A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took a while. I was on holiday and kept getting distracted when I got home. But here it is, chapter 11. This chapter contains violence. All those against it or sensitive to it should read with caution.

Blaine awoke with an unfamiliar softness underneath him and added warmth next to him that he wasn't expecting. The taste in his mouth was unwelcoming and he knew that Kurt wouldn't kiss him judging by the smell associated with the taste. He cracked his eyes open to the dim sunlight cascading through the slits of the blinds and moaned, a killer headache, unmistakable thumping that a hangover entailed. He doesn't remember half of last night, only that he sang to Kurt and then there was beer and that Finn and Kurt has carried him in. He doesn't even know why he was in bed with Kurt, although the arm draped around his waist gave him butterflies in his stomach. He felt happy, and not the usual standard meaning of happiness either.

For the first time in his life, Blaine Anderson truly understood what it felt like to love and be loved. It wasn't just a one-sided thing like he appeared to be attempting to make it. He huffed in amusement at himself; of course it was never meant to be one-sided and anyway, Kurt had beaten him to the punch with the first 'I love you' after all. But there was something about lying in bed with the boy he loves that solidified everything for Blaine, and he wouldn't changed anything about their relationship, except for letting their love grow stronger and for them to become even closer, not just in the relationship, but as friends too.

The thump echoing down the stairs startled him, but had clearly startled his boyfriend more as he jumped and rolled off the bed involuntarily. The unmistakable footing of Carole Hudson-Hummel was heard resounding down the stairs, stopping at the bottom of the staircase to speak to the two boys. Her expression was filled with worry, "Boys, I need you to get dressed and come upstairs quickly. Something's happened."

Kurt gulped from his place on the floor, "What's going on?"

"Just get dressed and come to the kitchen. Now." She pursed her lips and gave the two boys one last glance before adding, "The sooner you come upstairs, the better for you boys." She turned on her heel and disappeared upstairs slowly, trying her best to keep a calm manner about her.

Kurt hoisted himself back up onto the bed, "I wonder what's going on."

Blaine swung his legs over the side of the bed, clutching his head from the increasing thumping with every movement, "Don't know, but it doesn't sound good." He groaned before muttering, "I can't deal with whatever it is whilst I have this hangover though."

The next thing Blaine knew, Kurt wrapped his arms around him from behind and breathed in deeply, almost certainly to capture his scent to calm his nerves, "Well, I'm pretty sure that whatever happens, you'll at least be allowed a coffee to kick this hangover."

Blaine chuckled neutrally, "I'm surprised that you want anything to do with me right now. I mean, I don't remember but I think I ignored you half the night."

Kurt kissed the back of his neck, "You did, but you were having fun, and that's all I wanted. I wanted both of us to have fun, and we both did." He paused to kiss his boyfriend's neck once more, "Come on, let's get dressed. I'm pretty sure that my dad's found out about us sharing a bed or something."

"Well, whatever it is, I'm going to need a coffee." Blaine groaned as Kurt climbed off the bed and opened his wardrobe, "Why were we sharing a bed?"

Kurt chuckled but didn't turn around, "You don't remember, do you?"

"No."

"You basically begged me to climb into bed with you so you could hold me." A smile tugged at Kurt's lips at the memory of drunk Blaine and how adorable he had been, "You're cute when you're drunk."

Blaine let out a loud laugh as he climbed out of bed and over to his luggage to fish out some clothes for the day. They got dressed in a comfortable silence, facing the wall like they did at Dalton so that way some mystery could be kept in their relationship for now. Both of them knew that if the relationship kept up, which they had no doubts that it would, then they would probably end up down the sexual intimacy route, but for the time being, they just wanted to be sure about it before they acted on it.

Blaine finished getting dressed first, not caring about gelling his hair too much for now as Carole sounded like she wanted them upstairs quickly. He advanced towards the stairs, telling Kurt, "I'm going to get a head start on making that coffee. Will you want some?"

