And if you got something that you need to say

You better say it right now cause you don't have another day

When the door hit the wall with a loud thud, Blaine almost jumped out of his skin. He was almost just as surprised when he saw who the visitor was. "Coop? W-what are you doing here?"

His older brother looked disgruntled. "What do you think? Mom and Dad are in coma, of course I'm here!" Blaine just shook his head and looked down on his hands in his lap. "But- I thought you had that important shoot this week...?" Cooper looked at him with disbelief on his face. "Look, Squirt, this is our family, our parents are more important than a shoot, don't you think?"

Blaine shrugged. "I guess so..." It was then that Cooper finally got a good look at his brother's face. Blaine had dark circles under his eyes, his hair was messy – he hadn't put on any gel – and he was pale. Cooper was by his side immediately. "Hey, little brother... when was the last time you got proper sleep?" Blaine's face scrunched up as he thought.

"Um... I think two days ago? I couldn't sleep at night and then there was the thing with Mom and Dad..." Cooper felt guilty for waking his brother now. "I'm sorry for waking you up then. You really need to get some sleep." Blaine tilted his head slightly. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't a relaxing sleep anyways."

Cooper shot him a sympathetic look. "Nightmare?" Blaine shook his head. "More of a... flashback."

"You wanna talk about it?" Blaine shook his head again. "I- I'd rather not, no." The older man nodded. "Alright. But you know you can talk to me if something's wrong, right? I- I mean besides the fact that Mom and Dad are... uh... you know." "Yeah, I know Coop. I just- Kurt called me earlier."

Cooper looked at his younger brother expectantly, waiting for him to continue. Blaine drew in a deep breath, as if he was steeling himself for saying the next words. "He... He wanted to know if I was okay because he thought that I was in that car- Mom and Dad used my car." He explained. "I told him about Mom and Dad and then he started rambling and just hung up. I know that I- that I hurt him, but why did he call, then?"

His older brother looked thoughtful. "Well... All I can say is, he obviously still cares about you in some way. After all, you two were a couple for over a year, and as far as I could see, he loved you a whole damn lot." Blaine frowned at that. Cooper just continued. "And I personally think that he was really concerned about you and he wanted you to be okay. But you cheated on him. That's not something you forget that quickly. I guess he still cares about you more than he wants to admit to himself. That might be why he hung up so quickly... But that's just my guess. You should talk to him."

Blaine worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "But- he obviously doesn't want to talk to me. I mean, if he did, he would've when he called, right?"

Cooper shrugged. "Just let him cool off little. Wait until tomorrow or so. I bet he will listen to you. He doesn't seem like the kind of person that holds a grudge without reason." Blaine smiled a little, and then flung himself at his brother, resulting in a surprised grunt from the older man. He clung to Cooper and buried his face in his chest, encircled by strong arms. "You're really wise sometimes, you know Coop?" he murmured. The man grinned and patted his brother's back. "I try."

Kurt was frantic. He hadn't slept all night, just tossed around in bed. Now it was 7am and he would leave for the airport soon. He contemplated to give Blaine a call, tell him he was coming, but then decided against it. His former boyfriend would probably make him stay in New York, and he certainly would not do that.

Sitting at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee, he mentally checked if he had everything. My moisturizer, my scarves, my clothes... My promise ring. Kurt always took that ring with him. It was a connection to his old life, to Blaine, and even though he was far from ready to forgive Blaine, it still calmed him down to have a part of the boy with him. He sincerely hoped that Blaine was okay.

He hated the boy for what he did to him, and he hated that guy that Blaine had cheated on him with. Why didn't he notice though? Kurt was well aware that the breakup wasn't entirely Blaine's fault. He had become rather distant after he had been in New York for a few weeks, busy with his internship at Vogue and with college. He hadn't listened to Blaine, and he hated himself for not noticing the change. Still, cheating is not right. He shouldn't have done it. Kurt shook his head to clear it from the depressing thoughts that haunted him. I need to stop worrying. I'll have enough time for that later. Still, he couldn't help but to be nervous at the thought of seeing Blaine again. He hoped he wouldn't break down, he really couldn't afford that. For some reason, he didn't want Blaine to see him cry, see him being weak in general.

