Tires screeching. Blaine. Thunder clapping. I need you. Glass breaking. Help. Lightening striking. I love you.

Although unconscious, Kurt’s mind was racing. His body felt light. He was in a state of nothingness, looking down on his dad, Carol and Finn. Was he dead? No. He couldn’t be. The last thing he remembers is – oh God. Blaine. And Sebastian. He was gonna be sick. Kurt closes his eyes as fresh tears began rolling down his face. A gentle hand cupped his cheek, and he inhaled sharply at the affection in the touch. He leaned into the soft, familiar hand. He’d know that perfume anywhere. “Mommy.”

Elizabeth smiled and Kurt knew he’d never forget a smile like that. “Hello, baby boy. Oh, look at you. You’re so grown up.” Kurt plunged forward and wrapped his arms around his mother’s waist, head resting on her shoulder. “I miss you so much, Mom.” She kissed the top of his head and mumbled, “I know, sweetheart. I know. I miss you too.” Kurt let the tears fall free now, clinging to Elizabeth like he was 5 years old again. They sat like that for what seemed like ages when someone burst through the hospital doors.

Startled, they both looked down to see a mess of soaking curls sprinting into the waiting room. “Blaine,” Kurt breathed. His mother pulled back, “Blaine? And who might he be?” Kurt blushed at this. “Well he is – or he was – my boyfriend.” Elizabeth smiled fondly, “You love him. I can see it in your eyes. And judging by the way he’s acting right now,” she looked pointedly at Blaine who was hugging Burt, the both of them crying, “I’d say he loves you too.” Kurt nodded, “He does, but mom. He – he cheated on me,” and so he told her what had happened. She shook her head and kissed his forehead. “You know, when your father and I first started out, he cheated on me.” Kurt looked up, surprised. She continued, “Mhm. He never found out that I knew, but I did. It hurt me at first but let me ask you this, honey – he chased after you, right?” Kurt nodded. “Okay then. And he’s here now, isn’t he?” Again, Kurt nodded. “Well, then I guess you know who he chose, then.” Kurt smiled and kissed his mother’s cheek.

“Mr. Hummel?”

Burt stood dragging Blaine with him. The doctor eyed him but Blaine stood his ground. “Mr. Hummel,” “Please, call me Burt,” “Okay, Burt. We were able to get the swelling of Kurt’s brain under control,” Carol saw a glimmer of hope flash through Finn’s eyes, and Blaine smile at this, only to have the floor swept out from underneath them, “but unfortunately, he had far too much internal bleeding. A major artery burst during surgery, and there was no way to save him in time. I’m so sorry.”

Burt collapsed to the floor clutching Carol’s hand. Finn was hugging his mom while they both cried. The only one who seemed unfazed by this was Blaine. His mind raced back to the first time he met Kurt. The first time they went to the Lima Bean together. When he first realized his feelings for Kurt. The perfect moment he told Kurt that he loved him. Their first kiss. Then his mind slowed down to the last moment he would ever share with him. And that’s when he lost it.

Blaine fell to the floor next to Burt, both of them grappling for each other, looking for something solid to hold onto. They cried into each other’s shoulders for what felt like years, when a nurse came up to the small, broken family. “The doctors have cleaned your son up. I can show you to the room he’s in so you can say goodbye, if you’d like.”

Once they reached the room, they got nervous. They had no idea what to expect when they went in there. Who was gonna go in first? Burt was the first to speak up, “Blaine. You should – I mean. You can – just go in first.” Blaine looked at him with wide eyes, “No. I couldn’t. Mr. Humm – Burt. I can’t. I shouldn’t.” “Go on, sweetie,” Carol urged through her tears. Blaine looked between the two of them before nodding and heading inside.

He walked slowly towards the foot of Kurt’s bed. He looked so peaceful, despite the cut across his cheek, and the bruises on his arms. Blaine tentatively took Kurt’s hand into his own, and kissed his knuckles gently. “I’m so sorry, Kurt. I just – I don’t even –“ Blaine sighed, “I love you. So much. And I’m so sorry. I have no excuses, and I know that they don’t matter now, but just please know, wherever you are now, that I’m sorry. And that I love you. I love you so damn much.” He bent down and placed a gentle kiss on his frozen lips. The first tear escaped along with a loud sob and it all became too much. He rushed from the room and caught Carol in a bone crushing embrace.

Burt was the next to go in. Once the door closed behind him, he leaned against it for what felt like forever, trying to drag out the inevitable. Finally, he slowly made his way to the side of Kurt’s bed. He took his son’s hand in his own, and kissed his forehead. The moment his lips touched Kurt’s cold skin, he couldn’t stop the tears. He stood there clinging to Kurt’s unmoving hand for the longest time, his quiet sobs the only sound in the room. After 15 minutes, he reluctantly let go of Kurt’s hand and kissed his forehead again. “Say hi to your mom for me, kid.”