If you hear something late at night,

some kind of trouble some kind of fight

Just don't ask me what it was,

Just don't ask me what it was.

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"H-he's in a coma."

Rachel's sobbing increased to hysterical, but Blaine couldn't hear her. All he could hear was his heart practically breaking in two. He felt his legs give way underneath him, and soon he was lying on the pavement, tears pouring down his face.

Kurt's going to die.

He could vaguely hear Louise's yells, but they sounded muffled. Everything was moving in slow motion; as if the world stopped turning because Kurt, the love of his life, was hurt. People were sending him confused looks and he felt Louise wrench his phone out of his hand. He flinched as Louise laid a hand on his shoulder and bent down to his level.

"Kurt… Kurt fell down the stairs in his apartment building, and hit his head pretty hard. He's covered in b-bruises and has broken a few ribs and-d his ankle, but his head got it the worst. O-one of his neighbours called an ambulance, and they got to him just in time, b-but he's in a coma…"

Blaine was struggling to breathe, let alone compose a complete sentence. He couldn't meet Louise's gaze, because she'd see the tears building up in his eyes and feel the need to get him to talk about 'his feelings'. And he couldn't do that.

"… And they don't know if he's going to make it."

Blaine couldn't hold it in any longer. Sobs began to wrack his small frame and he wrapped his arms around his stomach, rocking back and forth. Groans and whimpers escaped from his throat, making it difficult to breathe, but Blaine didn't care.

His Kurt was in hospital. His Kurt could die.

Louise pulled her brother into her arms and rocked him like a small child, all the while comforting Rachel over the phone. Once the brunette girl had eventually calmed slightly, she began to give Louise the details. Louise bent down to whisper in her brother's ear.

"Do you want me to take you down there?"

Every fibre of Blaine's body screamed YES! I need to tell him I still love him! I need to kiss him one last time, see his gorgeous face! But there was one niggling part of his brain that nagged him; He won't want to see you… He doesn't love you anymore. Blaine pushed it to the back of his mind, trying to listen to Louise and Rachel's conversation.

"So who else is there?"

Blaine watched his sister's eyes widen in shock, and his stomach dropped even more, if that were possible.

What? What is it? URGH, externalise the thought you numbskull! Blaine grabbed his sister's hands.

"What? What's happening?"

Louise looked at him apologetically. "Umm… Kurt's boyfriend is there."

Blaine froze in shock. Kurt had a boyfriend? Since when? Who is this guy? In what world does he deserve Kurt? I bet he's a douche bag. Kurt belongs with someone like… someone like me.

"Do you still want to go?"

Blaine shook his head. No way in hell did he want to see Kurt's boyfriend. It actually ached his heart to know that he wouldn't be able to see Kurt, but Blaine was a realistic guy. Kurt probably didn't want to see him; he had a new boyfriend, a new life without Blaine… He'd be fine. Yet Blaine still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad would happen.

Louise opened her mouth to protest, but saw it was a lost cause. When Blaine set his mind to something, he would never change it. That was something him and Kurt had always had in common. She hauled Blaine to his feet and hailed a cab. She had a feeling she was in for a long night.

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"Kurt! Kurt, are you there? Can you hear me? Kurt!"

I spun round, and there he was. Blaine, standing in all his gorgeous glory. The voice didn't really sound like him, but I pushed the thought to the back of my mind, because he was there, after all this time. He saw me looking at him, and his face broke out into a grin. He beckoned for me to come over, and I began to run towards him. He stretched out his arms, ready to grasp me as I fell into the familiar hold, but it never happened.

Even though I was running, I wasn't getting any closer to him. If anything, he was moving further away. The smile fell off his face, and he began to sob uncontrollably.

"Kurt, please, don't leave me!"

Suddenly, something grabbed my arms. I whipped round from looking at Blaine to see Josh, eyes glinting and a malicious sneer on his face. I tried to run, but my feet were rooted to the spot. I struggled, attempting to wrench my feet out of the spot but they wouldn't budge. I looked round helplessly, but Blaine had gone. Just… vamoosed. I looked back at Josh, but not quickly enough.

The first fist hit me before I could even dodge out of the way, knocking me to the ground. A foot connected with my stomach, and I curled over in mind numbing agony. Punches and kicks found every inch of my body, bruising and injuring whatever it found. I had never been in so much pain; I felt like I could pass out at any moment, and was just waiting for the darkness to come. At least it would be a break from the pain.

Soon, the darkness swallowed me up and I was alone once more.

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One week passed, and nothing had changed. Rachel had been constantly texting Blaine with updates on Kurt's condition, although they always made him feel worse. For some reason, a text with brain swelling which could possibly lead to brain damage doesn't make Blaine feel any better about the situation. He spent every waking moment thinking about Kurt; wondering if the hospital were taking good care of him, if his family were there to watch over him, if his boyfriend was holding his hand the entire time like Blaine would be.

He hadn't been able to concentrate on his EP all that well, and Louise was getting quite frustrated. He really didn't care about the cover art when Kurt was on the edge of life and death.

He still didn't know what he would do if Kurt did wake up. Would he declare his undying love for him? What about Kurt's boyfriend? What if Kurt really did have brain damage? Blaine was pretty sure he'd slept about 6 hours in the past week.

He just hoped to God that Kurt would be ok.

