It was late at night and the eve of Rachel's big success at another Emmy Award. They were headed to the party where everyone was waiting for the results. It was dark and raining out, and Kurt was having a hard time keeping Elizabeth quiet in the back seat. Her grandfather Burt had given her some chocolate so she was very hyper and she had a ton of energy, just like her mother. Kurt and Blaine knew that's where she got it from.

They were driving on the last stretch of road before they got to the city block of the apartment when they hit a red light. Kurt stopped the car and turned around to keep Elizabeth from kicking the seat again.

"Come on Lizzy, you know that dirties the back of the seat." Kurt told her but she still didn't listen. Kurt was so focused on Elizabeth he didn't see the truck coming there way. The light turned green and he stepped on the gas peddle, not expecting there to be any idiotic drivers drinking. But, suddenly there was a big bang! He felt pain all over his left side and chest and then everything went black.

...

Everything was dark. Even though he couldn't see he felt disoriented. His head hurt a a lot! The loud, steady beep didn't help, only made it worse. After a moment he swore he could hear voices. They were muffled and deep and he couldn't understand what they were saying or who it was. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't remember where he was or why he was is so much pain. Then suddenly even more pain hit him like splitting a watermelon in two. He groaned and tried to open his eyes but, he was too weak.

Then, he heard another voice. It was clearer than before and he immediately recognized it. It was Blaine. Blaine! Blaine would know what was going on. Blaine would make the pain go away. He tried to open his eyes again but, was unsuccessful. So he tried to move his hand, his finger anything. He thought he moved his pointy finger on his right hand but there was no reaction. Until someone grabbed a hold of that hand. Then he heard Blaine's voice more clearer.

"Kurt." His voice was so low, so raspy as if he'd been crying. It sounded strained and painful. He wanted to see Blaine's face so badly but he was too weak, too tired. But, his urge to see his husband was stronger. Finally he opened his eyes, slowly. At first everything was blurry and a little too bright, but he pushed back the pain so he could see the man he loved. After a moment the hazy, teary eyed view of the ceiling cleared up. He turned his head and looked around until he could see Blaine. Kurt gave him what he thought was a smile.

Kurt tried to say Blaine's name but found that something was blocking his voice. After a moment everything became clear. he had a tube down his throat preventing him to speak or breath on his own. He looked at Blaine with frightened eyes and terror written all over his face. Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's head to reassure him, and he leaned in close.

"It's okay. It's helping you breath. Just relax okay? I'm here." Blaine had deep, dark bags under his eyes as if he had had no sleep in the last few days, maybe even a week or so. Kurt looked around the room some more feeling as if they weren't alone, and they weren't. He saw his father on the other side of his bed with Carole standing right beside him. He was so grateful for Carole coming into his life, he had a mother figure to look up to and bond with. He was glad that his and Blaine's daughter still had her mother. They was so grateful and lucky to have Rachel in their lives. She gave them a best friend and that best friend gave them a daughter.

Thinking of his daughter Kurt began to look around the room for her. He couldn't ask Blaine where she was so he looked at him with great desperation in his eyes. But, before he could try to communicate with his husband he began to suddenly feel extremely tired. His body felt very heavy and his eye lids even heavier. He tried to fight it. He tried to keep his eyes open to stay awake to be with his family and ask them where Elizabeth was but he soon lost. His eyes closed and he succumbed to the darkness.

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Then next time that he woke up the tube in his throat was gone and the room was darker. He slowly opened his eyes, with a lot less effort than last time, and looked out the window and saw that it was night time. He rolled his head over to see Blaine sleeping in the chair next to his bed, holding his right hand. He wanted to call out to him but still felt too weak to try. So he just lied there, looking around the room to see if he could spot anyone else. To his relief, his father was still there. Carole must have gone home for the day, or night. And luckily he was awake too. Kurt wanted to get his fathers attention but he didn't want to wake Blaine up.

So he tried to move his arm towards his dad but it was stuck. He couldn't move it. He lifted his head to try and look at it but when he did a sharp pain ripped through his chest and he heaved. His dad must have heard his distress and was there in his line of sight in a second.

"Kurt!" He whispered. He placed on hand on his son's shoulder and tried to get him to open his eyes again and look at him.

"Kurt. Easy. Just stay still. Okay?" Kurt looked at his dad again and tears were in his eyes. He was in so much pain, and he was so confused and a little scared, he didn't know what was going on, or what was wrong with him, or what had happened to land him in here.

