. I'll run the idea by Blaine later, but that works pretty well into the plot."

"Of course it does," Mercedes agreed, "I thought it up."

Both girls laughed before turning back to the their work on the papers in front of them on the kitchen table.

Mercedes sighed. "If I do this tour right after releasing the album, I won't have free time in months. How am I going to visit Sam in L.A.?"

"You guys will make it work. You always have." Rachel answered with a reassuring smile, peering over her laptop.

Re-reading the section she had just written, Rachel suddenly felt hungry, and glanced at the time. Opening her mouth, she began, "Hey Mercedes, wanna order some piz-"

Her question was interrupted by the sound of the door being slid open then closed, and a loud sigh as a body settled its weight onto the couch.

Mercedes raised her eyebrows at Rachel curiously. "Blaine? But I thought he was coming back later?" she mouthed.

Rachel shook her head and shrugged. "Sounded like Kurt." she mouthed back.

"...Kurt?" Mercedes asked aloud, standing up simultaneously with Rachel and peering around the wall. Both girls' eyes widened at the sight, taking in his appearance.

Kurt was slumped over the couch with his shoes still one, face buried in a pillow. His usually perfectly coiffed hair was completely disheveled beyond saving and his clothes were wrinkled. A pile of Vogue magazines lay in a heap on the floor, the covers of which looked as if they had been drenched in water then left to dry and wrinkle.

He mumbled an incoherent response into the pillow, before rolling over onto his back, still holding the pillow atop his face. His body was trembling, no doubt from crying.

Rachel slowly walked over and sat down gingerly next to his head, rubbing his arm and making soothing sounds. Mercedes followed her, sitting on the arm of the couch and lacing her hands with Kurt. The two shot each other concerned glances. The last time they had seen Kurt like this was when he had gotten the call about Finn-

Rachel's eyes closed tightly and her breath hitched slightly, wincing at the pang in her heart that always came with the thought of Finn. Not now. Kurt needs you. She pushed down the feeling, and took a deep breath. "Kurt? I'm going to take this pillow off, okay?"

When Kurt didn't respond, the pair gently pulled the pillow from his face. His eyes were rimmed with red, looking glassy and fragile. The porcelain skin he was known so well for was splotchy and swollen, and dried tear tracks stained his cheeks.

Against her will, Mercedes gasped. "Oh Kurt… What happened?"

Kurt opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat, finally rasping out a single word. "Blaine."

The two girls' eyes widened, immediately assuming the worst.

"Blaine? You mean he… He's…" Rachel trailed off, unable to finish the sentence but able to finish the thought.

Kurt shook his head forcefully, knowing what his two best friends had to be thinking. "No, he's not dead. But… He… We…" He paused for a moment, summoning the strength to say the first words of what had happened. "We… Broke up. And as you can see," Kurt added with a forced laugh, gesturing to his uncomposed self, "it was not a clean break. In other circumstances, I never would have left the bathroom looking like this."

...And there's the dry humor. This is really not good.

Rachel opened her mouth, predictably to ask what exactly had happened. Kurt looked at her, and answered her question before she could get a word out. "He cheated on me," he said flatly, "I caught him making out behind a tree next to his parents' house."

Rachel felt her heart break just looking at Kurt. She gently nudged Kurt to ask him to sit up, and leaned in to wrap her arms around him tightly. Kurt buried his head in her shoulder, sniffling slightly.

Mercedes sat, letting the two hug for a few moments before holding Kurt close. Both of their arms around their best friend, the two girls looked each other; one pair of eyes full of heartbreak and sadness, and the other burning with a fiery anger.

No one gets to hurt my boy like this. No one. I am going to cut Blaine.

"I can't, I just can't believe Blaine would do something like this. Of all the people… You two were so happy together-"

Mercedes shot Rachel a look, warning her to talk about something else. "Not the time right now, do you want to make him feel worse?" she said with her eyes.

Rachel cleared her throat. "Um. Right. Kurt, you of all people don't need him. You're one of the strongest people I know."

Kurt didn't respond, staring ahead blankly as he pulled away from the hug. Mercedes sat down on the other side of him, leaning her head on his shoulder and holding the hand Rachel wasn't gripping. The trio sat in silence for what felt like forever; an endless bubble coursing with heartbreak and confusion, with anger and distrust, with comfort and sympathy.

Mercedes broke the silence, softly humming the instrumental introduction to a song the three were very familiar with. It was a song that brought back times of trouble and brokenness, and the feeling of warmth knowning that there was someone there, holding you.

Rachel recognized the song instantly, joining Mercedes, humming the harmony. A few measures passed, and she started to sing quietly.

