Kurt had always known certain things were going to happen.  Not like in a fortune teller kind of way or sixth sense.  But in that same clarity way that he'd always known he was gay.

He knew so many things.

He was going to New York.  Blaine was going to join him.  They would graduate from college and they would get married.  They would probably adopt a couple of kids (an offhand comment about Blaine wishing <i>they</i> could have a kid had prompted Kurt to realise it wouldn't be fair for one of them to have that through a surrogate) and then they would grow old together.

Kurt Hummel knew these things with varying degrees of certainty.

Nine, one, one, what is your emergency? 

He knew about Blaine one hundred percent.  He knew so early on.  This was it, he was The One.  He didn't care that Blaine was his first boyfriend; he was his first love, his first lover.  He knew.

And once he'd got over that initial panic he found that he didn't mind.

My husband...  He collapsed...  I don't think he's breathing... 

Kurt Hummel was always almost right, especially when it came to Blaine.

He left for New York in the Fall but they were engaged by Christmas (not the following summer) unable to bear the wait any longer.  They knew within days of their enforced separation by education and States that the other was it for them.  There would never be another, the distance and the absence was felt so acutely that had there been any moments of doubt, of hesitation, they were gone.

Blaine went to New York as soon as he graduated High School, the pair of them moving into the small apartment they could just afford to rent between them.  As a present Burt and Carole covered the cost of the wedding because they knew their boys couldn't wait, couldn't stand it.  So they married with very little fuss and very little circumstance and they didn't care.

I need you to stay calm for me, sir... 

Kurt had graduated last year and was loving his internship; Blaine's graduation ceremony was in two weeks' time before he started his first placement.  They were sticking to their plan and the forms for adoption were on the kitchen work unit.  Filled, signed, awaiting one of them to go out and mail them off when they remembered.  They were finally going to be a family but they were still young, both still twenty three.

Kurt knew there was no rush, they had all the time of forever.

I don't know, I just don't know, they need to come now...

It was like any other evening.  They had plans with friends, were changing and laughing and talking about random things when Blaine just stopped mid-sentence.  Kurt turned, a joke about him getting forgetful in his old age on his mouth, when he saw the look on his husband's face.

He'd been at his side just as Blaine's legs had given way and lowered him to the ground.

They are almost there, sir, you need to stay calm.  Can you let them in? 

The door was open, the EMTs walked in to find Kurt sitting on the bedroom floor, Blaine still wrapped up in his arms.  There was no wailing, no crying, no noise at all.

Just Kurt, holding on to the body of his husband, trying to figure out how he'd not seen this coming at all.