Ceiling – Light - Ceiling – Light - Ceiling – Light. Kurt noticed as he was rushed through the emergency department. He was holding onto consciousness, refusing to rest until he knew where Dave was and that he was going to be okay. Dark thoughts rushed through his mind; He could already be Dea-. Kurt cut off his own thoughts, not daring to think it as just the beginnings of that thought had reduced him to tears, then as they moved him off the stretcher to permanent bed more tears flowed, tears of agony.

Kurt didn't know what was wrong with him, he was holding on for consciousness, but barely, his body was exhausted from the trauma. There was excruciating pain coming from his lower right leg, his right arm and his neck was being held in place with a brace, he knew that these injuries weren't exactly minor.

'David Karofsky? Move him to bay 17, we weren't expecting you so quick.' A doctor stated. 'Someone get to HDU and get a life support machine, take it to bay 17. NOW!'

Kurt's heart sunk in his chest, those words were enough to break his hopes and dreams and his entire future. If Dave was going to die, Kurt's life wasn't worth living anymore. Sharp stabbing pains ricocheted up Kurt's leg, he writhed in agony, causing pain in his neck, back and arm, the excruciating pain from all over his body pushed Kurt away from the real world and into black, into the safety of zero-thinking, into unconsciousness.

xXxXx

"Can I talk to Burt Hummel please?" The receptionist asked politely. The Mmhm of a teenage boy came down the line to her. "Can I help you?" a gruff older voice finally flowing out of the receiver, not being rude, but clear exhaustion in his words. "Mr Hummel, I'm calling from the Triumph hospital emergency room. I have your son and David Karofsky, who I have been told by his father, you are responsible for?

Burt's face was a symbolic painting of confusion and worry. "I- Yes I am responsible for Dave," he blurted out, "What's happened, why are they there, are they going to be oka-" The woman interrupted Burt. "Mr Hummel, the situation for both boys is currently being classed as critical, with David's situation more volatile." The receptionist heard a gasp and a weak, barely noticeable sob down the phone. "What's wrong with them exactly?" Burt asked, his voice breaking in places. Your son has broken his neck, shattered his right radius and has three separate breaks in his right tibia. Burt winced as each injury was relayed to him, he wasn't sure he dared ask what had happened to Dave, if it was considered worse than that. "David has fractured many of the bones in his hands and forearms and there is breakage to his left humorous, but they are not serious. The complications are being caused because David's head penetrated the glass of the vehicle side window, leaving a severe amount of surface and deep-tissue lacerations to his face. Furthermore he is currently in a comatose state and we are not fully aware of the damage to his brain, we are proposing it may be moderate to severe, but this is just a suggestion and we won't know the damage until he is conscious. We have him on a life support machine, but at the current time but he isn't using it, his body is still functioning by itself, which yes, would suggest the damage to his brain is not so severe, but we cannot yet confirm this as, like I said, we cannot fully diagnose until he's conscious."

Burt's eyes were wide in fear. "Can we come now?" he asked the receptionist, a pleading tone in his voice. "You may, but you won't be able to see either boy yet, Dave is in comatose and Kurt is unconscious at the current time." At this Burt hung up and spun round to see Carol and Finn in their coats and Carol holding Burt's out for him, they all knew this was going to be a difficult night. But they were a family now and had been for a long time. Families support each other, Dave was part of that family and they needed to be there as much for him as they did for Kurt.

Burt drove fast but safely, he drove down West Market Street and turned violently into the hospital. Him, Finn and Carole burst through the doors and made their way to the receptionist to tell her that they were here. She repeated to them what her colleague had told them and said that neither of the boys was ready to be visited yet.

xXxXx

When Kurt regained consciousness, he found a cast on his leg, his arm in a cast held up by a sling. The nurse instantly noticed that he'd come round and walked over to check on him. "Where's Dave?" Kurt slurred incoherently, finding it difficult to form words, he went to move his aching head slightly before realising the brace that was still secured on his neck. "It's just a precaution," The nurse stated. "We thought you'd broken your neck, but it's just a hairline fracture. Do you want to see your family?" Kurt nodded; he refused to attempt anymore speaking when he couldn't speak properly. The nurse noticed this so she turned by the entrance to the cubicle. "We've given you some pain relief for your neck, it will relax the muscles, and with that your vocal chords, you'll struggle to speak, I'll get a white board." She smiled before leaving the cubicle.

