I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room
Can anybody help me with these exit wounds?
I don't know how much more love this heart can lose
And I'm dying, dying from the exit wounds

Rachel was restless. Kurt had promised to call her last night, but he hadn't. In fact, he had neither called or texted, and she was really worried that something had happened, be it to Blaine, Kurt or Blaine's family. She had tried calling, of course, but it went straight to voicemail every time. Blaine wasn't responding either, and slowly she was starting to become very anxious.

Santana was seemingly making fun of her, but Rachel could see that she, too, was very worried.

Adam had called earlier, had asked where Kurt was because they were supposed to meet for coffee before class. Rachel had had to lie; she had told him that Kurt was sick and still asleep. Judging by how he sounded, he must've bought it – for now at least. Rachel knew that if Kurt really was going to stay with Blaine longer, she would have to come up with something else, something that excused his long absence. After all, nobody was sick for two weeks without saying anything to anyone, much less Kurt. Last year, he had caught the flu, but didn't want to stay at home. That day he almost passed out when they had come back to their apartment, so Rachel had to insist on him staying home.

Now was not the time to worry about Adam though – she just wanted to know if Kurt was okay. Of course, there was always the possibility that he had just forgotten to call her, and Rachel sincerely hoped that was the case. She hated the thought of Kurt suffering, be it physically or emotionally.

Sighing, she took her phone into her hands again and dialed Kurt's number. She expected it to go to voicemail again, but this time, the phone was actually ringing. Rachel didn't allow herself to get too excited about it yet though – just because his phone was on didn't mean that Kurt was alright.

"Hello?" a tired voice came from the speaker.

Rachel recognized that voice, but she couldn't quite place it. "Uh... who's there?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you must be Rachel. I'm Cooper, Blaine's brother. I gave you guys an acting class last year, remember?"

The girl nodded eagerly, even though Cooper couldn't see it through the phone. Of course she remembered! But... why had he picked up Kurt's phone, and not Kurt himself? A shiver ran up her spine.

"Yeah, yeah, of course I remember. May I ask a question though? Why did you pick up Kurt's phone, and not he himself?"

She heard Cooper let out a huff. "Well, Blaine's had a nightmare last night, and he was calling for Kurt, so Kurt ended up staying up pretty much all night to sing him to sleep. I can't believe the chemistry these two have." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, he's still asleep I think."

Rachel was relieved, but just as she opened her mouth to reply, she heard someone mutter on the phone, and then footsteps. "What was that?"

"Seems like Kurt is awake after all. He went to the bathroom, wanna stay on the phone until he gets back?"

The girl nodded again. "Yeah, I'll stay. And about the chemistry... I find it terrible they broke up. Kurt had always told me that he had found a soulmate in Blaine."

Cooper shrugged. "Let's hope they'll be okay eventually. Blaine needs Kurt right now."

He shouldn't still feel that way about Blaine. He should be angry, or distant, or anything un-positive, really. Instead, he felt almost the same way he had always felt when Blaine had told him that he loved him. The feeling was almost overwhelming, and something he couldn't remember ever feeling about Adam.

I'm a fucking terrible person.

The next thing he noticed was that Blaine had disappeared after the talk. Where to, he didn't know.

When his phone had begun ringing, he braced himself to pick up, but Cooper beat him to it, which Kurt was kind of grateful for. Rachel was calling. Oh. Right. I didn't call her.

He really didn't want Cooper telling Rachel about last night, but he supposed he couldn't change it. His roommate would most likely tell Santana about them sleeping in the same bed, and Kurt could only imagine her reaction to that. "Wanky." She'd probably say, or "Finally getting or mack on again, are we?" If she hadn't already heard it, because there was a high possibility the phone was turned on-speaker.

Eventually, he was sick of just listening and got up, grumbling. He could feel Cooper's eyes on his back as he made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, the room had one inside, as he could vividly imagine the bedhead he must have developed over night.

One quick look in the mirror was enough – he groaned. He really wasn't up to this right now. Still, he'd have to go back to the room, as all of his stuff was still in his suitcase.

"Kurt, it's Rachel, she uhh... wants to talk to you."

Kurt debated just waving him off, but then decided against it, sighing in defeat and reaching out for his cell. "Yeah?" Ugh, that had sounded way nastier than he had intended it to.

He was really grateful when Rachel chose to ignore it. "Kurt! Why didn't you call me last night? I thought something happened to you, or to Blaine! You promised, Kurt."

The boy scoffed irritably and the corners of his mouth turned downwards in a frown. "Rachel, if you didn't notice yet, my b-"he cleared his throat and started again, "My ex-boyfriend's parents are in coma and I'm really sorry that I forgot to call you yesterday, but I obviously had better things to do."

