Kurt is currently scurrying around his and Blaine's small New York apartment. They'd only been living there for a few months but it felt more like home to Kurt than any other place he'd ever lived. Perhaps that was because it was his home with Blaine or maybe the fact that the apartment was in New York, he wasn't entirely sure.

As soon as he'd woken up this morning he'd been on edge. Blaine had looked at him oddly when he'd forgotten a step in his morning face washing routine but at breakfast when he's nearly burnt their eggs benedict that's when Blaine had started to get worried. He asked Kurt repeatedly what the matter was but he'd just brushed it off, saying that nothing was going on. Of course there was something going on, but he couldn't tell Blaine.

Today was their 4 year anniversary since they started dated. Kurt had been planning a special dinner for the two of them for the past week. So far everything was going as planned. The chicken cordon bleu was coming along nicely, as where the carrots and asparagus. And the ring, where had he put the ring. He rushed off to his room to check that it was still nestled safely in his sock drawer. Underneath his many socks was a dark blue velvet box. Inside was a silver band engraved with tiny puzzle pieces. The moment Kurt had seen it in the jewelry store he'd known he had to buy it, knew that it was the perfect engagement ring.

He made his was back out to the kitchen to check on the food, checking the time as he passed the clock on the wall. It read 5:13pm, which meant Blaine had probably left work and was on his way to the Subway. He usually got home around 5:45 from his job he had at a music store over on 1st avenue. Blaine was in his second year at NYADA and thriving in all of his classes. At the end of each day he always came home with a huge grin on his face.

As Kurt was setting the table for dinner his phone rang. Probably Rachel checking in on him and making sure he was still going through with his plans tonight. The caller ID was unknown so Kurt declined the call. He guessed it was a telemarketer doing a survey and he did not have the time for that right now. After placing all the utensils on the table he went to grab some wine glasses from the cupboard beside the fridge when his phone rang again. Once again it was an unknown number and Kurt once again did not answer. Did they not understand that he did not want to talk to them right now?

Kurt went back to getting ready for dinner. He was washing some of the dishes he'd used for dinner prep when he heard his phone ring a third time. That was it. He was going to answer the phone just so he could give them a piece of his mind.

“Please stop calling me. This is the third time you've called and it's getting annoying. I don't want to hear about whatever you're trying to sell or some stupid survey.” He was just about to press the end call button when the person on the other line spoke. It was not some automated voice, but a modulated one coming from what he assumed to be a middle aged woman.

“Is this Kurt Hummel?” The lady sounded somewhat conserned although Kurt had no idea why.

“Yes. Who's this?” Kurt's curiosity was starting to peak now.

“I'm calling from the NYU Langone Medical Center. I'm phoning about Blaine Anderson.” Kurt tried to remain calm at those words. Sure the hospital was phoning him about Blaine, but it might not be as severe as the situations he was conjuring up in his head were. Blaine could've just fallen down and hurt his ankle, not have been attacked by homophonic jerks as he made his way to the subway. Relax Kurt told himself, nothing bad could happen today. Today was their anniversary and hopefully the day Blaine became his fiancé.

“Is he alright?” Kurt knew that hospital staff weren't allowed to give away too much information about the patient over the phone. He still had to ask though.

“Will you be able to come to the hospital?” Kurt could image the lady sitting at a desk as she was speaking. Most likely getting paperwork ready for him to fill out when he came in.

“I'll be there as soon as I can. Just… can you please just tell me if-if he's okay. I just need to know that.” His voice had begun to shake now. He was sure that if Blaine wasn't hurt severely she would have said so, would have told him that everything was fine.

“When you get here please come to the third floor. Someone at the front will help you.” No no no no. The third floor was the ICU. Blaine was in the ICU. That meant it was bad.

***

The fluorescent lights in hospitals always made Kurt cringe, he felt as if he needed to wear sunglasses as they always almost blinded him. After his dad's heart attack almost six years ago, he'd started avoiding hospitals like the plague. They never brought him any good thoughts, just heartbreaking ones.

He was currently sitting in the waiting room. When he'd come in they'd had him fill in Blaine's medical information then told him to take a seat. They hadn't told him how Blaine was doing or where he was, just that the doctor would be out shortly to talk to him. His definition of shortly must be different than theirs though, because he did not think forty-five minutes was short. Especially in his current situation.

Just as he was about to get up and start passing for the seventh time since he'd gotten there, he heard someone walk into the room.

“Kurt Hummel?” A man was standing in front of the doors. He had scrubs on and a mask hanging around his neck. His eyes looked tired and he did not look like the bearer of good news.

“That's me.” Kurt stood up so the man knew who was talking. There were a few other people sitting in chairs lined up along the wall like Kurt had been. A few of them looked up, most likely hopping to distract themselves from their thoughts.

“If you would follow me, I will take you to the room Blaine is in.” He started to turn around and push the doors open so he could walk through. Kurt quickly hurried after him. Once he caught up, the doctor started explaining Blaine's condition.

“He's not in great shape. His left leg is broken as is his left arm. One of his lungs was punctures by a broken rib and his stomach got some severe bruising. I'm most worried about his head though. When he fell he hit it pretty hard. Since he hasn't woken up yet we weren't able to assess the damage that was done.” The doctor stopped outside a door marked 324. This must be it thought Kurt. Once I walk through that door my whole world could come crashing down.

“Whenever you're ready you can go in. I have other patients I have to attend to, but I'll be back to check in on him in a few hours.” With that he continued walking down the hall and disappeared behind another door.

Kurt was left all alone in the hallway. He slowly reached his hand out and turned the nob. The door swung open and he walked in.