Blaine sighed as he viewed the living room. Piles and piles of boxes with no labels. Furniture stacked wherever it would fit. A mountain of stuff.

Walking around the empty apartment, Blaine pulled out a pad of paper, sketching a floor plan. Pulling out his laser distance meter, he joted down the room dimensions as he went.

There was a master bedroom with a walk in closet. The attached en-suite had a large whirlpool bath, a roomy glass-walled shower and plenty of light. The living room and kitchen were a good size. There was a smaller bedroom, a regular bathroom with a shower, and an office. French doors opened onto a wide balcony.

Everything was elegant, lovely and expensive. Blaine was used to working with clients like this. But this was the first time his client had been in a coma and unable to consult with Blaine. His instructions were to use his best judgment and set up the apartment.

Back in the living room, Blaine worked on peeking in the boxes, moving them into piles based on which room they belonged to. After a couple hours, he had them sorted into rough piles and knew where he wanted the furniture to go.

It was a good days work.

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"So, the guy you work for is a vegetable?" Sam lifted the other end of the large mattress, and they carefully maneuvered it to the master bedroom.

Blaine was breathing hard as they lifted the mattress in place onto the base. "Well, I think the preferred term is comatose. He was in an accident a year ago and hasnt shown any signs of coming out of it at all, apparently."

Walking back to the living room, they carried the nightstand back to the bedroom. "You said hes not very old. Thats such a shame."

Nodding, Blaine pushed the stand against the wall. "Hes only a year older than us."

"Well, at least he has money." Sam said as they moved a table into the kitchen.

Blaine nodded. An apartment this size, even in Brooklyn, was pricey. The furniture was lovely, in perfect style for the elegant setting.

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"Thanks for helping me move everything around today." Blaine took a couple cold beers out of the fridge and passed one to Sam. "Lets drink these outside."

Sam whistled as they went through the French doors to the wide balcony. It had views of the neighborhood, lots of trees and upscale brownstones. The tall buildings of Manhattan were off in the distance.

"Youre lucky to be working here for a few weeks. Its such a nice atmosphere." Sam sat down at the patio table, stretching his long legs out towards the sun. He cracked open his beer, taking a long sip.

Blaine drank his beer, enjoying the peaceful scene. "Yeah, its so much quieter out here than my place."

"At least you have a place!" Sam smiled over at his friend. Sam had been living with a guy, but recently his girlfriend had moved in, and Sam ended up leaving.

Shrugging, Blaine relaxed back into his chair. "You are welcome to stay on my sofa until you find a place. Ill be working over here a lot anyways."

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On the third day, his new client was moved home from the hospital. Blaine was working in the kitchen, unpacking all the boxes and figuring the best way to organize the cupboards.

He held the door open as the hospital-style bed was delivered. It was set up in the smaller bedroom. An hour later, medical staff came in with the young man on a stretcher, settling him onto the bed and hooking him up to IVs and other tubes.

"Hi, Im Hannah." A middle-aged woman in scrubs held her hand out to Blaine.

He shook it. "Im Blaine. Um...it looks like you are handling things fine here. Im working in the kitchen if you need anything."

She smiled and nodded, turning back to her patient as Blaine left.

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An hour later, things had quieted down. Curious, Blaine quietly went to the small bedroom. The man was in the bed, and a different woman in scrubs was dozing on a chair nearby. A book and a computer tablet were lying on the table near her. No one else was around.

Creeping forward, Blaine edged towards the bed until he was standing beside it. Looking down, he examined the man.

Kurt Hummel. He had been a Broadway star all during his twenties, his fast ascent grabbing so much attention. He had been the hot, new thing for years, selling out performances and filling up the gossip columns and blogs with his nighttime adventures.

The theatre fans had been delighted when he was seen in recent years with a slightly older playboy. Everyone had been interested in their romance, amazed at their lavish house and seemingly perfect lifestyle.

But a series of tragedies struck the young star in quick succession. His father passing away at a relatively young age, the accident that left Kurt comatose, and now the breakdown of their relationship.