Kurt replied as he fixed his hair in the mirror, taking a different approach to Blaine, "Yes please. I won't be much longer."

Blaine smiled as he began to walk up the stairs, happy with the routine they had fallen into. It was something he knew he would get used to, and now that he had, he was more than happy with the fact that they can live their lives separately from each others whilst still being in the same room. They weren't both entirely dependent on one another, and Blaine was grateful that neither of them had become clingy over the month they had been dating.

He reached the top of the stairs and heard Burt's voice murmuring something behind the kitchen door opposite Kurt's bedroom door. The murmur he heard next wasn't one he was expecting. It wasn't Carole, because the voice was definitely male, but it also wasn't Finn, because it was a deeper voice.

Blaine hesitated before pushing the door open and stopped dead in his tracks as three sets of eyes landed on him. Burt's, Carole's and his dad's.

"KURT! I NEED YOU UP HERE NOW!"

All independence seemed to have gone out the window as Blaine panicked. He had spun on his heal and left the kitchen, and next thing he knew, he was standing at the top of Kurt's staircase in desperate need of his presence.

Kurt was oblivious to the fact of just how proud Blaine was over their individuality within the relationship, but more than anything he could tell that his boyfriend needed him a lot right now by the panic that had rung through the yell. He immediately stopped fixing his hair, knowing that there are more important things in life than his looks right now. He could finish it later.

He paced over to the stairs and jogged up them, speeding up when he saw Blaine's wide eyes and trembling lips. Once he reached the top of the stairs, Blaine's arms were immediately around him and he reciprocated quickly as he whispered into Blaine's mildly gelled hair, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

Blaine started, "I thought he was in Japan and-"

"Your dad's here? How does he know where I live? How did he know you were here? He couldn't have been on a flight and here now this quickly after your mom told him, so where did he get his information from?" Kurt's string of questions fell out of his mouth too quickly to be considered calm.

Blaine whispered, "I don't know. All I know is I'm terrified of what he's going to say and what's going to happen to us." He paused to clear his throat and looked into Kurt's eyes for the first time since he knew of his father's presence, "Whatever happens, Kurt, I want you to know that I love you and I always will, and even if we have to be a secret after this to make sure my dad doesn't find out we're still dating, I will do whatever it takes to make sure we stay together. I won't let you go. I can't let you go. No matter what my dad says right now, you have my heart and I hope I will still have yours."

Kurt took Blaine's hand and placed it over his chest, "You'll always have my heart, Blaine. And I want to be together still, regardless of him or anyone else for that matter. He can't touch what we have because I love you and you love me and that's not going to change."

Blaine smiled half-heartedly as he dropped their intertwined hands to his side as he stroked Kurt's knuckles once with his thumb, "Don't let me go."

Kurt smiled at the double meaning, knowing that Blaine meant that he didn't want to let go of his hand, but could have also meant in general, and he wasn't intending on doing either until Blaine wanted him to.

Blaine took a deep breath and muttered, "Okay, I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked with concern, stooping down for a quick peck on the lips. Blaine more than happily obliged, almost getting lost in the kiss until Kurt pulled away.

He sighed half-heartedly, "No, but when will I ever be?" He looked up at his boyfriend's sympathetic smile, "Come on, let's go."

Blaine and Kurt were sat across from Alexander Anderson, where in Blaine's hazy mind after the golf buggy incident had briefly called his own father William who was actually his grandfather. Carole and Burt had told the three men that they would leave them to talk, although if Kurt knew his parents, which he did, he knew they were standing just the other side of one of the two kitchen doors.

The silence was awkward and long and Kurt was at a loss. He didn't know if he should speak first or if Blaine was just trying to formulate a good sentence in his mind. Or maybe Blaine was waiting for his father to speak first. So Kurt sat there patiently, waiting for the father-son confrontation to begin. His eyes darted between Blaine and his father, noticing that unlike Blaine's mother, the only similarities they had was their face shape and curly hair, although David's was a sandy brown instead. Apart from that, Alexander Anderson looked more like Cooper, Blaine's rather-attractive-but-not-as-much-as-Blaine-himsel f brother.

