A/N: Yes, I am aware that I have three other stories to work on but this idea came to me while watching a movie today and I knew if I didn't get it down, it wouldn't leave. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor do I know any of the actors or crew, though that would be awesome.

"Okay guys, let's get to work. Sectionals are just around the corner and if we're going to place at Nationals this year, we have to be unstoppable." That was Mr. Schue, always looking on the bright side of the pillow. He clapped his hands and looked at them all. "Where's Kurt?" he asked suddenly realizing that the countertenor was absent from the choir room. This was not like Kurt Hummel. Aside from the time period the previous year during which Kurt had attended Dalton Academy, the senior had never missed a meeting. Mr. Schue looked at Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend.

Blaine looked up at him with puffy red eyes. The solemn expression was enough to put worry on everyone's faces. Finn had left the house before Kurt that morning and he looked confused. He got up and sat down again beside Blaine, sliding an arm around his shoulders. Blaine allowed his head to fall on Finn's shoulder.

"Not to break up the tender moment," Santana said. "But would one of you please tell us what's going on?" Finn threw her a disapproving look. "What's your problem?" she spat at him, folding her arms across her chest. Finn still gave her a disapproving look. He said nothing. It was Blaine who spoke up and when he did, his face had gone stark red in anger.

"You know Santana? Why do you always have to be such a heartless bitch?" Santana looked at him in surprise. A few of the others in the room dropped their jaws open. Blaine, like Kurt was not someone they had ever expected to lash out like that. Mr. Schue opened his mouth, apparently about to stop things but Blaine went on before he could say anything. He balled his hands into fists. "If you must know, Kurt never made it to school this morning. Early winter ice caused his tires to skid on the road and he got into a car accident. Serious. He's alive but only just. Last I learned they were still working on him. His heart has stopped three times already." By the time he'd finished speaking, his voice had become quiet and broken. The entire room was staring at him and several of the girls were on the verge of tears.

The expression on Santana's face was blank. But it was easy to tell that she was starting to feel guilty by the way she had approached the ordeal. As everyone sat in silence, she stood up and strolled from the room. Mr. Schue watched her for a moment and seemed to be debating whether or not he should go after her when Brittany jumped up and ran after the Latina. No one said anything.

Blaine slowly lowered himself back into his seat, not really registering that he'd even stood up at all. No one seemed to be thinking about competing at Sectionals anymore. Rachel looked up at Mr. Schue, remorse in her expression. Unbeknownst to the others, the usually self-centered diva had made a bold move. She'd decided that she was going to give up her solo in favor of Kurt to sing a solo at the competition. But now that it seemed that Kurt would not even be able to participate in the competition at all, she wasn't sure what to do. She was torn between revoking the offer and just telling Mr. Schue that maybe they shouldn't compete this year at all. New Directions would not be New Directions without Kurt. They would all be in too much worry and hurt to perform properly.

"Mr. Schue?" Mercedes spoke up, voice unusually soft for her. The rest of the group looked over at her. She swallowed and sniffed, attempting to hold back tears. "Do you think it's okay that we don't have a meeting this afternoon? I'm sure that everyone is going to be preoccupied with Kurt's well being to really concentrate." Rachel looked at Mercedes and than threw her eyes back to Mr. Schue. The teacher sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to say something when Sue Sylvester entered the room.

"Well, well Schuester. It seems that you've been stumped for Sectionals yet again," the Cheerios coach stated. Quinn shook her head at her former cheerleading coach. She nearly scowled at the smirk written across Sue's face. But the smirk surprisingly softened into a look of concern. "Figgins received a call from Porcelain's father and though I disapprove of being given such a task, he asked me to deliver the bulletin to all you fine-tuned jingle bells." They all looked at her, not at all pleased with her ability to still sit there and make snarky comments in light of the situation. She didn't seem to notice. "Porcelain is in a coma, but he is stable." That said, she walked out of the room again.

Blaine jumped up from his chair again so fast that he knocked it over. Finn stared wide-eyed and followed him as the other boy ran from the choir room, his shorter stature seemingly going so fast that Finn swore he could see the wind breezing off Blaine's back. No one said anything. Not even Mr. Schue. They stayed silent for several moments before the teacher just nodded his head. Cautiously, the rest of the members of New Directions started to leave the room. Mr. Schue didn't attempt to stop them.

Rachel was last to leave and she stopped in the doorway, turning to face her choir teacher. "Mr. Schue, I've been debating in my head the pass few minutes. I think we should pull from the competition this year," she said, cringing as she let the words fall from her lips. She left the room before Mr. Schue could reply.

Will sighed, running a hand through his hair again. He sat down on the piano bench, dropping the sheet music he was holding on top of the piano. Great. One of his most talented singers was in the hospital in a coma. He was also one of the most loved members in the entire choir. Everybody else seemed to drop into a solemn mood when Blaine told them what had happened to Kurt. But they'd always been protective over the countertenor. He could remember the previous year when they'd been set on forming sort of like a secret service guard around Kurt to protect him from bullies like Karofsky. But Karofsky was no longer a threat and while there were still bullies at McKinley, there was nothing as severe there anymore as he had been. Still, that didn't give the others the desire to let their guard down.

