Author's Note thingy: This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fanfic! Yaaay me! :) So anyway, I hope you like it. Sorry for any typos. English isn't my mother language, so excuse me if I use any weird expressions. Uhm, yeah. Reviews would be like, totally awesome :) I don't know when the next chapter's gonna be up. And this is for a friend of mine who likes this fic very much *insert inside joke* :P

PS: I started writing this before On My Way, so I didn't get the idea from Quinn's car accident.

Life's too short to even care at all

Chapter 1

Blaine was in New York when he received the shocking news. He travelled there for the weekend, to accompany his parents who had some business to do there. He actually wanted to invite Kurt, but his boyfriend was too humble to accept, plus he said that he would go to New York for Nationals with the New Directions anyway soon.

Blaine's parents were in that conference room, discussing something with important people. Blaine was waiting outside in the hall. The hall was a big, nicely decorated room. Blaine was bored, so he was just wandering around, admiring the beautiful, detailed portraits that were hanging on the walls. There was a modern-looking sofa in a corner, along with some chairs that were for waiting clients and costumers.

Blaine had to smile when the thought of how much Kurt would like it here crossed his mind. Blaine thought of how excited he would get and how his cheeks would flush and take the colour of an adorable pink. Maybe he should call him right this moment? It was pretty early for a Sunday, but he knew Kurt's sleeping habbits. Even on the weekends he actually enjoyed waking up early, starting his moisturizing routine and making breakfast for the rest of the family. Blaine smiled again, a scene of a Saturday morning popping into his head.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slightly.

Blaine had slept over at the Hummel/Hudson house, in Kurt's bed (after promising Burt that they wouldn't do any funny business which took some time) and now Kurt was hectically searching for something.

As an answer to Blaine's question, Kurt mumbled something about 'moisturizing routine' and 'very important' and continued going through the big amount of creams on his drawer. Blaine watched him for a while and then sighed.

"Come back to bed, Kurt. It's still so early, plus it's Saturday. You have plenty of time to do anything you want later." Blaine said under a yawn, leaning over and grabbing Kurt from his waist to pull him back to bed, to him, under the warm covers.

"Only because it's you." Kurt grumbled, but Blaine could see a small smile on his face while he gave a soft, sweet kiss to Blaine's warm lips.

"We could make this morning more.. interesting by doing stuff, you know?" Kurt breathed against Blaine's lips, making Blaine shiver at the thought. They were horny teenagers and alone in a bedroom, of course Blaine would be all for Kurt's 'suggestion'.

"Your dad.. He'll hate me forever if he finds out we did anything." Blaine sighed happily when Kurt slipped his fingers under his shirt, stroking his stomach and the hair he had there.

"He won't. The door is closed and they all sleep until noon on the weekends." Kurt now pressed his lips on Blaine's neck.

"I don't know, Kurt.. I really don't wanna mess things up with your dad. He already thinks I'm weird from that time he saw me hungover in your bed.

Beforewe were dating."

"Ok." Kurt sighed and kissed Blaine on the lips again. "But can we at least cuddle?"

"Anytime." Blaine grinned and broke away from the kiss, cuddling up to Kurt and covering them both under the covers.

"You know... My parents won't be home next weekend. We could still do anything you want then."

"Sounds good. You have a lot to make up to me." Kurt yawned.

"I love you." Whispered Blaine, smiling into Kurt's hair.

"Love you too." Said Kurt, nuzzling into Blaine's shoulder.

Yes, Blaine did miss his boyfriend. The sweet, slow and lazy kisses. The passionate, wet and hot ones. His pale white skin, the skin that he was proud to be able to say he'd kissed every inch of. Kurt's amazing eyes, eyes Blaine had never seen before in his life and which could light up or freeze a whole room (with his bitch glares). How Blaine's heart pounded faster when he saw him. His perfect styled hair and how he often yelled when he messed it up, just to make up 2 minutes later. How his cheeks flushed an adorable pink when Blaine complimented or flirted with him.

Blaine's train of thoughts got interrupted by the ringtone of his phone. He sighed and pulled it out of the pocket, glancing at the display. Unknown number. Blaine furrowed his eyebrows.

"Blaine Anderson."

"Hello, Blaine!" It took Blaine a minute to recognise the voice, but then it clicked. Why would she call him at this time on a Saturday?

"Carole! Hi. How are you doing?"

"Blaine, sweetheart. Everything's.. fine with me, but.. Did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did."

"No no, you didn't Carole. Why are you calling? Did something happen?" Blaine started worrying. He had a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach and his heart started beating a pace faster.

"Let's say.. I have bad news Blaine. You should sit down somewhere, if you can right now." Ok, something definitely was wrong. You don't just get phone calls from your boyfriend's stepmother on Saturday mornings just to have a little chat. And Carole sounded.. sad. Like she had been crying. Blaine couldn't remember a single time Carole had ever looked sad. But he did as he was told and sat down on the edge of a nearby, small sofa.

"Ok, I'm sitting. Carole, what happened?"

"It's.. It's about Kurt." Blaine inhaled sharply. "He was at the mall yesterday with Finn, late at night to buy you a small present for when you came back. On the way back.. They called me and Burt at 2 am from the hospital. The boys had a car accident. Finn has some light, physical injuries, nothing too bad. But Kurt..." Her voice broke.

Blaine didn't move. He knew the news would be bad, but he wanted to hear them. Wanted to be sure that his mind didn't play a joke on him. So, he patiently waited for Carole to catch herself and continue talking.