"Just rest Kurt. We'll explain everything later when you're a little stronger okay?" Kurt got tired of everyone telling him to just rest and hang on, so he tried to talk again.

"Wh-" That earned him a very rough cough that woke Blaine up. Blaine was up and by his side quickly.

"He's awake?" He asked Burt, he simply nodded.

"Hey." He looked as Kurt's blue eyes opened again and he couldn't help but smile.

"Bla-ne?" Kurt's voice was low and barely audible.

"Yeah it's me, Kurt. I'm here." Kurt coughed again and swallowed. He cleared his throat and tried talking again.

"Where is Lizzy?" It felt as if a hammer had slammed against Blaine's chest. He wasn't sure that Kurt could handle the news of his daughters death while in this state. He debated on what he should tell him. He looked at Burt for a little guidance.

"The doctor thinks you should rest some more, Kurt before you start talking normally again, okay? Why don't you just get some more sleep." Burt knew that Kurt would fight so the best thing to do with him was to just tell him the truth and let him take it in.

"Blaine." It took only that one word and the look Burt gave him, that Blaine knew, he needed to tell Kurt the truth.

"Kurt-" Blaine sighed and sat down on the bed, holding Kurt's hand.

"Kurt, you were in a car accident. You have some pretty bad injuries, and you've been in the hospital for a month and a half. You only just woke up about a week ago." Kurt's eyes widened in fear. A month! He couldn't believe it.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, baby. You have some injuries that will heal, it's just gonna take some time." Kurt thought that was okay enough for him to leave that part go. He can live with healing for a few months. He wanted to know why everyone was eluding his questions about their daughter.

"Lizzy?" Blaine tensed up and tears immediately filled his eyes. He looked down at their intertwined hands and squeezed Kurt's harder, but not too hard, he was still injured and didn't anymore injuries to add to the long list.

"Kurt, Lizzy was with you in the accident." Kurt felt his chest tighten and his stomach drop. Deep down he knew what Blaine was going to say but on the surface he hoped that he would say that she just needed some time to heal too, but life wasn't fair.

"Lizzy didn't...she didn't make it Kurt." There it was. The one sentence that would destroyed him. His daughter was dead, and it was because of him. Blaine was crying silently, tears streaming down his face. Kurt was frozen he didn't speak, he didn't cry he didn't move. He just sat there looked up at the ceiling. After a moment Blaine began to worry.

"Kurt?" He didn't reply.

"Kurt? Say something. Please." He still didn't give any response. It was like he was frozen in the bed not listening to anything else around him.

"Kurt? Son. Come on kiddo. We need you to say something." But they didn't get an answer.

No one got an answer or any type of reply. Everyone tried. Rachel tried, Mr. Schuester tried, Sam tried, Mercedes tried, even Quinn tried, so did Puck. They all did. Some of them even sang a song for him and for Lizzy's honor. Karofsky showed up one day. He brought balloons. Sue even went to see him. She talked a little smoother than she usually did, due to the situation. But, no one could get a response from him.

One day Blaine, Burt, Rachel, Sam and Mercedes wee all in the room with Kurt. He was staring out of the window watching the rain. Everyone was quiet except for Blaine. He had kept trying to get Kurt to talk, to say something. He just kept talking about the usual things that they talked about not forcing him or anything. Until he finally got so frustrated at his husbands silence that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Come on,Kurt, please say something! What is it that you want? What do you need?" Kurt suddenly looked over at Blaine with tear filled eyes. Finally a response. But, what Kurt said, was nowhere near what they were expecting to hear from him.

"I want Finn." Everyone sat there in silence. No one moved, no one spoke a word. They sat there looking at Kurt like he had grown two heads. Kurt silently began to cry, tears just cascading down his cheeks. He didn't whimper, he didn't cry out. He simply just let the tears fall while he lied in that bed trying to heal from something that there's just no coming back from. He had lost his mother, he almost lost his father, he then lost his brother, and now he's lost his daughter. He felt that the people that he loved and cared about the most were slowly dying off and leaving him all alone.

Blaine said nothing, only pulled Kurt's hand close to him and leaned forward to place a kiss on that hand. Burt lowered his head in remembrance of his step son. One who he had come to love as his own. Rachel began to tear up as well, holding onto Mercedes tightly. Sam walked over to Blaine and placed a hand on his shoulder. Kurt just simply turned his head and went back to watching the rain fall.