Blaine rode along in silence. Kurt was next to him, squeezing his hand and constantly watching him out of the corner of his eye. Blaine pointedly ignored the looks. It wasn't that he was upset with his boyfriend or didn't appreciate his concern... he was just numb. He had been on such an emotional roller coaster over the last few weeks. The moment he thought he knew where he stood, the rug was immediately pulled out from under him. Last night had felt as if everything was right with the world again. Now he just wanted to scream. He didn't have the energy to do it though. He could only sit there. Expressionless and closed off to everyone around him, including his amazing boyfriend... technically fiancé, though they weren't really free to share that with anyone yet. He felt so separated from it now though, like it had all been just a dream.

Puck and Silas sat in the front of the detective's unmarked police car and shot wary glances toward the backseat on occasion.

They pulled up to the hospital in Westerville an hour later. Blaine and Kurt were escorted to the ICU where a doctor was waiting to talk to them. Blaine sat stiffly as he listened to Alex's prognosis. Things weren't good, but they weren't fatal anymore either. As long as he did indeed come out of the coma, he would probably make it... after a very long road of recovery. When asked what his next step would be and how much he wanted to be involved in the process, Blaine just sat in silence. Kurt carefully moved a hand to his boyfriend's back and rubbed it soothingly. The touch seemed to break Blaine out of his reverie and he looked up, drawing in a quick breath.

"Can I see him first, before I decide anything final?" The ICU doctor quickly stood to show the way.

Blaine stood still, moments later, holding Kurt's hand. The number 206 stared at him. He swallowed hard and steeled himself before opening the door.

"Do you think he can hear us?" Blaine whispered as he stood next to the bed, gripping his boyfriend's hand so tightly that Kurt was sure his circulation was being cut off. He said nothing about it though. This was not the moment.

"You know the stats as well as I do, baby." Kurt spoke in a soft voice. "Anything is possible." Blaine nodded and surprised Kurt by letting go of the doctor's hand and slowly moving forward to sit next to his husband on the edge of the bed.

"Do you want some privacy, honey? Do you want me to leave?" Blaine shook his head vehemently, but did not move his line of sight from the comatose man. He spoke slowly and softly. Kurt wasn't even sure he heard him correctly at first.

"I'm sorry Alex." Kurt felt shocked at these words, his heart jumping in his throat. (What exactly is he saying?) "I'm so sorry that things are like this. I never wanted this. Even when you cheated and I left... I never wanted anything like this. I loved you once... I loved you so much. I know you loved me too."

Kurt felt like he had been punched in the gut and he thought his heart would shatter at these words. Was Blaine actually forgiving this man?

"You made a decision though. You went down a path that you can never come back from. I'm sorry that things are this way and I'm sorry for you... but I'm not sorry about my own decisions. I'm happy. Addy is happy. I'm getting married again. It may seem soon and crazy but I'm doing it. I've never felt more right about anything in my life." Kurt felt his breath return to his body. His heart soared once again, thinking he was a fool for ever doubting this amazing man, even for a second. "As soon as we get our divorce I'll be married again, this time to the right man." He stood and moved back to Kurt. "I'm not coming to see you here again. I'm giving the doctors the go-ahead to do whatever they deem fit for you. I'll only see you if necessary for the divorce proceedings, but other than that I'm out of your life. You had your chance and you failed miserably. This is over." Blaine put his arm around Kurt's waist and started to guide him from the room. He stopped at the door and looked over his shoulder. "I hope you find a way to turn things around and be happy. I really do." The two lovers left silently, without a glance back.

Blaine talked with the ICU doctor and the detective, stating clearly that he was officially done being involved in Alex's medical decisions. He didn't want to know when he woke up. He didn't want to know when he made progress. He would have his lawyer stay in contact so that they would be aware of when they could move on with the divorce proceedings.

"I am no longer making any medical decisions for him. Do what you want. We are no longer in each other's lives and I want nothing to do with this. Is there anything else to discuss?" When everyone else in the room shook their heads silently, Blaine stood, grabbed Kurt's hand and walked out.

Alex's scream of terror echoed inside his own head. No one could hear him. No one acknowledged him.

He was in hell.

Every single inch of his body screamed in pain the moment the medicine they kept pumping into him started to wear off. Sometimes he was aware of specific voices and noises. Sometimes he was in a floaty world where random sounds would bounce around him, making no sense and leaving him confused and scared. Other times he was gone completely, sound asleep and dead to the world, returning to his state of limbo hours or days later, only to find that he was still unable to open his eyes or move his body. He would scream again.

When he dreamed, Blaine was there, still in love with him. Alex knew that he was forgiven and that everything would be okay. In his dreams they would walk along the beach, just like they had on their honeymoon. They would walk in the water, sandals in hand, arms around each other. They would gaze into one another's eyes lovingly. No words were spoken. None were needed. This was what heaven must be like. Then his consciousness would try to find him... and he was back in hell.

He was positive that this time though, as he grappled with consciousness, Blaine was actually there. His husband was sitting by his side, talking to him. At first, he would have thought it was another dream... if it hadn't been for the intense pain coursing through his body and the terrifying feeling of wanting to move, yet remaining unable to.

