A/N: Death!Klaine

Rating: PG, M

There were only a few times that Blaine could honestly say he'd stopped breathing.

The first was the Sadie Hawkins dance.

Second, was when he first realised that Kurt was the right guy for him.

Third – when he found out that their surrogate was pregnant.

The most recent, was when Kurt was hit by a car.

^.^

Time seemed to stop as the car drew closer and Blaine's heart lodged itself into his throat as the bumper slammed into his husband.

Blaine couldn't – couldn't move. His hand tightened around Jacinta's hand as she screamed. Blaine wanted to move. Wanted to help. Wanted to comfort her, if nothing else.

But Blaine couldn't breathe.

Finally, Jacinta ripped her hand away, running into the street towards Kurt's body.

Blaine sprang into action, racing after his seven year old as sirens sounded faintly in the distance. There were things happening – people yelling and doors slamming and someone apologizing. But Blaine couldn't take it in.

He knelt at Kurt's side, barely registering the blood and awkward way his body was twisted. He wasn't moving. Wasn't blinking.

Fuck, Blaine didn't even know if he was awake.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up!" Jacinta was screeching, and suddenly Blaine realized that he needed to wake up.

People were gathering, and Blaine pulled Jacinta away as the paramedics turned up.

^.^

"Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine looked up from where he was staring intently at the floor, standing as a nurse beckoned him over. Rachel had taken Jacinta shortly after they reached the hospital – taking her back to her apartment to calm her down.

"Dr. Thomas wants to talk to you about your partner."

Blaine nodded, looking up as Dr. Thomas walked towards them.

"Blaine…Kurt is stable, but he's in a coma. There's no brain damage, as far as we can tell from the MRI, but we'll just have to wait for him to wake up."

"…if he wakes up…" Blaine finished in a whisper.

Dr. Thomas put a hand on his shoulder, silently comforting him. "Do you want to see him?"

"Y-yes please."

Dr. Thomas hesitated.

"We cleaned him up as best we could, but you need to prepare yourself – his right leg is broken, and right wrist is fractured from where the car hit him. His left elbow is broken, from where he tried to cushion his fall. He's also fairly covered in bruises…"

Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath. "Please. I…I need to see him."

Dr. Thomas nodded, leading Blaine to a private room and opening the door.

"He's in here." He said gently. "I'll be back soon to check on him."

Blaine barely nodded, focusing on the limp form he could see in the room. He walked slowly towards it, gauging how bad Kurt's injuries were by the way he looked.

The bits he could see – the parts of Kurt not covered by blanket – didn't look good. His face was fine – but his neck was covered in purple and blue bruising. The blankets thankfully covered the casts, but the bandage on the back of Kurt's head…well, it didn't look good.

Finally, Blaine broke down. Small tears at first – falling down his cheeks. He collapsed in the seat, his head falling into his hands as he sobbed into the night.

^.^

"Blaine…?" Blaine had barely answered the phone, but then he remembered that Rachel had Jacinta.

"Yeah?" he asked sadly.

"Is he…okay?"

"Coma…" Blaine steeled himself, trying to say it without bursting into tears again.

"Oh my god…"

"He's…they don't know…do you think you could take Jacinta for a couple of days?"

"Of course, Blaine. Of course. Just…if you need anything, don't hesitate to call, okay?"

Blaine had just made a non-committal noise and hung up, slumping in his chair and glancing at Kurt.

But nothing had changed.

He was just…there.

But not.

Blaine's eyes closed

^.^

Three weeks passed, and Kurt's condition didn't change.

Blaine took as much time off work as he could without letting him and Jacinta starve. Blaine was at the hospital more often than he was at home, and as a result, so was Jacinta. He would pick her up from school and they would go straight to the hospital, sometimes staying the night if it was a weekend.

But Jacinta understood, and didn't want to leave her daddy almost as much as Blaine didn't want to leave his husband's side.

Their lives slipped into routine, and they stopped planning things. Their home became the hospital, only to stare at Kurt's lifeless body.

It had been four weeks, when Rachel finally approached Blaine in the hospital – away from Jacinta.

"Blaine…" she said softly. "I…uh…what's going to happen if he doesn't-"

"He will." Blaine ran a hand through his hair, eyes already watering.

"But…"

"Don't you dare try and convince me that he's not going to-"

"Daddy! Daddy! Come quick!" Jacinta appeared in the hall, eyes brighter than Blaine had seen since the accident. "Daddy…he's. Come!"

Blaine launched himself at the room, eyes wide and disbelieving as he practically fell through the doorway.

Kurt was blinking.

"Kurt?" Blaine cried, stepping cautiously towards the bed. "Kurt!"

He didn't answer.

"Daddy…?" Jacinta sobbed, clinging to the sheets.

A doctor appeared in the room with Rachel, and he moved forward, checking vitals.

"Okay." The doctor breathed. "This is good. Very good."

Blaine's eyes watered as he glanced up at the doctor, hope sparkling in his eyes.

"What do you mean? Is he going to wake up? What's going on?"

The doctor smiled. "It's a good sign that he'll recover. Over the next couple of days, he'll start becoming more aware of the fact that you're here. He'll slowly regain control of his limbs – start talking to you even. When he's finally able to start moving around on his own, you'll be able to take him home."

Blaine let out a breath of relief and hope, letting out a strangled sob, glancing down at Jacinta.

"Did you hear that baby? Daddy's gonna get better." He whimpered, scooping the little girl into his arms.

She was crying too, clinging to Blaine's shoulder tightly.

The doctor smiled, satisfied that Kurt was doing well, and let the room, leaving Blaine and Jacinta to wait.

Their tears finally stopped, and Blaine reached over to take Kurt's hand gently. Kurt reflexively curled his fingers around Blaine's, and Blaine gave a startled smile.

"Look baby." he whispered, nudging Jacinta. "Daddy's holding my hand."

Her eyes widened, and she smiled – the first time she'd done so properly since the accident.

"We can go home soon, right?" she murmured, curling into his chest.

"If you want to." Blaine replied gently, stroking her hair with his free hand as he cast a longing glance at Kurt, unwilling to leave him so soon after this break through.

"No." she frowned sleepily. "Not just you and me. You, me and Daddy."

"Oh..." Blaine murmured, kissing her forehead as her eyes closed sleepily. "I hope so..."

Jacinta seemed satisfied with that, dropping easily into sleep. Blaine sat awake for hours after that, content to hold Kurt's hand, and cuddle his sleeping child, finally able to hope.

Finally able to breathe.

A/N: I lied about the Death.