A/N This is not only my first ever multiple chapter fic, but my first fanfiction at all. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of the songs used.

Don't forget me

Chapter 1

"Hey, you're driving carefully right?" Blaine said as he looked out the window at the wet roads outside. "You're not really going to lecture me on safe driving while talking to me on the phone? While I'm driving?" Kurt said, slightly disbelieving. "I guess I'm not being a very responsible boyfriend, talking to you on the phone while you're driving and all that. I'll hang up now, and then we'll talk when you get to Westerville?"

He could almost hear the smile in Kurt's voice when he replied. "Yeah, I guess, Mr. responsible boyfriend." He chuckled to himself. "Okay, I'm hanging up now. Love you." "Love y-" The rest of the word was abruptly cut off by a loud screeching sound, like chalk on a blackboard, or, Blaine realized, a car sliding over wet pavement. He felt a pang of terror shoot through him as he held the phone close to his ear.

"Kurt? Are you there?" Several terrifying seconds passed, and Blaine's voice increased, both in volume and panic. "Relax, Blaine. I just dropped my phone. I'll see you in a bit. Love you." "Love you," Blaine muttered as he let his phone drop down on to his bed.

He sucked in a few shaky breaths before lying down on the bed next to his discarded phone. It was because of all those warnings about wet roads. That was all. He was just worried that anything bad was going to happen to Kurt. He could get in an accident, or drive off the road, or run over a deer, or - Blaine stopped himself before his mind got any more crazy ideas to terrify him.

He loved Kurt after all. Losing him would be like having someone pull out his heart with a pair of rusty scissors as their only tool and then smash it to pieces with said scissors. He knew he was overreacting, and so Blaine thought about just taking a nap or something until Kurt arrived.

It wasn't until he closed his eyes that he realized how tiresome his last weeks at Dalton had been without Kurt to brighten his days. Sure, all his friends were there, but still… The Dalton commons weren't the same without Kurt's high-pitched laugh whenever Wes told one of his stupid jokes, or his ice cold glares at anyone – included Blaine – who tried to copy his homework.

Blaine decided that no matter how nice a nap sounded he really should get started on his homework. Mostly to avoid being stuck with all of it on Sunday. Though he tried his best, Blaine quickly realized that his head wasn't up for quadratic equations today, and so he ended up sitting at his desk, looking out at the parking lot where students were running, trying to get inside as fast as possible to get away from the biting wind outside.

As he watched rain starting to fall from the sky he felt his eyes getting heavier. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer, so he laid his head down on his desk and closed his eyes. He felt confident that Kurt's arrival would wake him up, either by Kurt calling his phone, or by banging on the door of his room until Blaine woke up.

He woke up when his phone called, and he stood to go get it from where it still laid on the bed. "Not on the phone while driving again are we?" asked Blaine teasingly as he rubbed his eyes. "Nope, but I'm right outside. Are you ready to go, or should I come up?" Blaine looked around the room, searching for his jacket while putting on his shoe with one hand and trying to hold the phone to his ear with the other one. "No, I'll come down. I'm nearly ready. See you in a bit," he said and hung up.

He located his jacket and grabbed his keys and he was out of the door, running down the hallways, ignoring the people who greeted him. He didn't have time for that now. He was out in the parking lot in no time, and basically jumped into Kurt's waiting car.

"Well aren't we enthusiastic today?" said Kurt. "Ha-ha, you know just as well as I do that it's freezing out there. Let's get out of here; I want to grab something to eat before the movie starts." "Sure, how about that nice little Italian place we went to a while ago? If I remember correctly the food there is pretty decent," Kurt said with a knowing smile. "Are you kidding me? That place is amazing!" Kurt grinned. "I know," he said and gave Blaine a quick kiss before turning on the engine. "I hate rain," Blaine muttered. As they were pulling out of the lot, Kurt began singing softly.