Another minute passed before the silence was broken by Blaine, his voice weak and small, like a scared child, "Dad, what are you doing here? How did you find me?"

Alexander's cold hard stare into Blaine's eyes caused him to cower back slightly in his stool, desperate for his father to give him some form of approval about where he was and why he was here, which was to spend as much time with his boyfriend as he could, although his dad might not see it that way. His father replied matter-of-factly, "Well, I came back to Ohio to attend a former co-worker's funeral when I thought I would give my pal, Theo Duval, a call to check up on you. But when he told me that you were now staying at a Kurt Hummel's house, I thought of two things. One, why is my boy staying with the fag I told him to stay away from?" Blaine's hand resting on the counter clenched into a fist, his other one gripping Kurt's tighter between their thighs, "And two, Theo couldn't be talking about Burt's kid, could he? You see, Burt Hummel used to be my car mechanic when your mother, Cooper and I were living in Lima, and over time we became good friends. But things changed. We moved to Westerville, had you, received the job offer of a lifetime. So when my suspicions were found to be true, I thought I'd swing by and visit an old friend, and tell my son face-to-face so he'll get the message that he should be dating girls and not this fag."

Blaine's jaw clenched as he responded through gritted teeth, "Okay, first of all, fag is an offensive word, and if you're calling Kurt that then you're calling me that too, because guess what? I'm gay, Dad! 100% gold star gay! When will that register with you? You're a smart man! How else would you be able to be just months away from a cancer cure? So how come you can't understand that I'm gay, and that I didn't choose it? I was born this way!" Blaine was now angrily shouting, "I love Kurt. Yeah, that's right. No need to look so shocked. I'm constantly having to seek your approval about everything and I'm sick of it. I have all sorts of good things going for me right now: perfect grade point average still, great school, supportive and amazing friends, lead singer in glee club. None of that compares to what I have with Kurt, because friends will come and go, and yes academics will get me places, but frankly I don't want to go anywhere if it means leaving or losing Kurt. I love him, why can't you accept that?"

Alexander's tone became sterner than before, "This isn't a suitable lifestyle, Blaine. How are you supposed to carry on the Anderson name? How are you supposed to be respected in this world if you decide to be gay?"

"It's not a decision." Blaine spat out, "It's not like I woke up one day and decided that I was going to make my life more difficult by acting gay. I've always been attracted to guys. I always will be, and hopefully Kurt will be the last guy I ever lay eyes on. Love is love, whether straight, bisexual or gay! It doesn't make you any less of a person." After a few moments of silence, Blaine turned to Kurt, keeping his tone serious, "Kurt, can you please let me and my father have a few minutes alone? I think it might help if I do this alone."

Kurt gave him a small smile before replying, "Okay, honey. Just shout if you need anything."

Blaine mirrored his boyfriend's smile as he felt Kurt slip his hand away as he got up to leave, "Of course."

Both Andersons watched as Kurt walked towards the door and pulled it open, walking straight through and hesitantly closed it. As soon as it closed, Alexander turned back to his son with a huge scowl on his face, "How dare you tarnish the Anderson name! We are a respected family over many generations and you are just willing to throw that away for some boy. It's disgusting what you two are doing. It's not natural. You need to find a nice girl to help you get over this phase and stop hanging out with that fag. He's making you worse, Blaine. You need to be the best you can be so you'll get somewhere in this world, and associating yourself with gays and being one yourself... You won't be treated the same and you will disgrace the family name and that will follow you around for the rest of your life. I won't help you if you continue like this. I bet you think you're being rebellious but what you're doing is reckless and stupid and it's going to ruin your life."

