Nurses came and went during the night. None of them asked Blaine to move, they all just worked around his sleepy form. He remained exactly where he was, and his arm was tingling with numbness, but he kept it up and holding Kurt's hand.

The same nurse came in multiple times to check Kurt's vitals and at the end of her shift she softly dropped a blanket over Blaine and placed a can of diet coke and a mini bag of pretzels on the table beside him.

"Thank you." He whispered as she walked away.

"You are very devoted. Most people would have left hours ago."

"He deserves never ending devotion."

The nurse smiled sweetly at Kurt from the end of the bed. Blaine rolled his head to look up at her. "Is he going to be okay?"

"He seems like a fighter and he has a lot to live for," She nodded down at Blaine, "I think he will be just fine."

It had been thirty-six hours since Kurt was brought to the hospital. He still hadn't woken up and Blaine was looking worse for the wear. He had been told by the doctor that he had to leave his spot on the floor by the bed, but they allowed him to pull a chair up so he could stay close by.

He hadn't left the hospital despite everyone's best efforts to get him to go home for a few hours. He hadn't slept properly and all he'd eaten was vending machine food. He nuzzled his face down into Kurt's sweatshirt which Finn had so kindly brought for him as well as flowers and Kurt's favorite fashion magazine for when he woke up.

"I figured you could read them to him until he wakes up."

"Thank you, Finn." Blaine muttered putting the magazines on the table then turning back to stare at Kurt.

"Dude. I love Kurt and I want you to be here when he wakes up, but you have to go home and shower or sleep or something. A watched pot never boils and if you keep staring at Kurt like that your eyesight will go bad before he wakes up." He walked over and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Just walk away for a few hours and he will be up before you know it."

"No."

"Okay. I tried to do it the nice way but Santana told me to get you out of here one way or another so, please forgive me, but it looks like we have to do it the other way."

Finn's grip on Blaine's shoulder tightened and he pulled him up from the chair. Blaine scrambled but he was weak from lack of sleep. Finn pulled him toward the door and Blaine yelled at him until they were in the car.

"I'm sorry, man. But you need to take care of yourself."

"I know." His voice was hoarse. He turned to Finn who had witnessed the show after Blaine had left. "How did Mercedes do?"

"Awesome. The crowd loved her. Her and Rachel even did a number together which was so cool. They used to fight over solos so much in glee club it was awesome seeing them work together for once."

"Good."

"I don't know if you've been online at all while you were in the hospital…"

"No."

"That's probably a good thing." Blaine scoffed. He wouldn't be surprised if the media was having a hayday with him leaving in the middle of a concert because Kurt was in the hospital.

They finally got to the Hummel-Hudson home and Blaine was out the door before Finn had parked his truck entirely. He ran inside and straight to Kurt's bedroom. He hopped in the shower, without even thinking he used Kurt's soap and the smell set him off again. He started crying, then threw his fists at the tiles when he realized that whoever had done this to Kurt, it didn't matter it was all Blaine's fault. He brought Kurt into the crazy and it had ruined Kurt's life.

After his shower and without even drying his hair, Blaine threw on some clothes and his leather jacket and headed outside. Burt, Carole, and Finn tried to question where he was going but he grabbed keys off the coat rack and headed straight for the car Jeff had left for him to use.

He knew exactly where he was going to go if he couldn't be with Kurt. He pulled into the parking lot at Scandals and the bouncer didn't even bother to check Blaine's fake ID. He walked straight up to the bar and ordered an appletini.

"Blaine." A man sidled up next to him at the bar and ordered a beer.

"I told you I never want to see you again, Sebastian." He took a sip of his drink then turned to his ex-manager. "How did you even know I would be here?"

"Oh please. I know you Blaine. Every time you were angsting you came here."

Blaine just stuck his nose up and turned away from Sebastian. Blaine's hand was resting on the counter and Sebastian put his over it. He was wearing fingerless winter gloves and Blaine stared at them a moment before ripping his hand away.

"What are you doing?"

"I was sorry to hear about Kurt. Is he okay?" Sebastian asked nervously.

"He's in a coma."

"That's too bad. What happened?"

"I don't want to talk to you, Sebastian."

Sebastian smiled as he took a pull of his drink. "You're mad at yourself for bringing Kurt into your world. 'Into the crazy' you would say. Don't pretend I didn't try to keep this from happening."

Blaine nearly flipped out on him. He had been on edge for the past couple of days and the little bit of alcohol in his system was no help. Instead of yelling he growled, "You tried to keep me on some sort of bent and backwards progression of getting with more and more guys until not a single gay fan's asshole was left untouched."

"And nothing ever went wrong then."

"I wasn't happy."

Sebastian looked Blaine up and down. He was sallow and his eyelids drooped. His frown hadn't moved since he got there. "And now?"

"I'm happy with Kurt."

"I have an idea."

"Sebastian you are lucky I am sparing you your life right now, I don't want to hear your plan." Blaine sipped at his drink. His energy waning.

