Kurt was, for once, glad his father was driving. He sat in the backseat staring at the road ahead of them as if it might make the car move faster. He'd already called Mercedes - the obvious first choice to relay the news to the rest of the glee club - and now Kurt was trying to find Blaine in his contact list without looking away from the road. Finally he cursed in frustration and didn't earn so much as a glance from his father or Finn's mom in the passenger seat. She looked pale, and he felt like he was going to be sick. When he'd suggested that Finn go out, he hadn't thought his tipsy stepbrother would get behind the wheel.

The doctor had said he would be fine - probably. The "probably" had brought two full rounds of tears already and they'd only gotten the call ten minutes before. If essentially telling him to keep his hands the hell off was the last conversation they ever had... Kurt was sniffling again as the phone finally started ringing.

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Blaine instinctively knew that something wasn't right. He always seemed to have a feeling about things when they concerned Kurt. Had Finn tried to... Blaine's heart leapt to his throat. "Please, Kurt, tell me what's wrong?"

Speaking quietly so as to keep the conversation as private as was possible with both his father and stepmom in the front seat, Kurt blurted, "Finn was in a car accident. W-we're on our way to... to the hospital." Just saying the word made Kurt want to start sobbing again. He tried to get ahold of himself before he spoke again. "They weren't sure how... bad it is... yet."

Despite the animosity that existed between himself and Finn, Blaine didn't wish anything terrible to happen to the jock. His heart ached for Kurt, and the deep concern in his boyfriend's voice only made him wish he could reach through the phone and embrace him that much harder. "I'll meet you there, okay?" he said, already fishing for his keys. "I love you, Kurt..."

**********

As promised, Blaine arrived at the hospital in record time and he stood outside the doors waiting for Kurt to show up.

The sight of Blaine was even more of a relief than Kurt could have imagined. He rushed forward and threw his arms around the shorter boy's neck at once. He withdrew only when he heard his father's footsteps behind him. "Thank you. Thank you for coming."

Burt nodded his agreement and put a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "It's nice to have you here," he agreed. Kurt would need the extra support. He didn't exactly have a warm, fuzzy relationship with hospitals, and Burt knew his energy would need to go to Carol as she dealt with her son's condition. "Let's head in."

Mutely, Kurt took Blaine's hand and followed the pair inside.