They spent the last two days before their trip apart from each other, thinking that that way they risked getting irritated with each other less, as that had started to happen lately, when they forgot to take some time apart after a couple of days. Because even if they meant as much to each other as they did, alone time was still needed, especially with those two. But since both of them slept so much better with the other one beside them, they often did sleep together, wherever they found themselves. And then they woke up together, and often spent the day, and when evening came, it was soon time to sleep again so it wasn’t really any point in going to their respective homes.

  Though, if they were to be honest with themselves, they tended to use the sleeping fact as an excuse, just to get to spend more time with each other. Never had they enjoyed the company of someone else as they did each others’.

  So, after only 48 hours spent apart, Blaine had to keep himself from running out to the car when he heard Kurt park outside. Just to make sure, he grabbed everything he’d packed for them bring with them at once, ending up with so much stuff on his back and in his arms, he couldn’t have run even if he’d wanted to.

  Kurt laughed when he saw him open the door, so over-packed with stuff a mule would look at him and feel weak.

  “There is such a thing as going two trips, ya know,” Kurt said to him in great amusement, leaning back against the car door, squinting at the sun and smiling a little. Blaine gulped, and dropped half of the stuff. As the food bag fell to the ground, he reached out for it by reflex– and there was another bag on the ground, leaving him with only the backpack safely on his back. Kurt nearly fell to the ground himself, laughing so hard.

  “Ha, ha,” Blaine mimicked, bending down and starting to re-collect the things he dropped. “go ahead and laugh at the stupid boyfriend who packs for the both of you, ha ha, fucking ha,” Though he couldn’t really help but smile a little himself.

  Kurt laughed some more, then pushed himself up and walked over to help carry. “Aw, I’m sorry, babe, didn’t think your period was due until later in the month?”

  Blaine pushed him in the stomach with his head, as he was bent over and had his hands full. Kurt made an ‘ouf’ sound and pretended to be fatally hit, falling dramatically to his knees, where he grabbed a plastic bag and a short, round blue thing, which he suspected was one of the sleeping bags.

  “So tell me,” Kurt said once they were finally on their way. “How long will this trip be and why the fuck have you brought so much stuff?”

  “It’s about two hours from here, and it’s food, and things needed to cook it, clothes, sleeping bags, tent, a camping light, a flashlight, two pillows, toothbrushes and toothpaste, one of those 15 liter water container things that you’ve got in your apartment – and it’s filled with water so it’s heavy as shit– , a bug net that I’m pretty sure has too many big holes in it to work, and towels in case the lake isn’t freezing.” Blaine counted on his fingers as he spoke, making sure he included everything.

  Kurt chuckled. “You are such a fucking mom,” he said. “I can’t believe I actually like being around you.”

  Blaine hummed. “Because I’m charming and generally an absolute delight to be around, of course.”

  “Dream on, Sailor.” Kurt said with a little smirk, signaling left and slowing the car down.

  “Hey, no, this isn’t a turn we’re making?” Blaine asked in confusion; they weren’t supposed to turn off this road for another 30 minutes.

  “Oh I’m sorry, mom,” Kurt sung. “But I was out of condoms and from what I gathered from that little list of yours, you counted on me to get them.”

  “You were out of condoms?” Blaine said with a little amused sound in the end.

  “Well my apologies for having too much sex with you.” Kurt said with a little bow, jumping out of the car smoothly, leaving a stupid Blaine behind.

  I say stupid because that’s how he felt in that moment – and how he looked. He tried to stop smiling, because really, he shouldn’t be feeling so happy, but he couldn’t (stop smiling), really, so he ended up biting the entire inside of his lower lip, eyes squinted and cheeks a little pink, his hands firmly knot into fists on his lap.

  God, he loved him so much.

  Blaine blinked an extra time as he realized the though he’d just had. But then he remembered everything that was Kurt Hummel, and he had to think it again.

  God, he loved him so much.

Once they arrived at one of the smallest parking lots Kurt had ever seen, it was a twenty minute walk to the lake. The parking lot, Blaine said, had looked way more taken care of last time he’d been there. But that was almost eight years ago, he reminded himself, so it really wasn’t that strange. 

