And when Blaine was running through that hospital, it was in slow motion. In reality, it seemed as if he were running in a Olympic competition, though to him, everything was a blur. No doctors, or nurses, or patients; it was like he had tunnel vision, and at the end of that tunnel was a waiting room full of people.

Panting heavily, Blaine looked at the people around him and saw no dry eyes in the whole place. Kurt's parents were closest to the door, their arms around each other as they silently prayed for their son. Finn and Rachel were beside them; Finn held a very tearful Rachel tightly, as he himself cried softly. David and Wes sat quietly in the corner, looking miserable. Artie was sitting across from them with Brittany on his lap, and continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, hoping to stop the endless tears that fell down her cheeks. Santana was leaning against the wall between Artie and Kurt's hospital room. Her normally rosy red cheeks were tear stained as she stared blankly at the wall across from her.

No one said a word as Blaine entered the room; partly because no one knew exactly what to say. They either stared up in sorrow or kept their eyes on the ground. It was when he looked to Santana he noticed the large glass window peering into Kurt's room that Blaine was faced with his fear. Kurt was lying nearly lifeless on the gurney as doctors and nurses worked over him, moving at incredible speeds.

As the air escaped from his lungs, Blaine pressed his hand against the wall, watching in horror as the lead doctor continued to jolt his boyfriend's body back to life.

"Kurt," he said finally. "No! No, no, no! Kurt. Kurt!" He was banging on the glass now, causing distraction to the team inside. Walking over swiftly, one of the nurses quickly shut the curtains, containing their work inside. This cause Blaine to go over the edge.

"NO!" He went for the door now, banging and jiggling the handle, doing everything he could to get inside. Several nurses and orderlies came over, trying to calm him, but it didn't work. He pushed him away and continued to shout Kurt's name; hoping that somehow he'd hear and snap out of it.

Leaving his place by his wife, Burt walked between them and forced Blaine away from the door.

"Hey, hey! It's gonna be alright. Kurt's gonna be just fine." He said over and over again, but it was to no luck. Blaine was hysterical. Seeing as talking wasn't an option, Burt pulled Blaine into him, and held him tight. Blaine shook roughly, but Burt wouldn't back down. Finally, the smaller man collapsed into his almost-father-in-law's arms, and cried heavily. Burt rubbed Blaine's back softly as Blaine pulled at his shirt as practically screamed bloody murder.

Seeing their friend's reaction, Artie and Finn pulled their fianc�e's closer, and from across the room, Santana's and David's eyes locked for a moment, before going back to their broken friend.

Everything was falling apart.