DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE

everything in italics is a memory.

The way he felt couldn't be described. He felt like a walking corpse; as if he weren't real. As if he were outside his body watching himself, sitting there, completely broken. What a pathetic sight. He reminded himself. Wallowing over here, when you should be in there, with Kurt.

The family went first. Blaine couldn't help but feel a pang of anger. Why did Finn and Carole deserve to go in there? Blaine had known him longer; Blaine had been there for him when they weren't.

He exhaled deeply. Now he was being arrogant. He shouldn't be taking his anger out on everyone.

He looked around the waiting room, he didn't remember how early in the morning it was. Now the only people in the waiting room, was an extremly stressed out teenager mother with a Colicky baby; An old sleeping man; and an anxious looking woman... and Blaine.

He looked down and realised his fingernails were embedded in his arms. He moved his hand to see the crescent marks they'd left. He gently rubbed his arm and retrieved his cellphone from his pocket.

3 missed calls.

His phone had been on mute, and he was too lost in thought to feel the vibrating. He sighed, and sat up from his chair.

He walked outside and shivered. It was an extremly cold night for September. Maybe it was his nerves, but his teeth were clattering. He dialed his home number and let it ring.

"Hello?" A very anxious voice said from the other line.

"Mom?" Blaine asked weakly. He heard a large exhale on the other line; he knew the worst was coming.

"Blaine Everret Anderson! Where in the lords good name were you; you had me worried sick!" She took a deep breath and then continued, "leaving without a note, I thought you were killed- why in a town like this! You being gay, I thought they'd-"

"I'm fine mom." Blaine mumbled, running his hands through his curly hair.

"You better have a damn good-"

"It's Kurt mom, he's in the hospital." Blaine's voice cracked.

He heard his mother gasp. "What happened Blainey?"

Blaine didn't even feel like snapping at her for calling him that dreaded nickname. "He was in a car accident, he got hit by a drunk driver, I guess. It's bad mom, he has all these things wrong with him and-" Blaine paused and let out a loud sob. "He's in a coma mom."

"Oh, honey." She whispered, her voice was trembling now. "Is there anything I can do?" She whispered.

"Yeah, just tell dad... I'm staying at David's house for a little while; I can't deal with him right now." Blaine said asked weakly. His father wasn't all too happy with him being gay, and he didn't really care for Kurt.

"Of course, baby. Anything." Mrs. Anderson said softly.

There was a small tap on Blaine's shoulder, and he turned around to see Finn. Newly shed tears were streaming down his face. "You can go see him now." The tall boy whispered.

Blaine followed the tall jock through the hospital, until they entered the ICU. It hit him like a brick wall; what was he going to see? Could he bear seeing Kurt so weak, when he was use to seeing him to strong?

Finn stopped and turned around, "dude, what's wrong?" Blaine could hear the irriation and his voice; it was understandable, it was late and Finn was tired and sad. Blaine bit his lip.

"What am I about to see?" He asked.

Finn walked over and placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "Your best friend since Kindergarden. He's the same, Blaine," Finn shrugged, "just a lot less quieter, and a little more broken looking."

"I just-" Blaine stopped, Finn cut him off.

"The nurse said he might be able to hear us, their not sure." He said, "maybe if you talk to him, he'll come back to us." Blaine saw Finn blinking back tears that were threatning to spill over his eyelids.

Blaine feebly nodded, and followed Finn to the room.

Finn went in first, and Blaine followed taking a deep breath. Blaine lost his breath though upon seeing Kurt. His beautiful face was bruised and battered, deep cuts bandaged, and broken bones in cast's. His cheekbones were littered with angry bruises that no fist could make.

His chest moved up and down slowly; Blaine noticed the tube down his throat almost instantly. Followed by the machine that was breathing for him. Neither boy made any noise. The only sound that could be heard was the soft heart monitor, and the loud pumping from the breathing machine.

Other then that, it was complete silence.