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Kurt screwed up his eyes in pain as a bright white light hit him. Blinking rapidly, he looked around in surprise. He was in hospital, with multiple machines wired up to his arm. Attempting to sit up, his head swayed and throbbed, as if someone had smacked him in the head with a brick. He groaned in agony, awaking the person by the window.

"…Kurt?"

Kurt gasped. His dad looked as if he had aged 10 years overnight. His forehead was wrinkled, and he had huge bags hanging under his eyes.

"Dad you look awful!"

Burt grinned, seeing his son was finally awake.

"Thanks kiddo. Means a lot."

Kurt looked around, as if looking for another person.

"Where's everyone else?"

"Well, Finn and Rachel are off getting coffee, and Carole is just talking to one of the nurses."

Kurt looked at him expectantly.

"And Blaine?"

Burt's eyes widened, staring at his son as though he had grown another head. Kurt's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was wrong? Where was Blaine? His dad coughed awkwardly.

"Kurt…"

At that moment Finn and Rachel burst through the doors in conversation, before spotting Kurt sitting up in bed. Before either could say anything, Kurt screamed. Burt rushed to his son's side.

"Kurt? What's the matter?"

Kurt looked as if he had seen a ghost; his face was as white as a sheet. He pointed towards Rachel, his eyes drawn to her giant pregnant belly.

"You're… pregnant? A-and Finn's old! How long was I out?"

The other occupants of the room shared a confused look. Finn grabbed his brother's hand.

"A little over a week, dude."

Kurt's eyes widened in shock and confusion.

"Then… How… What?"

Kurt began to hyperventilate, attempting to take in breaths but none reaching his lungs. He began to feel faint, and just when he thought he was going to pass out, the door was flung open and a tall, muscular man stood in the doorway, with a look of uncertainty on his face. He rushed towards Kurt, grabbing his hands, with a look of part sympathy, part something unrecognizable on his face.

"Kurt baby are you ok? You're awake!"

Kurt looked at the man blankly, with no recognition in his eyes. He was slightly terrified by now. What was happening? He looked to his dad for help.

"…Who is this?"

The man looked shocked and hurt, pulling back as if he'd been stung.

"You don't know who I am?"

Kurt shook his head apologetically, feeling guilty. This guy seemed to care about him, although he had a slightly odd look on his face, as if he was happy to see him in this condition. Kurt shook the thought from his mind; the guy obviously cared about him.

"I'm Josh… Your boyfriend."

Kurt gasped. This guy is not my boyfriend, he thought. Blaine is my boyfriend… Speaking of him, why won't anyone tell me where he is?

Burt stepped forward, wringing his cap awkwardly.

"Kurt… Do you know what year it is?"

Kurt gave his dad the best bitch, please look he could conjure. He wasn't an idiot! "It's 2012."

Rachel gasped, and clutched Finn to her side. Burt looked as if he might burst into tears at any moment, which worried Kurt even more. His dad didn't cry.

"Kurt… It's 2018."

Kurt couldn't take this right now. He began to hyperventilate even more, feeling as if he might throw up. The voices of his family, although sounding urgent, were distant and muffled. He began to take deep breaths, knowing what to do when he was having a panic attack. He had them rather a lot when Karofsky beat him up. He finally managed to speak, looking at his family helplessly.

"…Get Blaine… I need… Blaine… NOW! BLAINE!"

His father looked shocked, and Rachel ran out of the room, clutching her phone to her side.

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I still have trouble

I trip and stumble

Trying to make sense of things sometimes

I look for reasons

But I don't need 'em

All I need is to look in your eyes

And I realize

Baby I'm not alone

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna take us down

Cause nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

Our love is all we need to make it through, ooh

Cause you're here with me

And nothing's ever gonna bring us down

Cause nothing, nothing, nothing can keep me from lovin' you

And you know it's true

It don't matter what'll come to be

You know our love is all we need

Our love is all we need to make it through

Singing was the only thing Blaine could do, because he just imagined he was singing to Kurt. He was telling him it was all ok; that he would get out of this coma, that he would survive.

Louise smiled encouragingly at her brother. He'd barely slept since he'd found out that Kurt was in a coma, and it was so blatantly obvious that he was still in love with the injured boy. Blaine took his guitar off and placed it gently on the floor, before turning his phone back on. He still dreaded the texts from Rachel; by the sounds of it, Kurt's condition was getting even worse and worse. Like he may never wake up.

His stomach dropped when he saw that he had 8 missed calls from the girl in question. He froze, and Louise sprinted over to him, looking at the screen over his shoulder. She rubbed the boy's back comfortingly.

"Call her. It's probably important."

Blaine nodded, and pressed redial. Rachel picked up on the 2nd ring.

"Blaine? I'm so happy you called me back!"

Blaine wasn't wasting any time. "Is Kurt ok?"

Rachel sighed, and he could sense apprehension.

"He's awake."

Blaine grinned. Surely that was a good sign? Why did Rachel sound so upset?

"And?"

"He's asking for you."

Blaine's grin grew even more. Kurt was asking for him! Maybe he still loved him! Maybe they can finally have a future together, with kids and a puppy, and live in a cottage by the sea and… It took him a moment to realize Rachel was still talking.

"… But there's a problem."

Blaine gulped. He didn't expect there to be a problem. Maybe Kurt had brain damage, like they'd said? He began to get irritated by Rachel's silence.

"Well what is it Rach?"

"He thinks it's 2012."

Oh, shit.