A/N: So I raged last chapter upon finding that the last line hadn't actually gone through, and what I'd *hoped* was a cliffhanger was really just a bad ending. So uh, you may want to reread the last line of chapter 20 if you want.

Also, again, medical stuff has kind of been researched, but I have about as much medical knowledge as a blind guppy.

(No actually I have some knowledge, but that's just my disclaimer in case it's all wrong)

Thanks for sticking around guys, there's another brief A/N at the end of this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own Glee or the characters. Or a Warbler blazer (really, really want one though..)

...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

"Get that damn defibrillator prepped!"

...eeeeeee...

"Clear!"

Thud

...eeeeeeeee...

"Get it prepped again! Marshall, what the Hell did you inject him with?"

...eeeeeeee...

"I...uh..."

"Clear!"

Thud

Eeeep.

Beep.

Beep.

"Thank Christ for that."

Beep.

"Alright, let's patch this boy up!"

Kurt paced up and down the corridor, trying to calm the thousands of thoughts rushing around his head.

The door slammed and his head snapped up to where two very familiar figures were practically sprinting towards him.

"Kurt!" Peter panted, as Megan pulled him in for a fierce hug, nearly winding him.

Kurt regarded Blaine's parents in front of him, suddenly grateful to have people he actually knew with him.

"I..." Kurt tried to find words, but his throat was suddenly blocked as sobs overcame him once more.

"Oh darling, come here." Megan wrapped her arms around the boy once more, crying with him.

"Wh... what do you guys know?"

Megan and Peter shared a glance, before Peter answered.

"Not a hell of a lot. All we know is that there was an accident and Blaine's been seriously injured. Is he in surgery now?"

Kurt nodded, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"He, uh... he's been in there for a couple of hours now." Kurt informed them, voice small.

Megan's lip quivered as she turned to bury her face in Peter's shoulder.

"Shh, he's going to be fine, remember?"

"Yeah, he's tough, I know, but what if they don't know about his reaction to Diazepam...oh God, Peter!"

Peter soothed Megan as Kurt stood awkwardly to the side.

"I uh... I'm gonna go see how Simon's going."

Kurt ducked down the corridor, pausing at the sight of Simon on his phone, free arm waving manically.

"Yes, Nathan" Simon spat, eyes dark, "I know you don't want anything to do with me anymore, but I just thought I'd let you know that your friend of six years is in hospital... no, don't come and visit because Kurt, Blaine and I are here and I'd hate for you to catch the gay. Yes, it is like a sick Mardi Gras..."

Kurt backed away as he realised now probably wasn't the right time to be talking to the boy.

"Kurt?"

Kurt twirled around, eyes wide.

"Emily?"

"... And I just said to them that it shouldn't matter who Simon loves, 'cause God's all about love and loving someone of the same gender shouldn't matter..."

Kurt smiled, arm around Emily's shoulder.

"You know, for someone of your age, your head is very firmly screwed on your shoulders. That was a really amazing thing that you did. I can't believe you walked out of your house. Wow..."

Emily smiled, brown eyes shining brightly through her bangs.

"Simon's worth it. He's an amazing brother."

Kurt smiled; Simon did seem like a really compassionate guy.

"You know, you kind of look like my friend Rachel from Ohio... I think it's the hairstyle. You're both beautiful though."

Emily beamed, eyes clouding over once more as she gazed around her; the reality of the situation coming back.

"So, uh, have we heard any news on Blaine?"

Kurt shook his head, widening his eyes in an effort to stop the tears from erupting once more.

"Hopefully soon."

LeCarre glanced at his watch: 16:04.

"I'm going to go out and talk to the family. Let's get this boy into intensive care."

"Is the... uh... Anderson family here?"

Kurt's head whipped up, alongside Megan and Peter's.

"Yeah, we're the Andersons, we're his parents." Peter stated rather firmly.

LeCarre nodded, swallowing nervously.

"I'm Doctor LeCarre, and I was responsible for your son's surgery today... and uh, well, if you'd like to come this way I can explain the extent of his injuries and the kind of recovery time we can expect."

Megan nodded, stepping up with Peter.

"Come on, Kurt."

Kurt's expression faltered, hope flickering in his eyes, "Sorry?"

"You're his family too, let's go."

Kurt smiled faintly, though it didn't show in his eyes. It was certainly nice the way the Andersons treated him as one of their own.

LeCarre lead them down the corridor to a small office with plush bench seats.

"Blaine came in this morning with minor bleeding from his scalp, trauma to his abdomen and a fracture in his femur."

Peter winced, Megan stifling yet another sob.

