Hi all! I apologise profusely to all those who requested smut for this chapter. It simply didn't work out that way. And I'm sorry for this chapter too. I literally bawled my way through it. I can't even read it over, so if I missed any letters, or misspelled something, I'm sorry. It truly left me a quivering mess. Now that I'm done, I have to go have a warm bath, and a good cry. Love you all.

I don't own it. Nope. Not me. :)

The world was fuzzy, but Blaine didn't care. His lips were pressed against the most beautiful man on earth. His heart was racing, his blood bubbling, his mind whirling like a dervish. He slowly slid his tongue over the other man's lower lip, tasting, caressing, loving every minute, every second of the time he spent with him.

His hands glided up the other's spine, miraculously he was devoid of all clothing. They both were. His tongue darted out again, and was captured by the other's lips. Slowly, so slowly, they moved together, the friction delicious, and sweet, and comfortable.

He moved his arms up until they reached the other's shoulders, clasping his hands behind his neck. The sweet, sensual man in front of him moaned into his mouth, sliding his hands down until they grasped Blaine's ass cheeks firmly, and he pulled his cock ever closer to his own.

The sliding, the gasping the loving, and Blaine was a part of it all. His hands pulled closer… and closer… and then there was nothing there. His hands were empty, and he looked around for the other man. His breath hitched, his body trembled, and he looked around frantically.

Then the other man was there, pressed up against him again, softly kneading his ass cheeks and slipping one hand between them. His hand brushed up against Blaine's cock, and he twitched in his lust. His hands reached out, taking hold of the other man's face, and he moulded his lips once again to the other's mouth.

And once again, he was gone. Blaine's heart skipped a beat, as he searched frantically for some sign, some idea, of where the other had gone. Where was his beloved? Why wouldn't he come to him? What was Blaine supposed to do now?

A hand grasped him lightly from behind, a familiar hand, but not his lover's hand. It used all of his lover's moves, it felt so much like it would be his sweet, gentle lover who grasped him so softly, so gently, and rubbed him so well. He groaned, his head falling back, and he looked up into the eyes of the one who caressed him, loved him, and he saw bright green eyes, instead of brilliant blue. His heart nearly stopped in shock and confusion.

"Andrea…"

When Blaine awoke the next morning, he rolled over onto his stomach, and promptly fell on the floor. Wait, what?
He looked up, and saw his eldest daughter kneeling beside him, her hair hanging down in his eyes. Blinking, he pushed her hair from his face, and smiled at her.

"Hi, beautiful girl!" He sat up, looking around. "How did I end up out on the couch? And where's Kurt?"

"Kurt went home, Daddy," Katherine frowned a little. "Did you make Kurt mad, daddy? He looked like he was mad when he left this morning." Blaine frowned. He didn't think so.

"No, I didn't make him mad, sweetie. At least, not that I'm aware of," He stood up, his hands on his waist, and he pulled his eldest daughter into his arms, swinging her around and cuddling her close. "I feel pretty darn good right now, I think," He added, planting a kiss on her cheek and putting her down. Katherine stood looking at him, her hands on her hips, mimicking him.

"I dunno, daddy. Kurt seemed really mad." She frowned again, her four-year-old body quietly judging him. Blaine frowned too, staring back at his daughter.

"Do you think I should call him? What if he's sleeping?" His daughter beckoned to him, and he knelt on the floor in front of her. She placed her hands on his stubbled jaw and looked into his eyes.

"Daddy, you know how you told us that Kurt was gu.. gra.. umm…" She paused, trying to think of the word.

"Gay?" He supplied softly.

"Yeah!" She responded, a smile gracing her lips for a second before returning to the frown. "You said it was okay for a boy to like another boy, and a girl to like another girl, right?" Her eyebrows raised, and Blaine swore he saw a bit of Kurt in her at that moment.

"Yes, sweetheart. It is just fine for two boys or two girls to love each other. Just like when a boy and a girl love each other. Why?" He had to ask, because this coming from his four-year-old was kind of freaking him out. He wasn't ready to have the sex talk with Katherine yet. He needed time to prepare.

"Kurt said something, and that's why I think you made him mad." Katherine's attention was now divided; Penny had woken up and was stumbling out of her room, rubbing her eyes.

