A.N. I am sad to announce this is the last chapter. It's so silly, it's only a fanfic but I've been getting so much support for it that it's sort of gutting for me to end the story here. I've been putting it off, to be honest… Okay so for this last part I was heavily influenced by of Fable 2, since I imagine the atmosphere of my perfect 'dream world' to be similar to the setting of the game. I also have my friend Jen to thank since I had no idea what to write and she helped me brainstorm until I had something I was okay with.

If you do like this chapter (and I really hope you do!), please go check out my new story 'A Little Unwell'. Also, if you have any requests for Klaine stories you want to see then send me a message. As always please enjoy and review – even just to tell me you hated it!

Take My Hand

The sunlight was so glaring, Kurt held up his arm to try and block some of it out. It was so strange…it was so bright yet his eyes didn't hurt at all. He tried looking around him but everything was coming into view so slowly.

'Hey, Kurt!'

Someone was calling his name. His surroundings became visible almost instantly. He was standing in a small field – no, a garden – with a warm summer breeze catching through his fingertips as if gently urging him forward. There was a cottage behind him letting out a steady stream of smoke into the otherwise spotless blue sky. To his left he could see a large oak tree with a swing dangling from a branch on which Rachel perched. Finn was pushing her, both of them laughing so happily. Kurt wasn't sure why but they seemed to be moving in slow motion. Maybe it's just me, Kurt thought. He smiled at them and let the soft wind guide him out of the garden and onto a dirt path. It was obvious he was out in the deep countryside as there didn't seem to be any other houses around, only trees and fields. A warm evening glow resonated from everything so much so Kurt couldn't help but feel overwhelmingly safe and relaxed. As he passed another vast pasture he saw his dad and his mother in law lying in a bed of sunflowers. They were talking about something which made them smile and they gave Kurt a wave to which he returned.

The pathway he had been following was coming up to a crossroads but he hadn't noticed until he heard the faint trickle of a stream. Up ahead one path winded to follow a small river adjacent to the fields, the other led straight onto a little stone bridge which would carry Kurt over the water and onto land he could not see for some reason. He was deeply curious as to what was over there but his curiosity was short-lived when he saw a figure leaning on one side of the bridge.

'Blaine?' Kurt called, finding his voice sounded so floaty and faraway. He stepped up to where his path ended but did not understand why his feet would not take him futher.

The figure on the bridge turned and slowly walked towards him. After a few seconds Blaine's grinning face came into view. 'Baby, there you are. I was wondering how long it would take you to get here.' He looked perfect; too perfect to be human. His beauty was so striking and his gaze was so loving that Kurt felt a shiver – but also a chill.

'Where are we?' Kurt asked. He felt stupid as if he should have known himself but as he took another sweeping look around he knew that wherever this was he had never been here before. Yet it seemed a little familiar.

Fortunately, Blaine didn't seem to mind Kurt's ignorance. 'This is your place, Kurt.' He said simply. 'This is where everything is right. Isn't it beautiful? You did a good job when you thought this up.'

Kurt gasped. 'I-I created this?' He wasn't sure what was going on but Blaine's words vibrated through him and somehow part of it made sense. This must be his heaven.

'Not heaven, baby,' Blaine corrected, as if hearing Kurt's thoughts. 'Just your…place. In here.' He tapped the side of his head. 'This is where you choose.'

'Choose?' Kurt repeated vaguely. He was still looking around him but turned back to the boy on the bridge when he felt there was something else in his love's voice.

Blaine nodded. His loving gaze had become more serious. Kurt now began to wonder why it was that he seemed unable to step onto the bridge and Blaine seemed to be unable to step off. 'You have to choose what you feel.' He then outstretched his hand for Kurt's. 'You either stay here, or you come with me.'

Kurt looked up at him, then down at his offering hand, then to the other side of the bridge where everything was hidden in a white mist. He then understood. Blaine would take him over there, if that's what he wanted. He didn't know what was there, nor did he know what was to become of him if he chose to accept or reject Blaine's hand. 'I-I have to choose now?'