Blaine stood from his seat in hope to appear taller than his father. It didn't work but his voice was steady as he responded loudly, "You know what, Dad? I'm sick and tired of constantly trying to appease you. I'm sick of working myself to death at school just to keep up my perfect GPA. I'm sick of always being compared to Cooper. I'm sick of always having to act perfect when nobody is. I've had it. I don't need this. I don't need to please you all the time when you're barely here for me in the first place. What am I meant to do? Follow you around for the rest of my life? I don't think so! So can you just leave me to continue with fall break without you coming in and insulting my boyfriend and my life choices?"

"I will not let you speak to me that way, Blaine Devon Anderson." Alexander Anderson stood and walked around the table to his son, "There are certain expectations in this world and I'm only giving you a head start at fulfilling these expectations. You need to step up and be a man. You're acting like an ungrateful child and it's about time you grew up and saw that you're being ridiculous."

Blaine interrupted his father's rant, "The only person being ridiculous and, quite frankly, completely idiotic is you."

Slap. Thwack. Thump.

The next thing Blaine knew, he was on the floor, his hangover headache growing into one that felt remarkably like a concussion headache. It wouldn't be the first time he'd had one on his father's behalf. But this time, the last thing he heard was the sound of his father running towards the front door, with hurried footsteps coming towards the kitchen. Someone was calling his name, shortly after the front door slammed closed, and he went to reply, but then the world went black around him.

"Blaine?" Kurt's head shot up as Mr. Anderson appeared in the doorway. He was straightening his suit, his face stony but with a glint of something Kurt didn't like in his eyes.

Alexander announced, "Well, I best be off. Lovely to see you again, Burt. Next time I'm in the country, maybe we could sit down and have a nice meal." Without further hesitation, the man in the doorway turned on his heel and left the Hudson-Hummel home, the front door slamming behind him as he went.

Kurt muttered, "I think I should go console Blaine. That can't have gone well." He walked quickly down the hallway as he yelled, "Blaine? Blaine? You got the coffee on now? Blaine?"

Kurt wasn't expecting what he saw when he swung the door open. He froze when he saw his boyfriend on the floor, the only movement coming from his boyfriend was his breathing. Kurt ran over to where his boyfriend was lying and slid down onto his knees, taking Blaine's unmoving hand into his own and yelled, "Dad, Carole, someone! Finn, even! It doesn't matter just one of you!"

Tears threatened to pour as he felt a prickling in his eyes. He could immediately hear all three members of his family rushing to him, Finn's heavy footsteps stomping down the stairs as his parents rushed through the hallway. They all reached the two doors at the same time and froze the same way as Kurt had once they saw the scene before them.

Carole rushed to Kurt's side as the first sob came, immediately hugging her stepson into her body. Kurt didn't resist as he leant into Carole and whimpered, "I knew I shouldn't have left him alone with his dad. Something didn't seem right."

Carole cradled him in his arms, quietly humming to him to calm him down, "Honey, sssshhhh! It's okay. It's going to be okay." She turned her head towards Burt, "911, ambulance and police." Burt nodded and ran off to make the call. She turned her head to Finn next, "Can you please get some ice from the fridge and a tea towel? The bruise to his temple is beginning to swell." Finn didn't hesitate because he knew that it may calm Kurt down enough for when the emergency services arrived.

Kurt whispered in between heavy breaths, "I love you, Blaine." He pressed a kiss to Blaine's still lips, begging in his thoughts that he would feel Blaine kiss back but alas he didn't, and it broke his heart in two. He didn't understand how a father could do this to his own son or how he could just leave him in this state without helping in some way. It baffled him that someone would hurt someone else to the point of unconsciousness. He didn't understand the lack of compassion and caring some people had. The only thing that was clear to him right now is that his boyfriend was unconscious, and there was no way of telling whether or not he would ever be fully alright again if he ever regained consciousness.

Kurt was worried that he was going to lose his boyfriend, and the longer Blaine's eyes remained closed and his body limp, the more anxious Kurt became.