"Katherine, I need you to look at me again," Blaine said, a flutter of panic rising in his stomach. "Katherine, look at me!" He demanded, grabbing her upper arms lightly and turning her back around to face him. "What did Kurt say?" He asked harshly, his heart hammering in his chest.

"Ummm…" Katherine's eyes no longer looked at him again, her focus was all but lost. "Something about he should have known," She said softly, and her radiant smile returned with the loss of her concentration. "Can I go play with Penny, Daddy?" Blaine let her go, and she ran to play with her sister.

Blaine carded his hand through his hair; No. Kurt wouldn't have left him. They were in love. Why would Kurt be so upset? Why would he leave? Why wouldn't he say goodbye?

Blaine was now completely freaking out. He sat the girls at their little table, gave them some cereal for breakfast, and called Kurt's cell phone. When his call went straight to voicemail, he left a message:

"Hey, Kurt. It's me. Ummm… Katherine said you left this morning, and you were upset about something. If you want, we can talk about it. Please? Call me," He finished, his voice breathless as the band of nervousness tightened around his chest. He called Kurt's home phone, and left another message, nearly identical to the first, only with a bit more nerves thrown in.

He couldn't stay in the house. He had to do something to take his mind off of Kurt. Something that allowed him to breathe.

Blaine felt like he should be apologising, but for what? What, exactly had he done? He didn't know, and Kurt wasn't there to tell him. He was scared, trembling all over. What if Kurt didn't want him anymore? What if Kurt never came back?

Blaine's chest tightened so much that he couldn't breathe, at all. He fell to the floor, great sobs coming from his throat, and Katherine and Penny both screamed. Katherine dashed to her father, her hands clutching at his chest, as she screamed at him for instructions on what to do.

"C-Call 911," Was all he said.

Kurt walked down the hallway to Blaine's apartment. He had gone for a walk, a long walk. His head swam with the picture of Blaine and Andrea, Andrea and Blaine, and his mind whirled.

How could he have been so stupid? Why did he think Blaine could love him after only a couple of months? His body had literally shut down for a good minute and a half when Blaine had moaned her name. Then he had jumped up, his face flushing in embarrassment, and he'd walked to the bathroom. He's splashed cold water on his face, and discovered that it didn't help. He was feeling trapped, cornered, and needed to go out for a bit. He'd be back soon; the girls still needed him, even if Blaine didn't. Katherine had seen him leave, and he'd put his finger over his lips in a gesture for her to be as quiet as possible. He'd been muttering when he left, so he had no idea that Katherine had been listening in.

So now here he was, about to walk back into the lions' den. He felt like that, too; he'd rather get his wisdom teeth removed than go back in there again. But the girls needed him. That was his only motivation.

And then he heard Katherine scream. His heart jumped to his throat, and he rushed to the door. He flung open the apartment door to find Blaine sprawled on the floor, clutching his chest, and Katherine grabbing hold of his shirtfront. Everyone in the room was crying, and Kurt rushed over to Blaine, his panic taking a back seat to finding out what the hell was wrong with Blaine.

He gently moved Katherine, murmuring softly at her to let go and go take care of her sisters. She automatically dashed over to Penny, and held her close, while holding on to Jessica's hand while she sat in her high chair, crying loudly. Kurt had to focus on Blaine, and so he ignored the crying, screaming girls, and focused solely on Blaine's face.

"Blaine?" He asked, unable to keep the tenderness from his voice. "Blaine, look at me, can you hear me?"

Blaine's pain was immense. It was as though the earth had swallowed him, and was crushing every part of him without mercy. Then he felt a gentle hand on his, pulling him back from the pain, making his heart slow down, easing and soothing his broken body. He opened one eye, and looked into Kurt's amazingly blue eyes.

"K-K-Kurt?" His voice was raw, sore, his head still swimming with pain, but not nearly as much.

"Blaine? Oh, hold on, Blaine, the ambulance is coming," Kurt's voice registered in his weary psyche, and he tried to focus on his love, his Kurt, his everything.

"W-Why did y-you l-leave?" Blaine could barely talk, it hurt so much, but he wanted to know the answer. If he was going to die, here and now, he needed that answer.