Minutes later the nurse returned with a white board and the Hudson-Hummel family. Burt came in and hugged his son gently as to make sure not to hurt him. Carole sat down in the chair on the right side of his bed, smiling softly at him.

Kurt grabbed his white board as to ask a question, Where's Dave? He wrote in his articulate, precise writing. "He's in a coma at the moment, he sustained significant injuries and we've placed him in the HDU for now, until he comes round. Kurt went back to scribbling. Didn't someone say something earlier about getting him life support? I can't remember, I just think I heard someone say when I first came in. "Yes Kurt, they did, he is connected to life support machine, but as a precaution, he's still functioning by himself at the moment, which leads us to think any damage to his brain is limited and therefore will not cause any implications for him.

Kurt hung his head, trying to conceal the tears that were now flowing freely down his battered face. His porcelain skin had turned a vile green in many places and a black eye was prominent on the right side with stitches across his brow.

"I can let one of you into the HDU in the morning if you would like to see him, Kurt, if you'd like to go we can get you a wheelchair?" Kurt nodded and the nurse smiled sympathetically. "He'll be fine bro," Finn said softly, with a caring attitude that Kurt had never seen his step-brother in. "I'm sure he will," the nurse added, "He looks like a strong boy, he'll be able to fight his way through it. I can only give you all another hour or so, its eleven thirty now and visitors are supposed to leave at ten. But you haven't been here long so I'll make an exception." She smiled before fully stepping out of the cubicle and closing the paper curtains behind her.

They sat in silence for the entire hour, Dave's condition looming over them all. Burt and Carole kissed their son / stepson goodbye and told him they would be back around nine or ten in the morning. Finn was the last to leave. "He'll be okay, you know that right? He's tough Kurt, about as tough as they come. Get some sleep okay?" Finn's voice was full of emotion and concern, something he didn't know his stepbrother could feel for him. Kurt nodded and attempted a half smile.

xXxXx

Kurt has been sitting with Dave since eight. His parents had joined him at ten and they'd been in silence for the last 6 hours. The doctors had changed Kurt's pain relief, giving his vocal chords the ability to move freely and thus him being able to talk. Yet not one word had left his lips. Kurt jumped as someone finally spoke; "We're going to get some coffee aren't we Carole?" Burt stated. "Yes, we are, we'll give you two sometime alone" She smiled, patting Kurt gently on the shoulder, the warmth of her hands awakening him slightly.

Kurt shuffled in his chair, his whole body ached, and he noticed only then that he had sat in the position for hours. Tears began to run down his cheeks, "Wake up, please wake up, you can't leave me, you can't Dave, wake up, and please just..." He buried his face into the hockey stars arm, sobbing loudly. He took his good arm and span his whole body while pushing up, landing elegantly on Dave's bed. He laid down, burying his face into Dave's chest and the exhaustion finally set in, Kurt fell asleep with his comatose lover.

Kurt awoke in the dark room of the hospital, he'd been admitted to the ward that morning, as soon as it had opened and ER could move him out. He'd been removed from Dave and laid in his own bed. He lay there, not knowing the time and not caring. Just wanting to be close to Dave again, to feel his face pressed into Dave's warm, comforting chest. It was now he realised, he'd said 'I Love You.' And had meant more than he ever knew it could.

xXxXx

59 days had passed since the crash. The date was July 23rd and Kurt lying back in his own bed, alone. Dave still hadn't regained consciousness and every day that passed was another day Kurt cried. Kurt had returned for the last two weeks of school, he had been given all the work he'd missed to complete over the summer. When he would return to McKinley for his senior year. On the upside, if Dave woke up, he would be going with him. His parents had been told that Dave would have to redo his senior year because the time he'd missed combined with his previous bad grades meant he would not have sufficient credit to graduate.

