AN: Sorry I haven't updated in forever! Just a lot going on. Anyway, gonna be updating a lot more frequently now, so don't worry. Oh, and also, the little bit of the song I used in here is called Come What May from Moulin Rouge.

Chapter 11

Kurt's entire body felt like it someone had drained all the physical, emotional, and mental strength that he had ever possessed in his life out of him. The past few hours were a complete blur, and his mind tried desperately to put together the pieces. It was almost as if it was too dramatic and intense to have actually happened in real life; to him, no less.

"Okay Puck, tell me where you are, I'm coming right now."

Puck gave him the address. Kurt flew down the staircase, out the door, and into his car. He sped there are fast as he could without risking getting pulled over. The overwhelming feeling of dread was growing in the pit of his stomach. What if he was too late?

The scene before him was an absolute madhouse. There were drunken kids everywhere, music was blaring, and the house was huge. How would he ever be able to find Blaine in all this? He desperately started screaming, knowing full well he probably wouldn't hear him, but it was worth a shot.

"PUCK! PUCKERMAN, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"KURT, I'M UP HERE, HURRY!"

Kurt ran up the stairs two at a time to the room that Puck was standing outside of. He looked inside and nearly threw up at the sight that lay before him.

Some random guy with curly hair was sitting in the corner of the room, obviously not wanting to get his hands dirtied in any of this. Kurt assumed he was the one who had the drugs, so the fact that this guy hadn't split already was surprising. Wes's pupils were full blown and he was shaking violently, obviously with way too much adrenaline pumping through his veins than should have been normal, and for obvious reasons. For underneath Wes's arms, he was bracing a convulsing Blaine.

"Kurt, I think he OD'd, man!" Puck's voice strained. "Should I call 911?"

"No," Kurt replied, his head strangely clear for how dire and intense of a situation this was. "They'll spend their time breaking up this party, not helping Blaine. They'll never get to him in time. Puck, help me carry him to my car, we'll take him to the hospital."

Puck nodded and did as he was told, picking the seizing Blaine up swiftly into his arms and heading towards the stairs, followed by Kurt.

"I'll come with you!" Wes started.

"NO!" Kurt yelled back, furious. "This is your fucking fault! If Blaine wasn't so goddamn worried about impressing you and your other little delinquent friends, this never would have happened!"

Kurt left a shocked looking Wes in the doorway and he sprinted down the stairs after Puckerman, helping him lay Blaine down in his car, and driving towards Lima General as fast as he possibly could.

And now, here Kurt sat in a cold, plastic chair next to the hospital bed of Blaine Anderson. He was hooked up to numerous IVs that the doctors said were draining the narcotics out of his system, but they said there was no way they could guarantee that severe damage hadn't already be done, or even if he was come out of his drug-induced coma anytime soon.

Puck was out in the waiting room. He called Finn, Mercedes, and a few of the other New Directions whose phones were still on at this hour. He was waiting out there for them to arrive while Kurt sat firmly at Blaine's side.

Kurt looked at Blaine's face. His skin was pale, his eyes were shut, his lips were blue. He looked so weak. So different from the strong, sexy, confident boy Kurt loved. Ha. Love. That's what got them into this mess. If Kurt would have just kept his mouth shut about loving Blaine, things wouldn't have spiraled the way they did. Sure, he was upset with how Blaine reacted, but what did he expect? He knew how touchy Blaine was with feelings and with love and with trust. Kurt shouldn't have barraged him like that. Because right now, he'd rather have a Blaine who was still too scared to say I love you than no Blaine at all. And as Kurt began to feel the tears swell up in his eyes, he gripped Blaine's motionless hand and he began to sing.

Never knew I could feel like this,

Like I've never sent the sky before.

Want to vanish inside your kiss,

Everyday I'm loving you more and more.

Listen to my hear can't you hear it sing?

Come back to me, and forgive everything.

Seasons may change, winter to spring.

But I love you, 'til the end of time.

Kurt lowered his head onto Blaine's bed, squeezing Blaine's hand and hoping for a response.

Nothing.