Blaine smiled at the crowd he had backstage. His crew was not as excited about the seven people he had invited to be there. They tried their best to stay out of the way of set up, but the workers were getting visibly frustrated.

"Thank you all for coming here to support me. Sound check is in 15, then I have some VIP stuff, then a little break, then the concert starts. If you guys want to hang out in the seats while the crew sets up that would be great. It's just hard to get all the stuff moved around with a big group of people." Blaine didn't want to make his crew mad at him. They got to decide if everything went well tonight. They could very easily make the microphone squeal or the guitar too loud if he pissed them off.

"Sure thing, kid. We will get out of your way. Everybody off the stage." Burt took the lead shoving everyone toward the edge of the stage where they all jumped down into the seating area.

"Kurt can you stay back a minute?" Blaine tugged on Kurt's arm when he started following the rest of the group.

"What's wrong?" He noticed a tension in Blaine's face that he had hidden until now.

"Nothing. I hired a few new people to be your bodyguards tonight. Santana thought it best that I have a bodyguard close by and Jeff actually plays a few instruments so he's going to be a part of the band."

"Okay. Do I really need more than one?" Blaine shot him a daring glare. As if to say, 'If you are stubborn about your safety tonight, I will handcuff us together and lock us both in a vault.'

Kurt noticed the look and reeled back, "More than one is great. Am I going to meet them?"

"They should be here soon."

"Okay. Thank you." Kurt gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "Everything will go fine. Focus on your performance."

Blaine sighed and put his head on Kurt's shoulder. "I know."

Kurt gave him a hug before shooing him to go test all the equipment. Blaine picked up his guitar and watched Kurt join his family, glad to see he wouldn't be all alone backstage. He tried to smile as he played out a few riffs before getting the thumbs up from his sound guy.

After sound check, Blaine changed and went to meet the VIP guests. He smiled and took pictures with them. Signing their autographs and accepting their gifts.

"A wedding present for you and Kurt." A group of girls giggled as they handed him a bouquet of roses.

"Thank you. They are beautiful." He looked closer and saw that there were colored condom packages spread throughout the bouquet. "Are these? Oh my God that's hilarious. I have to show Kurt." He snapped a picture with the girls in the background and sent a text.

Blaine: Our first wedding present!

*Attached Photo*

Kurt: We are not using those ones.

Blaine laughed and hugged all the girls again before handing off the bouquet to a disturbed Santana who sent it back to Blaine's dressing room.

He received a few random t-shirts with faces on them, one full sized pride flag, and a tape measure that had sharpie marks along it signifying a young man's estimate of an 'Oh Blaine.'

Blaine smiled and laughed with all the VIP ticket holders. He talked with an older couple about the intricacies of some of the songs he had written. He made dirty jokes with a group of older teenagers, the girls that had given him the bouquet included, and lastly, he helped another person battling acceptance of herself. As everyone was filing out the young girl paused and turned to him.

"Excuse me. Blaine Anderson?" He noticed the softness in her voice and the nervous way her eyes darted around at the remainder of the VIP guests. One of the security guards was about to usher her out but Blaine put a hand up and took her by the shoulder, pulling her to a quiet corner of the room.

"I know you're really busy. But I just want to say that I am a huge fan and I listen to all of your songs all the time. And I really want to be brave enough to come out to my best friend, but I don't think I can do it." She looked down in defeat.

"Do you think she would think differently of you, if you told her you were a lesbian?"

"Well I kind of hope so. We are best friends, but I love her. You know, in that way and I don't want to ruin our friendship if she doesn't feel the same way."

Blaine held a hand out and she put hers in it. He clasped his closed and squeezed.

"If you don't tell her. You will go your whole life wondering what could have been. Take it from me, you deserve love. You deserve to be in love. Don't let misguided perceptions make you feel like it's not okay for you to love someone just because of who you are. Have courage and tell her you love her." Blaine looked her in the eyes. "Even if she doesn't love you like that, if she loves you at all she will accept you for who you are. Okay?"

She nodded and smiled at him.

"Come here you brave girl." She laughed as he pulled her into a hug and shook her.

"Thank you. I'm very excited for your show."

"So am I. I better get going or I'll miss it." His eyes went wide and he smiled at her as he stood and waved one last time to the remaining people in the room before being led out a different door.

Kurt was waiting for him in his dressing room. He looked distracted, but Blaine had spent his extra time with the girl, so he couldn't really begin a conversation with Kurt. He smiled when he walked in and Kurt shook out of his reverie.

"What are you smiling for? Did you get more weird gifts?" Kurt hugged him and adjusted his bowtie. He was wearing the music notes one again, which made Kurt smile. His dad had been so proud to pick that out.

"Yes, I did get weird gifts but also I helped a young girl decide to tell her best friend that she loves her."

"That's great, Blaine."

"This never used to happen."