Kurt's breath hitched in his throat, his mind whirling as he tried not to tell Blaine. He didn't want anything to make Blaine feel worse, and he was afraid that Blaine would panic if he told him. So he ignored the question.

"You're going to be okay, Blaine," Kurt murmured, his hands smoothing over Blaine's curls, his arms holding the man he loved close, as Kurt began to cry. "Oh, God, you have to be all right," Kurt's heart hurt; he still loved Blaine, no matter if he was having dreams about Andrea or not.

"A-answer me," Blaine stuttered, his hand reaching out for Kurt's jaw, his bleary eyes focused on the man leaning over him. Kurt sobbed, tears running down his cheeks, dripping onto Blaine's shirt.

"Y-You were dreaming, last night, B-Blaine," Kurt capitulated, his heart aching like it never had before. "Y-You called A-Andrea's n-name…" He collapsed in tears, his head bowed over Blaine's chest, his sobbing echoing through the apartment.

Blaine remembered the dream. Bits and pieces floated through his memory, and he understood why Kurt was upset. His voice hurt when he spoke, but he had to make himself understood.

"No, Kurt," Blaine struggled, trying to lift his pain wracked body up from the floor, to hold the man he desperately loved. "No," Kurt grasped him, and lay him back down, trying to make sure Blaine didn't hurt himself further.

"Kurt, I love you," Blaine whispered, his head swimming and his heart hurting and his eyes leaking. "Love you, so muuuch…" Blaine's voice faded; he was becoming so tired. He just wanted to rest, for a minute. Kurt looked at his lover in panic; what was he supposed to do? Let Blaine go to sleep, or keep him awake? He opted to keep him awake. That's what they always did in movies.

"Blaine?" He received no response. "Blaine? Come on, Blaine, you have to stay with me!" Kurt panicked, his mind racing every which way. "BLAINE!" Blaine opened his eyes, his focus and concentration on the one person who loved him more than anyone else. His head lolled back, as Kurt lifted his head into his lap, and kissed him soundly on the forehead. "You have to stay with me, okay? Okay, Blaine? Stay with me!" Kurt's voice sounded panicked to Blaine. Why would Kurt be panicking? Blaine just wanted to sleep. Why wouldn't Kurt let him sleep? He mumbled something incoherent, and then Kurt was taken from him.

Wait. Kurt? Kurt come back! Blaine wanted to yell, to scream at Kurt to come back to him, but there were other people there. People who were pulling him away from Kurt. People who were taking him away from his girls. No. NO! Blaine fought against the weariness that threatened to consume him. He needed Kurt; he needed his girls! He fought the men looking at him, he wanted Kurt!

Kurt cuddled the girls to him, as he watched the ambulance attendants take Blaine away. He was sill crying, his heart pounding in his chest, as he watched the man he loved get set up with oxygen, and an IV, and other weird medical things. In a daze, he called his bes friend, Rachel.

"Rachel? I need help. No, please don't ask me why. Blaine's in the hospital. He… I think he may have had a heart attack. Yes, like my dad had. No I don't know if he's going to be all right. Not yet. But I need someone to watch the girls for me. No, they've been fed. Cereal. Yes you can give them whatever you want. I don't care. Please, can I drop them off? All right. We'll be there soon. No, you don't have to come here. No, I'll drop them off. No, I'm okay to drive. Really, I am. I… All right. Come get us then. I'm not going to argue, Rachel. I just… I really need you, right now. Yes. Oh God, Rachel…. Yeah, I love you too. See you soon," Kurt hung up the phone, his sobs coming harder than ever, as he slumped onto the floor.

That's where Rachel found him half an hour later, when she showed up at the apartment. She hurried over to Kurt, to make sure he was still awake, and then she took the hands of the two older girls, and had them lead her to their room to help them ge dressed. Once they were taken care of, she dressed Jessica, all the while worried about the man slumped against the wall on the floor.

After a few minutes, Jesse showed up, his hands carding through his hair as he took in the three little girls, and the man who rested on the floor near the balcony door.

"Rachel?" He asked, in a quivering voice. "Are you sure?" Rachel looked at him with kind eyes.

