"Blaine, it's Kurt. Please just call me back when you can. Please."

Beep

"Blaine, please, I just need you to call me. I just need to hear your voice. I know it's not fair for me to ask, but please just call me, okay?"

Beep

"Please don't let that horrible lie be the last thing I ever said to you. Please. I'm begging you, just call me back."

_____________________________________________________________

Kurt watched the news for any scrap of information. He waited for two weeks and nothing was said. There was no announcement of his death, nothing saying he was released, nothing at all. It was almost as if it never happened to begin with. Sometimes Rachel would come over and hold his hand while they watched together, holding their breath, waiting for the world to end.

This day, however, she wasn't there and Kurt sat on the couch, trying not to panic when his picture came on the screen.

"Blaine Anderson has been moved from intensive care to a private room. What really happened in this near fatal crash? Hear the whole story at 11."

He paused the TV and watched the picture in the corner of the screen. It was obviously a school photo, but he still looked like the most beautiful person Kurt would ever see. He would never be sure of how long he just stared at the TV, not really seeing anything, but that's where he was when his father walked in from work.

"Kurt?"

He walked into the living room, his eyes trained on his son, who didn't appear to have heard him.

"Kurt, you still feeling bad, buddy? Maybe we should take you to the hospital."

He just kept watching the screen. Eventually Burt looked at it too. He couldn't understand what it was about this that had him so worked up until he saw the name underneath the reporter on the ribbon going across the screen.

"Blaine Anderson"

He sighed and took a seat next to Kurt who still hadn't moved.

"That him?"

He nodded slowly, his throat to tight to actually let any words pass.

"You sure? I mean you did say you never saw this guy."

And that was it. Kurt just knew. It was like he was linked with Blaine and he would always just know.

"I'm sure, Dad."

They both turned and watched the screen until Kurt pushed himself off of his seat to watch the news in his room.

"Kurt."

The world stopped turning and everything was still.

"Has he tried to call you?"

"No."

Tension filled the room as Kurt looked at his father, his eyes almost dead.

"Would you answer if he did?"

The answer was instant. "Yes."

Burt looked down at the ground. "Even knowing that I told you no? Even knowing that it would disappoint me?"

Kurt closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest, trying to hold himself together.

"Even then."

He quickly ran down the stairs and locked the door after him. He loved his dad, he really did. He didn't want him to be upset and didn't want him disappointed in him, but god he needed Blaine. He needed to hear his voice, to feel that bit of comfort, to love him. He couldn't live with himself if he thought the last thing he would ever say to was a lie.

Because Kurt Hummel was very much in love with Blaine Anderson.

Even if he had never told him.

__________________________________________________________

It was 11:32 when Burt knocked on Kurt's door. He opened it quickly enough, but his eyes never left the TV. It was paused once more and Burt knew he had missed the story of Blaine Anderson's car crash. But Kurt seemed to want to rid himself of the information.

"He feel asleep at the wheel. He ran into a lamp post and almost died. He almost died and that last thing I said to him was I don't love you."

He swiveled on his heel to face his Dad.

"HE ALMOST DIED! You never should have gotten involved in this! We were happy! It was strange, but we were happy and then you came in and ripped it all away from us! It's not fair!"

Burt wrapped his arms around him, trying to hold him up while his legs shook and he beat on his chest with a closed fist.

"It's not fair, Dad. It's not fair."

He almost had to carry Kurt to his bed, but eventually Burt got him under the covers and his heaving sobs turned into little hiccups.

"Dad?"

"Yeah bud?"

"I love him."

Burt nodded and played with the edge of the blanket.

"Can you just trust me on this, Dad? I love him and we do better together than apart, obviously."

He turned and walked away without saying anything and Kurt felt his heart break. Burt was almost out the door hen he finally whispered, "I trust you."

Kurt sighed happily and reached for his phone. He would try one more time before going to bed.

___________________________________________________________

Beep

Beep

Beep

It was another three miserable days before Kurt finally got what he needed.

Blaine.

"Kurt?"

"Blaine! Are you okay? How hurt are you? Do they have you on meds?"

Blaine gave a tiny chuckle before remembering how Kurt had broken his heart less then 3 months ago.

"Well, I just got home and heard the messages so I thought I'd call you and tell you I'm fine."

There was a silence as Kurt realized just how hurt and angry Blaine still was. He felt everything weighing down on his shoulders and felt the tears start to well up in his eyes. He concentrated so hard on pulling those tears in, that he completely missed the whimpers that tore themselves out of his chest.

"No, Kurt, don't cry. Please don't cry."

"I thought- and what if you had-d-died?"

A tiny hiccup escaped.

"I didn't though. I'm fine, you're fine, we're-"

Neither one of them would lie about this. They weren't fine. Blaine was still heartbroken that those words had ever passed Kurt's lips and wasn't ready to forgive just yet. Kurt was willing to wait though. He knew then that he would wait forever if it took that long.

"We will be okay again. We will. Because I love you."

It was the first time Kurt had said it to him and both boys were holding their breath, waiting for the dam to break.

Blaine broke first.

"I have to go. I'll-I'll call you."

"No, wait!" Kurt cried, but it was too late.

Beep.