A/N: Another Tumblr prompt, this time from laughlovemusic, with; Kurt knew that his husband's job was a dangerous one. One that required putting your life on the line every day. He was a firefighter: a hero and so here it is :D

Kurt hated nights like these.

They tore at his gut, threatening to rip him apart. He sat by the phone most nights, waiting for the call – Blaine was dead, engulfed by flames and burnt to death. Yes, Blaine was a hero – being a firefighter was no easy task and he was so, so proud of his husband for what he did, but it put Kurt on edge.

What if Blaine did die one night? What if he was crushed by a plank of wood; squashed by a support beam; lost beneath rubble? What if one night he was smacked on the head? What if he didn't remember Kurt? What if something went wrong?

Kurt shook his head to clear it, gazing around their apartment. It was small and cramped, but it was the best they could do with Blaine working part-time and volunteering, and Kurt bringing home most of the money in retail.

The phone rang, and Kurt jumped in surprise, his body freezing and his organs pole-vaulting into his throat.

It was the home phone. The fucking home phone. This was it.

This was it.

Kurt picked up the receiver with shaking hands, swallowing hard but feeling like he had taken a mouthful of sand.

He couldn't find his voice.

He just stood there lamely, tears pooling in his eyes as he imagined the scenario – how it happened, why it happened…if they had a chance to save him.

"Kurt? You there?"

Kurt let out a sob at his voice. "Oh god Blaine!"

"Baby, what's going on, are you okay?"

Kurt burst into tears, sinking to the floor, letting out giant sobs that wracked his body.

"Kurt, what's going on? Baby, talk to me? Please?"

"Blaine…oh fuck Blaine…I thought…"

"Hey, I'm on my way home, okay?"

"No, no." Kurt swallowed. "I'm okay."

"I'm coming home anyway. They don't need me here. Are you sure you're okay until I get there?"

"Yeah. I'm…I'm okay." Kurt whispered.

"Alright. I'll talk to you soon and you can tell me why you're crying, okay?"

"Y-yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Kurt kept the receiver to his ear long after Blaine hung up, trying to concentrate on those three words that meant everything to Kurt. Tears were still streaming down his face, his eyes closed as he braced himself against the floor.

The door opened but Kurt barely heard it, his mind completely numb. It was only when two strong arms wrapped around him that he let out another sob and wrapped himself around his husband.

"What's wrong?" Blaine whispered, rubbing soothing circles into his back.

Kurt shook his head, crying into Blaine's shoulder.

They sat like that for a long time. Blaine had no idea what was wrong – he often came home to Kurt looking pale and stricken, but this was the worst he'd ever been. Was he sick?

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered, pulling back from Blaine's embrace and drinking him in.

"What for?" Blaine asked softly, stroking a gentle hand over his perfect, tear-stained cheek.

"I just…" Kurt ducked his head, a blush rising up his chest. "Don't judge me…"

"I'd never judge you."

"I keep thinking you're going to die." He let out in a rush, his eyes snapping closed as another wave of tears cascaded down his face. "I just…every time you go out, I just…I can't…and then the phone rang and I thought that it was it and I just-"

Blaine's lips met Kurt's in a soothing gesture, and Kurt clutched at him like a lifeline.

"I'm sorry." Blaine said softly, pressing little kisses to Kurt's mouth. "My mobile was dead…I was calling from the station in case you tried to ring me. I didn't mean to worry you…"

Kurt shook his head, still scrabbling wordlessly at Blaine's shoulder blades, as if trying to reassure himself that Blaine was there and safe.

Blaine was silent for a long time, his fingers sometimes reaching out to touch Kurt's face or to glide through his hair.

"I can stop, you know?"

Kurt stared at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"I'll stop volunteering. If you're this upset…I'll do it."

Kurt shook his head, holding Blaine against him tightly. "No…no, no. I'll be fine. You love it…and you come home so happy most days…I couldn't make you give it up."

"I don't like seeing you unhappy babe…"

"But I will get over it. And I'll trust you not to die on me."

Blaine chuckled slightly, kissing Kurt's temple. "Well, I promise not to die then."

Kurt nodded. "Good."

He knew he'd never get over it. He knew that every time Blaine left, there was always a chance something would go wrong – that he'd never see Blaine again. But Kurt couldn't stop Blaine from doing something he loved, and he knew that the only thing he could do was tell Blaine he loved him every time he left, and pray that Blaine made it back okay.

A/N: Something is a little incomplete about this, I may update if I find a better way to finish it :D Also, if anyone wants to drop a suggestion in, just send me a Private Message with a prompt of your choice, whether it be a phrase, a scenario, a setting, whatever!