The next few hours were hazy for Kurt. He wasn't even sure how long it took for the ambulance to get there or how long it took the police to realise that Kurt was too upset to answer any witness questions for now. The next thing he knew, he was sat in a waiting room pacing the length of the room as his family's eyes followed him and a cop stood in the corner rocking on his heels. A doctor had come out a few minutes previously saying that they were almost done in administering the initial treatment and that he would be back soon so that he could take them to Blaine.

Kurt paced the room a couple more times before seeing the doors being pushed open but it wasn't the doctor. Kurt recognised the man but couldn't place a name to the face. He overheard the man saying to the receptionist, "I'm here to see my brother, Blaine Anderson."

Kurt slowly approached Cooper, now understanding who the man was. He stopped beside Cooper, who was pinning his visitor's badge to his leather jacket, much like the one Blaine had worn the first evening of fall break after Sectionals. He cleared his throat quietly, "Cooper Anderson?"

Cooper turned to Kurt, a confused look forming on his face as he looked down at a teary-eyed Kurt, "Yes, that's me. Do you want an autograph or?"

Kurt gave him a half-hearted smile, "Well, yes, but now's not great." He put his hand out, expecting a handshake, "Actually, I'm Kurt Hummel. I'm dating your brother."

Cooper took Kurt's hand and shook it, making Kurt briefly smile once again before he tried to hold back his tears again, "Oh, right, you're the famous Kurt that my little brother won't stop going on about. I wish we could have met under better terms."

"Me too." Kurt replied, choking back a sob. Cooper pulled him into a hug, wanting the boy in front of him to feel some sort of comfort and Kurt didn't fight him. He continued curiously, speaking into Cooper's shoulder, "How did you know you needed to come here?"

Cooper released the younger boy and lead him over to a couple of seats in the corner, unsure about the rest of the Hudson-Hummel family right now, "I was at Columbus airport when my agent called saying that the hospital had called the office with regards to Blaine in a coma. I ran back through the airport and got in a cab and now here I am." Kurt nodded slightly as he processed Cooper's words. He sighed and continued, "You really care about Blaine, huh?"

"Nobody seems to fully grasp it." Kurt said with a small chuckle, "Blaine came into my life so unexpectedly. He came and just made me believe that being patient about things can really pay off. I got tormented and bullied to no end at McKinley, my last school," he clarified after he saw Cooper raise an eyebrow. "I'll admit, that still kind of happens now. But Blaine just walked in all handsome and charming and he's everything I could ever want and more, and he makes me forget all the bad in the world, because a life with Blaine can't ever really be bad. I had everything planned out. I was going to get away from Ohio, from everyone and everything that has done me wrong since my mom died, fashion school or musical theatre was yet to be determined, but now? Blaine has become a big part of that equation so I can't just walk out of Ohio in 18 months time knowing that Blaine's still here until we have some kind of plan.

"But what if all that's gone? What if Blaine's dad, your dad even, has changed everything again? What if I'm forever longing for someone who isn't around anymore and everything has gone to hell? Finding Blaine and being with him has made me realise that you can't plan your future this far in advance because everything changes all the time, even a small detail can change everything. And Cooper," He looked in the older Anderson's eyes for the first time since they sat down, "I know you could be losing your brother and if you need anything at all, I'm here. I know what it's like when you don't have someone around to help you, and I know you're that little bit older and I'm currently an emotional wreck, but if we do lose Blaine, you'll be losing your kid brother. I know what it's like to lose someone so close and dear to you, I lost my mom when I was 7, and maybe I'll have to go through that feeling again, but you care about him. You wouldn't have just ran through Columbus airport if you didn't care. So I'm here. I know Blaine would want me to be helpful wherever I can be, and no matter what I promise that I will help you and whoever else needs helping, because Cooper, I hope we are family in the future."

