A/N：This chapter is a twist of the whole story. Let me know what you think. Thanks

13. Event

Kurt stretched in his bed and rolled over, burying his nose in the floppy pillow. He inhaled, the smell of lonely, which he already used to. Half-awake, half-asleep, he opened the drawer of the nightstand, fumbled for the balm, and smeared a little on his wrist. Putting his wrist under his nose, the familiar scent wrapped him, reminding him that night, that man. It surprised him every time how a smell could recall a memory, the way that gentle hands running over his body flashbacked. He lay huddled up, hugging himself with arms, bathing in the feeling of warmth and comfort. After a while, the logical thoughts came back to his mind, he glanced at the clock, 5am, and he could still take a nap. Before he closed his eyes, the luggage standing in the corner made him shivere. Right, that's Adam's. He was back last night. Kurt looked beside, empty. He got up, put on his robe, and leashed it on the way he walk to the living room.

He winked to adjust to the light. The chandelier wasn't on, the subtle light of dawn helped him to find his boyfriend curling up in the sofa,with his head down.

"Hey, what's up?" He whispered, trying to find out if Adam was sleeping.

"Umm…nothing. "Adam murmured.

"C'mon," He walked towards the sofa, twined his arms around his boyfriend's neck from behind, "Don't tell me you are too excited for the reward ceremony tonight."

Adam chuckled, "Yeah, because I'm a huge fan for Oprah and have been choosing the outfit for a whole week."

Kurt giggled, "You are not going to laugh me about that…" He leaned forward a little more to check his boyfriend's expression, "…Adam, you were crying…"

"Umm…no, no…" Adam tried to hide his feelings.

Kurt sent him a glance of blame, "Don't lie to me, honey. Is it the nightmare coming back again?"

Adam sighed, "Yes…" Actually it's not, Kurt, it's about you.

Kurt went to pour a cup of hot water and kneeled in front of the sofa, handed his boyfriend the cup and looked into his eyes, "I'm sorry, Adam."

"No, you don't have to." Adam shook his head, patting the sofa beside him, signing Kurt to sit there. "It was not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. I never took it as your fault. I won't even wake up without your insistment."

Kurt grinned, "I'm so rejoiced for that." He let Adam to put his head on his shoulder, "It's Ok now, baby, everything is back to normal now."

Really? Adam finally decided to ignore the doubt deep in his heart, he didn't want this balmy moment fluttered away.

Blaine was polishing his nails with purple. He knew it will be a little out there, but he just wanted everything to be perfect, after all, Kurt was really picky when it came to fashion. He smiled without self-conscious when he imagined of Kurt praising his outfit.

His iPhone buzzed when he was doing his little finger. He looked up. Cooper Anderson.

He signed, scratched the screen to answer the phone and was frustrate to find the polish of his index finger was messed.

"What?" He asked snappily.

"Hello, squirt." The man in the telephone seemed not effected by his bad attitude.

"What?" His voice sounded more annoyed. Blaine always hated being called that nickname. Yes, there was once upon a time, he was so looking up to his big brother. He mimicked his tone and his dancing gesture, but one day in his teenage period, he was suddenly tired all of this, being compared with somebody you would never catch up with.

"Why are you so upset?" Cooper questioned, "Anyway, I have a good news for you."

"I highly doubt that." Blaine rolled his eyes. Everything is always about you.

"I will take a trip to New York this weekend, we could meet then."

How could this be a good news for me? Blaine rolled his eyes again. "For what?"

"It is a business trip, actually, it has something to do with your hospital."

Blaine sat a little straighter, "What? Are you going to sale the hospital to Symthes? " He knew the hospital under the management of his father was not earning much money years before , though he had no say in things at home from then on, but still did not want the hospital to be renamed.

"Thought you'd never concern about our hospital." The man in the phone laughed, "I can't tell you now, business secret, but you will know. See you then." Then the phone was hanged out.

Blaine was unhappy for being tantalized. Now, however, he has things more important to do, first of all, redo his nail of his index finger.

Blaine straightened his purple suit, took a deep breath and opened the door, not until he got off, the numerous flash were already flashed toward him, he did not like this feeling, not that he did not like to be focused on, he was a lead choir singer before, who was used to be shining under the spotlight, but he did not like being considered to be someone's boyfriend only. He sighed in his mind, squeezed out of his standard smile, like what he had promised Sebastian, walking, waving and smiling.

He deliberately walked a step away behind Sebastian, taking the chance to observe around, has Kurt come? Unfortunately, he was surrounded with fan girls who were screaming his fiancé's name. There was no one he could recognize.

Blaine walked into the hall, and was scheduled to sit among cast members of Sebastian's, he was glad he could escape responsibility for initiating topics, because obviously, Sebastian preferred himself to be the center of attention. He took the time to observe. The front of the hall was set with round tables, stars were sitting around the tables which had flowers and champagnes on them. And there were rows of chairs set in the back, ready for the general audience. He craned his neck, looking to the rear, of course, Kurt could not to be placed in the front row like him.

"Baby, are you looking for someone?" A kind and hoarse voice came from his left side.

