"If Dad came home," Kurt thought, "why would he be cooking pancakes…at seven o'clock?"

In hopes that the kitchen wouldn't be burned down, Kurt bounced to his feet and walked downstairs. The more distinct the flavor of the pancakes were, the more Kurt began to think that Carole had been alive and well cooking, as he knew that his father couldn't even pull off toast, let alone banana pancakes.

When Kurt turned the corner leading into his kitchen, he was shocked to find Blaine hovering over his oven, preparing breakfast for the both of them.

"Where's Dad and Finn, Blaine?" Kurt chocked out.

Blaine jumped as he flung himself around to face his boyfriend. The look of worry in his eyes began to send chills down Kurt's spine. "I was planning on getting you up after I got these pancakes cooked."

"Yeah," Kurt said, nodding his head. "That still doesn't answer my question."

"Sit down," Blaine said, pulling one of the dining room's chairs out for him.

Kurt gently sat down, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as his boyfriend pushed him back in. "Where are they Blaine?" Kurt asked worriedly.

"Can you wait?" Blaine asked, running over to the oven. As he glanced over the pan he sighed in relief, "I almost burned them."

Kurt put his head down, letting the coolness of the wooden table creep up on his face and shutting his eyes. Before he knew it, Blaine had set down a plate with, sure enough, banana pancakes with a whipped cream smiley face along with a glass of milk and a fork.

"Where is your breakfast?" he said, glancing over in Blaine's direction.

"I got up around five o'clock this morning because your doorbell rang," he said as Kurt began to dig in to his breakfast.

"Who was at the door?" Kurt asked with his mouth full.

"The Lima District Police Department," he whispered.

"What did they want?"

"Kurt, your father is in the hospital," Blaine said, grabbing for Kurt's hand.

"What?" Kurt gasped, chocking on his food as he shot up. "Is he okay? What happened?"

"He's fine, baby," Blaine replied softly. "Please just sit back down."

"No!" Kurt screamed as he ran upstairs into his room.

Blaine followed, tripping on the stairs a few times on the way. Once he found Kurt changing in his bedroom, he sat contently on his bed.

"Well, where's Finn, then?" Kurt asked, pulling a grey v-neck on.

"That's the question everyone's asking," Blaine said.

Kurt turned to look Blaine straight in the face with the look of shock, "What the hell happened last night?"

"I think you should probably ask your father the details when we get to the hospital, the police didn't really tell me how he got in there."

"Well, I guess we're going to find out," Kurt said, grabbing his jacket before he walked out of the door.