Cooper chuckled softly, "Blaine told me you were a bit of a drama queen." Kurt went to protest but Cooper put his hand up to stop him, "I appreciate it, I do, but by the sounds of things you are overwhelmed about everything and if anything, it should be the other way around. I mean, you have a court case to deal with as well once they arrest my father and plus, you could be losing someone you love too, possibly the love of your life. So for now, I want you to concentrate on you and your emotions because you're going to go through this low point until Blaine comes out of his coma, which he will," Cooper added when Kurt went to protest again, "and then you will be insanely happy and then probably furious at my father, and I don't blame you. Right now, I'm furious too, but as an actor, I can hide it better than most. The bottom line is that I appreciate what you were trying to do, but you're going to be in more need of help and comfort. And I'm here," he turned to gesture at Kurt's family, "and so are your family. They are your family, right? I haven't just made an idiot of myself, have I?"

Kurt chuckled as he swallowed a sob, "No, no you haven't. They're my family."

Cooper went to speak again until Blaine's doctor walked into the waiting room. Kurt shot up and looked at the doctor, his eyes wide, red-rimmed and puffy from the on/off crying he'd gone through all morning and into what was now early afternoon.

Nobody said anything as they all looked at the doctor expectantly, who was briefly looking over Blaine's file before looking up to see everyone staring. He informed the group, "He's been stable since we got him here but he's comatose because of his major head injuries." He turned to the cop in the corner, "Any news on Mr. Anderson's arrest yet?" The cop shook his head as the doctor turned back to Kurt and the others, "Follow me, you can see Blaine now."

Kurt walked a few paces behind everyone else as they entered Blaine's room. He was anxious to see his boyfriend but was scared of what he would see. Would his boyfriend's bruising be worse? Would he have a breathing mask? Would there be any sign of life in the comatose boy? The beeping of the heart rate machine was unsettling for Kurt as he wondered why it was necessary to keep track of Blaine's heart. Did the doctors think things could get worse?

Everyone stood at the edge of the room as Kurt entered and he gasped at the sight before him. Blaine lay in his bed with a hospital gown covering the clothes he was wearing at the time of the incident. The bruising on his temple pulsated slightly with the beeps of the machine, and had turned a deep shade of purple. Yet, despite the place and the reason, Blaine looked calm as he lay there in his coma, his chest rising and falling steadily. Kurt was a little relieved when he saw that Blaine was breathing on his own, no assistance necessary. After all, Kurt wasn't sure if Blaine's head was the only place that was attacked by Alexander Anderson; it could have been his chest too but he didn't want to check back at the house, fearing the worst.

He walked towards the chair beside Blaine and sat down, knowing that his emotions were about to take over and his legs would give way if he didn't. Seconds later, he failed at choking back a sob, and then failed again and again, until a long chain of sobs began. Carole rushed over and crouched next to Kurt, wrapping her arm around his shoulders as he dropped his face into his hands. She didn't say anything; nobody did. Nothing needed to be said in that moment, because the fact was that Kurt was hurting more than any of the others was enough to put words aside for now.

Twenty minutes passed of Kurt's uncontrollable sobbing, and slowly, one-by-one, everyone had began to leave until it was just Carole and Kurt at Blaine's bedside. Kurt now had his breathing under control and had run out of tears to cry, but Carole was concerned at the frown that would reside on her stepson's face until he knew that Blaine was okay.

Suddenly, Kurt muttered, causing Carole to jump slightly, "Carole, can you please give me a moment alone with Blaine?"

"Oh honey," Carole replied sympathetically, "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Please." Kurt pleaded, looking into Carole's eyes, hoping that she would give him this moment.

She patted his back as she stood up, "I'll be right outside if you need me." All Kurt could do is watch as she left the room, making sure the door was fully closed before he did anything else.

He hesitated as his hand hovered over Blaine's, unsure of whether to take it before deciding that he should. The limpness of Blaine's hand only solidified everything for Kurt; but he didn't cry, not anymore. He just squeezed his eyes shut in hope that Blaine would turn his hand over and intertwine their fingers together. There was no such luck.