What has happened to us? Kurt thought bitterly. Slowly, he stood up and dropped his cup into the sink. Rachel was already shuffling around the house, and Santana had returned at night, not bothering to tell anyone where she'd been. Kurt couldn't find himself to care, not right now. He jumped when a hand touched his shoulder. He whirled around. "Santana! Couldn't you have said something?" he almost shrieked. Santana just yawned. "Cool off, ladylips. I'm not here to murder you. Just wanted to... y'know, wish you luck?"

Kurt stared at her, shocked. The snarky ex-cheerleader glared at him. "Don't look at me like that! I might not always show it, but... you and the hobbit mean quite a bit to me. We're- we're a family, right?" Kurt had never seen her look so flustered, so instead of making a sarcastic remark, he just nodded slowly, and then grabbed Santana's hand. "Yeah. Yeah, we're a family."

Santana smiled and Kurt managed to crack a sincere smile too. From one second to another, the usual cocky expression found its way on the girl's face again. "Now get ready and help your puppy of a boyfriend. When was the last time you got your mack on?"

Kurt just shook his head and smirked. "Whatever you say, Satan."

Santana scoffed and muttered something under her breath. Then she turned around and left, probably to get a few more hours of sleep.

The boy's insides felt warm and he wasn't as nervous as he had been ten minutes ago. Yeah. We really are a family.

The airport was packed. Businessmen and –women everywhere, mostly headed in directions like LA or to Europe. Kurt's nervousness had crept back again, gripping his insides tightly. Rachel was chattering away as usual, not caring if anyone listened. The boy just sighed, shaking his head at his roommate's obliviousness. He tried to shut her blabbering out, but when she just wouldn't stop talking, Kurt snapped. "Oh my god, Rachel, would you just shut up for a minute?"

Rachel stared at him with big hurt eyes. Kurt immediately felt guilty. "Hey, Rachel, I'm sorry, okay? I just- I can't think clearly right now. Sorry."

The girl nodded, her expression soft and understanding. "It's-" She was interrupted by a voice that announce the boarding for Kurt's flight. "We should get going, otherwise we're gonna be late. The airport is huge after all." Kurt nodded curtly, following the short girl to their gate.

His thoughts drifted off to Ohio again. He ran into an older woman, mumbled an embarrassed "I'm really sorry ma'am" and hurried after Rachel. Damn it Blaine, what are you doing to me? Kurt shook his head. He needed to get his act together; he certainly would not break down when he arrived at the hospital.

When they arrived at the gate, there was already a line of people waiting to be let in. Rachel turned to her best friend and pulled him into a tight hug, sniffling a little.

"Gosh Rachel, I'm not going away for a year!" Kurt murmured, flustered. Rachel let out a small, breathy chuckle and whispered back: "Be okay, yeah? Make sure Blaine is as well. I'll miss you."

Kurt nodded. "You just make sure that Santana doesn't skin your- Brody alive." Rachel laughed, choosing to ignore that Kurt had hesitated to call Brody her boyfriend- or maybe she just hadn't noticed. Nodding, she replied: "I will, promise. Text me when you arrive? And give me a call tonight?"

"You bet. I doubt I'll be able to deal with this alone."

Rachel gave him one last, teary smile, pecked him on the cheek and the gestured to the gate. "Now get going or you'll miss your flight!"

Kurt smiled back, then turned around and went over to the gate. As he was ushered through the gate, he turned around and gave her a small wave, before she disappeared out of his side when he stepped into the plane.

When he was seated, he leaned back, stuffing a strip of chewing gum into his mouth and turning his iPod on. As the flight took off and all the houses and cars got smaller and smaller, he hoped the music would give him something to concentrate on, as he was almost positive he was gonna go crazy if he spent more time worrying his head about Blaine. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and chewed to ease the pressure that had started building up in his ears.

This would be a long two hours.