A/N: Written in about five minutes after the 'Heart' episode. Spoilers for 3x13 and 3x14.
"…And you're not listening to me at all." Kurt snapped his attention back to his boyfriend, currently detailing exactly how terrible the hospital was during his stay. All Kurt had been able to think about since Valentine's Day was Dave. It wasn't that he was in love with Dave, because honestly he wasn't. He was in love with Blaine. Blaine his boyfriend who was currently looking at him across the table with furrowed brows. "Is something wrong?"
"No. Of course not," he said, sitting up in the booth at Breadsticks. He glanced over to the booth he and Dave had sat at briefly before pulling his attention back to the boy he was with now – his boyfriend. "So, you were talking about how the nurses came in every thirty minutes?"
"Yeah, but we don't have to talk about it. I know hospitals make you uncomfortable." Blaine reached across the table and took Kurt's hand. Kurt looked down, Blaine's thumb absently rubbing circles on the back of Kurt's hand, and then back up to Blaine.
"I'm sorry I couldn't visit. I…I thought about it, but…" He shivered, a chill creeping up his back.
"I completely understand." And Kurt knew that Blaine honestly meant that. There was no sarcasm in his voice. It wouldn't be held over him later. When Kurt explained that he had only been in a hospital twice in his life – once when his mother died and the other time when his dad nearly died – Blaine understood. He'd assured Kurt that everything would be fine, and they would keep in contact through texts and phone calls.
"So – " Blaine was interrupted when Kurt's phone started ringing. He didn't recognize the ring tone – he assigned one to each of his contacts so he always knew who was calling.
"Hello?"
"Is this Kurt?" Kurt didn't recognize the voice, but he did know the number. He'd forgotten that he gave Dave his number when they'd met at Scandals.
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Nate. Listen, you're the only saved number in here. Can you get a hold of Dave's family? There's…he's in the hospital." Kurt felt himself go cold.
"Is he okay?" His voice sounded rushed, breathy. He got to his feet instinctively, sliding out of the booth and biting a finger to keep from whimpering.
"They think he'll be fine. They're taking him to the hospital now." Kurt dropped his phone on the table. It felt like his head was submerged in water and no matter how hard he tried to draw a breath his lungs remained empty.
"Kurt! Where are you going?" He nearly leapt out of his skin when Blaine's hand touched his shoulder.
"Where are my keys? Oh god, I can't find them. Do you have them?" He dug around his pockets, but came up empty. He put a hand on his head to steady to spinning world. "I need my keys. Where did I leave them?"
"I drove, Kurt. Remember?" Blaine's words barely penetrated the thick layer of panic that was washing over Kurt. "What happened?"
"I need to get to the hospital. It's…Can you drop me off?"
"Is your dad okay?" Kurt didn't understand the question, but he was grateful for the arm that rested across his lower back, herding him out of the restaurant.
"I…I just need to get to the hospital."