  Kurt’s pickup looked strangely in-place, standing there on the pathetic square of gravel now overgrown with grass and weeds, the fence around it about 10 years too old to even be recognizable as a fence. If they never returned from the lake, if the car was to be left there, it wouldn’t take long until it’d be an unquestionable part of nature, already so rusty and broken down. Kurt wasn’t sure if the thought made him feel a little down or not; and then Blaine’s hand was on his arm reminding him that they needed to go now if they wanted to set up their tent before too many mosquitos would get in their way. Plus, it would get dark in not too long.

  Kurt wasn’t used to walking in a forest, in fact he couldn’t remember ever really walking in a forest, ever. Blaine had had some practice in his younger days, and the rhythm of his feet came back to him eventually, though only halfway there.

  “So for how long are we staying?” Kurt puffed when they were almost there, his hand almost breaking from carrying both his guitar –which was the only thing he’d really brought along himself– and the bag of food in the same hand..

  “Well,” Blaine huffed back, two steps ahead of him on the path. “There’s food for like three or so days, depending on how much we eat. So about three days.”

  Kurt nodded, and they walked silently for another three minutes. Then they arrived at the lake. Kurt had to stare.

  It lay there, huge and black and blank as a mirror, inviting yet a little intimidating. It was pretty round, round enough for Kurt to see the whole thing from where he stood. It looked big to him, but he’d never been to the ocean, neither had he any clue of how big lakes normally were. All he knew was that if was beautiful. Mesmerizing, almost. 

  Blaine turned to see Kurt’s reaction, and grinned; it was very alike what he imagined he’d looked like the first time he’d been there – only Blaine had been about four and a couple of months, and Kurt was eighteen and a couple of months. Though beauty like this didn’t stop fascinating at a certain age, he guessed, as he felt himself staring, too.

  And like he’d guessed already, memories of the past did come flooding back in, and for a second they nearly drowned him – his mom and dad teaching him how to responsibly handle a fish hook; catching his first fish; not being able to kill it but being really excited because it was his fish and he’d caught it, all by himself; staying up late and looking at the stars because out here you could actually see them; falling asleep out there, sitting comfortable in-between his parents snuggled up in blankets and smiling even in his dreams; waking up at night because the mosquito bites were itching like crazy and his dad was snoring so loud the tent shook; laughing until his stomach ached at a joke he couldn’t even remember anymore because he was laughing so hard, and his mom was laughing and his dad was laughing and they’d been so happy – but then Kurt walked past him and dropped what he’d been carrying on the smooth stone under their feet and sat down with a groan, stretching his legs out in front of him and smiling up at Blaine with that newfound smile that was so bright and all for him. He looked down at him, sun shining behind his head, making his hair look almost golden, and Kurt was so beautiful and Blaine was so happy and who needed the past because right now the present was so good. 

They raised the tent where Blaine’s parents had always raised it before, just by the end of the trees, where the rock stopped and met the earth. It was perfect there because it stood in the shade and got protected from theoretical wind. 

  But, since none of them had raised a tent before, it took them almost a full hour. An hour filled with curses and grunts, but also a bit of laughter, and when they met inside the tent whilst it was still just one great big piece of synthetic cloth, they had to kiss. It was pretty much mandatory to kiss in such a situation. 

  The tent was one meant for four people, se they had plenty of room inside for both themselves and the mountain of stuff Blaine’d packed.

  “My mom used to over-pack worse than I do,” Blaine explained. “So dad bought the four-man tent as a sort of joke.”

  Kurt was laying on his back directly on the tent’s floor, looking up at the blue ceiling. He felt light in every sense of the word, and it was such an incredible feeling he avoided speaking, afraid maybe it would go away if he used his voice.

  Blaine lay down beside him once he’d finished stacking up their things in one of the corners in a way he was satisfied with, laying his head on Kurt’s chest, an arm around his stomach. 

  They lay like that for a long time, eyes closed, breathing each other in, drifting in and out of sleep. It was almost weirdly quiet out here, only the sound of a birds’ song breaking it. 

  Finally they fell asleep completely, not waking for several hours. And when they did, they crawled back outside, putting on hoodies to protect from the chill that had crept in over the still water. It was around ten or so in the evening, and soon the stars would come out. They sat down on the smooth white stone, close together to keep warmer.

  They sat talking softly for hours, almost whispering because somehow it felt disrespectful to talk loudly out there at night; like they’d disturb the lake or the animals sleeping in the forest around them. When it got dark enough for the stars came out, they shone brighter than Kurt’d ever seen them shine before. They laid down, arms under their heads, whispering about everything and anything that came to mind, sometimes pointing up at the sky or down at the water where a ripple had appeared, making the mirrored stars vibrate ands shiver.