Blaine nodded. 'You decided on something. You know you did. Now it's time to show you mean it. Take my hand, Kurt.' Kurt felt himself grow colder. He looked around him. Finn and Rachel had stopped playing on the swing and now were under the tree watching him, expressionless. In the field of sunflowers, Burt and Carole stood watching him too. They were waiting for him to choose. 'Kurt. It's time.'

Feeling his throat catch, Kurt tried not to cry as he looked back at the beautiful boy on the bridge. He knew what he had to do. He had to show he was stronger and ready to fight back. He looked at Blaine's hand sadly. 'There was a time I would have grabbed your hand and never looked back.

Blaine nodded. 'I know.'

'But now…I don't feel it anymore – those feelings…' Kurt's eyes met Blaine's. 'I don't love you anymore.' He wasn't even surprised when Blaine's face broke out into a weak smile. 'And I don't want to live the way I had.' He took a step backwards away from the bridge and Blaine's offering hand. 'I can't go with you. You know that.'

Blaine nodded again. His hand dropped to his side. 'I do. And now, so do you. Now all that's left for you to do…is wake up.'

'Wake up?' Kurt asked, confused. The sunlight was getting bright again and Blaine was becoming less and less visible. The last he saw of him was the smile on his face.

'Wake up, Kurt.'

'Wake up, Kurt…please…'

The first thing Kurt felt after hearing those words was pain. Immense physical pain. His whole body throbbed in agony and it was so severe even trying to remain still caused him to wince. He wondered what was going on. Even though his eyes were closed he could still make out the too-bright light above his head. He groaned heavily and risked the pain to turn his head away.

'Kurt? Oh-Oh my god – NURSE!'

Kurt could have sworn that was his dad's voice. The knowledge his dad was there made his eyes flutter open. The room he was in spun dangerously and he was glad he seemed to be in a bed otherwise he would have fallen into a wall or something. He tried to move his hand but found it trapped within another set of hands much larger than his. It was his dad's.

'Dad?'

Burt's face was red and blotchy but full of weeping happiness. 'Kurt, son, yeah it's me. It's me and I'm here, okay?'

Kurt winced as he tried to sit up. He couldn't. 'Where…?'

'You're in the hospital, Kurt. Not the one in Lima but you'll be moved there real soon.' Burt wiped his tears away clumsily. 'It's all ok now. Everything's going to be fine.'

Kurt stared at him and then smiled. He knew he was right.

Santana made sure no one was looking before she wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans. She was so nervous only she didn't know why. No, of course she knew why. Kurt was awake now and she, Dillon and Finn were only minutes away from being allowed to see him. Further down the waiting hall, Finn was looking equally as nervous but his eyes were so determined that she couldn't help but feel some affection for him. She'd never tell him, of course, as he still technically was the flabby ex-quarterback who was the subject of her many rants of ridicule. Dillon was the only one who looked calm and composed sitting a few chairs down from Santana holding a three-hour old cup of stone cold coffee. That, she understood. None of them had had much of an appetite since they heard the news that Kurt woke up. He had been out of it for almost two weeks and Santana had shamefully given up some hope for him.

'You can go in now. He's ready for you.' A nurse announced, bringing Santana out of her guilty thoughts. 'Keep it light and short. He's still very weak.'

As they entered the room, Santana almost gasped. She had sat with Kurt for hours when he was unconscious but the sight of seeing him sitting up and looking around at them made her want to burst into tears. God, sometimes she was such a girl…

Fortunately, Finn broke the ice. 'Hey buddy.' He said in a soft, unthreatening voice. 'The nurse says we've to keep it short since you're still weak and all. I just think you're being a lazy asshole. You've been snoozing too much lately.'

