This idea just popped into my head randomly and I HAD to write it...

I can't tell you any more than that.

"Cover your eyes..."

Blaine did as he was told, smiling as he caught a quick glimpse of Kurt's mischievous smile before his vision was blocked by his hands. "And why, may I ask, should I be doing this?"

There was no response, just a little giggle followed by the sound of footsteps walking away from where he sat. "Kurt?" Blaine asked curiously after a few minutes had passed and there was still no response. How long was he supposed to sit with his eyes covered?

Footsteps approached and he could feel Kurt's presence suddenly right in front of him. That was one of the things Blaine loved about their relationship. They were both always so aware of one another, knowing one another both emotionally and physically. It allowed them to have a kind of relationship that was closer than what most of their friends could only dream of having at this point in their lives. Blaine was so very lucky to have found Kurt – undeniably his soul mate – while he was only in high school.

"Are your eyes closed too?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine could tell Kurt's face was barely inches from his own, his breath lightly whispering over the backs of Blaine's hands.

Blaine nodded in response. After nodding he found his hands pulled from his face, but before he could open his eyes he felt Kurt's lips press against his own. Oh. Well, if this was the surprise then it was a pleasant one. He relaxed, sighing softly as he placed a hand at the back of Kurt's neck and wrapped his other arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer and causing Kurt to hum in approval. Kissing Kurt...that was something Blaine could do all day and never get bored.

Lack of oxygen finally made him pull away and when he did his eyes widened in surprise. "You changed!" He exclaimed, smiling brightly at the sight.

"I did!" Kurt grinned, standing and giving a little twirl. "I wanted to surprise you since you hadn't gotten to see it yet on me! Surprise!"

Blaine let his eyes wander, nodding in approval. Kurt was wearing standard white skinny jeans and the new top Blaine had just gotten him yesterday for his birthday. It was a Marc Jacobs navy v-neck silk cardigan; the color bringing out the blue in Kurt's gorgeous eyes. Of course when Kurt had opened the box he had freaked out, knowing it was an $870 top, but Blaine had refused to listen to his protests. Kurt had not had a chance to try it on right then when Blaine gave it to him, because they were supposed to be leaving for the play Blaine got tickets for, but he had promised Blaine he would try it on for him later. It looked stunning on Kurt, unsurprisingly. His opinion was not even him being bias due to the fact that Kurt was his boyfriend. Kurt was just undeniably attractive; anyone could see that.

"You are gorgeous." Blaine told him, reaching out to pull Kurt down onto his lap. "I am the luckiest guy alive."

Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's. "No, I'm the luckiest guy alive-"

Blaine...

The voice echoed softly in the room out of nowhere, causing Blaine's head to jerk back in surprise. As he looked around with a confused expression Kurt gave him an odd look. "Blaine? Are you okay?"

Blaine...

There it was again. And it was so familiar. Like... "Sorry." Blaine replied, turning back to his boyfriend. "It's just...I thought I heard someone say my name."

"What?" Kurt giggled. "That's silly! There's no one here but me and you."

"I know that, but..." Blaine shrugged, still feeling quite confused. "It's been happening quite frequently lately and I'm not sure if I'm going crazy or someone's trying to play a trick on me. I just- I know this will make it even weirder, but it sounds like your voice."

Kurt raised an eyebrow at that. "Me, huh? Well, maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you that you need to spend more time with me!" He giggled as Blaine grinned and pulled him down on the couch until they were lying cuddled up to one another.

"I can't say no to that!" Blaine laughed. He nuzzled Kurt's cheek gently and smiled when he heard Kurt's soft giggle. "Can we stay like this?"

"Hm?" Kurt asked quietly, turning his head to gaze into Blaine's eyes that were mere inches from his own.

"Right here, right now," Blaine continued softly, "I want to lie here like this with you forever, never changing..."

"Yes." Kurt replied in a whisper. His hand gently brushed a few stray curls from Blaine's eyes. "We will. Forever. Here, close your eyes..." He waited until Blaine did so. "Relax and just imagine it..."

"Blaine..."

Kurt stubbornly brushed the tears away that were sliding down his face. His other hand was gripping tightly to the sleeping boy in front of him in the hospital bed.

It had been seven months and still his boyfriend would not awake. No one would admit it was over, that there was no point in keeping the machine going that kept his life on the line; no one would admit that there was probably no more chance of him waking up, even if they were all thinking it in their heads. Kurt felt like he was the only one who hadn't given up.

Yet...he was starting to feel that sinking feeling in his stomach, starting to realize that he might have to face the fact that nothing was ever going to change and they might have to do the unthinkable. The idea of it made him want to throw up.

"Blaine?" His voice sounded desperate to his ears. "Blaine, baby wake up. Wake up, damn it. I can't-" his voice was cut off by a loud sob escaping his throat, "I keep calling, but you won't answer me. Blaine..." The tears came back and he finally just ignored them, letting them stream down his pale skin, "What's so important in that head of yours that keeps you from coming back to me?"

A coma. Kurt was no stranger to those, considering he had already dealt before with his father being in one after a heart attack. His father's coma had not lasted too terribly long and Kurt had hoped that Blaine's would last about the same amount of time, or even be shorter.

He wiped some of the tears away with the sleeve of his cardigan. The same navy cardigan Blaine gave him seven months ago on his birthday. His birthday, the day their lives turned upside down and seemed to end.