  At around 3am, Blaine had gotten so cold he couldn’t keep from shaking. Lying directly on the ground for hours, barely moving, though close to someone else, got you pretty cold after a while.

  “Let’s just go inside, dumbo,” Kurt said softly when Blaine just sat up and started rubbing his arms and legs, assuring him that it was fine and that he wasn’t actually that cold.

  So they did, walking back to their temporary little home on stiff legs, feeling older than ever before. 

  After they’d finally managed to get their sleeping bags out of their way-too-small bags and crawled into them, they both let out small involuntary sighs. Warmth, finally.

  Kurt wasn’t sleepy yet, however, so in the light of the slightly buzzing camping light, Kurt wriggled out of his sleeping bag and began digging through the mountain of stuff. He crawled back into his sleeping bag thankfully a while later, but now with a book in hand.

  Blaine eyed him questioningly, reaching out a hand. Kurt handed him the book.

  It was a pocket copy of The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak. Blaine raised an eyebrow at him as he returned it to him, who smiled almost proudly.

  “I saw it when we bought furniture, and I couldn’t resist.”

  “I don’t remember that on the counter?” Blaine asked, sitting up. Kurt followed.

  “No.” Kurt said, trying his best not to smile. “I stole it. I couldn’t not.”

  Blaine had to laugh at that, and Kurt couldn’t hold back his grin. He was pretty proud of it himself, even if he’d stolen the book from a second-hand shop.

  “So would it be okay if I read it a little?” Kurt asked, already opening the book.

  “What, no, of course,” Blaine said. “Of course, what’s with the asking?”

  Kurt stared down at the book stubbornly, ears reddening. “Well I – I just thought that since this is – and I just wanted to, like –” He groaned. “Never mind. I don’t know.”

  Blaine laughed softly. He was falling so hard for this new side of Kurt, and he’d started loving every second of loving him. 

  He’d only read the first three words on the first page when Blaine cleared his throat softly in a way that made him look up. “What?” he said.

  Blaine smiled so quickly he almost missed it, then asked, “Could you maybe read out loud?”

  Kurt stared, mouth falling a little open. “Huh?”

  Blaine chuckled. “Do you think that maybe you could read for me? I love listening to your voice and I’ve heard that book’s rather good. So would you mind?”

  He stared wordlessly for another twenty seconds. What? What – why? Why would he want that? And was Kurt okay with it? Did he like reading out loud? He was just getting into reading silently to himself– he wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of reading out loud. But then he looked over at Blaine, for just a tiny second, and the warmth in his eyes and complete openness of his request made him forget about that tad of insecurity.

  He cleared his throat loudly, making a scene out of it. Blaine chuckled quietly, watching him.

  “Death and Chocolate,” Kurt said, reading the title of the prologue, tasting the words, seeing how he liked reading out loud. It didn’t seem too bad. He carried on, reading the first couple of lines, “First the colours. Then the humans. That’s usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.”

  Blaine shifted beside him, and he looked over, but was just gestured to to carry on. A second later Blaine was lying down again, hands under his head, eyes closed, listening. For a second Kurt got almost overwhelmed by the fact that he had his full attention.

  “Here’s a small fact,” he carried on. “You are going to die.” Kurt smiled a little at the words; he liked imagining Death with a sense of humor, if Death existed as a… thing, of some kind, that was. “I am in all truthfulness attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic, though most people find themselves hindered in believing me, no matter my protestations. Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the As. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

  He found quickly that he actually kind of liked reading out loud. At least reading out loud to Blaine. He liked how Blaine was smiling as he listened, even if a nine-year-old girl had just attended the funeral of her little brother. Though the idea of Blaine ‘loving listening to his voice’ seemed insane to him. His voice was the worst, all high and squeaky. But, in all honesty, it was a lot weirder that Blaine actually love him – like, all of him – than the fact that he loved his voice. Few things made him happier, however.

  The reading went well until, all of a sudden, there was German involved. Kurt stopped the first time he saw it. He didn’t know German? Why was there German in an English book? He didn’t know how to pronounce that. How the fuck did you pronounce that?

  He tried.

  They both started laughing.

  Kurt continued reading, and Blaine continued listening with that slight smile on his lips, until they both had to squint because their eyes were so dry, and Kurt’s voice was getting seriously raspy. They’d gotten a good hundred pages into the book by then, though; only 400-sometimes pages left.