Kurt chuckled at the lame attempt at a joke. 'I'd say 'takes one to know one', Finn, but it would take you too long to figure out what I was insinuating.' Finn laughed and gave Kurt a delicate hug so as to not hurt him. 'So…how does one normally go around thanking his saviors?'

The question was light-hearted but the heaviness of the situation he was referring to was great. Dillon shrugged. 'I guess you could spare a few dollars so we can go buy a burger or something…'

'What he means is,' Santana interrupted, placing her hand over Dillon's mouth. Both Kurt and Finn laughed. 'you can thank us by getting better.'

'Sure, that's what he meant.' Kurt rolled his eyes comically.

They sat for well over an hour, despite the head nurses futile attempts to make the visitors leave. They talked about the fact Kurt was making great progress and would be fit for transferring to a hospital back in Lima in no time. They then talked about all the people who wished Kurt a speedy recovery. They then spoke about the promise Burt made to take the family on that trip to Hawaii at last once Kurt was able. Not once, though, was Blaine mentioned. They all knew where he was. A couple of them believed the prison cell he was no doubt curled up in was too good for him. Of course, this time round there was no chance of release anytime soon, no matter how many strings the Anderson family tried to pull. All across the nation, newsstands branded Blaine's actions as atrocious and insanely twisted – there was no way to sneak him out of a guilty verdict. Kurt would have to testify, they knew, but Kurt appreciated the fact no one was making him talk about it just yet. The focus at that moment was for Kurt to heal well and to know everyone who loved him was there at his side.

After a tiring but heart-warming hour, though, the nurse finally insisted Kurt be left to recuperate from 'all the excitement' his visitors gave him. Finn leaned in and held his brother for many long moments before murmuring his goodbye. Kurt didn't know exactly what went on after Finn found them but he could tell whatever happened it effected Finn greatly. He wondered if maybe it was Finn who took Blaine down, but didn't dare ask. Dillon gave him a silly wink and messed up his hair as a goodbye before promising to bring him some 'decent reading material' when he was next allowed in.

As Kurt smiled at the two boys leaving his room, Santana silently stepped up to his side. He turned his face to gaze at her. 'I promise I'll look more presentable next time,' he said humorously.

Santana smiled, taking his hand. 'You better. But, Kurt, there's something I wanted to ask you.' She took a deep breath and sat on the bedside. Truthfully, Kurt's attitude had thrown her. She remembered the way he had been closed off and jumpy after the attack last year but now he just seemed…fine. He had been beaten worse than anyone had feared and the doctors hadn't been sure if he would last the day when he had been rushed into the emergency room. But yet, here he was, propped up on a stupid amount of hospital pillows wearing a tranquil and peaceful smile as if he hadn't a problem in the world. It just didn't sit right. 'Kurt, are you okay?'

Kurt nodded and squeezed her hand reassuringly. 'I'm fine. I know it's hard to believe but…since I woke up the other day all I've been doing is thinking about it all. And…I'm resolved. I feel okay.'

'But you went through so much…' Santana cursed the fact her voice became so small and betrayed the fact she was coming close to tears. 'How can you be okay with all that?'

She got a shrug in response. 'Maybe it's the drugs.' He laughed and then shook his head. 'I guess it's just the completion of it all. I know it's over. Not just the situation, but that part of my life. I know, I know, it won't ever really be over. But me…something's changed.'

Santana didn't understand and part of her was quite willing to believe it was the drugs. 'Kurt, you know what this justice system is like. There's every chance he'll walk free in a matter of years. I've looked it up. He could potentially be released in five years.'

'Then that's five years I'll have to prepare myself.' For someone so physically feeble, Kurt's tone was a lot stronger than Santana's. 'I've experienced fear beyond what I thought possible. I told myself so many times that I was going to die. I felt pain so deep and intense that it passed the realm of comprehension – but Santana, I'm still here. And in five years if he is released I will be ready.' He squeezed her hand again. 'I have you guys around me.'