Kurt got showered and dressed as usual, packed his text books and made his way to his SUV; he'd only been driving again for about a week, because he had to wait for his prosthetic radius that had been fitted not long after the crash to bond properly with the ligaments, tendons and muscles in his arm.

The drive to the hospital was miserable as usual, Kurt dreading the day because Dave wasn't going to wake up, Kurt had started to lose hope that Dave would ever wake up, he loved him with all his heart and had been to the hospital every day since discharge but things weren't really improving. They'd removed Dave from the HDU and his life support, he didn't need either. He now had his own private room on a ward on the 7th floor of the hospital, he had a window and Kurt always thought Dave was awake when he would enter the room. The way the natural light reflected off his face made him look so alive.

It was now eleven o'clock and Kurt was making his way down the hallway towards Dave's room. The nurses all seemed happier than usual and all positively beamed at him as he walked past them. Kurt didn't have any idea what was going on, he just wanted to sit down, with his hand on Dave's and the other on his text books so he could catch up on this god damn senior Math, if he got it finished by the time he went back, he'd have no Math for the rest of the year and that was something he would love.

Kurt reached the door but spun round and walked to the water dispenser across the hall, he filled up a cup and juggled the flowers, cup, books and his bag as he made his way back over to Dave's door. He placed his hand on the knob, pushed down and pressed forward into the room.

The books hit the floor first, followed by the flowers and were then all covered by water as it blasted its way out the cup. Dave was sitting up in bed, very much conscious and more than anything, he was smiling at him. "DAVE!" Kurt bellowed running forward and throwing his arms round his lover. "W-when did you w-wake up?" Kurt asked, touching his boyfriends' cheeks and planting soft kisses all over his face. "This morning about three," Dave stated, a little shame in his voice "I asked them not to call you; they said you'd been coming in religiously every day, so I wanted to surprise you. Especially since..." Dave reached over to the table, pulling a bouquet of flowers and a card into his hands and bringing them in front of Kurt; "It's our five month anniversary , even though I've been unconscious for a lot of it," Kurt couldn't help the fresh stream of tears that were running down his face. He'd never imagined he'd be so romantic and he'd certainly not imagined that Dave would awake and within eight hours manage to obtain flowers and a card.

"I love you so much, Davey." Kurt sobbed into Dave's chest. "I love you too, with all my heart." Dave wasn't crying but Kurt could hear his voice breaking with every word. The rest of the day was spent with the two of them cuddling on Dave's bed, his hands had fully healed with no problems and the scars on his face from the shattered window had healed nicely with not too many deep scars that were visible.

The nurse finally came in and informed the two that Dave would be discharged at the end of the following week and that his insurance had been contacted so that payment could be made to the hospital. Dave stared at her in shock before saying with a gasp "I don't have insurance, my Dad threw me out, I was on family insurance."

"We contacted your father David; he informed us that you were never removed from the insurance and that it would pay your $79, 000 bills, for your time here in Triumph. Dave stared in complete shock. Kurt's face looked more confused than shocked and at the moment; Paul and Joan Karofsky stepped into the room, with flowers and gifts. Dave's jaw dropped in shock, Kurt made an 'Oh' sound and Dave's parents just smiled.

xXxXx

Dave's parents spent hours talking to Kurt and Dave, the subject of their son's sexuality was strongly averted and they both averted their eyes away from Kurt and Dave's entwined hands. Dave refused to let the topic stay subdued anymore and finally bought it up, squeezing Kurt's hand as he spoke.