When Kurt woke up the next morning, Blaine was already up, his sleeping bag gaping empty beside him. After dragging out on it for a couple of minutes, he crawled outside into the surprisingly warm morning. The first thing he saw was Blaine’s clothes on the ground, the second was Blaine’s head in the lake.

  Kurt shook his head, laughing, making Blaine notice him. He waved at him from the water, then urged him to join. “You’re fucking insane.” Kurt mumbled, shaking his head again. 

  He walked back to the tent and retrieved their breakfast for the day; just fruit, Kurt decided, as he wasn’t big on breakfasts. And since they didn’t have a refrigerator they didn’t have things like milk or butter with them. And he wouldn’t in a million years cook eggs or some shit like that, especially now that that would require lighting a fire first. So fruit it was – Kurt’s most common breakfast, even more so now when he tried to drink as little as possible.

  Blaine came out of the water some twenty minutes later, naked and dripping water all over the white stone under his feet. Kurt took a moment to eye him in pleased amusement before he finally gave him his towel, which Blaine wrapped around himself appreciatively.

  “Warm in the water?” Kurt asked with a little smirk, taking a big bite from an apple.

  “Not really,” Blaine admitted, teeth clattering violently. “But it’s fine once your body adjusts. Not for the faint of heart though, so think before you jump in with me later.”

  Kurt pushed his shoulder roughly and Blaine laughed, teeth still clattering, his lips the faintest shade of purple.

  They took a walk through the forest later that day, Blaine pointing something out every once in a while, telling him a little about a memory that would enter his mind upon seeing a certain thing, or saying how this and that had been different last time. Kurt was just happy to not have to think of and talk about his own past. And even if he’d felt like talking about the happier parts of his childhood, there weren’t many things that had happened outside Lima. They’d rarely went anywhere, actually, him and his family, but that was fine. They’d have some great times at home. Going somewhere else and have fun tended to get over-rated, Kurt thought – you could enjoy yourself at home too, if only you had people around you who could make your life worthwhile where you were. Which, right now, Kurt certainly did.

  He reached for Blaine’s hand, holding it firmly with his own, almost as if to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. Blaine gave him a questioning look and Kurt had to look away, almost sheepishly, biting his tongue. Blaine shrugged and returned Kurt’s firm grip, telling him that of course he wasn’t going anywhere, as he continued talking about how he’d fallen over there and how his dad had carried him back to the car and how he’d gotten a free ice-cream cone when they stopped at a rest stop to get ice for the cut on his cheek he’d gotten from a sharp branch.

  Kurt loved hearing about the happy parts of Blaine’s past, he decided once they were back to their little camp, finally letting go of Blaine’s hand, but not of the happiness in his heart.

  After their totally 5-star dinner made over an open fire, Kurt read some more from The Book Thief, and then again just before they went to sleep.

The next day it was even warmer, and after they’d eaten lunch, which had involved having to light a fire, making the air even hotter, Kurt joined Blaine in the water. It really was cold. He got in with hands knot into fists and his tongue firmly stuck between his teeth. Blaine laughed, though it was obvious that he thought it was cold too.

  “Oh wow,” Kurt said once he’d adjusted enough to the cold to speak, laughing through his nose. Blaine had dunked his head under the water, and now his black curls were hanging far into his eyes. “I’m not the only one in need of a haircut, it seems?”

  Blaine laughed, hair still in his eyes. “I like it like this.” he said, then swam over to Kurt and made him wet his hair too. For him his hair reached halfway down his cheeks where it was the longest.

  They swam until their limbs got heavy even while in the water, then crawled back up on land, shivering both from the sudden cold of the air and from the exhaustion of their bodies. They sat down on their towels only far enough from the water so they wouldn’t get wet, their toes still playing in the water, drying in the sun. Somehow they ended up closer than side by side after a while; neither was sure really how it happened, but suddenly Blaine was lying with half his body over Kurt’s, then his whole.

  They lay like that for a long time, kissing lazily, nothing more really happening, until Blaine’s body felt like it was on fire and he had to put a shirt on. 

  When they were putting on a new set of clothes in the tent, with the low ceiling and actually-pretty-small-space-even-if-it-was-meant-for-four-people, they somehow somehow managed to get sidetracked and used their first condom.

  They took another quick swim afterwards, washing off the sweat and everything else needing washing-off, and of some reason ended up going to sleep for a couple of hours, both completely exhausted.

