Beeping. Beeping. Constant beeping. This was the only companion to Blaine as he sat and watched. A week - a freaking week! Blaine couldn't take it, couldn't handle any of it; not the waiting that dragged, or the eerie silences that hung in the air, nor the whiteness and fear that surrounded him at every turn. It was honestly getting to him. It had been a week of him doing nothing, just sitting, waiting and thinking. Soon, he was singing to Kurt, trying to stop himself from losing it, and hoping that maybe Kurt might hear him.

"Empty spaces - what are we living for?

Abandoned places- I guess we know the score,

On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for."

Blaine imagined that this was what he felt like, what his kind, fragile boyfriend felt like: empty and blank, without purpose, lacking a driving force. Blaine also imagined how awful it must have felt. Hell, he had been feeling those exact things for the past week, just probably in a slightly milder form to those which Kurt was feeling.

"Another hero, another mindless crime,

Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.

Hold the line, does anybody want to take it any more?"

The next lines about to leave his mouth, Blaine thought, were the most truthful words in the song, the ones that were probably the most relatable words to his and Kurt's situation at the moment. However, it didn't mean that he had to follow them like he wanted Kurt to, he could sit here and wait like he had been doing before: he could wait for Kurt.

"The show must go on,

The show must go on.

Inside my heart is breaking,

My make-up may be flaking.

But my smile still stays on."

Blaine paused and looked at Kurt, unblinking and at what he saw.

As Kurt continued to walk, he noticed that the path seemed to have lost its bounce and felt a lot more gravely; this – once perfect – path was now uneven, and winding in a manner of different directions. Suddenly, the path dropped away from his feet, and he was in the stream – well, he thought it was a stream until the current started to pull him in to deeper waters at high speeds. Kurt struggled to stay above the water, it kept pulling him under and fighting him.

Twitching. Kurt was twitching. He wasn't imagining it, he was sure of it.

As Kurt battled it out with the rushing waters, he felt his lungs fill with water and his body try to reject it. He tried his hardest, fought with everything he had. He felt himself winning, and heard something new. Something different. Something frustrating.

Beeping.

"Baby? Can you hear me?" Blaine said as he held on to Kurt's hand. He noticed that Kurt's eyes fluttered slightly but did not open. They continued to flutter, though, as his digits twitched beneath his own fingers. Blaine stared down with hope and worry in his eyes as Kurt started to stir, and his eyes slowly – very slowly – opened and focused on him. Kurt went to speak, opened his mouth, ready to project the words, but nothing left his lips. Blaine poured his boyfriend a cup of water and held it to his lips, tilting it slightly. Kurt's eyes were still focused on Blaine, and they killed him. They were full of fear and terror: he was scared. Blaine continued to hold his hand as he leant over the bed, and Kurt's frail body, to press thecall button that would bring a doctor to the room. "It's fine. You're gonna' be okay, baby." Blaine whispered as tears fell down his cheeks. Then he was asked to leave the room by the doctor while Kurt was examined. With reluctance, he left and made a bee-line for the door, leaving the building so he could call Burt to let him and the others know that Kurt was awake. He had told them last night that they should go home as they were all so tired, insisting that he would call them if anything happened.

Burt and Carole stood in the hall talking with the doctor whilst Blaine and Finn sat on the chairs in Kurt's room – well, it wasn't really his room, more the room that he was residing in at the moment. The three of them had been alone in the room for about ten minutes, and nothing more than 'hey' had been said.

"Finn?"

"Yeah, man?" Finn replied, looking at his step-brother with a concerned expression on his face.

"Could you, erm... could you leave us alone for a little bit?" He looked down to his hands and twiddled his thumbs as he said this, his voice getting quieter towards the end.

"Umm... yeah, sure. I'll just be... outside, okay?"

Kurt nodded and smiled at the tall boy. "Thanks."

Once Finn had left and the door had been closed, there was a moment of silence before Kurt whimpered "Blaine?", looking towards his boyfriend and trying not to cry.

"What is it, baby?" Blaine asked, coming towards the boy he loved and holding his hand tightly.