"I'm just saying you can call things off with Kurt publicly and pretend to date me. Fans will love the drama and you and Kurt can still have your romps. You will just get to have a few with me as well." Sebastian winked, and Blaine's fist twitched. If Kurt were there, he would have woven his fingers through Blaine to calm him, so Blaine imitated the action trying hard not to think about why Kurt wasn't there with him.

"Sebastian. You and I are never going to be togeth—" Blaine was cut off when he heard a familiar name. A name he knew if he ever heard he would lose it. Dave Karofksy. He whipped around on the stool and looked over to where a large man was flirting with a slimmer man.

"Dave, why weren't you here Saturday night. We missed you." The smaller man hit Dave's arm playfully.

"I had something I had to take care of." Dave's eyes were flicking around the room suspiciously.

Blaine's lit up. He could feel his face burning bright red. He flew off the stool and ran at Karofsky full speed. He shoved him hard into the wall. The small amount of energy left in him helping him to hold off the larger man.

"You are Dave Karofsky?! I swear to God. It was you wasn't it?! You didn't get enough of hurting him in High School you had to wait until he was perfectly happy and hurt him again." Blaine was sweating from the effort of holding the man against the wall.

"What the hell? Who are you? What are you talking about, who did I hurt?"

"Kurt Hummel." Blaine pulled Karofsky off the wall to slam him back against it. "I know it was you. It had to have been." Karofsky just gave him a weird look but pushed to get him to let go.

Blaine was winding his arm back when Sebastian grabbed him. He put a hand on his shoulder and tugged him away from Dave.

"Blaine. You are not alone here. Don't embarrass yourself." Blaine grabbed Sebastian's hand and threw it from his shoulder. Ready to stomp out and cool off. Sebastian winced and grunted when Blaine gripped his hand.

He didn't recover fast enough because Blaine saw it and before Sebastian could tuck his hands away, Blaine was pulling the gloves off of them.

The anger on Blaine's face was indescribable as he gazed upon the bruised and battered knuckles on Sebastian's hands.

"You fucking—"

"Blaine. It's not what it looks like. When I was in New York—"

"Asshole!" Blaine tackled Sebastian. He didn't care about the flashes from cameras. He started hitting Sebastian and couldn't stop. Sebastian's face was becoming a worn-down punching bag as Blaine hit him and yelled. "He might not wake up! What if he doesn't wake up, Sebastian? What the hell is wrong with you?! The one thing! The one thing in my life that I loved and that loved me back and you fucking ruined it!"

His vision was swimming. Sebastian hadn't hit him back aside from some slaps and shoves trying to get him off, but Blaine was exhausted and drained, and he kept hitting until he was dragged off by the bouncer and another burly man. Sebastian was scrambling backwards away from Blaine, wiping his mouth and looking at him horrified.

Blaine saw true terror in Sebastian's gaze and part of him was pleased while the other part remembered a young Blaine with that same expression on his face.

The cops showed up a few minutes later and without even being entirely aware, Blaine was staring out the back window of a squad car.

Blaine sat in the holding cell. He had made his phone call and now all he had to do was wait. He debated whether or not he had called the right person, his immediate thought was Santana, then he thought Rachel but in the end he knew he needed an intervention and with Kurt in a coma there was only one other person.

"Blaine. What the hell happened?"

Burt Hummel walked up to the cell and rested an arm against the bars.

"It was Sebastian." Blaine sighed.

"I know." Burt's voice was humored which only made Blaine feel like more of an idiot. "He just confessed. They are taking him into custody. He also confessed to the fire at Dalton, though he only messed with the gas in the hopes that it would just make everyone queasy there must have been a spark that caused the place to go up in flames."

Blaine stayed silent, not making eye contact with Burt.

"Blaine?" He finally looked at his future father-in-law. "Why did you call me?"

"You told me if I ever needed fatherly advice to give you a call." Blaine's voice was weak, and Burt looked at the bars between them and chuckled.

"And you waited until you were in jail to ask for fatherly advice."

"Well the best lesson I learned from my dad got me here so maybe I should look to you on how to get out."

"What happened in there?"

"Well I threatened Kurt's high school bully then I realized Sebastian was the one that assaulted Kurt and so I mercilessly slammed him to the ground and beat him until I was pulled off."

"Kurt won't be too happy to hear about this. Even if Sebastian was violent against him. He doesn't like the idea of revenge like that."

"I know." Blaine looked back down.

"Then why did you do it?"

"What if Kurt doesn't wake up?"

"He will."

"What if he doesn't" Blaine was starting to tear up. His day had brought him to the realization that he may have lost the love of his life forever.

"He already has." Burt smiled at Blaine who looked up hopefully.

"Is he—he's okay?"

"He's fine. He keeps asking for you. He's still a little out of it."

"I have to go to him."

"I know the cop that took you in. He's a buddy of mine. He's gonna let you go."

"Why would he do that?" Blaine wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"I told him the truth about what happened." Burt winked.

"Which is?"

"That you're a nineteen-year-old idiot who is so helplessly in love that he would do anything for his fiancé."

"Thank you, Mr. Hummel."

"You're welcome, son." Blaine smiled and as soon as the cell was opened for him, he ran to Burt and hugged him.

"I have to get to Kurt."