You're not alone

Together we stand

I'll be by your side

You know I'll take your hand

Mercedes took over, Rachel quietly vocalizing the background part. They sang the song slower than usual, giving the song a raw depth to it that permeated the room.

When it gets cold

And it feels like the end

There's no place to go

You know I won't give in

No I won't give in

The two sang together, putting all their hurt for Kurt into their voices as they leaned on his shoulders, Kurt's head on Mercedes's.

Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you can say (nothing you can say)

Nothing you can do (nothing you can do)

There's no other way when it comes to the truth, so

Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Rachel and Mercedes stood up, releasing Kurt's hands. They stood up in front of him, turning to face him.

So far away

I wish you were here

Before it's too late

This could all disappear

Before the doors close

And it comes to an end

With you by my side, I will fight and defend

I'll fight and defend

Yeah, yeah

The brunette countertenor looked up at his two best friends, eyes bright. He felt tears well up in his eyes again from the pure sound of voices soaring through the air.

Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you can say (nothing you can say)

Nothing you can do (nothing you can do)

There's no other way when it comes to the truth, so

Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Kurt opened his eyes, taking Rachel and Mercedes hands as they gently pulled him up from the couch. He started to sing with them, knowing the words by heart.

(Kurt:) Hear me when I say, when I say I believe

Nothing's gonna change, nothing's gonna change destiny

Whatever's meant to be will work out perfectly

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…




Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through

Just stay strong

Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you

There's nothing you can say (nothing you can say)

Nothing you can do (nothing you can do)

There's no other way when it comes to the truth, so

Keep holding on

Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through…

The trio vocalized, voices fitting together perfectly in harmony. They stood together, hands clasped tightly.

Keep holding on….

Keep holding on….

(Kurt:) There's nothing you can say (Rachel and Mercedes: nothing you can say)

Nothing you can do (nothing you can do)

(All three:) There's no other way when it comes to the truth, so

Keep holding on

(Rachel and Mercedes:) Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through…

The song finished, voices echoing around the room. Kurt took a shaky breath, his eyes shining as he sat back down. He didn't have to say anything; the overwhelming emotion and gratitude was starkly visible on his pale face. He shut his eyes, breathing slowly. Out of nowhere, a thought came to him.

"Oh crap. My Navigator. I've got to call Dad and tell him-"

Mercedes stopped him, raising one hand, while the other already held her phone. "Way ahead of you. He just texted me to ask if you were okay because you weren't answering your phone, and that he and Carole drove your Navigator back from the airport already."

Kurt pulled out his phone from the mess of things lying askew on the floor next to his bag. He cursed again under his breath. Twenty-three missed calls. "I still have to call him though. He deserves an explanation. Not to mention an apology for making him so worried… He shouldn't be so stressed because of his heart condition. And Carole too…" Kurt groaned at the thought of having to say even a word what had happened again. "My body does not have enough water to withstand another bout of tears."

Rachel nodded slowly, her hand still gripping Kurt's. "You don't have to talk to him, not yet. At least rest first. You've been through a lot today."

"You can talk again when you're ready," Mercedes agreed. And I don't think Burt would handle this very well. I'm pretty sure he has a shotgun somewhere in his basement solely for this purpose.

Her voice softened as she looked into her best friend's dulled eyes. Kurt doesn't deserve to hurt like this, not after all he's been through. "Go change, then sleep out here, okay? Rachel and I will cook you something, and we can go shopping to take your mind off of things."

Kurt sighed again. I hope sighing isn't bad for your health, because then I'm in trouble. "Thanks girls," he replied, standing up unsteadily from the couch. "You two are amazing, you know that?"

Mercedes and Rachel both smiled sadly, wishing they could do more for Kurt, but stood up too and gave him a hug.

Kurt changed into pajamas, shutting his eyes tight to keep him from looking around the room he shared with Blaine, knowing that every memory would hurt so bad and he really didn't need that right now. He dragged himself back to the couch, where a fresh blanket and pillow were waiting for him. Collapsing, Kurt settled his worn-out body on the couch, feeling the weight of the day fall from his shoulders, and he relaxed. The room turned black as he pulled the blanket over his face, falling fast asleep.

*** Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne, sung on Glee S1E "" by the New Directions featuring Finn and Rachel and S5E "" by the New Directions and alumni featuring Puck ***

Whew. Our dear little Klaine. Like I said earlier, not much Blaine. We're just checking up on him and his poor probably-concussed head aw. Don't worry Blaine, I'll deal with that for you later *hugs*

More Blaine next chapter, so watch out for that!

Review and much appreciated and I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter in To Fall In Love Again!

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