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AN: Sooooo, I miss counted the chapters, this chapter explains a little more about what is happening because of the rejected connection, and get ready for next chapter (wink wink) it's the longest yet! Because of my mix up it will be posted tomorrow. Sorry about that, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

Chapter 6:

Humming an indistinguishable song under her breath Carrie flitted easily around the kitchen, as she passed the stove she lifted the lid on the chicken soup. The steam rose into the air around her and she gave the simmering liquid a quick stir before replacing the lid and grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

Nick was sitting at the kitchen counter working on his homework. Glancing at her son, Carrie sighed. It's irrational but she feels like she has somehow messed up. Kurt should be sitting at the counter next to Nick, better yet they should both be at Dalton for the weekend, not home and Kurt certainly should not be curled up in bed sick. He had only been living with them for a handful of months, not even half a year, and he was nowhere close to being the happy little boy she visited years ago back in Ohio.

So much hardship had been dealt to such a sweet child, first losing his mother, then his father. She had hoped that having Kurt move out west and start fresh at a new school would do him good, help him move forward with his life. Now she felt like maybe that had been the wrong decision. Kurt clearly wasn't happy, no matter how much he told her that he was fine and school was good, Carrie could see the loneliness he was hiding.

Maybe this recent illness was because of it all, the stress and sadness manifested physically to the point where his body couldn't cope any more.

"Mom?"

Nick's worried voice broke Carrie from her train of thought and she gave him a tight smile. "I got a little caught in my head for a moment there."

Nick nodded slowly in agreement. "You were worrying about Kurt weren't you." It wasn't a question, and Carrie couldn't deny it, not that she would.

"Yes. I'm afraid all of this," She gestured vaguely around as though that would clarify what she meant, "is getting to be too much."

Setting down his pencil Nick sat up a little straighter, "Maybe, but I mean he seems happy at Dalton, and just yesterday I could have sworn that he actually connected with someone but then he ran from the room and came home sick."

Carrie had started to scoop up a bowl of soup to take to her nephew but faltered, almost dropping the bowl to the counter. "Wait what?"

"Uh, yeah. Friday at school, remember how I talked about Blaine Anderson coming to speak? Well after his speech Sebastian, Kurt, Jeff, and I hung back so Seb and Jeff could meet Blaine and then, well I can't be sure, but it seemed like Kurt and Blaine made eye contact and then Kurt ran from the room." Nick shrugged, still not quite sure what to make of his cousin's strange behavior, it didn't make any sense. "He ran to his room and texted me that he wasn't feeling well and was going home."

Carrie bit her lip, thinking about Kurt, sick in bed. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe it wasn't the shock and stress of his new life in California that was to blame. Maybe-

Her train of thought was cut off by the shrill sound of the kitchen phone ringing. In two quick strides Carrie was across the kitchen, having turned off the stove on the way and pushing the button to accept the call.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is this the Duval residence?" The voice on the other end asked in a rush.

"Yes? May I ask who is speaking?" Nick gave her a look of confusion and she waved him off.

"This is Wes Montgomery, I am Blaine Anderson's manager." Well Carrie certainly wasn't expecting that and she looked at Nick, face paling as she put the pieces together. "I'm sorry to bother you Mrs. Duval, but it seems like your nephew connected with Blaine but has been refusing their connection."

"-Shit." Carrie muttered, louder than she thought because Wes cut off.

"Excuse me?"

"I apologize, it's just it all makes sense now, Kurt has been home sick, getting worse each day and oh my god, Blaine, is he alright?"

Wes sighed heavily on the other end of the line and Carrie feared for what he was about to say. "No, he isn't. Last night he collapsed onstage at a concert in Los Angeles, we got him moved to a hospital in San Fransico, but he is in the ICU in a coma."

"Oh dear, is he going to be alright?" The scratch of a chair moving across the floor had Carrie looking up to see Nick walk over, concern highlighting his face. She gave him a small smile, and pulled him into her side, taking comfort in his presence.

"Not unless we can get Kurt to him as soon as possible. The doctor believes the only way for him to wake up is to have Kurt accept their connection. Trust me, I asked four different soulmate specialists but there isn't any other way to help Blaine, and I-I don't know what else to do."

With a deep breath Carrie spoke, "Okay."

"Mrs. Duval I swear I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't –wait? Okay? Really?" Wes sounded so shocked at her sudden agreement that Carrie couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yes really. Listen Mr. Montgomery-"

"Wes, please."

"Wes, I know that common sense says not to do this, that I should demand more information, possibly call the hospital to be sure what you are telling me is true, but my nephew, the only thing I have left of my sister, is getting more sick with each passing moment and I will do whatever I can to see that boy smile again. Tell me the hospital Blaine is at and we will be there as soon as possible."

"St. Francis Memorial."

"Alright, see you soon." And then she hung up, turning to face Nick who seemed to have figured out what the phone call was about and looked at his mom expectantly.

"Go get some blankets from the linen closet and meet me in Kurt's room, we have a connection to repair."


The line died and Wes set his phone back on the table next to Blaine's head, taking his friend's hand between both of his. Machines beeped and hummed, but otherwise the room was quiet. Blaine's face was soft and serene, if Wes didn't know better it would simply seem like he was asleep, not stuck in some gap between alive and dead.

The phone call was only the first of many that Wes still needed to make. He had already informed Blaine's family about his accident, and they were headed up from Santa Barbara. Cooper, Blaine's brother, was flying in from New York. With the knowledge that Kurt was on his way Wes could breathe a little easier, the tension in his chest releasing ever so slightly.

There was still a press statement to release, a tour to cancel, interviews and talk show appearances to reschedule. But for now it could continue to wait, for now Wes just wanted to sit here next to his best friend and take comfort in the machine noise letting him know Blaine was still alive.

The doctor had explained that due to the rejected connection, Blaine's body had shut down. It is similar to the way that a soulmate's body beings to shut down after their other half dies, though luckily in this situation, Blaine could be revived and make a full recovery if the one who is fighting the connection –Kurt- accepts it instead.

So, clinging to the hope that Kurt could bring Blaine back, Wes let his head fall back onto the chair and began drafting a press release in his mind.


Kurt knew he was getting worse. He could barely lift his head off his pillow when his aunt and Nick came barreling into his room. He slipped in and out of consciousness while they wrapped him in a few soft blankets and carried him out to the car. He passed out in the blissful, quiet blackness before he could even ask where they were going.


It amazed Carrie how calm Nick was staying through all this. He did everything she asked, even sat in the back of the car, pulling Kurt in close to his body and whispering reassurances into his cousin's ear.

Carrie pulled the car into a parking spot, the closest one to an elevator that was available and slammed the door shut harder than usual. Once Kurt was in the car he had passed out, and Carrie was terrified that they might be fighting against time.

She opened the rear door and was surprised to find Kurt sitting up looking at her expectantly. His blue eyes were still dull, his hair stuck to his forehead and his skin clammy but he was awake, that had to mean something.


The jolting of the car stopping had woken Kurt up and he raised his head from Nick's shoulder taking in the dark parking garage beyond the window. With more energy than he had felt in the past three days he tilted his head ever so slightly to see if Nick might give an explanation.

It worked.

"Hospital."

Well that didn't make sense, Kurt knew he was sick, but he was getting better, he was getting better already. "Why?" He croaked, wincing at how terrible his voice sounded.

"Blaine is in a coma," was all Nick said because the door next to him was opening and Carrie was reaching over him to undo his seat belt and helping him out of the car.