"I... I don't like it. Wh... what happened?"

"I know, I don't either. You..." Blaine took a deep breath, wondering how to tell Kurt what had happened to him, to explain why he was laying in a hospital bed with no memory of the past week. "You came off your bike." Blaine stopped for a minute to let Kurt process this, feeling him loosen and then tighten his grip on his hand after a minute. "Apparently, the guy said that you just... kept going at the crossroads," the look of worry and confusion on Kurt's face hurt Blaine to the core, "he said you didn't stop or even slow down, you just went straight in to the side of his car." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand tightly, "The doctors had to put you in to a medically induced coma... for a week." A small sob slipped from Blaine's lips as a few tears fell down his cheeks. "I was so scared," he breathed, "I... I thought I'd lost you."

Kurt had started to cry himself, silently as per usual, looking up at Blaine and seeing pure fear across his face. He shuffled across the bed as best as he could without putting himself in too much pain, and patted the spot beside him that he had made for Blaine.

Hesitantly, Blaine sat beside Kurt, and took his boyfriend's hand in his own. After a minute, he wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, and the injured boy leaned in to him, smiling softly. "I love you." Blaine whispered, smiling when he heard Kurt reply with the same phrase.

Kurt was allowed to go home after another day and a half in the hospital, and instructed to wait at least a week before returning to school. He was happy enough to oblige, and spent a lot of his time in his room, trying to figure out what clothes would fit over the bulky blue – a bit of a hard, and awkward, shade to match at times, but his favourite, nonetheless – cast that went from his elbow down his forearm and ended half way along his palm. Of course, though, he was slightly annoyed by the cast for two reasons: one, it was too bulky to fit under many of his shirts; and two, it was on his right arm which made writing quite difficult. Along with having a broken wrist, Kurt also had some bruising to his ribs and black and blue bruises scattered across most of his body.

Much of Kurt's week was spent doing the work Finn brought home from school each day, flicking through back issues of Vogue,and and then spending the evenings with Blaine. Blaine, of course, waited on him hand and foot, and acted as if he really was made of porcelain. There were also a few odd visits from various members of the New Directions scattered across the week. In short, it was quite a dull week, and Kurt was happy enough to head back to McKinley... until he got there.

Everywhere he went, Kurt saw Dave, or heard him, or he was mentioned somewhere. And whenever Kurt saw Dave, Dave would send odd and strange looks his way, and occasionally wink at him. Kurt was most definitely happy that his cast had to remain on for another four weeks and that he then had to avoid any physical activity that could injure his wrist in the two weeks post cast removal. Kurt was safe until mid-semester.

The majority of his first few days back were spent having people ask him how he was and him replying with something along the lines of 'I'm fine, thanks. Just counting the days down until I can wear whatever I want, and not what fits over the cast.'. As much as doing this scenario multiple times annoyed Kurt, he was grateful to know that people worried about him.

Kurt sat in the choir room on Tuesday after school, and smiled as Mercedes sang a song with Santana. He loved the way that the Glee club had so many different cliques and lived harmoniously – well, with a few inclusive slushie facials and locker shovings, but that was a given, it was Glee club after all. This week, they were doing songs from films that would go on long after their 'sell-by date'. Tina, Brittany and Kurt were doing Lady Marmalade from Moulin Rouge. Mister Schuester had said that they should perform on the Friday, so as to make sure Kurt was okay to do the routine the trio had planned.

After Glee club, Kurt, Brittany and Tina were driving to Kurt's house in his dad's second car (Burt had refused to let Kurt ride his bike in the state he and the bike were in). Once they had arrived, they got themselves drinks and made their way upstairs and in to Kurt's room to practise. Looking at the other two as Kurt twirled, he stopped. "Britt, what's up?" Brittany was standing stock still and just staring at something across the room.

"My cup." She replied, her voice monotone.

"What about it?"

"Well, I don't get it; I mean, why do the bubbles keep going up in my soda?" Tina laughed and explained the reason why the 'bubbles' in her drink rose to the surface. After a moment of trying to process what Tina had told her, Brittany murmured "Soda confuses me."