At that, he heard someone on the other line let out a chuckle, and it was just now that he realized how dirty that had sounded.

Guessing who had emitted the chuckle, he replied, annoyed, "Santana, I didn't mean that the way you think at all. I don't have such a dirty mind."

He heard another laugh, nearer this time. "Oh come on. I'm pretty sure the whole Glee Club noticed what you two were doing at Mr. Schue's wedding. Don't tell me there wasn't anything dirty involved later that day."

Kurt blushed at the thought, and he was really thankful for the fact that the phone wasn't on speaker because oh my god, Cooper did not need to know that.

No answer was enough of an answer for Santana obviously, because she huffed. But when she spoke up again, her voice was much softer. "Hey... Is the other hobbit okay? And are you? I mean, not that I really care, but I know little Barbra Streisand here is really worried. I couldn't care less, uh, obviously."

The boy couldn't help but grin at her stumbling over her own words, but decided not to say anything on that matter. Instead, he concentrated on her questions.

"Uh... well yeah, I'm okay, just a little tired, and Blaine... well; I hope he is going to be okay. He really isn't right now though... for obvious reasons."

He could hear two little hums from two different people. Obviously, the phone was turned on-speaker.

Eventually, Rachel spoke up again. "Well, honey, please make sure he really will be, alright?"

Kurt hummed in acknowledgement. "I'll do my best... But enough about me. What's up over there in New York?"

Rachel replied: "Well uhh... Adam called this morning. He was wonder if you were...okay. Apparently, you two were supposed to meet for coffee."

Kurt face palmed. "Oh yeah... I forgot about that." He paused, "What'd you tell him?"

"I told him you were sick. But Kurt, you gotta talk to him. Soon. It's not fair to lead him on, neither to you, nor to him or Blaine. You have to make a decision."

Kurt didn't reply. If only it was that easy to decide...

Blaine had left the room after finishing talking to his brother. He needed to clear his head, and he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to do that with Kurt in the same room as him.

His flight had taken him to the hospital cafeteria. He had dug around his pockets, eventually finding two dollars. He spent them on a coffee.

Now, he was sitting at a table, the whole big room almost empty; it was only eight after all. Frightening thoughts were invading his head, thoughts about his parents dying or Kurt hating him – well, the latter was probably true, either way. He tried to ignore them, intently staring at the white walls – the only splash of color being the blue-colored window frames.

It was a kind of baby blue, but it was thicker in some places where it hadn't been painted on smoothly, and every time a sunray would hit it, it would kind of "sparkle". The color really reminded Blaine of cerulean – the color Kurt's eyes were, at least when he was not angry or being hit by sunlight directly or sad or basically, anything that that wasn't contentment. Blaine loved the color of the other boy's eyes – he often called it glasz.

Blaine decided to go visit his parents; he really needed to stop worrying about Kurt so much. Sighing, he got up and made his way to room 356, the coffee still in his hands.

When he entered the hospital room, he immediately felt himself stiffen – it wasn't a controlled action, it was just how he had learned to behave around his parents, and he hated himself for acting like that when they could possibly be dying.

He sat down on the chair next to his father's bed gingerly, and observed his face.

"Dad..." He began slowly, taking a deep breath, "If you um- I you can hear me, then just uh... listen please."

Blaine cleared his throat. "I know that our relationship hasn't always been the best and I really wanted that to change, believe me. It was just that... I don't understand why you can't just love me even though I'm gay! I'm you son, and you just tossed me away as soon as I came out to you. I had Kurt when it got worse, but now...? He's gone and you- you and mom you may be gone too and Cooper will be in Hollywood. What about me? What am I supposed to do? I just want someone to talk to. Pl- please..."

His resolve broke and his whole body shook with sobs.

After what felt like hours, there was suddenly a change in the room. The steady beeping of his mother's heart monitor got quicker and there was some kind of alarm. Blaine was starting to panic. "Mom! Mom please no... Mom..." His voice broke.

He spun around when the door was opened and a whole army of doctors and nurses streamed into the room.

"What's- what's happening to her? Please..."

One of the nurses put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Shh... She's gonna be okay, it's just... there have been a few complications."

Blaine could tell she was lying. She was not sure at all that his mother was going to be okay; in fact, she probably didn't believe it herself.

She ushered him out of the room, even though Blaine protested. The fact that he could hear a defibrillator in the background didn't help at all. His breathing began to speed up, and the voices in his parents' room became hard to understand as they blended together. The room was rotating around him.

The last thing he heard before blacking out was the nurse calling for a doctor.