Blaine walked out of the subway entrance, three blocks from his and Kurt's apartment. He had just returned from an audition for How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying, and he felt confident that he would get some role in it. He was ready to go home and tell his fiancé the great news, until he looked up and saw smoke rising into the sky. His heart dropped to his stomach, as he feared for the worst.

He took off, running as fast as he could to get home, to see if it was their building. He hoped beyond anything he had ever hoped before that it wasn't their apartment, that everything was going to be okay. He pulled his phone out as he ran, calling Kurt and yelling in frustration when it went to voicemail. When he got to the street they lived on, he cried out when he saw the flames that were leaping from the windows of their building. He could hear the fire trucks that were on their way, but he was only concerned with making sure Kurt was okay.

He ran up to the front door, where some police officers that were there tried to stop him from entering the building. He shoved past them, however, forcing his way through. The bottom floor was fairly clear, and he quickly cursed that they lived on the fifth floor as he ran to the stairs, hearing the officers yelling behind him. He took the stairs two or three at a time, and by the time he got to his floor there was a thick haze of smoke in the air. He loosened his bowtie as he ran, pulling his shirt above his mouth and nose. He threw the door open, and was immediately met by a wall of heat. He threw his arm over his face, coughing slightly as he made his way to the bedroom, feeling drawn there, absolutely sure it was where Kurt was.

He ran in, looking around, and almost tripped over the body of his fiancé. He shouted, unsure of what he was saying, but he knelt down, checking for breath and a heartbeat. He was relieved to find a pulse, and quickly picked the boy up, surprised by his own strength, and threw him over his shoulder. He made his way through the apartment, making his way to the stairs much slower than he liked. His shirt had fallen from his mouth, and he could feel the smoke entering his lungs. Somehow, he made his way to the bottom floor, and he pushed his way outside before he felt himself falling forward, felt himself being caught by a man in a firefighters suit.

“Is he okay?” he asked quickly, hoping they knew what he meant.

“Yes, he'll be fine.”

Blaine smiled, though he felt pain start to course through his body, and felt himself carried into an ambulance.

Blaine opened his eyes, and saw a white ceiling. He was confused, at first, before he heard the beep of a heart monitor and turned his head to see Kurt sitting beside his bed. “Blaine!” Kurt shouted, before leaping from his seat and standing beside him. “You're okay,” he said quietly, and Blaine noticed that his eyes were red from tears. Kurt held Blaine's hand, and lightly kissed Blaine's cheek. Blaine smiled, before looking at his other arm and noticing the burn marks that made their way down it. They weren't too bad, only some covered in bandages. “You saved me,” Kurt said softly, before flicking Blaine's nose lightly. “You put yourself in serious danger, though, you idiot.” His voice cracked a little, and Blaine sat up, pulling him into a tight hug with his good arm as Kurt sobbed softly. “I love you so much,” Kurt whispered.

“I love you too.”