"Yes, Jesse, you can do this. I believe in you," It had been a while since Rachel and Jesse had dated, but they were still friends, and Rachel knew that under the flamboyant and outrageous exterior, Jesse really did have a kind heart.

"Okay, then. If you're sure," Jesse walked over to Kurt, kneeling down and placing a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Kurt? Hey, Kurt, look at me, will ya?" Kurt lifted his eyes from the spot he had been staring at for almost an hour, and looked Jesse sraight in the eyes.

"Jesse St James? What are you doing here?" He mumbled softly, as though he couldn't really remember what he was doing there, let alone Jesse.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital to see Blair, okay?" Jesse whispered, trying his best to help Kurt to his feet.

"Blaine," Rachel stage-whispered at Jesse, her mouth turned down in a frown.

"Yeah, him," Jesse replied, and he hauled Kurt up, and helped walk him to the door.

"Rachel?" Kurt whispered, turning back to the beautiful woman who held tightly to little Jessica, while wiping the tears from Penny's eyes. "Thank you. Thank you so much. If you ever need anything…" He trailed off, tears springing once again to his eyes as he watched her carefully.

"I know, Kurt," she replied, the hint of tears in her eyes as well. "I love you too. Now go," She urged, and Jesse led him from the apartment gently.

Blaine awoke in an unfamiliar room. His body ached all over, and there were machines attached to his face, arms and chest. What the hell had happened? Where was Kurt? He had a funny feeling that he needed Kurt to know something.

He moved. His hand reached out; for what, he didn't know. His head turned, looking around him, and even that little bit of movement made him so tired. He heard a sound from the other end of the room, and turned to try and look.

"Hey," Blaine's mother was there. Why was his mom there? His heart stuttered, and he panicked. What was going on?

"Shhhh, it's okay, Blainey, it's all right." His mother placed a hand on his forehead, and I did nothing to comfort him whatsoever. He kept turning his head, looking around for Kurt. Where was Kurt? Where were his girls? Who was watching them? He rolled his eyes in his head, his panic fighting up to the surface of his thoughts, and there was noise from the doorway.

"Woah, calm down, Mr Anderson, calm down," The male doctor came in, and checked his vitals, as he continued to thrash about in his bed. "Mr Anderson!" The doctor said sharply, and Blaine took a breath. "That's better. Now. From what we have been able to deduce, you have had a mild hear attack." A heart attack? Blaine thought. I'm only twenty-eight. How the hell can I have had a heart attack? That's for old people.

"By the look of confusion on your face, I'd say it came as a surprise," The doctor chuckled lightly. Blaine absolutely hated him at that moment. "It seems to have been stress induced, and so I'd say it shouldn't take too very long for you to get better. But you have to reduce your stress load, or it will kill you before you hit forty." The doctor looked at him seriously, making sure he understood the implications. Then he adjusted one or two more things on the machines, and left.

Blaine looked at his mother, who had been silent the entire time. He opened his mouth the say something, but the oxygen mask prevented him from speaking. He was all set to pull it off, when the man he was about to ask for walked in the room.

"Kurt." He mumbled, although through the mask, it came out sounding like "hurt".

"I know you hurt, baby," His mother cooed, and he rolled his eyes at her. He shoot his head, and stared intently at the man who had slowly come up to the other side of his bed. He reached a hand out, and it was instantly grabbed by his lover.

"Hey," Kurt said softly, his eyes roaming over every inch of Blaine. If it hadn't been for his mother being there, Blaine would have blushed, thinking Kurt was checking him out. Blaine gripped Kurt's hand and squeezed, taking comfort in the presence of the taller man. "I'm here," Kurt's eyes watered, as he tried to hold back the ears that threatened to engulf him. "I love you,"

Blaine's eyes opened wide, and he could scarcely believe his ears. Kurt still loved him? Even though he'd had a dream about Andrea? Even if his dream hadn't meant anything to him. Kurt still loved him. And he still loved Kurt. But how could he tell him with the mask over his face?

Slowly, painfully, he pulled both hands up, over the covers on the bed. He first pointed to his eyes. Then his hands shaped themselves into the form of a heart. And finally, he pointed at Kurt, displaying a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes. Kurt laughed tearfully.

"I love you too, Blaine. I always will."