Blaine had shown up the day of his birthday, shoving the perfectly wrapped box in his hands as soon as he opened the door. Kurt had been surprised, but curious due to Blaine's excitement. He had sat down on the couch and carefully opened the gift, his jaw dropping in shock when he opened the box to see the expensive Marc Jacobs cardigan he had seen on the internet a few weeks prior. After much protesting, which of course Blaine ignored, Kurt shyly thanked him for the gift and promised he would try it on for him the next day. He did not have a chance to try it on right then because they had to leave for the play Blaine had gotten tickets for.

They never made it to the play though. Ten minutes away from the theater they were sitting at a red light when a car full of drunken teenagers made a speedy wide turn into their street, so wide a turn that they smashed into the left side of Blaine's car. The car was rammed to the side of the road, teetering on the edge of a down hill slope that led to a huge ditch. The last thing Kurt remembered before his eyes closed, his mind blacking out, was the blurry form of Blaine leaning towards him and shouting his name.

When Kurt next awoke he was in a hospital and his father was crying as he clutched at his hand. As soon as he could speak he was demanding to see Blaine, begging to know if he was alright. His father informed him that their car had ended up sliding down the hill to the ditch and Blaine had hit his head, doing a lot of damage. Somehow he was still conscious when the paramedics arrived but he was hysterical and determinedly would not let go of Kurt, claiming that Kurt was dead.

Hearing that had caused Kurt to start sobbing. Blaine had thought he was dead? Surely someone told him that he was not? That was when his father had told him that Blaine had passed out before they had reached the hospital and had not woken since. Nothing could get him to awake and the doctor had informed Burt and Blaine's parents that Blaine was in a coma; they would have to pray and hope and just wait and see...

That was seven months ago though. Kurt had been visiting Blaine as much as he could throughout those seven months, had even put on hold his college education in hopes that Blaine would awake soon. Now the doctor was not even sure there was much point to keep things going; he was not even sure Blaine could wake up.

Kurt had tried everything he could think of; everything short of praying to God, letting friends and family do that instead. Every time he visited Blaine he would talk to him, sometimes even reading or singing to him. Nothing worked. His friends would come with him on occasion. One day though Finn told Kurt that he had thought that sometimes people in comas might not want to wake up, because they were in some sort of dream that might just be a lot better than their lives in the real world. Kurt had yelled at Finn, telling him that he was ridiculous and that Blaine wouldn't do that, wouldn't ever just leave him like that...not when they loved one another so much. Why would Blaine want to live in some dream when he could wake up and be with Kurt? Kurt had refused to let Finn sit in the room with him since that day.

"Kurt?" Kurt looked around towards the door and saw Blaine's mother, Jeannette Anderson, standing there watching him with a sad look upon her face. "Kurt, sweetie, we need to talk..."

Kurt started sobbing harder, knowing exactly what she wanted to talk about. He could not do this. He was too young; why did he have to deal with something like this so early in his life? Why was he blessed to find someone who loved him so much – someone who was undeniably his soul mate – only to have that person ripped away, leaving him so empty, so hollow inside?

Strong, motherly arms wrapped around his shaking shoulders and he turned to bury his face against Jeannette's shirt. He loved Blaine's mother. He loved how accepting and caring she was to his and Blaine's relationship, to the fact that her own son was gay, especially since Blaine's father, Jerry Anderson, was the complete opposite in his thoughts and opinions.

"I know it hurts, sweetheart," Jeannette whispered, her own tears falling steadily, "but it's been so long now. So long and he's not going to wake up. We've tried everything we can. I can't stand seeing him like this. I can't stand seeing you hurt either, knowing there's nothing any of us can do to make things better. This isn't- It isn't a decision I made easily, but...we have to think- Blaine wouldn't want us living like this, Kurt."

Kurt nodded, understanding completely. "I know he wouldn't. I just don't want to lose him for good... He practically threw a fit one time when I told him I had considered waiting a year for college just so we could go to New York together. He didn't want me to put my dreams on hold just for him; I can only image what he would say if he knew I wasn't in school now, putting my dreams on hold because of this."

"He would probably drag you to New York himself if he could." Jeannette laughed weakly. "I don't want to see you putting off your dreams either, Kurt. I love you and you will always hold a special place in my heart. We have to think about the future. Blaine could be like this for years. He would hate it for us to do nothing with our lives just because we spent all our time waiting for him to wake up."

"The doctor said there's a real good chance he'll never wake up again..." Kurt whispered sadly.

"That's why..." Blaine's mother trailed off, leaving the painful, unspoken words to hang.

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut tightly, nodding in painful understanding. "I want to be here." He stated, his voice muffled in Jeannette's shirt. "I want to stay with him until the end, because I know he would want that."

"Of course, sweetheart." Jeannette nodded. As fresh tears ran down Kurt's face he felt her kiss the top of his head softly before she left the room.

Kurt spent the night in Blaine's hospital room. When morning came he knew there was little time left so he held Blaine's hand tightly, leaning over to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

"Blaine, my love, my life, I promised I would never say goodbye to you. Today isn't going to be the day I break that promise, because even now I will not say goodbye. We will meet again and then we'll be together once more, forever and always. I love you."

The footsteps of the doctor and Blaine's mom sounded way too loud to Kurt's ears. Kurt grasped Blaine's hand tightly and kissed him once more, tears falling as he waited for the moment. The moment when the monitor next to Blaine's bed would stop; the moment when the high pitched buzz would indicated his heart was no longer beating...

Blaine smiled, imagining them being able to stay here together like this forever. He hummed contentedly and snuggled closer to Kurt. "I love you, Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine." Kurt replied, kissing his cheek softly. "Forever and always."

I love you...

Blaine heard the voice, but let it go. It was nothing, just his imagination. As he continued to relax and listen to Kurt's steady, light breathing, he slowly drifted off to sleep.