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

Blaine just smiled and said: "I bet you're feeling pretty good right now, sitting there singing while I'm over here, freezing cold and wet. But be careful, won't you? I don't like the sight of these wet roads" "Oh shut up. I'm always careful. And it's not my fault someone didn't bring an umbrella," said Kurt and smacked him on the arm. "Look, that's what I'm talking about! I know I'm gorgeous and irresistible and the perfect boyfriend, but that doesn't mean that we both won't die if you keep looking at me instead of at the road." Kurt laughed, but kept his eyes on the road.

"Oh, I love this song," said Blaine as 'Teenage Dream' started playing on the radio. He turned the volume up and he and Kurt sung the song together.

That's when it happened. Blaine didn't know why, or how, but one minute they were singing the chorus of 'Teenage Dream' together, and the next, Blaine heard several loud bangs. He felt Kurt's Navigator slide over the wet road and spin wildly around. Both he and Kurt were thrown around in their seats as the car crashed into something. Blaine felt something soft press against his face that could only be an airbag.

Blaine didn't know how much time had passed, but as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position he realized that it had stopped raining outside. At least he couldn't hear the steady beat of raindrops on the roof of the car. All he could hear was the car's engine still rumbling and Kurt's ragged breathing somewhere next to him. He turned his head and it felt like his blood had turned to ice in his veins.

Half of Kurt's face was covered in blood, and the rest of it was so pale and ghostlike he looked almost transparent. "Kurt?" Blaine asked. "Kurt, can you hear me?" His voice broke. Blaine struggled with his seatbelt for a minute before he figured out how to take it off. He pushed open the door and ran around Kurt's crashed Navigator to get to the driver side. He pulled the door open and managed to pull Kurt out of the car. He was unconscious and bleeding from an open cut in his head. Blaine pulled out his cell phone and called 911.

"Hello. Is there something I can help you with?" said a female voice at the end of the line. Blaine looked nervously at Kurt where he laid on the ground, still unconscious. "We – My boyfriend and I – we've been in a car accident. I don't know what happened, but he's unconscious and he's bleeding a lot." "What is your location?" asked the woman, whose voice was so calm it made Blaine want to scream. Didn't she realize how serious this situation was? Didn't she realize that Blaine could be only moments away from losing the love of his life? He started sobbing, and had to remove his phone from his ear until he had regained some control.

"I – I don't know exactly where we are, but we're not far from Dalton Academy. We're on the highway, but there's no traffic." "I'll send out an ambulance. They should be there in a few minutes. Stay with your boyfriend in case he wakes up." *Click* Blaine was alone now. He pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the cut in Kurt's head, trying to stop the bleeding, still quietly sobbing.

He kept sobbing until the ambulance got there. He kept insisting that he was fine, but the paramedics still wanted him to lie down in the ambulance next to Kurt's lifeless body. When they arrived at the hospital Kurt was instantly pushed off somewhere. Blaine tried to follow, but a nurse grabbed his arm and steered him toward a chair in a waiting room.

After a while a nurse came up to him and told him that a doctor was ready to see him. "I don't need a doctor," said Blaine, using his hands to dry away the tears still running from his eyes. The nurse looked concerned. "You look like you're hurting." "You have no idea," thought Blaine. "I just – Do you know anything about Kurt Hummel? He came in at the same time as me." "As far as I know they're trying to contact his parents, but his dad's not picking up. Do you know how we can reach him?"

Blaine suddenly remembered something. "They're at a movie. That's probably why they're not picking up." The nurse nodded and turned to leave with a quick: "Thank you for the information." "Wait!" She turned back around to face him. "Yes?" "Can I – Can I see him?" The nurse hesitated. "Are you his brother?" "No I'm his – I'm his boyfriend." Blaine had to fight back the tears that were trying to escape his eyes. "I'm really sorry, but I can't help you. Family only. And you still need to see a doctor." She sounded genuinely sorry as she said it, but she also seemed tired, despite her young looks. As if she had said those words one too many times.

The doctor found nothing wrong with Blaine, and he was told to go home and get some rest. But Blaine didn't want to rest. He wanted to find Kurt. He talked to different nurses, but they all told him the same thing.