Kurt sighed and looked over to Blaine's face, his lip trembling at the sight of the bruises that Alexander Anderson had left there. He breathed heavily as he stared at his boyfriend, willing for him to wake up. But once again, there was no such luck.

Kurt decided to speak his mind to Blaine, even though it wouldn't get very far, at least he had the chance to vent when he didn't trust anyone else at keeping it quiet, and everything he was going to say way about Blaine and his relationship anyway. so who better than to talk to the boy himself. He took a deep shaky breath, "Blaine, I don't know if you can hear me, but I have something I need to say. It's not that I don't want to tell you when I know you can hear me; I just don't know if I will ever get that opportunity." He paused to take another deep breath to control his emotions, "We've known each other a month. In fact, tomorrow's our 1-month anniversary, if you could believe that."

He let out a sad chuckle before continuing, "You mean so much more to me than anyone else in my life, even more than my dad to a certain extent. It took you just one month to work your way into my life and make me want you in my future. I admitted to your brother, Cooper's here by the way, that you're now a major decision in my future and that still remains true, because life before you was like a permanent thunderstorm over my head. And I never imagined anyone to save me like you have. I've never expected to find someone like you. You're like my sunshine after my 16-year thunderstorm. You're perfect for me, too perfect in fact, and it scares me that I could lose my perfect guy as quickly as I had him.

"Blaine, you've gone from a complete stranger to the love of my life, and nothing will change that for me. It may be silly, calling your high school boyfriend the love of your life, but this isn't like everyone else in the world. We're different, and I love that we're different. The point is, sweetheart, is that you're it for me. You'll always be it for me, and if you don't come out of this coma, I don't know what I'll do. I mean, I'll still take your dad to court and get the justice that you deserve, but after that what am I meant to do? I can't just pretend that you never happened, because you are always on my mind as it is, and all I'll be left with is the memories.

"So can you please do me a huge favour and stop this? Please come back. I need you. I need your embrace and your voice and your laugh and your smile and your kiss and... I just need all of you. I don't know how to live without you anymore. I love you so, so much. And I don't get what you see in me, but to have your love in return, even though I didn't think I had it at first, means more to me than anything else. I can't do this without you. I can't live my life without you. And once you're out of this coma, I will tell you all this and you'll probably laugh like you do when I'm being a bit of a drama queen, but deep down you'll know it's true. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you."

Kurt sat in the silence, all except for Blaine's heartbeat through the heart rate machine, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders. He didn't cry, not this time, because he wanted to be stronger than he had been throughout the day so far. Blaine would want it that way. So instead, he let a sad smile spread on his lips as he watched his boyfriend's chest rise and fall for a while.

Kurt didn't know how much time passed until Burt came into the room and announced, "Bud, Carole and I have just had dinner. I've told Finn to take you with him to the cafeteria so you can get something to eat." Kurt went to speak, but clearly his father could see it in his eyes when he added, "I'll call you if anything happens. It's not like I'm telling you to fly to Egypt in a hot air balloon or run through the Amazon rainforest or swim the Pacific in a day, Kurt. You're going down the hallway with your brother to eat something. That's all I ask."

Without another word, Kurt nodded, before taking his hand from Blaine's. He sighed and used his hand to brush Blaine's curls from his forehead before kissing it with all his heart. He took one last glance at his comatose boyfriend before turning towards the door. He opened it into the slightly brighter and certainly whiter hallway before saying to his dad, "If there's any change-"

"I will call you." Burt interrupted, "Carole and I will be here the entire time, I promise."

Kurt knew how important his father felt it was to keep promises. And so, without another word and with much reassurance from his father's concerned gaze, he turned on his heel and left towards the cafeteria, knowing that Blaine was safe with his father.

