Al couldn’t believe it. He was alone in this world. His world had fallen apart over two years ago when his daughter had gone missing and shown up dead three weeks later but he had started to recover. It had been with the help of his two friends Chloe and Seb that Al had come out of a dark depression and started to live again. He had attempted to take his own life once but Seb had shown up just in time. It wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be. Since that say he had been on constant Seb and Chloe watch.

Not anymore.

The Regime had been after the Weasley girl and her ex-Regime lover for years now but Al never thought that anyone could catch up with Seb and Chloe. Chloe had always been so invincible and Seb knew how to quickly disappear. The two of them had kept Al safe and alive all of these years that he had never imagined that either one of them could get hurt.

The worst part of it was that two days ago Chloe had found out she was pregnant. Their first child. They weren’t even married yet. Of course Al was sure that Seb would have to do quite a bit of convincing to get Chloe to walk down the aisle. She wasn’t a white dress kind of girl. Still, if anyone could have convinced her to tie the knot it was Seb. The two of them were meant for each other and Al had known that before they did. 

Looking at the picture of them on his desk at home Al knew it was over for him. No one else matter now; his two best friends were dead. The two of them had been tortured and slaughtered in their home. He had been the one to find them. It had become so irregular for Chloe and Seb to let him go more than twenty four hours without seeing him so when they hadn’t shown up in two days he had went to find them.

There was so much blood. He was still covered in it now. As his hand reached and touched the picture he smeared some over their faces by accident. Immediately Al gave into tears. It didn’t last long though. He got off of his knees and went into the desk drawer. Seb would have killed him if he had seen that Al kept a gun here but he didn’t care anymore. There wasn’t anything left to care for. All there was was pain.

But one shot and the pain was gone.

"What are you trying to tell me Blaine?"

Devin was sitting on his bed waiting for his friend to spit out what he had been trying to say for the past thirty minutes. Blaine had been crying and he was finally calm enough to speak but he wasn’t explaining. Devin needed to know what was wrong so he could help him.

Blaine hesitated. What he had to tell Devin was not something easy. It was life changing and Blaine was thankful that Cooper had been around to walk him through it all but it was about time he involved Devin. “Dev…I…you’re my best friend and this isn’t going to be easy bu-” the words didn’t seem to form on his mouth so he broke into a bit of a tear fest again. He hadn’t stopped crying for days now but this had been going on for weeks. It was the confirmation that his life was now ruined and over that sent him over the edge.  

"Blaine. Stop it. Spit it out." Devin didn’t understand what was going on. He had come home and found Blaine crying in his apartment. He hadn’t seen him like this since Kurt had left him and moved to California. That had been eight months ago and yet Blaine was here again bawling his eyes out.

Blaine stood there and stared at his friend. It wasn’t working. He should have brought Coop with him, Cooper could have told Devin. No. This was his battle to fight and Blaine was going to have to be brave through this. Courage. Just that thought had him in tears again. It was back in high school when he had been at Dalton that he had sent that word to Kurt. Where was Kurt now? If Kurt was here he wouldn’t be in this mess.

"Blaine, come on, talk to me," Devin’s voice sounded again before the silence lingered some more. You could hear a pin drop but Devin didn’t have one so the silence was all they had. Suddenly Blaine took in a sharp breath and said what he needed to.

"I’m HIV positive." 

HIV. How? What? Why? The questions flew through Devin’s mind and he just stared at Blaine as if this was some sort of nightmare. His friend had a disease that had killed many and continued to kill many. Yes, the drugs had certainly gotten better but this would no doubt change Blaine’s life forever. But this wasn’t like Blaine. How could something like this happen?

"I got drunk, I missed Kurt and there was a guy…and I…I wasn’t thinking," Blaine started to cry once again. It was awful that this was all part of a stupid mistake. He would never see the guy again and now he had a disease from him. "I’m scared Dev," 

"So am I."