Blaine could hear his own pulse in his ears. He thought he could feel his blood pumping rapidly behind his eardrums, threatening to build the pressure in his forehead until it burst open.
"Blaine. Say something." Blaine suddenly found himself just as he had been only moments earlier (although who knew how much time had passed while the blood rushed to his head?), in the cold plastic chair in the hospital waiting room. He looked around to gaze into the face of his fiancé, who had just spoken to him. "Please, just say something, Blaine. I'm going to be worried for your health if you don't say something to me." Kurt's angelic lips curved into a playful smile, his head cocking slightly to the side the way it did when he teased, but it was an act, Blaine could tell. He knew his fiancé, the love of his life. Kurt was terrified. He had every right to be. Blaine knew he had to comfort his man, and be his rock if they were going to make it through this together. He reached out and grasped Kurt's clammy, porcelain hand in both of his and looked his lover squarely in the eyes, lost for a moment in the depth of his gaze.
"This is going to be fine, Kurt. We'll fix this together. I love you." Kurt let out a heavy breath in obvious relief, and, without hesitation, kissed his fiancé on the lips, passionately and without reservations. Blaine reciprocated wholeheartedly, and thought, for a moment, that he could make this right.
