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Prologue

The crash came suddenly. Blaine and Charlie were on their way out to celebrate their anniversary when it happened. The truck blared it's horn. Blaine tried to swerve, but it was too late.

It was all happening so fast. Blaine was covered in Charlie's blood as they ran the stretcher down the hallway.

They asked questions to Blaine, but he could barely answer them. He was in shock.

He remembered pacing across the waiting room during that night, praying for some kind of miracle. He never was the praying type, but he was desperate.

"Please, please, please," he begged softly over and over. His face still had dry blood on him. He didn't care. He looked up and saw the doctor walk closer to the waiting room and he knew the answer even before the doctor had said anything.

"It's going to be okay, Kurt," Carol said soothingly as she wiped Kurt's hair from his face. Kurt smiled, the medication slowly kicking in.

"I know it will be, Carol. You don't have to stay." He patted his stepmother's arms.

"Of course I do! And don't worry, your father will be back soon. He just had to close up the shop really quick."

"I know, it's okay. I'm not scared," Kurt assured her. "We all knew I'd be needing a new heart soon."

"I just wished it wasn't this soon," sighed Carol and kissed his forehead. "You are so brave, sweetie."

"Just think of all the things you'll get to do when you get a new heart," Finn added with a grin, trying to release the tension. "You can go horse back riding, rock climbing, biking...cross country..."

"And since when have any of those things have interested me?" teased Kurt which caused both Finn and Carol to laugh. Burt came back in the room.

"I wasn't sure if I would get a chance to see you off," he said, looking relieved.

"Come on dad, you're acting like I'm going off to war," said Kurt with a smile and Burt feebly smiled back. Kurt was handling this so so much better than any of them. He was so much stronger. He couldn't help but think of the last time he was in a hospital. When Kurt's mother was on her deathbed. That couldn't happen to Kurt too. He smiled.

"I guess it kind of feels that way for me," he admitted.

"You're saying surgery is like a battlefield? Way to make me feel comfortable," said Kurt, but then regretted the teasing with the look on his father's face. "Come on dad, I was joking..."

"I know you were," sighed Burt. "And I know you'll be fine...that doesn't stop me from worrying. I can't help it. That's partly what being a father is all about. Worrying."

Kurt nodded.

"Just try not and worry TOO much okay? It's not healthy."

Burt laughed.

"You're about to go into surgery and you are worried about MY health?"

"I mean it," said Kurt.

"I'll look out for him," Finn assured Kurt. Kurt nodded. His nurse came in.

"It's time," she said quietly. Burt looked at his son, and tears sprang from his eyes.

"It's going to be okay dad," said Kurt quickly, trying not to cry. Burt hugged Kurt tightly and both of them held each other in a tight embrace before another nurse came in and both of them wheeled Kurt out of the room. As he did so Carol and Finn quickly hugged him as also.

"We'll be waiting for you as soon as you wake up, sweetie," Carol called out as they wheeled him away. He nodded.

"Kurt?" Burt shouted suddenly and Kurt raised his head weakly.

"Yeah, dad?"

"I love you, son."

"I love you too,dad."

The old heart was slowly removed from the young man's chest. As the new heart started to beat inside of him no one had any idea how special that heart was. And how much it would change everything and everyone.