Kurt wasn't entirely focused on the conversation. "What didn't?"

"All these people asking me for advice. They all thought I was an idiot before. I only ever got the questions about sex, never about love." He grinned up at Kurt and kissed him quickly. "You did that."

"I'm glad I can help you change lives." Kurt's smile wasn't as effortless as usual, and Blaine knew he didn't have the time, but he laced his fingers through Kurt's.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Something is wrong. What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing. I'm just a little nervous about the show. I'll be honest the thing at Dalton kind of freaked me out and the cops haven't found anything conclusive."

It was Blaine's turn to stop Kurt from worrying. He put his hands on either side of Kurt's face, "Hey. Look at me. Everything will be fine. Your bodyguards are right outside the door and they will stay with you the entire time. Jeff is out there too, and he will be with me on stage. We will be okay. Just stay with your family and friends and we will make it through this."

Kurt nodded his head halfheartedly and Blaine chuckled and sang quietly,

Nothing's gonna harm you. Not while I'm around.

They kissed for a moment longer than usual, until Blaine was breathless and Kurt was smiling, before they both left with their respective protection unit.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom real quick." Kurt motioned a few doors down the hall and the bodyguards nodded and remained where they were. Kurt darted down the hall faster than he had ever run.

The crowd screamed as Blaine's voice echoed from backstage. He began quietly,

Why, oh. Why, oh. Why, oh.

They all cheered as he got louder and slowly walked on stage.

Did I ever leave Ohio?

He sang a few more bars then laughed into the microphone, taking his place centerstage on a stool.

"How are my ever so wonderful Ohio fans doing this evening?" He was met with cheers and screams.

"I'll take that as a good sign." Fans were jumping up and down in agreement. "Well I am super excited to be here, and so thankful Columbus could fit me in on such short notice. I've had quite the week here."

He held his hand up, showing off his ring then pulled it down and pretended like he had nothing to do with it. "As I'm sure a few of you have heard, my amazingly attractive and awesome boyfriend Kurt proposed on Christmas and we are now engaged."

The crowd interrupted his speech with screeches, a few girls sobbed.

"Which is why," he laughed. "I want to start the evening with his favorite song." He glanced back through the curtains but all he could catch in the darkness was Rachel and Mercedes. He didn't let his face show his disappointment, he knew Kurt was back there somewhere listening.

He made his way to the piano and started singing. His smile was giddy the whole time as he thought about every time he had sang it for Kurt and when they sang it together. He thought he would be overwhelmed with emotion, but it just reminded him that Kurt was soon to be his husband, and everything would be alright in his strange and unsettling world. As he finished, he looked up again to see if he could spot Kurt, but this time no one was standing behind the curtain.

He continued on with his show. He sang his own songs and covers, switching between them to keep the crowd on their toes. He was just about to start another song when he spotted Rachel and Mercedes again, looking at him frantically. He turned to Jeff, but he had disappeared from the stage. He told the audience he was taking a request, jokingly as he pulled over to the side of the stage.

"Kurt went missing. They found him behind the theatre. He's on his way to the hospital with Burt and Carole."

Blaine almost dropped the microphone. His breathing was sporadic, and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave, there were so many people that came today to see him and paid a large amount of money to do so. He shuffled back on stage and took a seat on the stool. He didn't even attempt to keep his expression from showing what he had just heard. He looked in the crowd and realized people were noticing his evident change in mood.

"I'm going to sing a little number from Sweeney Todd."

There was no music, just his voice low and clear reaching every part of the audience.

Nothings gonna harm you.

Not while I'm around.

Nothings gonna harm you, no sir.

Not while I'm around.

He choked on his lyrics a little but found his voice again for the line.

Being close and being clever ain't like being true.

I don't need to.

I would never.

Hide a thing from you.

Each vowel held longer than the last as he sang every line. Trying with all his might not to think of his fiancé in an ambulance on the way to the hospital without him.

Like some

Demons will charm you

With a smile for a while

But in time

Blaine gave in and started sobbing

Nothing can harm you.

Not while I'm

His head dropped, and he stopped singing, "around." It came out in a breath and he calmed himself enough to look up at the silent audience.

"I'm sorry. Kurt- Kurt is in the hospital." He wiped his tears and looked at the expressions of his fans, many wiping tears of their own. Others in pure shock. "I just need a minute and I will give you the show you came for I promise."

The audience stayed silent as Blaine looked at the stage ground. It had glitter on it from a previous production and he focused on that to clear his mind. A voice rang through the audience, surprising everybody including Blaine, who looked beyond the lights to see who it was.

"Go!" Blaine put a hand above his eyes to better see the small shadow yelling at him from the tenth row. He saw the slicked back hair and a near replica of the bowtie he was currently wearing.

"Joseph?" He asked into the microphone.

The little boy stood on his chair and shouted again. "Go to Kurt!"

"I can't little buddy. You all came the show and I'm going to perform for you."