This... was the loudest sound Blaine ever heard.

"The tube down his throat is big-" Finn noted, "the doctor said it won't hurt him though."

Blaine nodded weakly. Finn shifted akwardly then patted Blaine on the back. "I'll leave you alone then."

Blaine went to protest, but Finn left the room. He really wished Finn would have stayed. Now it was just him and the empty hallow person that was Kurt. He hesitantly walked over to him, pulling a chair beside his bed side.

"Uh-hi-Kurt." Blaine sniffed. "It's kinda weird, talking to you and all. You not being able to answer back."

Blaine looked down, expecting to see Kurt looking up at him, that playful smile playing on his lips. Or a perfectly trimmed eyebrow raised and a snarky remark coming out of his mouth.

Instead he saw his eyelids shut, mouth agape, and tube down his throat, surgical tape holding it down. "Your going to be okay." Blaine said, tears streaming down his face. "Your going to be okay, Kurt. You'll wake up and be back to normal in no time."

He paused-again-expecting some kind of response.

"You have too much to live for, too many people love you." Blaine's voice cracked. "The glee club loves you. Hell, even Puckerman loves you." He chuckled a little. He paused awkward grabbing his limp hand.

"I love you."

July 1999

It was a hot summer. Both boys were in back of the Anderson home playing their usual game of "princess and prince". This was Kurt's favorite game; so it was Blaine's too. Whatever Kurt liked, Blaine did too.

The Hummels' and the Andersons' were now good friends. That was good for Blaine and Kurt; that meant they'd see each other more often.

Kurt lay on the ground eyes closed as Blaine stood over him. The curly haired boy had no idea what he was suppose to do. As if reading his mind Kurt mumbled, "you have to wake me up Buh-laine, the monster put me to sleep, so you have to wake me up."

Blaine looked down at Kurt. "How am I spose' to wake you up?"

He'd never played princess before. On account of, he was an only child and all his cousins were boys. Kurt opened his eyes and his face scrunched up in concentration. "I think your spose' to kiss me."

"Kiss you?" Blaine gasped, "but I never kisses anyone an' your a... boy."

Kurt tugged on his bangs. "That's right. Hmm... I think it's okay if you kiss me real quick." He said closing his eyes once more.

Blaine's eyes widened and knelt down. He'd never kissed a boy before. It couldn't be wrong though, because his mommy and daddy never told him it was wrong. So Blaine leaned down and quickly planted a kiss on Kurt's lips.

He pulled away real fast and Kurt's eyes opened. "You saved me, Buh-laine!" He cheered, he jumped up and hugged Blaine.

"Your lips tasted like strawberries." Blaine noted.

Kurt nodded, "it's my mommy's I don't want dry lips."

"Want a juice box?" Blaine asked Kurt.

Kurt nodded.

The two boy's spent the rest of the day in the tree in Blaine's backyard. Blaine's dad built a treehouse up there and it soon became Blaine and Kurt's favorite place to hide.

Finally, Kurt went home. Reluctantly though like always. He gave Blaine a tight hug and promised to come back the next day.

Now, it was just Blaine and his parents at the dinner table. Blaine sit poking at his food until finally he spoke up. "Mommy, daddy, is it okay for boys to kiss each other." He asked quietly.

His father dropped his fork and his mother raised her eyebrow. "W-Why do you ask that sweetheart?" She stammared.

Blaine shrugged. "Kurt and I were playing prince and princess, and to get him to come back... I had to kiss him." The little boy said nonchalantly, taking a bite of his food.

Blaine's mother went to say something but her husband cut her off. "Blaine, it's not okay." He grumbled. His gazed hardened into a glare. "Boys are not supposed to kiss other boys."

"Richard!" Mrs. Anderson gasped.

Richard Anderson ignored his wife. "Never again Blaine, got it?" He pointed his fork at the little boy. "Never again, or Kurt won't come over again, got it?"

Blaine nodded meekly, and turned back to his food.

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