Blaine attempted to calm himself down, his breathing was starting to come back to him in an even and deeper manner, and the tears had slowed down considerably. It was difficult, there was no doubt about it, but he still wanted to collect himself, maybe try to explain himself a little. Though of course that brought it’s own fearful feeling, because he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say exactly why he had bolted out of the car to cry alongside the road. There was so much that Kurt just had absolutely no idea about, and the musician was fairly certain that the same went vice versa as well. But Kurt wasn’t the one curled up in a ball with tears running down his face…I am. Honestly he would have felt embarrassed for his state at that moment, but the emotional pain was too great for him to care all that much, he just wanted it gone. His chest still burned, even as his breaths became more drawn out and natural. But his thoughts still lingered over the actor because Blaine knew he trusted him, even if it wasn’t readily apparent, what with him keeping the entirety of his past to himself. Though why wouldn’t he? He hadn’t told anybody else, this was five years ago, and even though it may have seemed like such a long time, the pain and hurt still felt like it was only yesterday, not to mention that he could remember every single last memory as though time hadn’t passed at all.

But here was Kurt…not judging him in the slightest, or pretending like he knew what was going on. He hadn’t left, or stayed in the car and let him be utterly depressed on his own…he was right there, kneeling in front of him with the most heartfelt look of concern that Blaine had ever seen. And it felt nice, knowing that someone cared that much and would stick around to make sure he was alright. For that reason, as well as the gentle touch against his hand - to which Blaine automatically slipped his hand into the other’s, holding it tightly as though it would keep him together - he had decided that it was time for him to let it out, talk about it, open up to truly the only real friend he had. He gave the actor a small smile as he wiped away the tears from his face with one of the tissues, mumbling a polite, barely audible, “Thanks,” before he climbed to his feet with the help of Kurt’s hand. Blaine let his hand fall from the drama major’s as he ran them along his pants, trying to relieve them of some of the dust and dirt that had clung unattractively to them. After a moment, and well needed deep breath, he made his way over to the back of the Jeep and pulled himself into a sitting position beside Kurt, the space between them minimal because he liked having him close without pushing any boundaries. “You know you don’t have to do that…I know how hard it is to talk about some things, and I’d feel awful asking you about your past if it would make you uncomfortable. I’m not going to push you, Kurt, I promise. Just the knowledge of you wanting to be honest is good enough for me, and if you want to say something about it then I’m always willing to listen.” Blaine managed a more exhausted version of his natural smile, glancing over at him with his head tilted before he reached his hand over, palm up with the backside resting against Kurt’s pant leg. “I suppose I should finally tell someone…and I can’t think of a better individual to tell then you.”

Kurt knew fine well what holding back on emotions like this could do to someone. He’d been in this sort of position himself before completely breaking down on his Dad’s shoulder after a day too many of the same thing happening over and over. He wasn’t going to lie, if anyone asked him about his high school experience he wasn’t going to say it was fantastic or the best years of his life because it couldn’t have been further from that. They were miserable, lonely, painful. Everything about them, the fact he could relate to no one, the fact no one wanted anything to do with him, feeling like he was loving someone and not being able to act on it. It was stupid, but he kept it all bottled up, put on a brave face for his dad because he worried enough as it was and adding Kurt’s petty teenage problems to his list of things to worry about just wasn’t fair in the slightest. He knew that there was only so much someone could take and he completely wished he could just remove all that hurt and sadness out of Blaine’s life because the musician didn’t deserve any of it. He was the sweetest guy Kurt had ever met, he didn’t judge anyone and although he occasionally acted or said things irrationally without thinking, Kurt was fairly sure he’d never hurt anyone intentionally. He let his eyelashes dust over his cheek bones, feeling more in control of himself, more calm, now that he’d managed to get Blaine from the side of the road. Although it wasn’t entirely safe to be sat in the car at the side of the road, it was a lot safer than sitting there in person. He gave Blaine a small smile, resting his palm flat against the musician’s for a moment before lightly curling his fingers around the hand. Sure his own quick recovery time was frightening him, but he wasn’t selfish enough to dwell on his own issues when he knew Blaine was more in need of someone there with him; he’d just deal with his own problems at a later date.

“I want to.” The actor replied quickly and softly, squeezing their hands and taking comfort in the closeness once more. He did feel better when things were easier with them, that they didn’t have to constantly worry if oh god, can I hold his hand - I want to but… that might be what I should do right now or I’m sitting a bit close… I’m very close in fact as Kurt frequently did with a lot of people. “I want you to feel like you can ask me anything, you can trust anything I say in response to them and that I’m not hiding anything from you.” Kurt’s voice was incredibly calm, as was his exterior. The quiet words soothing promises that he had no intentions of breaking because this was necessary. They needed this, whether they remained friends or turned into something which frightened Kurt, they needed to know that they had someone they could run to when they needed to. Seeing the slight smile on Blaine’s face caused Kurt to shift, leaning in closer to the musician and letting his other hand lightly rest against Blaine’s arm. “You don’t have to tell me everything right now, Blaine, if you don’t want to. I’ll listen to anything you want to get off your chest at any point in the day, no matter what day it is. I’m just a phone call away with food and a decent movie.” He gave a reassuring smile, carefully looking over Blaine’s face and suppressing the slight sigh he felt. Blaine looked tired, exhausted even, his eyes were still red, his face was pale even in the dim light of the central light of the car and Kurt honestly couldn’t fight against the need to pull him into a hug any longer if he stayed how he was. That was something he was going to let Blaine initiate since he was still pretty fragile and the actor wasn’t sure how Blaine reacted to physical contact which he didn’t initiate himself in this state. Therefore, he sat back up, keeping the smile on his face as he distanced himself a little, keeping his eyes fixed on Blaine. “I’m always here for you, from now on. I promise. Not matter what.”