Kurt woke up alone. He got up and headed towards the kitchen. "Blaine?" he called out. He wasn't at work because today was a Saturday. Kurt headed over to his phone to give him a call. "That's weird two missed calls." He mumble to himself. He quickly pressed the phone up to his ear to listen. 
 "Hello Kurt Hummel-Anderson? This is New York memorial hospital. Your husband was in a car accident last night-" 

Kurt couldn't hear anymore. His eyes filled with tears. "No!" He sobbed. He grabbed his keys and ran out the front door. This was his fault. He was the one who selfishly woke Blaine up to go get him a damn big Mac. Kurt officially hated McDonalds now.

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It took Kurt almost five minutes to find a damn parking spot. This place was packed. He jumped out of the car and ran to the front desk and started to cry. 

"We need a wheel chair he's in labor." The Lady instructed to the a nurse. 

"No, no!" Kurt cried. "My husband was in a car accident. Blaine Hummel-Anderson."

The nurse gave him a sympathetic look as she wrapped a wrist band around Kurt's wrist. "Room 321."

Kurt walked down the long halls desperately searching for room 321. Finally he reached the door. He opened it and broke down. There was his husband all scratched up and bruised. He had a cast on his arm and a sling of some sort was supporting his leg. Kurt grabbed his hand and sobbed. "Please be ok. P-please!" He cried.

Blaine groaned as he opened his eyes. "Kurt? Honey it's alright." He said groggily. 

Kurt gasped as he kissed Blaine's chapped lips. "Blaine I'm so sorry!"

"Hey come here." Blaine cooed with his arms open.

Kurt sat on the bed sniffling into Blaine's night gown. "This is all my fault!" Kurt choked out, hiccuping. 

"Hey now, none of this is your fault.

"Y-Yes it is! I'm so selfish. What if I put myself before the baby? Huh?" He wailed. "I'm am awful human."

"Honey, stop this. It is NOT your fault." Blaine said running his hands threw Kurt's hair, attempting to calm him. "Honey, you need to calm down. Stress isn't good for you."

Kurt nodded trying to breathe deep. 

"Shhh. Good honey." Blaine cooed. "Listen this wasn't your fault. I was stupid to go out knowing I was too tired. Ok? It's NOT your fault." Blaine said kindly. "And you'll be a great dad I know it. Your so kind and generous, your not selfish at all. I promise."

"I love you so much." Kurt sniffled clinging to his chest.

"I love you to."