Disclaimer: don't own Glee sorry :-/

Eternal- (Kurt POV)

In a relationship there are many moments you experience in which you tell yourself that "that can't possibly happen to me!" Blaine and I have been married for quite some time and our children have grown up and went to college. Blaine was out at work, and I was home cleaning. With the two kids gone the house seemed slightly empty, but I still had Blaine. I received a phone call at about 5:00 pm. Blaine was supposed to be on his way home.

When I saw the caller my heart stopped.

"H-hello?" I answered.

Mr. Anderson-Hummel? We are calling to let you know your husband Blaine Anderson-Hummel has been in a horrible car accident and is stationed in Lenox Hill Hospital in Manhattan. He's currently in a coma state, but we will inform you if he wakes up. Visiting hours are daily from noon to 8:00 pm.

I felt numb hearing these words. The whole situation had seemed so sudden and unreal to me. This could not be happening to me!

"Y-yes, thank you," I managed to choke out before hanging up the phone.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat in silence for a good long moment. I had to call someone..but who?I didn't look at the number or register who I was calling, the only thing I remembered was the sound of my son's voice.

Dad? Is everything alright?

I didn't know how to respond how to react.

"Come to New York, your father is in the hospital," I say shakily before hanging up.

I drive to the hospital a nervous wreck. My hands grip the steering wheel and my knuckles are white. Pain, emotions and love are overwhelming me as I drive. New York traffic seems to move languidly today and a little slow for my taste. WHat seemed like hours later I made it to the hospital and walked through the sliding doors. I went to the reception desk and asked for my husband.

"Anderson?" I asked nervously.

The kind lady looked up at me over her black rimmed glasses.

"Floor 7 room 734," the lady told me and I nodded heading to the elevator.

The elevator ride seemed to take forever before I reached the seventh floor and headed in the direction of Blaine's room. I knocked before opening the door seeing him lying there. His body was hooked up to several wires, he had bandages around his chest and his eyes were closed. He looked so lifeless and pale it scared me.

"Blaine," I whispered tearfully walking to his bedside taking his hand.

There was no warmth to his hand..it was cold, foreign even. I sat down hard in one of the provided chairs by his bedside gripping his motionless hand.

"Blaine," I whispered again.

My fingers traced his face brushing some stray curls from his forehead. For a middle-aged man, Blaine still had a good head of hair. I sniffed looking down at him as my thumb stroked his cold hand. His chest barely rose and fell and I longed to see his hazel eyes. The only thing that let me know he was alive was the soft beeping from the heart monitor. Fresh tears poured down my face as the hospital room door opened.

"Dad?" asked a voice.

I looked up to see my 22 year old son and 20 year old daughter looking at me concerned from the doorway. I wiped my eyes giving them a small, weak smile before glancing back at my husband. I felt warm arms pull into an embrace and looked up to see my daughter's hazel eyes staring back tears brimming. I knew they had to drop everything and leave college to come here. Darren looked like he was going to break down in sobs at the sight of his father.

"H-he's not dead is he?" she whispered.

"No, he hasn't woken up yet," I said.

"He can't die," she whispered.

I nodded tearfully a lump in my throat. This was particularly hard on me because Blaine and I share a connection, and when one of us is hurt, the other suffers greatly.

About a week had passed and Blaine hadn't woken up yet. I took time off from my job and sat at his bedside. One afternoon I was sitting by his bed holding his hand and telling him of the day. The nurse came in saying visiting hours were over and recommended that I go home and get some rest. This time I decided to listen to her and headed home exhausted. At around three in the morning I got a phone call waking me up.

"H-hello?" I asked groggily.

Mr. Anderson-Hummel? We are calling you to inform you your husband is showing brain activity.

My hand clasped over my mouth as tears ran freely down my cheeks. He was alive, Blaine was alive!

"How soon can I see him?" I asked.

Earlier today would be recommended.

Our love is eternal. I had known since I was 16 that I would be with Blaine until I die, I'm just glad it isn't happening too soon.