Not sure what to do now, given the situation and the fact that Rachel of all people had just suggested they pull out of the competition, Will sighed, gathered the sheet music, and made his way out of the room. He had no intentions on pulling them from the competition. It was too close to back out of now. Besides, if they pulled from Sectionals, there really would be no reason for glee the rest of the year and he'd fought fiercely to keep this club involved at McKinley. He was going to just throw all that away. There had to be something he could do about the way everyone else was feeling. He decided for now, he would just go home and sleep on it.

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The steady beep of a heart monitor was all that filled the room as everyone from New Directions stood crowding around the bed. A bed in which a very unrecognizable and battered Kurt Hummel seemed to be merely sleeping. But he was in a coma. He was not going to just wake at any moment. His head was wrapped in heavy bandaging, suggesting he had a head injury, no doubt one that had required surgical attention. Both of his eyes were bruised black and blue. There were screws in his jawbones, keeping them in place. A gash in his right cheek was purpling and bruising. He had a tube in his throat to help him breath. But it had been inserted through an incision made in his throat so the air could pass directly into his airway. In short, Kurt Hummel looked a right sight and not at all like the delicately pretty boy everyone knew him to be.

Sitting in a chair on one side of the bed, was Blaine. He was gently clutching Kurt's right hand. Two of the fingers were wrapped up, having been broken in the accident. On the other side, also sitting in a chair was Finn. He was gently clutching Kurt's left hand. The wrist on that side was broken and Finn found that it was kind of awkward trying to hold his stepbrother's hand but he didn't feel like he could be any closer than doing that. Blaine was in tears, as were several of the girls. The mood in the room was solemn.

Finn was looking at Kurt's face. "He looks so peaceful. It's scary," he said. Blaine looked at him and glanced back at Kurt. He nodded his head slowly and sniffed, trying to bring in the tears. He was trying to be a man. "Blaine," Finn said, looking over at his stepbrother's boyfriend. "It's okay to cry. You can cry for the both of us. I want to cry, but I feel like, I have to be strong. At least he's still alive." He was speaking as gently as possible. Blaine ran his free hand across his eyes.

"Don't Finn." Finn looked slightly confused. "Don't feel like you're not allowed to cry," Blaine went on. His voice was choked, soft, and cracked. He drew a shuddering breath. "You really have more right to cry than I do. You're family. I'm just his boyfriend." He looked down at the floor, not able to look at Finn any longer, but his hand gripped Kurt's just a little bit tighter.

Finn frowned. "Yes, you're his boyfriend. But you love him more than anyone else I know, not counting Burt of course. You have every right to cry Blaine." Blaine looked back up at him. He had never heard Finn say anything to him quite like that. He knew that the giant teen was a bit on the awkward side where his and Kurt's relationship was concerned. He knew about Finn's history with Kurt. He knew that despite how close the two of them were, there were still things that made Finn feel a bit out of it. But Finn had always been a trooper. He'd sucked it all up because he really truly cared about Kurt. They didn't refer to each other as merely stepbrothers. To Finn and Kurt, they were brothers and that was all there was to it.

Blaine sighed. He looked back at the battered face that was Kurt's. Gently raising the hand he held, he kissed the back of it. "Kurt, I love you," he whispered. He drew another shaky breath. "I know you're strong. You have to pull through this Kurt, you have to. We all love you. We all need you. Finn needs you. I need you." He couldn't speak anymore, just merely broke down into tears and gripped Kurt's hand even tighter, though still being gentle with the fact that there were two broken fingers. His head fell into the bed sheets and he just sat there and cried.

Everyone else in the room remained silent. Even Puck seemed on the verge of breaking. He sort of felt guilty. He'd come a long way from the jock who used to bully Kurt by tossing him in the dumpster every morning. But after spending so much time as a member of New Directions, he had really grown to care about the boy. He'd shown as much the previous year when he'd been the one to suggest them barricading Kurt like a secret service and than nearly went off on Karofsky for causing Kurt to leave McKinley. He somehow felt part of this was his fault, even though Kurt's state of being was due to a car accident and not bullies.

Burt and Carole, Kurt's father and stepmother, had left the room to go see what it would take to hit the city with a lawsuit on icy roads. They didn't do anything to make sure drivers were careful. No signs of warning, no detours set up in front of roads that were just too slippery to not be a safety hazard. Yes, they were blaming the city for what had happened to Kurt and they were hoping that they would win. For Kurt's sake, Finn was hoping the same thing, but he didn't say so aloud.

No one knew what was going to happen now. The doctors had honestly told them there was little chance that Kurt would suffer no brain damage when he woke up and even smaller chance that he would even wake up at all. Granted, the boy's heart had stopped three times in their quest to save his life, his condition, while stable was definite cause for concern. Chances were high that Kurt could be a vegetable for the rest of his life. He was on the verge of being declared brain dead. His parents had been told to start making preparations because his prognosis looked bleak.

And still, everyone hoped. And everyone waited.

A/N: There's the first chapter! Yes, I know very angsty and sad and completely not what I was thinking would be the introduction to this story but I never know how things will work until I write them. This and probably the last chapter – whenever that will be – will likely be the most with angst in the whole story. Hang on to your seats because things are about to take a very strange turn, especially for one Kurt Hummel. Please review! Klaine and CrissColfer plushies for all reviewers! Plus, they keep me motivated to keep writing!