Kurt was at work when he picked up the phone. He ignored the first three calls since he was in an important meeting but when the phone vibrated again for the fourth time he knew something was wrong. He excused himself, ignoring the pointed looks and ran outside to the hallway where he pulled up the phone from his pocket. When he saw Carole's name on the screen he furrowed his brows, what did she has to talk about that was so urgent that she'd call four times? He had talked to her and his dad a couple of days ago and nothing had seemed off then. Quickly he pressed the call-button and found some relief when she picked up directly. That relief vanished as soon as he heard Carole's scratchy voice on the other line.
When she through sobs told him what had happened a familiar feeling came upon him. Like two times before in his life he felt like he was falling. It literally felt like the ground beneath him caved before him, leaving him in a state of constant panic. His vision got blurry and for a second the only thing he heard was the up-rising beat of his own heart. His knees gave in and he slid down the wall. In the background he could hear a woman's voice trying to reach him. He closed his eyes. Not again
The time from the phone-call to the plastic chairs in the waiting room passed in a blur. He couldn't remember much from the flight to Lima. It was as if time itself had changed, everything moved in slow motion but he couldn't grasp it. He felt powerless and so incredibly scared. He had never stopped fearing for this day but he honestly couldn't believe it had come. Couldn't believe he was sitting in the same plastic chairs as the first and the second time. He had spent more time in this hospital than in most of his friends' houses. He had recognized the receptionist when he entered the lobby and the nurses had given him sad smiles as they walked by him in the corridor. When he had visited the hospital's toilet he found himself looking into the same mirror he had three years ago. The same empty eyes were staring back at him. Things may have changed but right now it didn't feel like it. Everything followed the same pattern and he was once again alone in it. Although he had people there for him this time - Carole, Finn, Rachel and Blaine - he felt as alone as he had three years ago. He'd received un-opened messages and ignored calls all day - he knew what they all had to say. He didn't have the will-power to give Carole and Finn any comforting words, all lies, about him being fine. He couldn't bring himself to listen to Rachel repeating the mantra - it was going to be okay. Wouldn't let himself be comforted by the boy that had broken his heart a few weeks ago. All his energy went to shaking or nodding his head when someone addressed him. To keep breathing slowly and push the thoughts away. Fifteen hours left until the surgery was done.
From the corner of his eye he could see a boy enter the waiting room. He recognized him directly but didn't bat an eye. He didn't feel anything when the boy walked across the room and sat down beside him. Didn't even turn his head when his former enemy observed him with a hint of concern. Only kept inhaling slowly when the green-eyed boy spoke up.
"Hey Kurt"
"Sebastian"