Santana finally smiled back. No, she didn't understand why Kurt was so okay but she was now willing to let him be. He was right. He would never be left alone again. Blaine would never be allowed anywhere near him again. 'Alright then.' She sighed and kissed Kurt's forehead. They gazed at each other for a few long moments before finally she made to leave. Just as she began to close the door, however, she had one last question to ask. 'Kurt…remember when I asked you if you still loved Blaine?' Kurt nodded. 'It was after what he did to you before. And you said 'sometimes'.'

'I remember.'

Santana bit her lip. 'Well…what about now? Do you have any of those feelings?'

Kurt's eyes closed sadly but he did not shy away from the answer. 'No. The feelings I have for Blaine have no trace of love in them whatsoever.'

Santana stared until she knew he wasn't lying. Nodding, she gave a small smile. 'Okay. I'll see you later.'

Kurt waved her away and then lay back down on the hospital bed. He knew he had worried her with his calm exterior but truthfully he didn't have it in him to feel any differently. That dream he had right before he woke up… He wasn't sure where it came from, and he deeply doubted it was any more than a simple creation of his puzzled mind, but it gave him something he didn't have before. Confidence. Self-belief. Hope. Blaine had beaten all of that out of him but yet he himself gave it all back.

Blaine…

One day Kurt would be told – probably by an officer or some official via a telephone call –that Blaine was going to be free again and he would have to accept it. Unlike Blaine, Kurt knew it was impossible to try and lock him away indefinitely. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. One day it would happen and Kurt wanted to be ready for it. Perhaps he would go somewhere he could feel safe? Maybe he'd want to confront Blaine after the years of healing it would take? He couldn't know how he would feel but one thing was for sure.

He wasn't going to be afraid. He wasn't going to lose himself because of that boy. He was going to be strong enough to cope and even stronger to battle through it.

'I'm gonna be okay.' He told himself aloud as his eyes looked out at the moon through a window. 'I'm going to be fine.'

Several hundred miles away, in a small cramped room, Blaine sat watching the moon. The glow. The paleness. The way it looked so small he thought he could maybe reach out and crush it with his hand. It was just like Kurt. He wondered if his love was still in hospital. Yes, he probably was. He bruised so easily it would be unfair to assume the boy could recover from worse so quickly.

His beautiful, delicate Kurt. Blaine leaned back against the cell wall and ran his hand through his head of untamed curls pretending the hand belonged to the boy he loved so much. Kurt's words had been playing on his mind so much these past few days. It was probably due to the fact he hadn't been allowed any visitors and his court team were busy working on his defence plea so he had spent most hours alone with nothing else to do but think.

He went too far, he knew that. There was a stabbing pain in his heart when he remembered what he did to Kurt that day in the cabin. In fact nearly everything he did over the last few months sent him into an emotional roller-coaster of regret. How could he have done all of that?

'Love.' He said out loud. It felt odd speaking to himself in the empty room but Blaine pushed it aside. 'I did it for love.'

Kurt claimed he didn't love him. Blaine couldn't let himself believe it. They were meant to be together only Blaine made a mess of their relationship. But Kurt would forgive him, right? He had to. Blaine was willing to wait. Kurt would forgive him. Then, once Blaine was free again, they could try again.

Yes. They would try again. Kurt would want that, Blaine believed. Kurt was so weak - he needed someone like Blaine to look after him. He needed Blaine, and Blaine needed him. But what if Kurt didn't see it that way? Blaine shook his head viciously. No, that wouldn't happen.

'Kurt and I are meant to be.' He murmured confidently to the moon in the sky. 'We'll be together one day. I just know it. Kurt is mine.'

End

A.N. Waaaaaa! I am so upset; this is it! Yes, with this ending there it is possible to have a threequel but as of right now this story is at its end. Thank you so much for reading this far, especially if you started with 'I Won't Hurt You'. You guys are so awesome! I love all your comments and it's helped so much in getting this story to its close. If you are interested, go check out my new dark!Klaine story 'A Little Unwell' and don't forget to review this chapter before you go!