I got the idea for this one...somewhere...I think I either dreamed about it or I read too many about either Kurt or Blaine in a coma...but anyway. Here's my story. I have most of it written but if I don't update for awhile that means I'm working on it.

I also took down my other Klaine fiction to work on it...too many bugs and missed communications through my characters. I own nothing...if I did, I would have Chris and Darren at college with me. -_-*

I don't remember anything. Who am I? Why can't I remember anything? Where am I?

"Kurt."

Okay, well, there is one of many other mysteries solved.

"Oh my God, Kurt."

Oh, for the love of Chanel! Wait...woah...hey! Why's happening? Why do I feel like I'm...floating.

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I am looking at myself.

HOLY HELL, I'M LOOKING AT MYSELF! Gaga, this is weird.

"Kurt."

"Blaine." Blaine is sitting here with me, holding my hand...well holding the hand of my now empty shell of a body. I look around. "Oh, great, I'm in the hospital."

I walk over to Blaine (Can you even call it walking?), wanting to reach out and touch him but something stopped me.

"Wait...I'm mad at you...Why am I mad at you? I'm never mad at you...well except for that whole 'Gap Attack' fiasco.

All of the sudden, like the force of a brick, it all comes back to me.

Karofsky.

Everything Blaine said to me that day.

I guess I'll forget that now but THAT NARNIA INDUCED CLOSET CASE SON OF A BITCH!

"Blaine?"

I know that voice. I turn and see my dad standing in the doorway.

"Hey, Burt." Blaine said, his eyes never leaving my body.

"What happened?"

"Oh, that's easy, Dad. This idiot over here told me to confront my demon and the neanderthal beat the shit out of me!" I yell.

Blaine and my dad both looked around...Could they hear me?

"Probably the monitor." Dad said, looking back at Blaine.

"It's all my fault!" Blaine wailed, crawling into the bed next to me, pulling my body close, curling us together.

I merely stare at him. "Blaine?" Did her really blame himself for everything that happened? I mean, I know I just did but I'm a diva, when do I mean at least half of what I say?

"Blaine?" my Dad echoes my thoughts.

"I...I told him...I told him to go confront Karofsky...to show that bastard that he wasn't afraid." Blaine sobs into my neck.

"That wasn't your fault son." Dad says, putting a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "No one pushes Hummels around. What you did was give Kurt the motivation to stand up to the little shit."

"Yes, idiot, listen to him!" I yell, pulling a curly lock.

Blaine's hand flew to his head. "But I told him..."

"Blaine Anderson, you blame yourself again and I'll...well, I'll think of something." Dad muttered, leaving the room again.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry!" Blaine murmurs, falling asleep. "Sorry for everything."

Without anything to do, I watch Blaine sleep. In the back of my head I wonder what he's thinking about.

"Touch his heart."

"Mommy?" I turn and there's my mom, as beautiful as I remember her.

"Hey, Kurtie." she said. I feel arms wrap around me.

"What's happening to me, mommy?" I turn to look back at Blaine, who simply pulled me closer into his sleep.

"You are in the bridge between two worlds." Mom says.

"The what?" I ask. "I feel like a dumb jock right now."

"You are in the gap between life and the afterlife." Mom says, than adds. "Life and death."

"Really? Did that asshole beat me up that bad?"

"Language." she scolds.

"Sorry. But...did he?"

"The doctors had to put you in a coma." Mom says.

Still looking at Blaine, it hits me that he's cuddling with me. "Did you know?"

"Know?"

"Well, Dad says he's known that I was gay since I was three...because all I wanted was a sensible pair of heels." I laugh.

"Kurt Paul Hummel...I've known since I first held you that you were different...that you'd change someone's mind. You've done just that. You have changed the minds of how so many people think and you've touched the heart of someone else." She says, looking at Blaine.

"I love him, Mom, so much that it hurts...so much that sometimes when he looks at me, I forget to breathe."

"You have a week." Mom says. "If you can't wake up then they'll pull the plug."

A week? Well, Gaga, this will suck worse than Finn's dance moves.

"So, how do I see his thoughts again?" I ask, wandering closer to him.

"Touch his heart." she replies, sounding faded.

"I thought I already did." I say, my hand over his heart. I turn and she's gone...Weird.

"I look back at sleeping Blaine, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Kurt..." he murmurs.

"I love you, Blaine, let me in." I whisper. "Feel my hand on your chest? You're warm against my hand.

He merely smiles and I feel his arms grasp my waist tighter.

I let out a sigh. "Longest Sunday Ever"