A glass figurine of a man playing guitar hit the wall and shattered, falling to the ground in a million little pieces. Blaine turned away so he didn't have to face the mess. He had never been the slightest bit enraged with Kurt, but now, he was furious. Blaine had gotten a huge scholarship to a music school and wanted to tell Kurt about it so badly. Kurt was home for a few days and they had planned to meet after school in the glee room, but Kurt had never shown. Blaine grabbed his keys and stormed out of his empty house, not locking the door behind him. He needed to go for a drive to clear his head. As he was stepping into his car, Kurt's SUV pulled into his driveway. Blaine laid his head on the steering wheel. He didn't want to see Kurt right now. He didn't want to hear his excuse as to why he didn't meet him after school. Blaine heard the soft crunch of gravel under Kurt's boots come towards his car quite quickly. "I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt panted through a heavy stream of tears. Kurt gently placed a shaking hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"I don't care, Kurt! It's not always about you! The one time I want it to be about me, you don't show up. That hurt, Kurt!" Blaine looked up and glared at Kurt, only then realizing that Kurt was way too upset over the little argument that they were having. They would go through the same process as always: scream it out, then have makeup sex and cuddle, and Kurt knew that. Right now, Kurt was disheveled and sobbing hysterically. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked, lowering his voice. Kurt shook his head 'no' vigorously. "What happened?" Blaine asked, forgetting that they were even fighting in the first place. Kurt never cried like this.
"My dad," Kurt squeaked out between sniffles. Blaine felt his stomach drop. Kurt's dad was his world and his life stood in the balance every day because of his heart. He stepped out of his car and took Kurt's hand.
"What about your dad?" Blaine asked. Kurt met Blaine's eyes.
"It happened again. His heart. I came home for a few days because he said he wasn't feeling well and it just happened…" Kurt squeaked, setting off a new stream of sobs and tears. Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight hug.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any of what I said," Blaine whispered, his own eyes filling with tears.
"I'm sorry too. What did you want to tell me?" Kurt asked, his face buried in Blaine's jacket.
"That's not important," Blaine said. "But what is important is getting you to your dad. Why aren't you there, anyways?"
"Because I want you there with me," Kurt said quietly. Blaine squeezed him even tighter.
"I'll always be here when you need me. Leave your car here. I'll drive." Blaine broke the hug and gently guided Kurt towards the passenger seat of his car. Blaine put on some quiet music and drove to the hospital to see Kurt's dad. Burt was fine in the end, and Blaine never left Kurt's side.