  That evening they lit a fire to keep themselves warm, and Kurt got out his guitar, strumming random chords and humming absentmindedly, listening to whatever Blaine was saying but not saying much himself.

  A song came into mind then, one that his mom had loved. He hadn’t heard it in years, and didn’t know the chords, but the melody must’ve been accurate, because Blaine started humming along. After a moment he sang the first lines, quietly, quietly to himself.

I'll light the fire
You place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

  He looked over at Kurt, a little smile on his face. Kurt nodded, urging him to keep going, closing his eyes. Blaine continued sining, his soft voice sending shivers trough Kurt’s body.

Staring at the fire
For hours and hours
While I listen to you
Play your love songs
All night long for me
Only for me

  Kurt smiled a little, peeking at Blaine through an almost-closed eyelid. He got busted immediately, Blaine looking directly at him with his full attention, eyes shining brightly in the light of the fire, giving off a look of molten gold. Kurt looked down at his guitar and, after a deep breath, he joined in, careful not to over-voice Blaine’s voice.

Come to me now
And rest your head for just five minutes
Everything is good
Such a cosy room
The windows are illuminated
By the evening sunshine through them
Fiery gems for you
Only for you

Our house is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you
And our la,la,la, la,la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la

Our house, is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats in the yard,
Life used to be so hard
Now everything is easy
'Cause of you

And our…

I'll light the fire
While you place the flowers in the vase
That you bought today

 The song came to an end, and they sat quiet and still for a moment. Then they started laughing softly, momentarily too shy to look at the other.

  “Well that came out of nowhere.” Kurt said quietly after a few seconds.

  Blaine hummed. “‘T was pretty nice, though, don’t you think?”

  “Yeah,” he said with a nod. “yeah, I think so too.”

  “Our voices sound kick-ass together too.” Blaine added with a joking smile. Kurt laughed with a little hum, going back to strumming at his guitar lazily, watching the flames of their campfire.

  Later, when night was falling, Blaine got up to pee, and returned with The Book Thief in hand. He handed it to Kurt in a silent request, and Kurt smiled with one side of his mouth, setting down his guitar gently beside him. He picked up where they’d left off, and Blaine laid down on the blanket on which they sat, making himself comfortable.

  When it was really getting dark, the mosquitoes (and about a thousand other insects) got even more drawn to their little fire. Soon the air was filled with their high-pitched… noise, making both boys’ skin itch. Finally, with a little sound of irritation, Blaine got up to get the bug net from the tent. 

  It was big, but not big enough to allow Blaine to continue lying down. So instead, he made do with sitting up, leaning his head against Kurt’s shoulder, following the words on the page as Kurt read them out loud until his eyes fell shut, too tired to read but not too tired to listen.

  After another 100 pages, Kurt’s throat was starting to get soar, and Blaine was half asleep, so they decided to just put out the fire and call it a night.

  “More tomorrow?” Blaine asked, getting back under the bug net once he was sure the fire was completely dead.

  “More tomorrow.” Kurt agreed in his raspy voice, touching his nose to Blaine’s.

  They got stuck there for a while, squeezed together under a bug net with more than a few too-big holes, the stars and half-moon watching over them from the dark night sky as they kissed quietly, breathing each other in and mumbling stupid nothings against each others lips, being so oblivious it was almost funny; they had no idea just how in love they actually were.

Kurt awoke in the early hours of the morning by one of the most horrible noises he’d ever heard. He sat up, blurry-eyed and groggy with sleep. The sounds came again. It was loud and high-pitched and absolutely horrible to be woken up by, and also completely impossible to ignore.

  “What the fuck is that?” he moaned, rubbing his eyes.

  “‘S my phone,” mumbled Blaine, turning around in his sleeping bag, clearly more asleep than awake – however that was possible with that sound present.

  The noise died out just when he was about to get up and throw the damn thing away. He sighed in relief and laid back down, only to sit up straight as a pole about one millisecond later, when the obnoxious ringtone returned.

  Kurt furiously untangled himself from his wonderfully warm sleeping cocoon, sleepy steam practically bursting out of his ears. This was their last day away – why couldn’t everyone else just leave them alone for a few more hours. Not long – just a few more hours. But noooo, gotta call them at – 3 in the fucking morning, Kurt saw when he finally found Blaine’s phone in his jacket pocket –  and wake them up on their last morning together.