Kurt sat, stony faced, trying not to think about how painful it must have been.

"Now, before we begin I'm obliged to inform you that we did lose Blaine for roughly half a minute on the operating table. It appears that someone thought it would be beneficial to administer Blaine some Diazepam."

"Oh my God. Did they not see his medic-alert bracelet?" Megan muttered, screwing her eyes shut as she grimaced.

"He came back to us, after the use of the defibrillator, he just might have a sore chest for a while when he wakes up.

He's going to make a complete recovery, except for one factor."

Megan, Peter and Kurt all sat forward, bracing themselves.

"One of Blaine's kidneys was no longer able to function properly, so we've had to remove it to prevent the distribution of toxins to the rest of his body."

Megan's face paled.

"Wait, what? Is that okay, will he be able to live normally like that?"

LeCarre pursed his lips.

"Well, it's entirely possible for someone to live with just one kidney. Hell, people are born with just the one sometimes..."

"But?" Megan asked.

"But people born with one kidney often compensate for it with the other kidney. I'm worried that someone like Blaine, active and full of energy, wouldn't cope well with just the one."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"So, what can we do?"

Doctor LeCarre paused for a moment.

"Well, there are two options I guess. One is we contact the donor database and hope someone's got a kidney compatible with Blaine's blood and tissue types."

"Wait... is it the kidneys that can grow back if a piece gets cut off?" Peter asked, brow furrowing as he tried to recollect high school biology.

"No, that's the liver. If only it were that easy..."

"And the second option?" Kurt asked, growing impatient from the constant state of worry.

LeCarre smiled at him, "The second option is a transplant from a blood relative, provided the tissue and blood type matches."

Megan swallowed, having no doubt in her mind that she'd donate a kidney more than willingly, should her son need it.

"That sounds like the best option, if it's possible."

LeCarre nodded, "Well there'll be some tests, both in terms of bloods as well as psychological, just to check the donor is in an appropriate frame of mind. The psychological tests won't be done until the match is ascertained."

Megan's tears had subsided and she was now on autopilot.

Peter held her hand gently.

"When will the tests take place?"

"Whenever you're ready. Now, you're not Blaine's biological father, are you Mr Anderson?"

Peter shook his head, a slight feeling of uselessness creeping up on him.

"Are you in contact with his biological father at all?"

Megan nodded, "He was the other man in the crash."

LeCarre glanced at his clipboard, flicking through a few papers.

"Thankfully his injuries weren't too major, he was very lucky. I might leave discussions of organ donation until he's had a bit more of a chance to recover. A few days hopefully. His main injury was to his ribs."

Megan grimaced, "Ouch."

LeCarre nodded in agreeance, "Ouch indeed. Now, would you like to see your son?"

Kurt stood at the foot of Blaine's bed, eyes welling up at the sight of bandages and various cords attached to monitors.

The longer he stared, the more his heart broke.

Blaine wasn't meant to look like this. So fragile, so... vulnerable.

He took comfort in the rhythmic beeping of Blaine's heart monitor, relieved that although Blaine wasn't being his usual vivacious self, he was still very much alive.

"How long until he wakes up?" Megan enquired, holding her son's hand softly, brushing his dark curls off his forehead.

"Hopefully some time soon. It could be anytime after ten tonight."

Megan sat in the seat next to Blaine's bed and Kurt crept over to a plush chair in the corner of the room, tucking his legs up and resting his chin on his knees.

Waiting.

Kurt dozed through the night, waking occasionally with a start and looking around himself, bewildered, until he remembered where he was. And why.

Each time he woke brought with it a fresh wave of tears.

He'd convince himself it had just been a nightmare, and he'd wake up in Blaine's arms. They'd snuggle and Kurt would sigh contentedly at the feel of Blaine's warm breath ghosting his neck.

Kurt ached to just hold Blaine again.

It had been less than a day, but Kurt already found himself missing the little things.

The way Blaine's eyes would sparkle when he grinned cheekily at Kurt having been caught doing something he shouldn't.

The way his nose crinkled a little when he tried to sing high notes and just missed. Normally hitting a bad note would irk Kurt to no end, but with Blaine it was just adorable.

Kurt hoped, and for the first time in his existence, prayed to whatever beings might be out there, just in case, that Blaine would pull through completely fine.

He knew he'd love Blaine no matter what happened, but there was something heart-wrenching at the thought of not having the same Blaine; the boy so full of life that Kurt was used to.

He sighed. Whatever happened would happen, and Kurt knew he would learn to deal with it when the time came.

For some reason though, that thought only broke his heart more.

