Disclaimer: I don't own Glee; If I did there would be Hot KLAINE sex scenes and lots of tragedy...

Warnings: Violence, sexual content, Language (Not in the first chapter though, later on), AU.

First actually sad thing i've written on here. I kinda have knack for humor : )

But why not try once?

Plot: Kurt is in a horrible accident and their not sure he'll survive. For now Kurt is left comotose. Blaine is trying to stay strong but memories make it hard for him to do so. Can Blaine stay strong for Kurt... and himself?

Kiddie!Klaine. Pretty much a series of flashbacks from Klaine's childhood : )

He felt like he was underwater. He felt like he wasn't real. Blaine, actually, didn't really feel at all.

The only sound he could really hear is the sound of his heavy footsteps as he jogged into the hospital. Well, that, and his own heartbeat; the heartbeat that made him feel as though his heart was about to rip out of his chest.

Before the he could ram down the emergancy doors. The lady at the front desk stopped him. "You can't go back there." She said sternly. Blaine turned to look at her and could tell instantly, she was intimidated.

She looked no younger then twenty-one. Her bright red hair was in a elegant bun, and she was gazing up at Blaine with big green eyes. Even though he could see her intimidation, she held her ground. "Sir, what is it you want?"

Blaine stared at her blankly for a moment. He then shook his head, trying to remove the blurring sound in his ears. "I-I need to see my friend, Kurt Hummel, he was and accident and I don't-"

She cut him off. He could tell by the look on her face, she had a good idea who he was talking about. That didn't stop her from walking back to the desk and typing his name on a computer. "H-U-M-M-E-L?" She asked.

Blaine nodded, "uh huh."

She stared at if for a moment, and then she got a look on her face. "He can't have visitors right now." She said in a choked voice. "But you can wait in the waiting room if you'd like."

Blaine wanted to argue! Dammit woman, this was his best friend since preschool. This was his Ex-Boyfriend. This was... his Kurt. But there was a tone to her voice, she had ended the discussion. So he didn't fight back.

He hadn't noticed until he turned around. Finn, Burt, and Carole were sitting in the chairs. Carol was asleep in a particularly uncomfortable position. The worrying lines on her forehead, made it obvious she was finding it difficult to sleep peacefully. Burt was sitting in a chair next to her. His hat in his hands, and his red rimmed eyes looking straight foward. And Finn was just kind of awkwardly sitting there.

Until he saw Blaine. He looked up and got to his feet. Obviously, enjoying not having to stare at his wreck of a family. He walked over and embraced Blaine in a hug only Finn could give. "How is he?" Blaine finally choked out. He could feel the hot tears building up in his eyes, but tried to hold them back.

Finn swallowed and fiddled with his fingers. "D-Dosen't look good, truck hit the passenger seat of his Navigator. Lucky it didn't hit the drivers side. The doctor said he would have been killed almost instantly."

"How's his condition?" Blaine asked. Finn shrugged and licked his lips. "D-Dunno, dude, sorry. Trust me I wish I did, but we've been here... and no one has told us a damn fucking thing." He growled.

Blaine thought Finn was going to unleash his fury on the wall. But he did something surprising. He dropped his head on Blaine's shoulder and started sobbing. Blaine didn't know how to react.

"I've been such a bad brother." He sobbed, "I can't lose him Blaine, I love him!"

"Don't talk that way..." Blaine trailed off. He was now aware of Burt's eyes traveling away from the wall, and onto them. Then his eyes snapped to the emergancy door. Blaine saw why almost instantly.

A doctor dressed in surgical scrubs was walking towards them. Blaine's heart dropped to his feet; he was wearing the look only doctors wear when they have bad news to announce.

Finn shook awake Carol, who sat up instantly. Burt stood up and said the first thing Blaine heard him say this whole time. "How is he, how's my boy?" He asked desperatly.

"We lost him for a moment, but he's stable now." The doctor explained to the frantic loved ones. "He's a very lucky boy, I must say." He added looking at his clipboard. "Several abrasions on his face and arms, fractured wrist, broken leg, couple of broken ribs..." He trailed off.

"What is it?" Blaine asked. He could tell it in the doctor's voice, there was more.

"The reason why he's lucky to be alive," the doctor said slowly, "is because of the internal damage."

The family (and Blaine) looked at each other. "Internal?" Finn asked, "like what?"

"He has a collapsed lung and several brain contusions." The doctor explained. He stopped and looked up from his clipboard, "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, your son is in a coma."

Blaine fell to his knees; trying to escape to happier times.

1998

School was something 5-year-old Blaine decided, he didn't like. Everyone was mean to him, and he just wanted his mommy. So the brown-eyed boy sulked over to the tree and sat next to it. He let himself cry. He kept crying until he heard a soft voice above him. "You alright?" the voice asked gently.

Blaine looked up to see a tiny brunette boy looking down at him. His eyes were some kind of blue; the kind of blue that reminded Blaine of the ocean. He was wearing a button up blue shirt, with a red bow-tie, khaki shors, and black converse. An outfit Blaine knew no boy would be caught dead in.

The little got a puzzled expression on his face. "Can you not talk, I promise I'm nice." Kurt smiled and sat next to Blaine. "My name is Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, what's your name?"

"B-Blaine Anderson." Blaine sniffed wiping his eyes. "D-Dave was being m-mean to me."

"My momma said some people are mean, he's just a big baby, he'll work for you someday." Kurt smiled reassuringly. "He was being mean to me yesterday, he made fun my middle name!"

"Elizabeth?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, a smile still plastered on his face. "My momma's name is Elizabeth, so I got it as my middle name." He explained. He looked at Blaine for a moment and snapped his fingers. "I know what will make you happy!" He gasped.

Kurt leaned over and opened his Power Ranger lunchbox. He pulled out a plastic bag, with two chocolate chip cookies in it. "My mommy made em', she gives them to me when I'm sad." Kurt said. He handed Blaine one.

Blaine stared at it while Kurt munched happily on his cookie. Kurt looked over at Blaine and frowned. "Your sposed' to eat it, silly."

"It's just, nobody's gave me a cookie before." Blaine muttered, "I've never had a friend before."

"Well, you do now." Kurt said licking his fingers. "I'll be your best friend Blaine Anderson." Kurt said getting from the ground. He held out his hand for Blaine to take.

Blaine grabbed his hand and let Kurt lift him from the ground. "My mommy said friends are sposed' to hold hands." Kurt smiled, tightening his grip on Blaine's hand.

"Okay." Blaine smiled, taking a bite of the cookie.

Just note I'm not a doctor... I got most of my info via Google. So I don't know if it's very accurate.

Review please : )

That would make me very happy.