"Micah, come on!" Kurt coaxed, holding out his hand as he fished the key to the apartment out of his pocket. His five year old son ran out the door and grabbed his hand. Kurt locked the door behind them and put his keys back in his pocket.

"Where're we going?" Micah asked curiously as he zipped up his jacket.

"We're going to pick up Madeline, and then we're going to have dinner with Dad and uncle Finn for his birthday," Kurt explained. "We're going out to eat."

"Do we get cake?" Micah asked eagerly. Kurt laughed. He sure loved his junk food.

"No cake, but you get ice cream at the restaurant," he told him. "Good enough?" Micah nodded happily, and Kurt led him down to the elevator of their apartment building. There was a white piece of paper taped to it that said "Out of Order". Kurt frowned.

"The elevator's broken," Kurt told Micah, who still couldn't read yet. "We're going to have to take the stairs." Kurt took him back down the hall and into the stairwell. "Be careful so you don't slip. It's been raining so people will have tracked in water."

"I'm fine, Daddy," Micah insisted. Kurt kept holding his hand, just in case. Micah was accident prone, to say the least. He inherited Kurt's looks and Blaine's clumsiness.

They were on the last flight of stairs, and it was some combination of Micah pulling on him and the muddy rainwater that had been tracked in that made it happen. Kurt slipped on one of the steps, fell forward, heard a crack as his skull connected with the edge of a stair, and everything went black.

Blaine was just getting ready to leave work for the day, when his phone rang. It said it was Kurt, but when he answered Micah was on the phone.

"Dad," he panicked. "Dad, help! Daddy's dead!" he was crying hysterically, and Blaine dropped everything. He grabbed the phone with both hands.

"Micah," he said. "Micah, what happened? Tell me what happened. Dry your tears, come on." Blaine put his hand on his chest and felt how fast his heart was beating.

"Daddy f-fell!" Micah cried. "He fell on the s-stairs and won't wake up and he's bleeding." Blaine all but sprinted out to his car. Micah wasn't making things up. Something happened, and whatever it was, it was bad.

"Micah," Blaine told him. "Micah, remember how me and Daddy taught you how to call 911? Remember that?"

"Uh huh," he sobbed. Blaine carelessly backed out of his parking space and left his office. He could be home in fifteen minutes at the earliest.

"I want you to hang up with me, and call 911," Blaine said, pronouncing each number slowly to make sure he heard. "Do you remember our address?"

"Yeah," Micah whimpered. Blaine strained to try to hear what was going on in the background. He hoped for someone to walk by, or for Kurt to come around. Nothing happened.

"Hang up with me and call 911, okay? Just like we showed you. You can do it, all you have to tell them is where you are and what happened. You can do it, buddy, I'm on my way home," Blaine assured him. "Just stay with Daddy. Don't walk away. I'm coming, I'll be there soon." He heard Micah sniffle, and then he hung up. Blaine wasn't sure what to think. He was almost in disbelief, as if his son had made the whole thing up. He just wanted to see things for himself.

Blaine's heart dropped into his stomach when he saw an ambulance in front of their building. He jumped out from his car and raced over to where several bystanders were watching what was going on. Blaine pushed through the people, and saw paramedics hovering over Kurt's body.

"Dad!" Micah cried. Blaine sighed when he saw his son, and he picked him up. "Daddy's dead," he sobbed. "He fell and won't wake up!" Blaine stroked his hair and held him tightly.

"Shhh," he soothed. "Sh, sh, sh. He's not dead, I promise. You did a good job, buddy." Blaine gave him another kiss before setting him down. Blaine tried to get closer to Kurt, but there were too many paramedics working on him. Blaine managed to grab his hand and hold onto it.

"How bad is he hurt?" he asked.

"Not sure," a paramedic told him. "He's bleeding pretty heavily from his ear, and he cracked his skull open near his forehead. His pupils are uneven so we're going to have to take him in for emergency surgery at the hospital." Blaine opened his mouth, but no words came out. Kurt. Hospital. Surgery. Those words didn't go well together.

"Let's get him loaded up," another paramedic said. Blaine held onto Kurt with one hand and Micah with the other.

"Where are we going?" his son asked.

"The hospital," Blaine told him. "We're gonna go in the car." Blaine wanted to ride with Kurt, but he didn't want Micah to see how bad it was. Blaine opened the car door for him, and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

Kurt slowly became aware of things again, even though his head was swimming. He had a bad headache, it felt like someone had stuffed cotton in his head, and it took him a minute until he could hear normally.

"Kurt? Kurt, baby, can you hear me?" a voice asked. It took him a moment to figure out the voice belonged to Blaine. Kurt cracked open his eyes and blinked until he saw his husband clearly. He was in a small room, and he definitely wasn't at home. He opened his mouth, but couldn't speak. The top of his head hurt when he tried to sit up, so he stayed still.

"Where… what happened?" he managed to say. His tongue felt thick, like he couldn't get the words out. Blaine took his hand, and Kurt panicked when he saw tubes coming out of it. His eyes watered up and his vision blurred. It made his head throb when he started to cry, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know what had happened or anything.

"Sh, sh, sh," Blaine soothed. "Don't cry, love. It'll make your head hurt. Take a deep breath, you're okay." Kurt drew in a breath, but he couldn't calm down. Blaine wiped his tears away and kissed the back of his hand, and Kurt kept trying to breathe. He didn't want to cry. He didn't want his head to hurt. He wanted to go home.

"Tell me what happened," he demanded, finally settling down. He took a breath and held onto Blaine's hand.

"Okay, I will," his husband said. "I wasn't there though, so I'm going off of what Micah told me. I guess you were leaving with him to go get Madeline, and you slipped in the stairwell of the apartments and hit your head pretty hard. Micah took your phone from your pocket and called me, and he was crying and kept saying you were dead."

Kurt was able to think back, and he remembered leaving the apartment with his son. The elevator was broken, so they had to go down the stairs. The rest was a blur.

"I had him tell me what happened, and then I told him to hang up and call 911," Blaine went on. "I left work and hurried home, and I guess Micah managed to call because when I got home there were paramedics there. You were unconscious, not dead, so I told him that and he calmed down a little. You were bleeding from your ear, and your pupils were dilated, so at the hospital they did an MRI on you, and then took you in for surgery. You have some stitches, but they didn't have to shave any of your hair off."

It took Kurt a while to process all of that. What scared him was that he didn't remember it happening.

"Micah," he mumbled. "Is he hurt?" Blaine stroked his hair and kissed his hand again.

"No, Micah's just fine. Rachel and Finn are here. I had them take him down to the cafeteria so you could have a few minutes of quiet when you woke up," he explained. Kurt closed his eyes and exhaled.

"What about Finn's birthday dinner?" he asked. That was where he had been taking Micah.

"He and Rachel heard about what happened, so they cancelled it and came to the hospital. I talked to your dad, too, and he's coming up here in a few days so I can go back to work," Blaine explained. Kurt was confused. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

"How long have I slept?" he asked, growing more exhausted each second.

"It's about one in the afternoon. It happened yesterday evening. Are you tired?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded slowly. "I'll get the nurse to take a look at you, then you can sleep. Would you like to see Micah and Madeline?" Kurt nodded again and smiled. He wanted his kids to know he was okay. "Just sit tight. I'll be right back."

Kurt heard him leave, and he huddled under the thin, scratchy blanket. He felt weak and sluggish, and he just wanted to sleep.

"Daddy?" Kurt heard. He opened his eyes, and Micah walked hesitantly towards him. Madeline toddled behind him, and they both climbed up on the bed.

"Hi, buddy," he said, giving him a kiss. Madeline curled up on his lap, and he kissed her, too.

"You're not dead," Micah said, and giggled.

"No, I'm going to be just fine," he assured him. "Don't worry about me." Micah wrapped his arms around his neck, and Kurt winced. Blaine stepped in and pulled him off.

"Remember, you have to be gentle and quiet," he said. "Daddy is hurt, I don't think he wants to be climbed on." Micah pouted and slid off the bed. Kurt was becoming overwhelmed with everything, but he didn't say so.

Next thing he knew, Finn and Rachel had joined them.

"Hey bro," Finn said. "How're you feeling?" Kurt was struggling to keep his eyes open. Madeline had started crying, which made his head hurt, and he just wanted to be left alone to rest.

"Tired," he grumbled. "I want to rest." Finn patted him on the shoulder. Kurt loved his stepbrother, and Rachel and Blaine and the kids, but he just wished they would go away. He wanted to be home again, and for everything to be okay.

Author's Notes:

Ahhhh this chapter was so all over the place. I wrote the second part first, then I had to go back and write everything else and it was kind of a struggle. But I hope you liked it!

PS I'm sick and trapped inside my house so leave prompts for me to write to keep me busy! I would love to write all of your requests.