"He's your family. No one wants you to leave your family alone." People were looking at the brave little boy shouting from his seat. They all started to nod in agreement as they considered what they would do in Blaine's situation.

They all began chanting, "Go. Go. Go." As Blaine looked around in amazement at his fans, almost unanimously telling him to leave the concert to be with his injured fiancé.

"I can't just leave you guys without a performance." He spoke into the microphone, but his voice was nothing compared to the hundreds of chants coming at him. His lips would have twitched into a smile if he were still able to smile. Suddenly, he was being pulled off stage by Rachel as she pushed Mercedes to the front. Mercedes was looking at them both wide-eyed but Blaine yelled into the microphone, "The amazing and talented Mercedes Jones!" Then tossed her the microphone and pushed past everyone backstage and straight through the stage door. Jeff was holding a car door open for him, but he ran to the driver's side and hopped in. Jeff threw himself into the passenger's seat as Blaine took off.

He drove straight to the hospital, taking vague direction from Jeff's smartphone and the signs with arrows along the road. He didn't say a word, just pulled to the emergency room and sprinted inside leaving Jeff to deal with the car.

He ran up to the front desk and yelled, "Where is my fiancé. Where is Kurt Hummel?"

"Sir, I need you to calm down. No one but immediate family is allowed back right now as they treat him."

"He's my fiancé!"

"Sir. Please." Blaine pounded his fists against the desk, scaring the woman who left her post and scrambled away.

He felt a finger poke his back and he slowly turned ready to attack a security officer if the woman had sent one to escort him out. Instead he was met with the towering gaze of a blonde woman in a bright red track suit.

"You must be the hairless teenage Tom Selleck Porcelain has been fooling around with."

"Who are you and what do you want?" He didn't even fake being polite. He needed to see Kurt now and he would do whatever it took.

"I'm Sue Sylvester, though I'm sure Porcelain has told you all about me. I was the cheer coach and principle at McKinley."

"Why are you here. Didn't you torture him enough in high school?" Blaine spat out," I don't want you near him."

"Listen boyband, I found porcelain while I was circling the building trying to scalp my ticket to your concert. I decided that having to listen to you drone on about loving someone was worse than having Satan lick my ears with razor blades." Blaine glared at her.

"Is this just how you always talk?"

"I found him beaten, bloody, and unconscious. I called the ambulance. I also called the Jewish dwarf I figured her or obese Beyoncé would have shown up, what are you even doing here?"

"Can you please just leave me alone while I try to find out what's happening to Kurt?"

"I can help you get back there."

"How?" He looked her up and down and remembered the stories Kurt had told. There had to be a catch.

"I know you probably think I'm going to make you pay me or something, but despite everything I like the little lady. So I'm going to help you. I am going to fake a coronary and that's when you make a run for it. These doors don't require a key card and I heard them shout room 11 when they were wheeling him in."

"Thank you, Sue."

"Great now get out of my way. I'll show you what a real performance looks like."

She clutched her chest and started gasping. "My heart. Oh, my heart." She fell against the waiting room seats dramatically.

"Someone. Please. This woman needs help!" Blaine threw in for extra emphasis.

While everyone was focused on Sue, Blaine sprinted through the doors. She was right, they weren't locked. He heard someone chase after him, but he sprinted, passing rooms 8, 9, 10, he rounded the door to the 11th room and looked in. Kurt was lying still on the bed. Burt and Carole were holding hands and looking at him with tear stained faces. A doctor was blocking Blaine's view. He took a weak step forward and the male nurse chasing him grabbed him harshly. The doctor turned and seeing Blaine waved the nurse away.

Blaine scrambled to the opposite side of the bed as the doctor. He finally got a full view of Kurt's face and he closed his eyes. It couldn't be real. He fell to his knees with his handing lightly holding Kurt's. His hands were both bandaged. He had cuts across his face and his lip was swollen.

"You must be Kurt's fiancé."

"Why isn't he awake?" The way Blaine asked must have made him sound like a child. He didn't even lift his head to meet the doctor's gaze.

"He is in a coma."

"When will he wake up?"

The doctor was silent, and Blaine finally looked up at him. "There is no way to know." He didn't want to tell Blaine just as much as Blaine didn't want to hear it.

"Kurt. I'm so sorry. I should have been there." Blaine was sobbing into Kurt's bandaged hand. The doctor left the room silently. Carole rubbed Burt's back then helped him stand up. He walked over and put a hand gently on Kurt's cheek, then patted Blaine's shoulder and left the room with his wife.

Once the tears had stopped, Blaine turned and sat on the ground beside the bed. He reached his hand up and took Kurt's softly in his. "I won't leave. Not until I'm told to go away." He teared up at the memory of Kurt confronting him about his father and closed his eyes. Then he stared at the wall thinking of all the ways this was his fault until he finally drifted to sleep.