I was watching as Kurt crossed the road, still smiling from the wonderful day we had spent together when out of the corner of my eye I saw it. A silver car, speeding towards Kurt, I tried to call out but before I had the chance to, I saw it hit him. Kurt was thrown over the top of the car and onto the road, head first.

I don't remember how I came to be beside Kurt's body, but suddenly I was there. He was bleeding horribly from numerous cuts and his arm stuck out at an angle that terrified me. I was too shocked to speak, and I felt numb just looking at his helpless, mangled body. I felt his beautiful, soft face with my hand and used my free hand to get my phone from my pocket. I then realised we were still on the road and gently picked Kurt up in my arms, bringing him over to the pathway. I dialled 911 and asked for an ambulance. I felt his wrist for a pulse. It was slow and inconstant, but was there none the less.

While I waited I stared at him, wondering how Kurt could manage to still look as gorgeous as ever, even in this state. He was asleep, and I wanted nothing more than to hug him, and feel the warmth of his body against my own, but I didn't for fear of hurting him.

The ambulance came and placed Kurt onto the stretcher and drove away, siren's sounding. I was still in a state of deep shock when I finally stood up, walked across the road to my house, got in my car and drove to the hospital.

"Hi, I'm looking for Kurt, Kurt Hummel", I said desperately to the receptionist at the hospital. "Are you family?" She asked and I couldn't help but notice a note of boredom in her voice. "Um, well no, he's my boyfriend" I choked out, trying my hardest to control myself from running madly through the hospital, checking every room until I found Kurt. "Well I'm afraid if you're not family-" "We're engaged!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. I shouldn't have lied, but I was willing to do anything to see him at that moment.

The woman eyed me suspiciously until she sighed and said; "he's in room 63." "Thank you" I said gratefully, before walking as fast as I could manage without running, to room 63.

I reached the room, slightly hesitant to open the door, not knowing exactly what I would see in there, and having the feeling that whatever I saw in there, good or bad, would change my life forever. I took a deep breath and let myself in. The first thing I saw was the heart monitor, and for a dreadful half a second I thought Kurt's heart had stopped, but then I heard a beep, and saw a change in the waves. I sighed in relief and looked around the room for Kurt, which took no time at all, since his bed was right next to the heart monitor.

I walked up to his bed gingerly and gulped as I took in Kurt's injuries, which somehow looked worse against the white of the hospital bed. His arm and most of his face had been bandaged, but I could see that he would need stitches, for the blood was seeping through. Kurt was still asleep and although I knew he couldn't feel it, I took his hand and held it for a few seconds before the doctor who entered the room interrupted my moment.

'Um, who are you?' The doctor seemed confused by my presence in the room. 'Blaine Anderson, I'm Kurt's um, fiancé.' I said, remembering what I had told the receptionist. 'Well Blaine, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave; Kurt is about to have surgery. Strictly speaking no one should have been this room until after the surgery, but no matter.'

I stared at Kurt for a second, squeezed his hand once more and left the room quickly, so that the doctor couldn't see the tears forming in my eyes.