His rich boyfriend was said to be heartbroken over Kurts condition. He had sold their house, getting this apartment for Kurt to be comfortable in with the best care, and had left the country.

Blaine had seen Kurt perform a few times, years ago. It was sad to see him like this, still and quiet, when he had been such a vivacious presence on the stage. He had been able to move audiences from laughter to tears, pulling their emotional strings with his pure talent.

Now, Kurt Hummel laid on the hospital bed, his head slightly elevated. His hair was on the longer side, and he had a trimmed light beard. His skin was still pale and perfect. The news about the accident had been incomplete. Blaine looked for any signs of damage, but couldnt see any.

The nurse shifted in her chair, startling Blaine, and he crept back out of the room.

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The next few days flew by. Blaine was busy, working through all the boxes, but felt pleased at his progress.

He got to know the health care staff, seeing them in passing so much. It was a large apartment but they still crossed paths. Mostly they were in the smaller bedroom and the main bathroom.

It looked like there was a rotation of nurses, so there was always someone with Kurt. They were always hooking up his IV and taking care of his regular needs. There was also a physiotherapist that came quite often. A doctor came by once a week or so. Everyone seemed to think that Blaine was just a friend of Kurts, and he didnt bother to correct them. He would only be working there a few more weeks anyways.

The friendliest of them all was Hannah, who seemed to be the senior nurse. She sometimes would come out to the kitchen to heat up her lunch, and Blaine sat with her a few times.

"The apartment is really starting to look like a home now. I like looking around and seeing what things you have changed since my last shift." Hannah smiled, blowing on a hot spoonful of soup.

Blaine took a bite of his sandwich. "Thanks. Its not hard when you have beautiful things like Kurt does. He has a great sense of style."

Hannah nodded. "Well, if Kurt wakes up, hell feel more at home, seeing things he recognizes all around him."

Blaines eyebrows went up. "Is that much of a possibility? I would have thought he would have woken up by now if he was going to."

She shrugged, finishing off her soup. "Most dont, but it can happen. The more years that pass, the less likely, of course. But the human brain is still very mysterious."

"Ive heard you playing music and talking to him when you are in there." Blaine found it a little odd. The other nurses tend to be quiet, usually reading or playing on their computers when they werent doing specific care tasks.

Hannah nodded. "Of course. It wont hurt him and its supposed to help. Anything to encourage the brain to reengage with the world." She gave him an assessing glance. "Would you like to come in, sit and talk with him?"

Blaine looked down, feeling shy. "I wouldnt know what to say." He would probably sound like a stupid fanboy. I loved you in Hair and in Company.. Not really what Kurt needed to hear.

She got up, putting her dishes in the dishwasher. "Come in and then just read to him. Or talk about your day. Hes a very good listener." She shrugged and went back to her post.

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A couple days later, when Hannah was working, he came by the room, holding a magazine. He shrugged. "I thought Id take you up on your suggestion and read to him."

"Oh great. Ill leave you to it." Hannah smiled and took her tablet with her.

Blaine was surprised to be left alone with Kurt. Pulling up a chair, he looked him over, noticing that his beard seemed trimmed a little shorter. The nurses must do it every week or so.

He opened the magazine, turning to the first article. In sorting Kurts things, he had come across the perfectly stored collection, going back years. Hed found the one from the month of the accident, and the spine was smooth. Kurt had never had a chance to read it.

Blaine had never read a Vogue magazine before, and he was surprised at the quality of the articles. Many things were visual and he described them to Kurt if they were important.

By the time he was finishing the magazine, another nurse had arrived and Hannah introduced them. He left, giving them back the room.

He felt good as he put the magazine back in its place. Maybe it would help Kurt, probably it wouldnt. But reading the Vogue out to him made Blaine see a little more into his world, his interests. And he was surprised that he had enjoyed reading the magazine too. His work did have a design element, and trends in clothing and home decor often mirrored each other.

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A/N: Ill add tags for characters as I go. Im still working on the story.

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