If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end

Kurt practically threw himself at the couch right after he came home that day. He loved college and NYADA and Rachel and Santana and Adam and just everything about New York, but today had been an incredibly exhausting day. He had had a ton of classes and after that he needed to get some stuff for Rachel- she was out with Brody again. The young man pressed his face into the pillow and let out a groan of exasperation. This whole Brody-thing really ticked hit off and he absolutely didn't trust the guy. Rachel was visibly happier though and who was he to deny her that?

Sighing, he got up and turned the TV on. Might as well update myself on what's going on around here... He switched to the news channel and leaned into the pillows. Half asleep, he let his thoughts drift, though he snapped out of them as something caught his attention. "...near Westerville, Ohio. The number of victims is unknown so far, as is the cause of the accident. We will report back as soon as more information is released. Now back to the local news..." But Kurt didn't even listen anymore. His mind was focused on the picture he had just seen on the news.

It portrayed around ten cars, all in varying states of damage. Kurt especially remembered the black car in the middle though. That... Was that Blaine's car? It had been completely smashed and looked like a soda can someone had stepped on. A cold shiver ran up Kurt's spine. I have to make sure. He all but ran to the computer and turned on Google Search. He started typing - car accident Westerville, Ohio – and pressed the search button.

A lot of old results popped up, but thankfully Google always pinned the news at the very top. With shaking hands, he clicked on a result that seemed to be the one he was looking for, and scrolled down to the picture. Zooming in, he realized that it was, indeed, Blaine's car that he had seen on the picture; he could even make out the dog plush he had given Blaine on Ditch Day last year behind the smashed windshield. Kurt let out a little gasp and started trembling, crumbling to the ground. Loud, heart breaking sobs escaped his lips as he desperately tried to pull himself together. Maybe... Maybe it wasn't Blaine! Maybe it was just someone else with a black car and a stuffed animal behind their windshield. But what if it was him?

No. He remembered that little bowtie he gave to Blaine for last Christmas, which Blaine had hung into his car for protection.
"So that part of my angel is always near me." he'd whispered and had pulled Kurt close.
The pain in Kurt's chest was burning like fire now, like dozens of bullets shooting through his stomach. What if Blaine was dead? What if the crash smashed him flat like a pancake and his dead body was currently lying on a table waiting for its funeral? What if...? Suddenly, anything bad that had ever happened with Blaine disappeared and left back this young innocent boy with his big brown puppy eyes, staring into his on the staircase way back at Dalton. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Just the thought of Blaine being dead made him want to throw up right there on the spot. There was a high chance that he died in the state that he didn't get Kurt's love back. They wanted to get married, they wanted to sing Come What May at their wedding, to get children and grow old together.
And now... all this should be gone? I have to pull myself back together and call Blaine. Shoulders still trembling, he got up to get his phone and went to his ex-boyfriends number in his contacts. Kurt half-expected it to go directly to voicemail, but someone actually picked up the phone and his breath hitched.

"-Kurt?", came a tiny, exhausted voice from the other end of the line. "Is... Is that you?"

Kurt's breath caught in his throat and he could only force out a string of incoherent noises before he exhaled loudly and let out a breathy laugh.

"Blaine! I was- I was so worried when I saw that newsflash on TV and I thought you were dead or like, heavily injured and-"

"Kurt." But Kurt didn't listen, just continued rambling.

"-I thought I'd never see you again and I am so happy that you picked up the phone and that it wasn't your car and-"

"Kurt!", Blaine cut him off with more force now, "Kurt, the car in the accident... that was my car. But-"

The other boy didn't listen again. "Oh my god, Blaine, are you okay, are you hurt?", Kurt was worried again now; maybe if he had been in less of an emotionally unstable state, he would've noticed that Blaine's voice had already cracked several times now. But, alas, he didn't.

"Yes- yes I'm okay. But my parents... they used my car today because theirs needed to be fixed and they went out for dinner and... they got into that accident." Kurt couldn't speak, just waited for Blaine to continue; now noticing the slight tremble in the other boy's voice. "...And- fuck. Th-They are both in coma now, and I just- I never had a particularly good relationship to them but I just- I-", Blaine fell apart. Kurt could hear him sob, could hear how he tried muffling them with something, supposedly a pillow. His heart crumbled at the sound, and he just wanted to hold Blaine so desperately right now.

"Blaine- Blaine, listen to me. Calm down. Shh, you need to think clearly, okay?" Kurt's mind was racing; he needed to come up with something to comfort Blaine. "You should- you should probably get back to... doing whatever you did before you called me." Freaking out about your well-being? Kurt thought, though not saying it out loud. "Blaine, I'm not leaving you alone with this. Calm down, I'm just gonna- I-"

"What is it?" Blaine's voice was cracking.

"I have to go, sorry." He pressed the red button on his phone with shaking hands, not waiting for Blaine's response. As he was hanging up, he was already throwing some of his stuff into a suitcase, not caring about wrinkles for the very first time since he could remember. I need to get the next flight over to Ohio. He was not going to leave Blaine to deal with this on his own, no matter how much it would hurt to see him again.