Blaine sat back down in his chair. It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally heard Burt's voice. "I just got the message. Where is my son?" Blaine's head shot up from where it had rested in his hands. Carole came in a few moments later. "Burt, honey, your heart." "I don't care about my heart," he said, turning back to the nurse he had been talking to. "Where is Kurt Hummel?" The nurse ruffled through some papers on her desk before telling him something.

Blaine stood up and went over to them. Carole took in his puffy red eyes and immediately pulled him into a hug. "Blaine, have you heard anything?" He shook his head. "They wouldn't let me see him. Family only." He laughed humorlessly. Burt, who was still talking quietly to the nurse turned towards them. "He's unconscious, but he's most likely going to be fine once he wakes up. You two got lucky, apparently," he said.

"Lucky? We were just in a car crash and my boyfriend's unconscious and I don't know when – or if – he's going to wake up and I'm terrified and I don't know what I'll do if I'm never able to hold and kiss and hug him again." All these were things that flew through Blaine's mind but he couldn't bring himself to speak any of it out loud. Instead, he yawned loudly.

They sat down at the chairs by the wall and waited for a nurse.

"Are you sure you're okay, Blaine? You look really tired. Maybe you should go home and get some sleep. We'll call you when Kurt wakes up," said Carole quietly. Blaine just shook his head and suppressed another yawn. "No, I'm fine. I can't leave now." Burt and Carole shared a look. "Blaine, where are your parents? Shouldn't they be coming to meet you?" Blaine shook his head again. "They're in Florida for a convention or something. They called a while ago, but I told them I wasn't hurt and that they didn't need to come home."

Burt nodded. "You know… You don't have to stay in that house all by yourself. You could come stay with us until your parents get back. I mean, only if you want to. I'm sure Kurt wouldn't mind. I'm actually pretty sure Kurt would be ecstatic." Burt was rambling now, and he knew it. Blaine grinned. "I'd love that. Thank you so much Mr. Hummel." "Burt. You can call me Burt." "Okay, Mr. Hum- Okay, Burt."

The silence that followed also dragged with it the fear that had been momentarily forgotten. Blaine felt goose bumps raise on his arm and cold sweat cover his forehead every time a nurse walked by, or even looked in their general direction. No one said anything. After what felt like hours a nurse finally came up to them and said that they could come into Kurt's room now.

Blaine's entire body felt like lead as he trailed slowly after Burt and Carole. What if Kurt didn't wake up? Sure, the nurse had said that he would, but how could she be so sure? As he entered the room he kept his eyes down and leaned against the wall. He didn't want to look at his boyfriend. He didn't want to see what had happened to him in that car crash. Why couldn't he be the one to lie in that hospital bed? Blaine didn't know how to handle these kinds of situations. He felt tears running down his cheeks and hurried to wipe them away. He had cried enough for one night. Hell, he had cried enough for a lifetime.

He heard noises coming from the bed and Burt was whispering urgently. "Kurt, Kurt, can you hear me?" He finally looked up and saw Kurt's hand trembling slightly. "I'll go get the nurse," Carole said and left the room. Blaine stayed by the wall.

When Carole moved, Blaine could finally see Kurt's face. It was the most heart-breaking thing Blaine had ever seen. The beautiful face of the boy Blaine loved was covered in bruises and cuts. He had a bandage wrapped around his head and his face was still extremely pale, even for Kurt. He squeezed Burt's hand with his left one and slowly turned his head. "Dad, where am I?" Blaine bit his lip. Kurt's voice sounded ragged and tired. "You're in the hospital, kiddo. How do you feel?" Burt looked worried. "My head hurts," said Kurt.

Blaine didn't think it was possible to feel as relieved as he did right now. He walked the few steps up to Kurt's bedside. Even though his hands were shaking he couldn't keep the smile off his face as he looked into Kurt's beautiful eyes. "Hey, Kurt, how are you feeling?" Blaine asked. Blaine didn't understand the confused look on Kurt's face. Then he opened his mouth and said: "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

End note: The son used in this chapter is 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield.