The rain poured down hard and loud on Kurt Hummel's roof, and he glared at the window as lighting struck mere moments before thunder shook the house. There was a near river in the front by now, clashing up against a lawn rock that had rolled down earlier.

Kurt was starting to get anxious now; his boyfriend, Blaine, was supposed to call him when he got home, and he had yet to. Kurt had practically begged him to stay the night, but to no avail. Blaine thought it would be inappropriate now that they were dating. Even Kurt's father thought he could stay, but Blaine simply refused. Kurt wondered why even more so now, as he awaited his phone call.

After another fifteen minutes of pacing and fretting, Kurt finally pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Blaine's number, staring out the window as it rang.

-xXx-

Rain blasted down from the pitch black sky and onto the roof of the black car Blaine Anderson drove, thunder booming loud enough to make the car tremble. Blaine drove slow, trying to see the road in front of him, desperately wishing he'd stayed with Kurt tonight. He felt like he was driving on a lake and it scared him.

Lightning shot in three different directions above his car, causing the Warbler to tense further, and he nearly jumped out of his skin when Keane started singing out of his phone; his and Kurt's song. He shakily pulled it out of his front pocket and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey," Kurt's shy voice came through the phone, and Blaine chuckled.

"Miss me already?" He grinned.

-xXx-

"I got worried," Kurt said, smiling softly. "Are you at Dalton yet?"

"Nope." The response made him fearful, then Blaine continued. "You seemed worried when I left so I'm driving slower than a granny on Friday night."

Kurt laughed. "Well it's raining elephants and grizzlies out there. I still don't like that you're not with me."

"Elephants and . . . ? Do you mean Dogs and Cats, baby?"

"Dogs and cats are too adorable and harmless to describe this." He jumped away from the window as a loud crack of thunder rumbled as the lightning blinded him momentarily. "Blaine! Why did you leave?"

"Your whine is adorable," He teased.

"Shush." Kurt smiled, leaning against the wall.

"Well, if it's any condolences, I miss you too."

-xXx-

Kurt's smile was obvious in his voice. "I love you, Blaine."

"I-" Blaine gasped as lightning struck a large puddle that had formed nearly in front of his car. The phone fell out of his hand, clattering to the ground as he gripped the steering wheel with both hands and yanked away, his foot kicking out and hitting the breaks on instinct. Immediately, he knew he made a mistake.

Thunder cracked harshly, and the cars be-stilled wheels rolling atop the large puddle and sending the car into a spiral.

"Shit!" He cried out as he felt the car begin to hydroplane. Somehow he heard Kurt say his name over the phone, panic in his tone. Blaine watched, horrified as the blurry image outside became blurrier still as the car spun out of control. "Shit, shit, shit! Kurt!"

He wasn't sure why he called Kurt's name, maybe because he could hear him screaming and wanted him to know he could hear? Wanted his help somehow, to let him know things were not okay. He didn't think he'd ever been more scared before in his life.

"Oh, God," He nearly screamed to the empty air as he felt the car begin to tilt, and then there was the devastating crunch of the cars roof caving in as it rolled over and down. Blaine cried out in pain as he felt his head clash with the crumbling metal, the wheel unlocking somehow and slamming into his leg. By the time the car finally stopped moving, he was trapped by the locked seatbelt, lying in a pile of glass that used to be the windshield and side windows. His mouth tasted of blood and his vision was spotty. What he could see was foggy and red from blood slipping from various cuts, and he whimpered in physical agony.

His phone rolled to the opposite side, and the last thing he heard before he blacked out from pain was, "Your call has been disconnected."

-xXx-

"Blaine, please!" Kurt screamed, his voice shaking as badly as his body was. The call cut off after a harsh creaking sound, replaced by the more-than-slightly-annoying beepbeepbeepbeep. "No!"

"Kurt?"

"Dad," Kurt whimpered, just now realizing he was crying.

"What's going on?" His dad groggily asked. "Are you okay, what's happening?"

"It's B-Blaine." Kurt swallowed. "We were talking on the phone and . . . Dad, I think he crashed his car."

"What?" His dad asked in an alarmed tone, waking up slightly. "Well, do you know where he is?"

"Half way to Dalton," He said. "Dad, I'm scared.."

"Carole!" He was already walking back up the stairs and he called to Kurt. "Get your shoes."

Didn't have to tell him twice.

Kurt ran and slipped his shoes on, and Burt was walking back down the stairs in a pair of jeans, Carole in tow with the phone in her hand and a pink robe wrapped around her.

Kurt's heart hammered faster with each passing second, and he nearly broke down sobbing when he heard Carole say, "Hello, my name is Carole Hummel and I need an ambulance."

He stared out the window while his dad drove, looking for any sign of smoke or an accident. At first he thought he was out of luck when he saw small wisps of smoke coming up near a huge puddle and burned grass. "Dad, pull over."

Burt did so, carefully pulling to the side of the road and turning the car off. Kurt was out of the car before it was even in park, jogging down the hill toward the destroyed remains of what used to be Blaine's car. He stumbled, sliding down the rest of the hill, nearly crashing into the car.

"Kurt!" His dad called. "Be careful!"

"Blaine?" He whimpered, not hearing his dad's warning. All the windows were crashed in, the paint scratched and chipped in nearly every area. He slipped his way over to the windshield and his breath cut off at the sight of his boyfriend; cuts covered his face, glass covering his jacket, the seatbelt dug harshly into his neck and his leg caught between the wheel and the seat. His breathing was labored, and Kurt let out a small sob as he wiped the glass off his cheek. "Oh, God, Blaine.."

Burt waddled his way down the hill and sat next to Kurt, who was too lost in the heart breaking sight to hear the sirens and see the red and blue flashing lights.

"Dad, don't," Kurt hissed once he'd been jerked back to reality by his dad attempting to pull him away. He knew his dad was trying to say something, but all he could hear was the humming in his ears and the terrified tone of Blaine's voice when he cried, 'Kurt!' "Dad, no, please."

"They're trying to get him out, kid, it's okay."

Kurt finally broke down crying as he pulled out of Burt's hold, hiding his face in his hands. "Dad.."

"He'll be okay," Burt said, but even he could hear the skepticism in his own voice.

"Dad, I love him," Kurt admitted, wiping furiously at the tears on his cheeks.

"Excuse me?" Burt said to one of the medics, heart broken as his son cried over Blaine. To be honest, he was amazed they could get him out of the car. "Can my son ride in the ambulance with him?"

"Of course," The woman asked. She was obviously too wrapped up in her work to ask if they were family.

"Oxygen!" Someone over Blaine hissed, and she took off toward them once again, securing the mask over Blaine's mouth.

Kurt followed them like a lost puppy, and didn't even question when the man offered his hand to help him in. He didn't take his eyes off Blaine, and when he got the opportunity he whispered,

"Please don't leave me, Blaine..I love you."

*sniffles* Ah, Klaine...I officially owe y'all some fluff..