Alan stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the faint discomfort whenever he took a breath.

Painkillers were good, yes, but sometimes they just couldn't remove the entire feeling of discomfort; that subconscious knowledge that something was inherently wrong somewhere in the body.

He sighed, grimacing when the action caused him more pain.

"Karen" he rasped, glancing over to where his wife sat slumped in her chair, eyes closed.

"Karen!" He said, a little louder, smiling slightly when she woke, eyes wide.

"What's the matter love? Do you need more meds? Should I call a nurse?"

Alan chuckled as softly as he could, rolling his eyes at his wife's concern.

"No, I'm fine, how's Blaine?"

Karen's smile faltered and she glanced down, fiddling with her jumper.

"He still hasn't woken up..."

Alan's ECG picked up pace, and Karen's sat up, alarmed.

"Alan, calm down, it's okay. Blaine's still unconscious, but there've been no brain injuries and his surgery was a success."

Alan exhaled in relief, glancing across at the sound of a tentative knock on the door.

"Hey Simon."

Simon entered the room, looking anxious at the site of Alan on the hospital bed.

"Hey Alan, how are you going?"

Alan smiled grimly, "I've been better, but hey, worse things happen at sea, right?"

Simon smiled lightly, pulling a chair next to Alan's bedside.

"Have you heard anything about Blaine yet?"

"All I know is he's not awake yet, but his brain wasn't injured. So that's good. I feel so stupid though."

Tears sprung from nowhere, and next thing Alan knew, his cheeks were saturated.

"It's all my fault. God, I just-"

"Alan, how the hell is this your fault? If anything it's the fault of the idiot truck driver who'd decided it would be a good idea to go to work still intoxicated from last night. Dude, it's not your fault. At all."

Alan smiled at Simon, "You're a good kid."

Simon's lip quivered, "Well my father certainly doesn't think so."

Alan snorted, "No offense, but your dad is an old coot. Come live with us. As long as it's not too weird being neighbours to your parents."

Simon smiled, "That's really generous of you guys, thank you. Um... also, would it be possible for Emily to stay for a bit? She kind of walked out of the house. Said she didn't want to live with 'obnoxious primeval homophobes'."

Alan chuckled, "Sure. I mean, we'll probably cop it from your parents, but until that happens, she is more than welcome to stay as well."

Simon beamed, "Thank you so much. You guys have always essentially been my second family anyhow."

Karen smiled gently at Simon, "You know you're going to have another little sister now, right?"

Simon grinned, "Yeah, but Aleisha's sweet so it's all good."

There was a rap at the door, and all three turned to the nurse who stood awkwardly at the door.

"Um, hi Mr Wright, I'm Jazmine, your nurse for the next few days..."

"Hi Jazmine" Alan said, smiling warmly at the girl who looked terrified to be standing there.

She must be new he thought.

"Um, so Doctor LeCarre was wondering if he might be able to come in and talk to you? He was going to wait a few days but decided to address the situation sooner rather than later."

Alan frowned, "Situation?"

"He'd be better at explaining it than I would, but it's about your son, Blaine."

All the blood drained from Alan's face.

"Sure, tell him to come in as soon as he can."

Jazmine nodded, walking out the door.

"Mr Wright? I'm Geoff LeCarre, I operated on Blaine earlier today." LeCarre said warmly, extending a hand to shake and then deciding better of it, smiling instead.

"How's he going?"

"He got through the surgery alright, but there was one issue."

Alan raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"We had to remove one of his kidneys."

"Oh."

"Megan Anderson has offered to undergo some tests to see if she's compatible, but as part of the process we just inform you of what's going on and see if you'd be willing to undergo the same tests."

Alan nodded, throat suddenly dry.

"Yeah, I ... of course."

Kurt sat slumped forward in his chair, hand limp where he'd placed it under Blaine's.

"Mrs Anderson?"

Kurt opened a bleary eye at the sound of the adults' hushed tones.

"Yes Doctor?"

"I've spoken to Alan, and he's willing to undergo the same tests to see if his blood and tissue types are compatible. Between the two of you, hopefully we'll have some luck."

Megan smiled weakly, "That's wonderful, thank you."

LeCarre nodded, glancing over to where Kurt was feigning sleep.

"I hope it's not overstepping to say this, but they look adorable together."

Megan smiled, "Yeah. I'm so glad they both found happiness. Kurt's adamant he's not leaving until Blaine does. Or at least wakes up."

"That won't be too much longer hopefully, then we can talk to him about the kidney transplant. I know you and your husband have the last word when it comes down to making a decision, but it's always nice to have the child informed of what's going to happen."