"I still don't understand Dad, you disowned me, and you threw me out and refused to see or talk to me all because I was Gay. His parents winced at the words and Paul Karofsky took a deep breath before talking. "And for that we are sorry, I'm not going to lie David, I don't like it, I don't like it one bit. But the fact is that you are who you are and I'm personally ashamed that you had to reach the brink of death before me and your mother came to appreciate how precious you are, regardless of who you date a-and love." He finished, nodding towards Kurt which caused a severe uneasiness to spur within the young soprano.

Dave looked from Kurt to his family and then back to Kurt again and smiled. "Well at least we know where we stand". The nurse came in at the moment and told them all it was eight o clock and that visiting hours were now finished, none of them had notice the sky turn a deep red outside as the long summer day drew to a close, but a day it had been and progress had been made in places that Dave could barely begin to comprehend. Kurt was back to his usual chatty self, now that the light within him had been restored, now that he had Dave back. Dave's parents both hugged him and his mother kissed him on the head before walking round to Kurt and pulling him into a tight hug, whispering in his ear "Thank you for everything you've done, I'm glad Dave is being loved by someone as beautiful and kind as you." She pulled away from him smiling and Kurt was smiling to himself for the comment. "It was nice to see you again, Kurt" Paul Karofsky said holding it his hand which Kurt chook gladly. Dave and Kurt said goodbye and then they left the room.

"Common Kurt time to go," Arianne the nurse said, Kurt knew all the nurses by first name, he spent more time at the hospital then he did at home. "You always let me stay longer though..." Kurt pleaded. "That was when this one didn't need rest because he was getting so much of it," She told him, "Five more minutes then, Kurt? I'm gonna throw you out." "Okay, okay, in the love of Gaga come down." Kurt blurted in an over exaggerated, exasperated fashion. "I am going to miss your quotes, Kurt" and at that Arianne left, leaving the two alone.

Dave cupped his hand around the small of the small of Kurt's neck and pulled him in, their lips connecting in a passionate kiss of longing, of hope and more importantly, of love. Kurt let out a small whimper and that was all the opportunity Dave needed to slide his tongue in Kurt's mouth. Kurt knelt on to the bed and placed himself above Dave, raking his fingers through the boys' unusually long mousy brown hair. "I- Can't- Wait- To- Get- You- Home" Dave mustered with gasps of breath. "I can see that six weeks of unconsciousness has made you blind with lust, sweetheart." Kurt teased.

"Mmmhm" was all Dave could muster, now burying his lips into Kurt's neck, it smelled so good, he missed out on the smell for long enough, not anymore.

"By the way," Kurt said, pulling away from Dave, and resting straddled in the larger boys lap. He leaned forward again, grinding his and Dave's hips together as hard as he could with the movement. "I'm ready, whenever you want me." He pulled away to see Dave's reaction. Dave looked as though all his Christmas's and Birthdays had come at once. "What's bought this on?" He asked, curious as to why his boyfriend's decision had changed since they were last together. "Not being with you for the last two months has shown me how much I love you, how much I never want to leave you and more, more than anything, how everything I am, have and gain is yours and is for you." Kurt finished, Dave looked over whelmed at the statement and had no answer, Kurt knew he felt the same, Dave always had. So in return for the act of love, Dave leaned forward and placed the softest kiss Kurt had ever had onto those pink, smooth lips.

[A/N]

Well, well, well, it all turned out nice in the end right? RIGHT? Wrong? Maybe? We'll see after the Hiatus. Yes i said Hiatus, unfourtuneately, due to my January exams, Fashion and Drama coursework deadlines, there will be a hiatus until around the middle of January (about the 19th maybe?) PLEASE REVIEW GUYS AND GIRLS, I LOVE HEARING WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. Let me know what you think of the first half, which this is. I've really enjoyed writing it so far and have really liked getting noticed by some amazing writers like Zephyr The Bunny, who i would like to dedicate this chapter too, because she's going to have my Kurtofsky Fan Fiction Babies!

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