"How?" Tina asked.

"Well, I dunno'. I mean, how do all the bubbles get there? Is there, like, some magical elf inside my drink just blowing bubbles all the time through a straw, or what?"

Kurt laughed loudly, full on belly laughs, as soon as Brittany had finished stating her confusion towards her drink. Honestly, how had the girl not gotten held back a few grades? She was so naïve and innocent – in the best way possible, in Kurt's eyes – that she could hardly make it through a conversation without being confused in some way, shape or form. "Brittany, there are as many elves in your drink as there are in... Blaine's eyebrows." Kurt told her, laughing lightly to himself.

"Baby, why've you gotta' bring the 'brows in to it?" Blaine said as he popped round the doorway. Kurt shrugged innocently and made his way over to Blaine. Looping his arms around the shorter boy's neck, he pressed their lips together and felt Blaine's hand go around his waist. He smiled in to the kiss.

"Dolphins are so cute." Brittany whispered loudly to Tina, thinking that the boys couldn't hear her.

"She's right, you know, you are a cute dolphin." Kurt said against Blaine's lips, smiling lightly.

"And the same could be said for you, lover."

"Shut up." Kurt laughed. "Come on, sit and give us your honest opinion on the routine." Kurt pulled Blaine towards the bed and made him sit on it. Kurt looked to see Blaine instantly cross his legs on the bed and smile at the trio as they were getting in to their starting positions.

The routine consisted of a lot of amazing moves, Blaine just didn't see them; he was either focusing on Kurt's butt or his hips. God, with those hips Kurt could ride him pretty hard, Blaine thought before he had even realised what had crossed his mind. A burning blush soon started to creep up his neck and towards his cheeks.

"So, what did you think?" Kurt's voice cut in to Blaine trying to 'cleanse his mind' and 'cool down'.

He snapped his head towards the waiting trio and nodded saying "I thought it was totally awesome. You guys make a great team.", and smiling, feeling his skin slowly cool down.

"Sure?"

"Positive." He sent an even bigger smile and stood up. "So, seeing as your routine's amazing," he said, turning to Brittany and Tina, "do you two mind if I steal Kurt from you?"

"Yeah, sure." Tina replied coolly, smiling as the boys tangled their fingers together.

"No! I won't let you steal my Kurt." Brittany cried, making her way to the pair and clutching Kurt's empty hand.

"Britt, he means he wants us to leave," Brittany looked hurt, "… so they can be alone."

"Why?"

"So they can spend some time together."

"Oh, you mean like when Santana and I wanna' be alone to get out sweet lady kisses on?"

"Yeah..."

Nodding, Brittany gave Kurt's hand a squeeze and leant closer to him to whisper "Tell me what flavour Lip Smackers he has on, 'kay?"

"Sure." Kurt replied, smiling and pulling her in for a hug, dropping Blaine's hand. "I'll see you later, Britt." He said, dropping a kiss on her cheek, doing the same to Tina afterwards.

Once the boys' friends had left, Blaine pulled Kurt up the stairs and back in to his bedroom before pushing him down on to the bed and laying on top of him, pressing his lips to Kurt's. He soon deepened the kiss by running his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip as his hands ran up and down his hips. Blaine felt Kurt smile in to the kiss as he moved to bite lightly on his bottom lip. He heard himself groan at this.

"Blaine, calm down, I'm barely doing anything." Kurt breathed against Blaine's lips after he'd pulled back slightly. "Honestly, baby, you're far too excitable." He then chuckled lowly, sending shivers up Blaine's spine.

Feeling his cheeks flush, Blaine laughed shortly and said "Sorry, it's just... well, you're so beautiful. And sexy. And I love you."

"Were you just describing your reflection and my feelings towards it?"

"Well, I was hoping you wouldn't notice but..." Blaine laughed as he hovered above his boyfriend. He put a little weight on him and said "Baby, you're way too negative towards yourself; you honestly don't know how close to perfection you are."