Then, for the first time since this whole nightmare had started, he was able to clearly understand the words someone had spoken to him.

Blaine's words.

"...I'll be married again, this time to the right man... You had your chance and you failed miserably. This is over."

Alex screamed for his husband in his head. (Please! Please don't leave! I can change! I can fix this! I need you! Please, baby...) Alex sobbed in his mind, desperately trying to break from this hazy dream world and stop his husband before he walked out of his life forever.

The voice was gone. Blaine was gone... and for once the floaty, surreal reality that he was used to did not take over.

This time he lightly twitched a finger.

Kurt walked into the house, leading an almost zombie-like Blaine behind him. He guided his boyfriend to the couch and sat him down, thankful that Carole and his dad had insisted the kids just stay over. He walked into the kitchen and made a couple of calls. Blaine was in no shape to work in the morning, and Kurt was glad to find someone to cover both of their shifts for the next day. It was late. They were exhausted and drained. Sleep was necessary. Lots of it.

"Come on, honey. Let's go to bed." Kurt pulled Blaine with him and led him to the bedroom. They stripped down and climbed into bed together, not bothering to put on pajamas. For once there was no fear of small children walking in on them and they needed to be as connected as possible. There was no thought of sex, no feelings of arousal... just pure intimacy. They wrapped their arms around each other and lay, side-by-side, staring into the other's eyes.

"Every time I think that I'm at a place where I can start to move on he finds a way to turn my whole world upside-down." The words were spoken softly, Blaine looking deeply and desperately into Kurt's eyes as though the other man was his anchor. Kurt just nodded, continually running his fingers through the dark curls. He knew that words would offer no help right now, so he just listened.

"I wish I could say that after tonight we'll officially be able to move on and never think of him again... but each time I think that, I'm proven wrong." Kurt swallowed hard, fingers faltering for just a moment. Blaine nuzzled into the doctor's hand, seeking out the comforting feeling, and Kurt pulled himself back into the moment and continued the motion.

"I think... I think that I've come to a realization tonight..." Blaine paused and let the comment hang in the air.

(Why am I so nervous? He just said at the hospital that he is marrying me and that I'm the right man for him... but what if he's changed his mind... Please, Blaine... please don't say that this is over and destroy my world...)

Kurt's stroking of Blaine's hair became a little more frantic and his hand was shaking. Blaine looked at him questioningly and reached to grab the trembling hand and pulled it to his lips.

"The realization I've come to is that Alex will always be a part of my life. I need to stop being shocked and thrown for a loop every time he crops up. When he shows up, I start thinking that it means I can't move on with my life... but that's not true."

Kurt watched his boyfriend intently, breath bated.

"I'm the only one stopping me from moving on. I've said that I'm done with him, but I prove myself wrong every time I let myself be so affected by the things he's done." He kissed Kurt's hand and pulled him closer. "We're moving on, baby. We're doing it together. I can't pretend I don't have a past but I know that you love me anyway."

Kurt nodded with a slow smile.

"And, although I think we should wait to make the official announcement until after my divorce... we are definitely engaged."

Kurt's smile rivaled the sun.

"We are getting married and our kids are going to have two amazing and loving fathers and we will live happily ever after. Alex or no Alex. End of story."

Kurt sighed happily and scooted over slightly so that he was lying on top of Blaine's chest again and resumed the gentle stroking of his boyfriend's (Wait... Fiancé's... fist pump!) hair.

"There is only one problem, sweetie." Blaine spoke softly as he pressed soft kisses to the brown hair.

"What's that?" Kurt traced lazy patterns in the nurse's hair and down his cheek.

"That was seriously the suckiest proposal in the history of proposals. I didn't even have a ring."

Kurt smirked, "It was decidedly unromantic, I must admit."

"I'm going to do it right. Even though you've already said yes and I'm considering you my fiancé in my head, I'm totally asking you again, the right way."

"When?" Kurt felt tingles of excitement run through his body.

"When we are in the clear and can be public about it. Other than that I am giving you no more information." Blaine smirked into the top of the doctor's head, loving the secrecy.

"Okay." Kurt smirked right back, loving the anticipation.

They lay in silence for a while, touching and caressing each other lightly. It was comforting and loving and beautiful.

"Blaine?"

"Yes, Kurt?"

"Move in tomorrow... officially. It's ridiculous for you to still be paying rent. Let's just get your stuff and move you and Addy in. I-if you want to that is. Seriously no pressure." Kurt turned slightly and propped his chin up on the other man's chest to look him in the face, hoping he hadn't sounded too demanding. Blaine just grinned.

"Of course I want to. Tomorrow it is." Blaine leaned in to kiss his fiancé sweetly on the mouth.

They both settled down then and closed their eyes, drifting off into a dream world. Their heads were filled with images of the future. Living together as a family, a real proposal, a wedding, calling each other husband, more kids...

They each stayed in the other's arms for the entire night. Happy... content... fulfilled.