Blaine sprinted to the hospital after his shift at the music store, noting that it was a few minutes past when Kurt's surgery was scheduled to start. What if he had missed it? He tried not to think about it as he ran to the front doors. Instead his mind wandered to the past few months.

They had been difficult- first there was the chemo, and then the news that it hadn't worked, followed by the doctor's recommendation of surgery as a last ditch effort. On the bright side, however, the two of them had become closer, which, despite the circumstances, couldn't help but make Blaine happy. The two had a very vague line drawn between friendship and a relationship, but Blaine knew that Kurt was waiting until after the surgery to do anything about it. As he had said, he "didn't want to put Blaine through any more hurt if there was nothing that could be done but wait for the end." Blaine had shut him up rather quickly when he said that, protesting that there would definitely not be an end here.

"Is there a Kurt Hummel here?" he asked breathlessly as he reached the information table.

The nurse looked at him with concern, probably noticing the way he was panting, before checking the computer system. "Are you family?"

Blaine blanched at that. He had forgotten that he wouldn't be allowed to see him. As he stammered for a moment, he heard footsteps behind him and a man clear his throat.

"Which room is Kurt Hummel in?" the man asked, causing Blaine to jump and look back at him.

"And you are?" the nurse asked, looking between the two of them.

"I'm his brother, well step-brother, Finn Hudson," the man replied.

"You're Finn?!" Blaine exclaimed at the same moment that the nurse responded with, "Second room on the left."

"Who are you?" Finn asked, starting to move quickly down the hall as Blaine struggled to keep up with him.

"I'm Blaine."

"You're Blaine?!" Finn replied with a laugh, "Kurt talks about you all the time."

Blaine was about to respond when they turned into the room and he caught sight of Kurt lying in a hospital bed. His Kurt, looking sick and sad and everything he just wasn't.

"Kurt," he uttered almost inaudibly.

Kurt sat up as quickly as he could, "You came."

"Of course I did. I always keep my promises."

The two stared at each other for a moment before being interrupted by a cough behind them.

"Hey, bro," Finn said awkwardly with a wave, "Where's Burt and Mom?"

"Yes, hello!" Kurt squeaked, "They went to talk to the doctors. It should be any minute now."

"You'll be okay," Finn said more to himself than to Kurt as he and Blaine sat down by the bed. Blaine took Kurt's hand, rubbing his thumb reassuringly across Kurt's knuckles.

A few minutes later, a doctor walked in, followed by Kurt's parents.

"It's time, Kurt," the doctor said calmly as an anesthesiologist entered the room, starting to inject the drugs after a few words explaining what he was doing.

"Right now?" Kurt asked with a panic in his voice.

"I'm sorry, but yes. We have to get going."

Kurt looked wildly at Blaine, terror in his eyes. "It'll be fine. I'll see you soon." Blaine said, bringing Kurt's hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to it.

Kurt just nodded in response, shakily mouthing I love you to his family as the doctors wheeled him out of the room.

As the squeak of the wheels became quieter down the hallway, Blaine sat there in shock. He hadn't thought of anything to say in the moment, but now he could think of a million things that he should have said.

After another couple of minutes of near silence, Finn finally spoke. "So, you're Blaine?"

Blaine somehow managed to lose track of time, introducing himself to Burt, Carole, and Finn and getting to know the family. They told him stories of Kurt, including a particularly great one about the Single Ladies dance.

They were all laughing somewhat sadly at Finn's story about Kurt rescuing the turkey dinner one Christmas when they heard a knock on the door.

"Mr. and Mrs. Hummel?" the doctor asked, a completely unreadable look on her face.

Burt and Carole stood up, Finn and Blaine following suit almost immediately.

"So, as you can imagine with a surgery of this magnitude, there were some unforeseen complications. We had to remove a section of the muscle around the tumor and there will be quite a bit of scar tissue. It's not going to be an easy road back, but he's going to be okay," the doctor said, looking expectantly between the four of them.

There was complete silence for a moment. "He's going to be okay?" Burt finally asked.

The doctor nodded quickly, glancing at her charts.

Blaine gaped before sighing, "You should start with that information, okay? That should be the first thing you say."

"Blaine, dude," Finn called as he walked into the waiting room where Blaine was seated, knees bouncing anxiously, "Kurt wants to see you."

"You sure? The doctors said family first."

"We all saw him, and besides, it's pretty annoying when he keeps asking for you."

Blaine entered the room cautiously, rapping at the door with his knuckles.

"Anybody home?" he jested, biting his lip when he saw Kurt propped up in the hospital bed, connected to IVs.

"Blaine! I see you," came the response, a tired giggle escaping Kurt's mouth.

"It is indeed me. How are you feeling?" he asked, sinking into the chair beside the bed, lacing his fingers through Kurt's.

"Fantastic. I love morphine!" laughed Kurt, turning his head to look at Blaine with a smile, "You know what?"

"No, I do not know," Blaine responded, humoring him.

"I'm going to make you pancakes one day. And you're going to like it!"

"I bet I will."