Blaine lay there, helpless, unable to move. When he fell into this coma, he didn't expect to be able to feel anything or hear anything. He expected it to be like if he was asleep, where all your senses seemed to die down significantly. Yes, he couldn't see or move, but there were times when he could hear. Even though his hearing was muffled in places and sometimes even fully silenced, there were still times when he could hear. The same went for touches, there were times when he could feel others touching him and there were times when he couldn't.

Something which he couldn't control were his thoughts. They also seemed to come and go, but because he was unaware that he had stopped thinking, he had no way of knowing what emotion to feel, not that he could control his emotions either. He was stuck in limbo, unable to do anything to open his eyes.

Blaine registered a hand on what he assumed was his own hand, although it was hard to tell in his unconscious-like state. Then he heard a distant voice, but his brain immediately identified it as Kurt's, "Blaine, I don't know if you can hear me... tomorrow's our 1-month anniversary, if you could believe that... you mean so much more to me... make me want you in my future... Cooper's here by the way... you're perfect for me, too perfect... complete stranger to the love of my life... you're it for me... I can't just pretend that you never happened... stop this, please come back, I need you... your embrace... your voice... your laugh... your smile... your kiss... all of you... can't live my life without you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."

The fragmentation of Kurt's speech made Blaine's brain try and piece everything together. The fact of the matter was that Kurt had just admitted that he wouldn't know what to do without Blaine, and he wasn't sure what was said in between each segment he heard, but he was sure that he had picked up at least the most important parts of what Kurt had to say.

Blaine lay there, willing for himself to awaken from this coma. He wanted to be there to tell Kurt it would all be okay and that they could build a future together starting right now. Sure, he wouldn't propose to Kurt anytime soon, but the little function in his brain was telling him that in 5 years time, it wasn't going to be a schoolboy daydream but instead a reality. Kurt would be 21 then after all, and for some reason his mind chose now to remember that Kurt had mentioned it in passing, probably as a joke but Blaine would turn that joke serious. It was weird how his mind was working right now. It seemed to remember the smallest of things and yet he couldn't control it to think about the bigger picture. His dad would be going to court after all and yet his brain didn't seem to want to think about it. Instead, it drifted between no thoughts and the simplest little daydreams about Kurt. But in a way, it was his brain's way of telling him that he would always know who Kurt is, no matter how severe the head injury, because Kurt was it for him like he was it for Kurt. They were each other's future now.

Dear Journal,

Today didn't go as planned, unless I deliberately planned for Blaine's dad to show up unannounced and knock his own son unconscious to the point where he's in a coma. And that's why I now sit in a Lima hospital ward by his bedside, hoping that just by being here, he'll eventually feel my presence and magically wake up.

Let's be honest though, he's probably not even able to hear me or feel my hand resting on his. A coma probably means that he's in a deep sleep but nothing can wake him up. I'll have to ask him when he comes out of his coma. Dad's told me to stop acting like he might not because Blaine's strong, he'll pull through. But there's no timeframe as to when; the doctors don't want to give me a date just in case it's all in vain and he remains in his coma following whatever estimated date they have put on Blaine's chart. The only reason I know they have an estimated date is because Carole insisted, as a nurse at this hospital having returned from her Westerville transfer, that she had a look at it. All she's told me is that it's soon. I don't know what she means by soon but I hope it's in time for his birthday this Saturday. I don't want him missing his 16th after all.

The doctors are allowing me to stay over tonight, much to Dad's dismay. He'd rather I slept in my own bed and have a proper night's sleep but I don't want to. I want to be here with Blaine seeing as I am so used to having him around at night. That's how I've ended up on the sofa in Blaine's hospital room, unable to sleep despite how tired I feel. I'm going to need a million cups of coffee to get through this rough time seeing as I'm clearly not getting any sleep until I know Blaine's fine for certain.

- Kurt

A/N: So there's chapter 11. It also took me so long because I was getting too emotional at writing it, so sorry about that. I hope you liked it, despite the tough goings-on, and I will try to update as soon as possible, assuming life doesn't get in the way (I hate distractions when writing). Please review! :) - foreveragleek44