Kurt reached into the basin filled with water on the table and wet a washcloth before laying it on Blaine's forehead. His fever had steadily been going up and Kurt was beginning to get worried. "Baby, I need you to open your mouth so I can take your temperature." Kurt said softly. Blaine, who was barely conscious, weakly opened his mouth and Kurt slid the thermometer in. He waited a few moments and it beeped. Kurt took the thermometer from his mouth and looked at it. It read, 103.5. That was higher than a few hours ago.

"H-how h-high?" Blaine asked, breathlessly.

"Too high sweetheart." Kurt replied. "How about we try a cool bath?" Blaine with his teeth chattering from the fever, nodded his head. So, Kurt pulled back the covers and helped him out of bed and into the bathroom. Blaine was so weak, he could barely stand. But, eventually they got into the bathroom and Kurt helped him take off everything, but his underwear and get into the lukewarm bath water.

"N-no…" Blaine moaned. "T-too cold."

"I know honey." Kurt said softly. "But, your fever is too high and we have to get it lower. Or, we'll have to go to the hospital."

"N-no, no h-hospital." Blaine replied.

"Okay, then we have to try to let the bath work." Kurt told him as he ran his fingers through Blaine's hair. Suddenly, Kurt heard Kylie crying. "I'll be right back okay." he told Blaine and Blaine gave a tiny nod. Then, Kurt went into the living room where Kylie was playing in her playpen. Kurt picked up the crying baby and held her in his arms. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay." he cooed. But, Kylie still continued to scream. Kurt was trying everything, but nothing was working and he was getting really overwhelmed. He needed help. So, he picked up his cell phone and dialed Santana's number. She and Brittany were the only ones who still lived in New York.

"Kurt?" Santana answered.

"I-I need help." Kurt said, trying his hardest not to cry.

"Okay, what's wrong?" She asked.

"Blaine is really sick and Kylie won't stop crying and I can't be with both of them." Kurt said. "I-I just need help."

"Hey, calm down." Santana told him. "Britt and I will be over in about ten minutes. Just hang in there."

"Okay, please hurry." Kurt told her before hanging up. After that he continued to bounce Kylie up and down to try and sooth her. Those ten minutes were literally the longest ten minutes of his life. But, when Santana and Brittany showed up, Kurt felt like he could breath a little bit better.

"Okay, we're here." Santana announced.

"Oh thank god." Kurt said. "Here Kylie, go to your aunt."

"Yeah, come to Auntie Tana." She cooed taking Kylie into her arms.

"I have to go and check on Blaine." Kurt told them before hurrying back into the bathroom. Blaine was still in the bathtub and he was breathing heavily. Kurt placed his hand on his forehead and noticed that he didn't feel any cooler. So, Kurt helped him out of the tub and into the some fresh pajamas. "Blaine, honey, I have to check your temperature again." Kurt told him. Blaine slowly opened his mouth. When the thermometer beeped, Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. The number, 104.5, was too high. There had to be a mistake.

"K-Kurt, d-don't f-feel g-good." Blaine got out before his body went rigid and his body started to shake.

"Oh god!" Kurt screamed loudly in terror. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen someone have a seizure before.

"Kurt, what's wrong?" Santana asked walking into the bedroom. Then, she saw Blaine still having a seizure. Kurt was moving to try to hold him down. "Don't do that!" she said immediately.

"He's going to hurt himself!" Kurt yelled back.

"You're going to hurt him even more by holding him down." She argued. "My dad is a doctor. I know this okay. It's better if we just let him ride it out."

"I-I don't understand why he's having a seizure." Kurt said.

"How high is his fever?" Santana asked.

"104.5" Kurt answered.

"That's why. That's way too high." she replied. "Kurt, that fever is dangerous. He needs to go to the hospital, like now. Britt and I will stay with Kylie. You go and take care of him." Kurt nodded. He knew Santana was right. Shortly after, Blaine's body stopped seizing.

"Blaine, sweetie…" Kurt said softly. "Can you look at me?"

"K-kurt…" he said.

"Yes, honey, I'm here." Kurt whispered softly.

"M-my chest hurts. I-I can't breathe." Blaine said.

"Okay, now I'm positive he need to go the hospital." Santana said. "If he's having chest pain, this really serious. Maybe you should call an ambulance?"

"No-no ambulance." Blaine moaned, trying to breathe.

"I can drive him." Kurt said. "Just...just help me get him to the car." Santana nodded and helped to get Blaine out of bed and then down to their car. "I'll call you when we know what's wrong."

"Okay. Don't worry about Kylie. She'll be fine." Santana said. "Feel better okay B." Blaine only nodded. Then, Kurt began driving towards the hospital, very, very, fast.

"I-it's worse…" Blaine panted.

"We're almost there honey." Kurt told him. He could see the hospital. He just needed to get there in time. A few minutes later, Kurt pulled up to the front of the hospital and put the car in park. There simply wasn't time to find a parking spot. Then, he went around and helped Blaine out of the car. He could barely stand. Kurt was almost having to carry him in. They got into the ER and Kurt felt Blaine get even heavier, if that was possible.

"K-kurt…" he moaned out before collapsing onto the ground.

"Help! I need help!" Kurt screamed and it wasn't long before a team of doctors and nurses ran over to help. "Blaine, please wake up! Please, wake up!" Kurt cried.

"Sir, you need to get out of the way." one doctor said as he pushed him back. Then, before Kurt's very own eyes, they hoisted Blaine onto a bed and wheeled him away and closed the door. Kurt was left by himself, terrified…and wondering if his husband would even survive.

Sorry for the cliffhanger guys!