Kurt found Blaine’s hand and gripped it tightly as he curled himself over Blaine’s torso and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Blaine, please, don’t– don’t – “
He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bear to think of what it would mean if he put the words out there into reality and gave them the chance of becoming true. The thump of more footsteps rushing towards them, and the bright flash of a light only made the boy he was staring down at look worse, more lifeless and bruised. More damaged and helpless than Kurt had every wanted to picture him.
The fingers in Kurt’s hand twitched slightly as the gasping sobs started rattling in his chest. This wasn’t how they were going to say goodbye, not now, not tonight, not ever. He wasn’t ready for it. (x)