Beep. Beep. Beep.

The only noise Blaine had heard from Kurt the past two weeks was coming from the stupid EKG machine. The only thing giving Blaine hope that his Kurt was still alive. The routine was simple. Well, for Kurt's case. The ICU nurses would come in, take Kurt's vital signs, change the IV line, change the sheets, and Kurt would 'begin' his day being visited by Blaine or Rachel. Blaine looked up at the pale, fragile man he had fallen in love with, his normal bright honey colored eyes dark and sad at the sight. Gently squeezing Kurt's hand scooting the chair closer to Kurt's bed, staring at Kurt with distressed eyes. The pure white bandages around his head, covering the thick, healing gash. His pink lips turned blue in color. His normal clear porcelain complexion covered with bright red cuts. He looked dead to Blaine, with every glance it made his stomach and heart drop to the ground.

"Anything?" A voice behind him said quietly. Blaine jumped from his trance turning around seeing Rachel fixing her shirt wondering towards him, Blaine shook his head. "He'll wake up...the doctors are optimistic remember?" She said softly and Blaine just nodded his eyes flickering back to Kurt. "Blaine... why don't we get out of here for a little? Let me take you out to lunch..." She gently put a hand on Blaine's shoulder squeezing lightly.

Blaine shook his head, "No thanks..." His voice dull and dry. "I just want to be near him..."

"Blaine... come on, this isn't healthy..."

"If he's not healthy then... I don't want to..."

Rachel sighed deeply gently rubbing his back, "Then let me bring you something to eat, you've been here since six in the morning..." Blaine remained quiet. "Hey, come on Mr. Scruffy, let me, you must be starving..." She put her chin on his shoulder, Blaine's eyes glanced at her and he agreed with a nod. A small smile tugged on Rachel's lips, "I'll be back then."

With that, she patted Blaine's back walking out of the hospital room closing the door quietly. Blaine put his head down against the bed, resting his eyes, letting the slow beeping lull him to sleep.

"Blaine..." The soft airy voice lugged him out of his sleep, a warm hand gently rubbing his back. Slowly opening his eyes attempting to focus them, the day nurse was standing over him.

"Sorry, Karen..." He mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"It's okay honey... I just wanted to wake you up, visiting hours are over."

"What?" He furrowed his brow sitting up, peering at his watch while rubbing one eye reading 6:00pm.

"You slept the whole time... have you been sleeping when you go home?" Karen pulled a chair next to him.

Blaine glanced up at Kurt, shaking his head, "Well, I shouldn't say no... it's kind of not sleeping for two days and passing out." Blaine ran his hands through his hair sighing deeply. "I just want him to wake up..." His voice cracked.

No, he hasn't cried, he wasn't going to cry, crying made him weak. He didn't cry until his mother was in the ground, and he knew that Kurt wouldn't end up like that. He knew that Kurt will make it. Something was just telling him everything would be okay. The doctors promised Kurt would be okay.

Karen look at him, concern in her eyes, "Why don't you stay the night with him?"

Blaine's eyes lit up looking at her hopeful, "Really? C-can't you get fired for that?"

"I'll keep the door closed..." She smiled softly, "Press the button if you need anything." She walked out, Blaine turning back towards Kurt taking his hand once more.

Cold. Why was he so cold? Besides the hands warming his. As he plowed through the haze, his sensory awareness began to escalated. Harsh hospital florescent lights leaked through his eyelids causing a pounding headache. Everything was hurting, it hurt to breathe, his throat felt like he was swallowing pins with every breath. Soft hands touched the sides of his face and his arms, but he was still so cold. Murmured voiced echoed in his ears, getting loud with great intensity. "Wake up..." the voices repeated over and over, his eyes twitched, the voiced sounding like screams until everything became clear.

"Kurt."

His name.

"Wake up."

Why did they want him to wake up so much, all he wanted was to sleep.

"Kurt, come on wake up..."

That voice, he knows that voice.

His fingers weakly tightened in the warmth of a hand, his eyes barely peaking open having trouble focusing. His vision blurry, but able to make out a figure with honey colored eyes watching him with such relief and love. His heart never hurt before those puppy eyes.

"Bl-" Kurt choked out. "Blain-" He swallowed dry wincing, his head killing him.

"Shh, shh... Don't talk... Oh thank God, you remember me..." Blaine's eyes immediately filled with tears, finally letting out the first cry since is mother had died.