The first thing Blaine noticed after waking up was his throbbing head. He reached up tentatively, feeling around on his scalp until finding the huge bump on the back of his head. Flinching, he bit back a groan and opened his eyes slowly.

It was dark. Blaine didn't exactly know what happened, just that he'd blacked out, so he really wanted some answers right now. "Hello?", he called, flinching at how timid his voice sounded. A stifled gasp sounded somewhere next to him.

"Blaine!" He recognized the voice immediately and reached out with his arms. Kurt's hands grasped his, and he pulled him into a crushing hug. "Blaine, I was so worried that you- I mean, you just fell to the ground but you've got a concussion and-"

Kurt choked on his own breath as he tried to get the words out. Blaine groaned softly, his head hurting even more now. Something in his gut twisted, seeing Kurt like that. Blaine patted his back awkwardly, his heart almost bursting through his chest with how hard it was hammering.

"I'm- I'm okay. Why... what happened?"

Kurt finally pulled back, turned the light by Blaine's bed on and then slowly turned to Blaine, looking at him through red-rimmed eyes.

"Blaine... your mother, she- she stopped breathing... for a while. She's okay now though, they got her back on track." He added hastily after seeing Blaine's horrified face.

Blaine's vision started to blur, and the room was circling around him. His breath came in short, shallow gasps and he made to get out of bed, but Kurt forced him back down.

"No, Blaine. You've got a pretty severe concussion; you're not supposed to be moving. You've been out of it for a day and a half... I was so worried about you. I- I thought you wouldn't wake up again..." Kurt's voice broke.

Blaine began feeling guilty, trying to calm himself down. Kurt had been worried... about him. He knew this wasn't the appropriate moment to be happy, but he couldn't help it. But then reality hit him again.

"But- mom she- I need to-" He dissolved into body wracking sobs again. He barely registered when Kurt scooped him up in his arms and enveloped him in a hug.

Probably without realizing, he kissed Blaine on his forehead, murmuring soothing words and gently stroking his back. Blaine immediately stiffened but didn't allow himself to pull back, feeling safer in Kurt's arms than he had ever since they'd broken up. Clutching his back like a lifeline, Blaine held on until his crying subsided, though he still didn't let go after.

"Go back to sleep, Blaine. We'll talk later." Kurt whispered. Shortly after, Blaine had already drifted off into a fitful, nightmare-plagued sleep.

While Blaine slept, Kurt let his thoughts drift off, needing to figure out what to do next. He knew what he'd done wasn't the most intelligent idea he'd had in the past few days, kissing Blaine and all, but he'd just looked so utterly heartbroken.

The worst thing about it was that it hadn't felt weird or bad at all. It'd felt... familiar, comfortable, like they'd never been apart. Crap.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to figure out anything right now, he closed his eyes as well and drifted off to sleep. There'd be more time to think later.