"Oh, shut up and kiss me!" Kurt all but growled, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and pulling him down to crash their lips together, trying to cover the awkwardness he felt upon hearing Blaine speak so highly of him.

As the boys kissed more passionately, Kurt felt Blaine's erection slowly becoming more obvious, prodding his hip slightly. And when Blaine's hand rested on his waistband Kurt's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat while the speed of his heart increased considerably. Kurt stopped kissing Blaine and just cleared his mind, trying to stop the images of Dave flashing through his mind, his memory attacking him horribly. He had to stop and convince – no, remind was more fitting – himself of one thing: what Blaine was; my home, my shelter, my safety: my everything.

"Baby?" Blaine had stopped kissing Kurt and pulled back moments after he had noticed that Kurt had stopped, frozen almost. But Kurt didn't reply, he just stared at nothing as Blaine tried to make eye contact. "Baby, you okay?"

Kurt blinked a few times before looking at Blaine and pulling his full weight down on to himself. He didn't care that the weight of his boyfriend was pressing down on his bruised ribs, nor that his hard erection was digging in to his hip, he only cared that it was Blaine: the man who loved him, the man whom he was in love with. He didn't want to spend time fearing being with Blaine because of Dave; he felt like he would be giving Dave the satisfaction that way, even if the large boy would not actually know. Hugging Blaine tightly to him, Kurt pressed his lips to his neck in the form of an open-mouthed kiss, and proceeded to place a nice, purple hickey there.

Blaine moaned lightly as Kurt's soft, wet – oh, so hot! – lips attacked his neck: kissing, licking, sucking, biting, and grazing his teeth. Whatever was wrong with Kurt had obviously been forgotten, as he seemed fine now. However, that did not stop Blaine from worrying about what it was that was up with his boyfriend in general. Blaine slowly compiled the list of things that seemed off about Kurt recently in his mind while he held his waist tightly, sure that his thumbs would leave slight marks later. "I... love you." He panted, letting his head fall back at the pleasure he felt from having Kurt's lips on his neck and his hands around his waist.

"Love... you... more." Kurt mumbled against his neck between sucks before he nipped sharply at the skin one last time and pulled his head back.

"I love you more, too." Blaine whispered before leaning in for a soft, passionate kiss, his hand cupping Kurt's cheek.

Oh, no. No, Blaine couldn't do that, he could not just stop the haste and all of a sudden slow it down. Kurt was not going to slow dance while he was in the mood to skank his heart out. No, Kurt wanted - needed - that fire, it was the one thing that stopped him from thinking too much and upsetting himself; thinking about his sore chest, and then back to how it had gotten like that, the crash, what had caused the crash, Dave forcing him to... eugh, forcing him to... do stuff to him. It just made his stomach churn and drop, made him feel physically sick. It also made him feel like he was slightly cheap and weak. Kurt pushed Blaine back and proceeded to pull Blaine's shirt off. He received a confused look before lust and love clouded the shorter boy's features. Soon, Kurt felt Blaine's weight being lifted as he sat back to undo the buttons of Kurt's shirt and push it away.

A wounded whimper left Blaine's lips when he looked at Kurt's bare chest, it was bruised and battered. It was like somebody has defaced Kurt's body, smeared his lover's body by using him as a punch bag. He didn't like it. Blaine started to kiss his way down Kurt's chest and stomach, kissing every bruise and mark he could see, smiling each time he would hear Kurt giggle slightly as his breath lingered on his bare skin. He jumped slightly when he felt fingers creeping between his boxers and jeans, cupping his butt firmly. When he jerked back on to Kurt, a slight 'oof' was emitted from the brunet, and a trail of apologies soon started to pour from his own lips.

"Stop apologising and kiss me, you fool!" Kurt said as he pulled Blaine back down on to his chest with his hands still on the other boy's butt, holding firmly. And with that, he crashed his lips to Blaine's, cutting off his constant rambling of being sorry and asking how Kurt was, and felt Blaine relax in to the kiss and him, before he wound his arms around his neck slowly.