Kurt Hummel was sitting at his office chair, eyes trained on the radio receptor. Being an EMT, he knew that these kinds of days were when the most brutal accidents occurred, and damn it, he would be ready.

There was a certain adrenalin rush that you get when your job is to save someone's life at a moment's notice. It humbles you, it makes you stop and smell the roses once in a while because you know that life can be ripped from you at any second. Kurt was always horrified and yet always so gracious about the things that he experienced every day.

"Hummel quit staring at the radio. If something happens, we'll hear it!" Kurt's partner Noah Puckerman scolded.

"I'm going to be ready this time Puck," Kurt grumbled.

"Kurt you can't blame yourself for that forever. It wouldn't have mattered how quickly we go there, she couldn't be saved," Puck said, clapping him on the shoulder and trying to get him to relax.

Kurt bowed his head and refused to meet Puck's eyes. He knew that he was right, the young girl who died when he SUV crashed into a telephone pole couldn't have been saved, but for some reason Kurt couldn't let go of the idea that if he had been a little faster, a little more ready, he could have spared her life.

Sighing, Puck gave Kurt one more pat on the shoulder and wandered off to find some more coffee. They were working the night shift and he just needed a shit ton of coffee.

A loud blaring and red lights broke Kurt out of his melancholy musings.

"Calling all officers, calling all officers. Black Sedan, corner of Park and Arnot. Young male, physical state unknown," the dispatcher's voice crackled though the radio.

Kurt sprung to his feet, grabbing his coat and shouting for Puck, he was out the door in 6 seconds flat.

"That's a new record Hummel," Puck said, revving the engine of their red and white truck and pulling out of the office parking lot.

"I've been practicing," Kurt said, not tearing his eyes from the road.

The world outside whirled around them, and all Kurt could think about was being too late. This kid would not lose his life, not on Kurt's watch. He'd already seen that happen once. He was not about to let it happen again.

By the time they reached the crash site, it was a full on blizzard.

"Puck, call for back up, I'm going out," Kurt commanded as he slipped out of the car and started to fight his way through the snow.

It took him about four minutes, at least, but Kurt finally made it to the car that had been called in.

It wasn't a pretty sight.

The front half was completely crushed, almost like an accordion, and the whole car was tilted on its side and upside down.

Making his way to the driver's side as quickly as possible, Kurt saw a little movement and began to follow the protocol he had learned so well.

"Hello! My name is Kurt Hummel, and I'm an EMT officer for Lima. Can you hear me?" Kurt called out in a booming voice.

"Yes," a weak voice called back, so soft that an untrained ear would've missed it.

"Can you tell me your name?" Kurt asked moving closer.

"Blaine," the voice answered shaking, "Blaine Anderson."

"Alright Blaine, may I have your permission to help you in any way I can?" Kurt finally asked, falling to his knees to
make contact with the boy.

"Of course."

When Kurt finally had a visual of the boy- the man- his heart stopped. He was the most breathtakingly beautiful man Kurt had ever seen.

"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked as he pulled out his first aid kit.

"A little banged up," Blaine answered with a shaky smile, his honey eyes seeming unfocused.

"You're coherent. That's a good sign," Kurt explained.

No sooner had he said the words was Blaine swaying slightly in his seat.

"Whoa buddy-" Kurt said grabbing at his shoulders.

And that's when he noticed.

Pulling his hands away to examine, Kurt saw the steady stream of blood that was dripping from Blaine's skull, some of it now being on his hands.

"Don't worry," Kurt told the beautiful boy, his voice shaking, "Help is here and more is coming. We're gonna get you out of this."

Kurt tried to hold back his tears.

He wouldn't let another beautiful person die. Not on his watch