"You're just doing this to be the center of attention, aren't you?"

No response. Not that he really expected one at this point. Kurt gripped Blaine's hand in his own, holding it against his mouth as he looked at his fiancé's still form. Blaine's hair was sprawled out over the sterile, white pillow, free from its usual cage of gel. It contrasted sharply with his pale face, much more pale now than it ever was. Kurt was almost tempted to cover it in bronzer, just to bring some color back into his cheeks, but he knew that no matter how much product he applied, Blaine would still be lying there, still.

"Come on, you've had your fun, now wake up, damn it!" His voice came out a harsh whisper, desperation in every word. It had been a week. He knew that if Blaine didn't wake up soon...no, he couldn't go there, he wouldn't go there. Blaine was going to be just fine. Kurt kissed his fiancé's knuckles gently, lips lingering over the finger which would soon hold a ring.

The wedding was in three weeks. People had been telling him since the accident that he should start cancelling the catering order, the flowers, the band. But he couldn't. Blaine was going to wake up and he didn't care if he had to be wheeled down the aisle, he was marrying Blaine Anderson. Cancelling would be like giving up. And he was not about to do that. Not on Blaine, no on their future.

A hand rested gently on his shoulder. "Mr. Hummel? Visiting hours are-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Kurt mumbled, giving Blaine's hands another squeeze, holding it close.

"I'll let you say goodnight," the nurse informed him sweetly. Kurt was grateful that she hadn't said goodbye. I'll never say goodbye to you.

Kurt stood, bending over to press a soft kiss on Blaine's forehead, relishing in the tickle of his curls. "Alright, sweetie, I have to get going. You get your beauty sleep, I'll be back in the morning. Love you." He traced his fiancé's still features with his hand, his five o'clock shadow pronounced as it was almost eight. His thumb traced over Blaine's lips. They were obscured by the machines keeping Blaine alive, slightly dry and chapped. Kurt moved down, pressing his own to the corner of Blaine's mouth, the closest he could reach. "Night night, don't let the bedbugs bite."

He was barely out the door when alarms started going off. Kurt tried to go back in, try to see what was happening, if he was losing....no. But the nurse who had been so sweet, Rose if he remembered correctly, was now ordering him back, her face all business. Several medical professionals rushed into  Blaine's room, shutting the door behind them. Blaine's parents rushed over to him. "What's going on?" his mother demanded.

Kurt shook his head. "I don't know..."

"He's fighting the respirator!" a muffled voice called out in the hospital room.

A heavy hand was placed on his shoulder. "That's good, right?" There was a mix of hope and desperation on Blaine's father's face. And love. Kurt's heart swelled as he nodded a confirmation. Blaine was going to be fine. And his father was finally coming around. Things were going to be different, he just knew it.

After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor emerged from Blaine's room. There was a tired smile on his face. "He's awake and breathing on his own," the doctor informed them quietly.

"Ohthankgod," Kurt muttered, feeling as if his knees were about to give out.

"Can we see him?" Mrs. Anderson inquired.

The doctor nodded. "One at a time, though. He's very exhausted. We don't want him to get overly excited."

Kurt looked tentatively at Blaine's parents. They both smiled at him. "Go on," his mother urged. "Get in there."

He frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Kurt, we both know that you're the first person he'll want to see. Go on," A small, encouraging smile. Yes, things definitely were going to change.

Nodding, Kurt pushed open the door. Blaine looked much the same as he had before, although with a lot less machinery. And there was just the slightest hint of natural color on his face...Blaine stirred as he heard the noise of Kurt entering. His head shifted in his direction. He moved. Eyes opened lethargically. A small, weak smile trying to work its way onto sore lips.

Kurt felt a lump form in his throat, a surge of happiness threatening to overtake him. "Blaine," he exhaled brokenly, rushing to his side, dropping down so their faces were level. "Blaine, do you know who I am?" A sudden fear took over. What if he didn't remember? What if he didn't want him anymore. What if...?

"Kurt," he whispered, the sound rough but oh so beautiful.

"I'm here, Baby, I'm here," he muttered, stroking Blaine's hair gently just to prove that he actually was. "You gave us quite the scare just now."

Blaine grinned. "Had to make an entrance," he croaked, eyes crinkling with mirth. Kurt wanted to punch him on the shoulder, but he was terrified of hurting Blaine even more.

So he did the next best thing and kissed him full on the lips.

Everything was going to be okay.