Everything happened so fast. Blaine saw lights flashing from all sides of him, and Kurt had clutched his arm so tight that it hurt. The last thing Blaine heard was Kurt's screams and then there was darkness. The next thing he knew, he was being dragged across pavement. But these are designer pants, he had thought. He tried to open his eyes, but it was as if someone was holding his eyes shut. He groaned, though no sound came out. Everything he tried to do to get himself away from this scene did nothing. Suddenly, Blaine felt that he was being lifted. The next moment, he felt a car underneath him start abruptly and speed off. Blaine tried to ask “What's going on?” but nothing came out. Blaine felt a sharp, searing pain in his chest and he screamed , which he heard clearly. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to distract himself away from the burning sensation in his chest. He felt one more pulse of pain, then nothing. He felt nothing. His mind drifted off into the blackness he saw.

12 years earlier...

“So, I'm thinking a light blue and...maybe ricotta,” Kurt said, staring at about 30 different shades of blue and white fabrics.

“Ricotta? That's a cheese, Kurt,” Blaine said mockingly.

Kurt clicked his tongue and replied, “Its also a shade of white. Really though, Blaine, do you like it?”

“Anything you pick out will look great, babe,” Blaine said sweetly.

“Oh, you just don't want to do anything, do you?” Kurt said impatiently.

“Hey! I helped with the food,”

“One dish. But thank you, anyways,”

“Well, its our favorite. We have to have it,” Blaine traced his fingers around Kurt's back, making Kurt giggle like a little girl.

“Blaine, I'm trying to work,” Kurt pleaded.

“Oh, but work's no fun,” Blaine teased. He continued to trace Kurt's back, up to his shoulder.

“Blaine, this is our wedding that I'm planning,” Kurt said halfheartedly.

“We still have a month or so,” Blaine taunted. He spun Kurt around to face him and kissed him, which Kurt didn't reject to at all.

“Ahem,” A voice said behind them.

Kurt's eyes flew open and he pushed Blaine away slightly. He turned redder than usual when he saw Carole and Burt standing in the archway of the venue.

“Oh, hey! We were, erm, just planning,” Kurt said in a high pitched voice.

“Yeah, we see that,” Said Rachel as she walked through the archway with Finn by her side.

Rachel was pushing a designer baby stroller with her twins inside of it. Kurt couldn't help but feel like he had just been walked in on while making out with Blaine, like when he was a teenager.

Kurt ran over to Rachel and hugged her, then he leaned down to tickle the babies. Leo and Sophie squealed happily.

“How've you been?” Kurt asked.

“Tired. All the time.” Finn said with weary eyes.

Burt rolled his eyes, “Yeah, Finn, that's what babies do to you. And I only had one. Just wait until the hair loss,” Burt joked. Finn started to run his fingers through his hair nervously.

Blaine had picked up a screaming Sophie and was rocking her back and forth.

“They really are beautiful,” Blaine said quietly to Rachel.

Rachel gazed at Blaine for a second then said, “I think you'd be a great father,”

Blaine looked at Kurt, who smiled and nodded in agreement.

Burt and Carole had sat down and were pretending to be interested in the color swatches that Kurt had laid out.

“Oh! Rachel, come look at our tuxes,” Kurt led Rachel into a smaller room with lower ceilings than the main room. He shifted through a closet and held up two tuxedos; one black, one white.

They were both almost completely one color. The white one had a white shirt, white vest, white jacket,

white pants, white shoes, but a light blue tie. The black one was the same, except in black and the tie was a darker blue.

“I'm guessing that you are the white one?” Rachel said.

“Yes, I am the blushing bride in white,” Kurt mocked.

The others had filed in quietly. “Oh, its great, Kurt,” Carole smiled. “You designed it all on your own?”

“Yes, everything in this wedding,” Kurt said.

“Hey! Like I said, I helped a bit. You know, catering,” Blaine interjected.

“Yeah, the restaurant that Blaine cooks at is serving the food,” Kurt stated.

Kurt's phone chimed, so he pulled it out of his pocket quickly.

“Its just a text from Mercedes, she sends love,” Kurt said.

Rachel blew a kiss towards Kurt's phone, to which he smiled.

“When is she going to get here?” Rachel asked.

“Only the week of the wedding,” Kurt began. “I wish she could be here sooner, but she has four upcoming performances,”

“Well, you've still got one bridesmaid here. Er, husbands-maid?” Rachel said unsurely.

Kurt laughed and shrugged. “Whatever sounds best,”

Kurt hung the tuxedos back on their rack and they walked back into the main hall.

Suddenly, the scream of an air horn rung through the air and all of the previous Warblers ran into the room, whooping and clapping loudly. Jeff and Nick jumped on Blaine, making him topple to the ground. They got up and shook Kurt by the shoulders a few times, knowing that he would kill them if his outfit touched the ground.

“Oh my god, guys! I didn't know that you were going to be here!” Blaine exclaimed after he got back on his feet.

“I may have arranged something,” Kurt said gingerly.

Blaine grinned brightly at all the faces around him.

“We're the wedding band!” Jeff hollered.

Blaine stared in amazement for a moment and asked Kurt, “H-how? How did you contact everyone?”

“Well, some of us stayed in Ohio,” Wes said.

“And others moved to England with their family,” David stated.

“And some went to California to pursue their dream of being a rockstar!” Jeff hinted.

“Yeah, yeah, we know, Jeff,” Trent rolled his eyes.

Blaine went around hugging the former Warblers. “Wow! I just can't believe this, we've missed you guys!” Blaine turned to Kurt and embraced him tightly.

He whispered, “This means a lot, you know. I love you,”

Kurt held back a toothy smile and replied, “I know,” and kissed him coyly.

12 years later...

“Daddy!” Blaine heard Will's pleading voice yell. “Daddy! Wake up! Wake up!”

A small tear fell on Blaine's bruised arm.

“Will? I'm here,” Blaine said, but Will went on crying. “Buddy, I'm here, you don't have to cry.”

Blaine still heard the quiet sniffs beside him.

“C-can you hear me?” Blaine asked. “Will?” No answer.

They can't hear me...why can't they hear me? Blaine asked himself.

I...I can't move. I can't move and I can't talk, what's wrong with me? Blaine fought himself mentally. He felt a small hand grip his finger.

I can still feel, I guess that's something,

“Daddy,” Will whispered. “I need you, I need you...”

A tear ran down Blaine's bandaged face.

Will inhaled sharply and ran to door.

“Lexie! Lexie! He cried! Daddy can hear me!” He shouted to the hall.

A tall woman, older now, with light brown hair and red, puffy eyes entered the room. Will dragged her with all his strength, to the hospital bed.

“What are you talking about?” Alex asked.

“Look, look!” Will pointed to a wet line on Blaine's face.

“Ducky, that doesn't mean-”

“Just, look!” Will said, frustrated. He walked over to Blaine and held his hand carefully.

“Daddy? Can you hear me? Do anything if you can hear me,” Will whispered.

I wish I could, buddy, Blaine thought. All of a sudden, an idea popped into his head.

Well, it works in movies, might as well try.

Blaine tried with all his might to return the grasp of his son's hand.

Nothing. Not a twitch.

He tried again, with no avail.

He shook his head mentally in frustration.

“Look! See! His eyelids moved!” Will said, a little louder than needed.

Did they? Blaine asked himself. Blaine tried to move his eyes again.

“Oh my god,” Alex said, clasping her hand to her mouth. “Nurse! He can hear us!”

Thanks, buddy, Blaine smiled mentally.

And outside of Blaine's mind, the corners of his mouth actually twitched slightly.

──

TBC