  “What?” he snapped into the phone, eyes closed. 

  “Kurt!” It was Santana. “Fucking finally! What the fuck took you so long?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, sleeping?” he muttered with a yawn.

  “Oh right, well,” Even Kurt’s sleep-dazed brain could hear how nervous and borderline-on-hysteric she sounded. He woke up a little more. “I’m calling you home from your little honeymoon early,” She spoke way too quickly, especially for Kurt’s current state of alertness, if that was even a proper word. Why was he holding a phone to his ear? “Quinn’s water broke!” Santana gasped from the other end of the line. Kurt sat up straight, eyes flying open.

  “What?” he said, loud enough to rouse Blaine’s from his sleep. 

  “Yeah,” Santana said with an airy little laugh. “We just arrived at the hospital. She’s having contractions and shit, but apparently it can take a couple of hours until the baby’s actually out. I don’t know how all this stuff works to be honest – just – get here. Now.” 

  She hung up, leaving Kurt to stare blankly in front of him.

  “What’s going on?” Blaine asked sleepily, rubbing his face.

  “Quihhhh…” Kurt attempted. 

  “Huh?”

  “Quinn,” he managed, phone still pressed to his ear. “Quinn.” he repeated.

  “Quinn?” Blaine asked, looking very puzzled, squinting up at him.

  “Quinn,” Kurt hissed. “The baby. They baby’s coming.”

  “Huh?” Blaine repeated.

  “The baby, Blaine. Quinn’s having her baby get yourself together we gotta go!”

  It took him another two seconds for Kurt’s words to sink in, but when they did he nearly broke his spine in half trying to get out of his sleeping bag as fast as he could.

  The next twenty minutes was a total blur to the both of them; going from asleep to packing in such short time was confusing, and added stress on-top of the stress already there because Quinn was having her baby and they were two hours away. They packed their camp together quickly and badly, cursing and  jumping on the spot as they thought of the next thing needed to be done, and doing unnecessarily big gestures with their entire bodies, talking quickly and unclearly.

  Finally, they were off, but still twenty minutes from the car. They ran as quickly as they could, and since the food was almost all gone and they’d poured the rest of their water into the lake, the weight was at least a little less heavy. It still took them over ten minutes to reach to pickup, and once they were finally inside it, Kurt froze. Suddenly he didn’t know how to start the car or where his seatbelt was. In fact he didn’t know how to do anything but stare blankly in front of him and breath very heavily.

  “Kurt,” Blaine said, from his side, reaching out and touching his arm. “Kurt, we need to go. We’ll get there in time, but we need to go.”

  It was another couple of seconds before the words reached him, but finally they were on their way.

  Kurt had difficulties sitting still in his seat, like an excited kid on their way to the pet store. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or happy or nervous or scared or maybe a mix of all of them. Somewhere down the road Blaine’s hand found his way into his and he squeezed it hard, not daring to take his eyes off the road as he pressed way over the speed limit. He had to get there in time. He couldn’t miss it.

  He couldn’t wait, he realized. He couldn’t wait to meet Quinn’s child.

  He could feel Blaine grinning next to him, and he mirrored his expression. They were both nervous beyond words, but also over-flowing with excitement.

  Kurt had to fight with all the willpower he had not to drive as fast as he could, already pressing the old pickup for speed far harder that he ever had before.

  It felt like they’d been driving forever, but now they had only approximately forty minutes left to the hospital.

  “I hope we don’t miss it. We didn’t miss it, did we? We didn't, right?”

  “No, no, of course not,” Blaine assured, squeezing his hand tighter. “Of course not.”

  There was a light a head of them, and Kurt pressed the car for even more speed as he saw it turn to green. He was pretty sure he would explode if he’d have to stop at a fucking traffic light. 

  “You won’t make it,” Blaine warned, tensing as they picked up speed. 

  “I will.” Kurt said through his teeth, the car screaming in protest.

  Ahead of them, only a few meters away now, the light turned red, but Kurt didn’t stop. There were never any cars there, and it was always red for forever. He sped on, convinced he’d see if there were any cars, and he couldn't see any.

  "Kurt!" Blaine's scream struck panic through his entire being, making him hit the breaks with everything that he had, whipping around to stare at Blaine. "Ca–!" and then it hit them.

  Everything went black immediately, their hands ripped away from each other as the entire right side of the old pickup truck got pushed in, sending it veering across the road, the loud sound of rubber against asphalt cutting the air.