"Umm, no." Blaine quickly turned back, smiling to the old man.

"Morgan Flinders. "That man smiled to Blaine and stretched his right hand.

Blaine smiled back and shook his hand, supposing it wouldn't be too boring if there was someone he could talk to. "Blaine Anderson."

"So, according to the paparazzi, you are a doctor?" The African-American smiled kindly.

Blaine chuckled, "Oh, yes." He poured a glass of champagne to the old man.

"Oh, I'd better pass it." He put out a restraining hand, then pointed to his up-abdomen, "Got a stomachache from noon."

"Oh, that," Blaine withdrew the glass, "Have you taken any medicine?"

"Two tablets of Talcid, no effect, still burning."

"Maybe you should try Losec, " Blaine suggested, "It will be more effective."

"Sorry, I turned our conversation into a consultation." The man smiled and apologized.

"Oh, never mind." Blaine laughed, "After I got the certificate, all my reunions, old friends gatherings have become consultation meetings, I have been accustomed to that for a long time"

They looked into each other and laughed. Blaine felt great to have a moment so relaxed, forgetting about the fiancé sitting right beside him.

As they chatted happily, the ceremony started. Blaine felt a little lost suddenly, knowing there was no chance he could look back to find Kurt now since the cameras were on. He was wondering if he would come or not, maybe he just pretended to comfort him, he was always so kind, unwilling to hurt anyone, what if he didn't want to come at all?

The ceremony was over eventually. Except the chat with the old gentleman, the night did not seem to leave any impression in Blaine's mind. He was held arm by Sebastian, and they exited with the crew together, ready to go to the bar to celebrate. In the crowd, he still did not see the familiar figure.

When the group of people went out the door, the man walking besides Blaine, Morgan, suddenly moaned bitterly, and then fell to the ground, clutching his chest. The crowd around panicked and exclaimed. Blaine froze for a second and quickly reacted, he knelt on the right of the elderly, besides his chest , his hands patted on his shoulders , leaned forward to his ears on both sides alternatively and shouted, "Sir, are you okay ? Morgan?" No response. A trace of anxiety and panic took his heart, my God, that's not a simple stomachache, is it myocardial infarction? He had never had to rescue people he knew, they were all patients with no emotion involved, he suddenly felt somewhat forgetting how to do it. He put three fingers on the old man's neck pulse points, no pulsing. He could see his hands trembling and shaking.

"Back off, give him some air!" A cold and dominating voice came from his left. The crowd around automatically stepped back. The man kneeled at the top the patient's head. "No pulse?" The familiar voice questioned.

Blaine nodded, he didn't have to look up to know who the man was. "Heart attack, I guess." The nerves of his brain and muscles functioned again.

"Call 911!" Kurt looked up and ordered Adam who immediately obeyed. Then he pulled the old man's jaw to downward with his left hand, and pressed his forehead backwards with his right hand, opening his mouth. He nodded to Blaine. Seeing that, Blaine quickly opened the elder's clothes, kneeling straight his body, palms overlapping, started the chest compressions.

"…29, 30!" As Blaine's voice down, Kurt pinched the patient's nose, put his handkerchief on the patient's mouth quickly, and leaned over to do the artificial respiration. They fit so perfectly, as if trained hundreds of times before, but in fact they never practiced together. Blaine felt that without any saying, Kurt would know what he should be doing, and just a look from Kurt would let he know if he was doing fast enough or deep enough. The whole noisy world seemed to disappear, and only two of them with their hearts connected existed.

After two rounds, Blaine reassessed the pulse, "heartbeat restored!" Kurt nodded, "breathe too, he's back." He put the old man's head to the left as a resuscitation position, when Blaine closed the patient's clothes. Then two comrades let out a long breath the same time, while exchanging a comforting and reassuring eyes. Far came the ambulance siren.

In the process that Morgan was carried to an ambulance by the stretcher-bearers, Adam was in shock , his feet seemed to be filled with lead, making he unable to move , but his thoughts was floating , as if to leave his body , hovering far above to watch it all. Ambulances, siren, doctors, nurses, and then everything ... all the same, someone is shouting his name, is it Kurt? Yes, that time was also Kurt, he wanted to wake up, and he wanted to tell Kurt he's okay, but he could not open his mouth, his head hurt. Why? Why is it so painful? Right, because he was hit, by a car, by that person, then who was that? The face was so indistinct, unclear, suddenly a flash of light enable him to see, was he? Yes, it was him. All, everything, he could recall everything.

"Adam? Adam? Are you OK? Don't scare me, please!" Kurt was shaking his shoulders.

"Ah, Kurt, Yes, yes, I'm Ok, just a little shocked."

Kurt relived and grinned, "We should go home now, and you need some rest."

"I…"Adam looked into Kurt's eyes, should I tell him? Should I tell him who hit me? No! No! You will lose him. You can't lose him, Adam! He smiled, "Nothing, just a little headache."

The grey-blue eyes showed a little regret, "I knew I shouldn't have allowed you go out too soon, c'mon, let's go."