"..'m'not...shild..."

LeCarre and Megan turned to where Blaine lay on the bed, Kurt opening an eye at the sound of Blaine's gravelly voice.

"Blaine? Love? You're awake oh my God thank McQueen. I was so worried."

Megan smiled at the look of overwhelming relief and adoration on Kurt's face.

"Well he certainly woke up a lot sooner than expected. I'd best let the nurses know so they can administer more painkillers when the time comes."

Megan tensed, "Just no Diazepam."

LeCarre nodded, "No Diazepam."

Megan followed LeCarre out of the room, leaving the two boys some privacy.

Beep.

"How are you feeling?"

"Where'm...I?"

Kurt's heart broke at the look of confusion on Blaine's face. Well, what could be seen under the gauze on his left side.

"You and Alan were in an accident... You got it pretty bad."

Beep.

"Ooouuchhm..."

"What's wrong love?"

"M...my chest h-hurts" Blaine drawled, "feels like've been hit by...truck."

Kurt brushed Blaine's hair back gingerly, trying not to cause him any more pain.

"Well, technically you were. Do you want a drink of water? That's all you're allowed, in small sips at the moment until you're a bit better."

Blaine nodded, opening his mouth like a baby bird. Kurt placed the straw on his tongue and smiled as Blaine took the tiniest of all sips.

"You can have a little more than that."

Karen glanced up at LeCarre, who'd come back to Alan's room in order to make some arrangements regarding his testing.

"I'm all for this testing going ahead, but what I don't understand is how Alan would be okay with just one kidney, whereas Blaine wouldn't?"

LeCarre nodded, "Well, someone like Alan is going to find it easier to change his lifestyle. I know there's a preconceived notion of teaching old dogs new tricks, but ah... to put it bluntly, Blaine's going to get more use out of a second kidney than someone past the age of 35.

"Having said all that, if neither of you are compatible for some reason, and we can't seem to find a donor, Blaine should be fine. He'll need to be very careful. Any mess-ups and he'll need dialysis, which is something we want to avoid at all costs."

"When can we do these tests, doctor?" Alan asked, lifting his head up from the pillows.

"As soon as you're in a fit state, although judging by how much you ate before, I'd say you're healing up just fine." LeCarre stated, laughing good-naturedly.

"In all seriousness, it's fantastic to see you have an appetite again."

Blaine sighed softly in his sleep, eyelids twitching as he lay dreaming.

Kurt smiled across at him, brushing his thumb softly against the back of Blaine's hand.

There was a soft knock at the door and Kurt glanced over.

Aleisha.

Blaine's little half sister stood gripping a ridiculously fluffy purple unicorn.

"Hey Aleisha, how are you going? You can come in if you want."

The young girl smiled broadly and tiptoed into the room, followed by Karen.

"She wanted to get him something to cuddle since you weren't allowed in Blaine's bed." Karen informed Kurt, smirking a little.

Kurt blushed, cheeks flushing deep red as he coughed, trying to cover up his giggles.

"That's ah... such a lovely thought." Kurt said, smiling.

"I got him a unicorn 'cos it was fluffy and it's like a pet, and it's a pillow too. It's a pillowpet, see?"

Aleisha released the Velcro strap on the unicorn's stomach and it lost shape, now just a fluffy purple square with a unicorn head.

"That's awesome Aleisha, he'll love it!"

"I hope so. I want him to!" She whispered, placing the pillow gingerly on the bed next to Blaine.

"He'll get such a surprise when he wakes up. Are you coming back to visit again tomorrow?"

Aleisha nodded, "Daddy has to stay the night so I will come in and say hi when we come to visit again tomorrow. Momma was just taking me home now though 'cos she said hostible beds aren't comfy to sleep in."

Kurt smiled gently at Aleisha, finding her pronunciation of 'hospital' completely adorable.

"We'll definitely come and visit tomorrow, hopefully Blaine won't be such a sleepyhead!"

Aleisha giggled, wiping at her eyes quickly.

"It made me sad that he got hurt. I'm just glad he's going to be okay."

Kurt nodded, the realisation beginning to dawn on him.

Blaine was going to be okay.

A/N: I don't quite know how to say this, but essentially... there's only a few chapters left of this.

However, if you like fluff and um, stuff... well keep an eye out for Fish Out Of Water (my next fic that is already kind of in the works).

Your reviews have meant so so much ever since I started this and I just HAVE A LOT OF EMOTIONS OKAY?

If you'd like to leave a review that would be absolutely fantastic, but if not I understand people are sometimes too busy and yeah.

Much love to you all!