"I think we have everything we need." Sam gathered his things and placed them in his briefcase. "We will officially file the paperwork on Monday and set the court date. It looks like we are in agreement on everything so it should go fairly smoothly."

Nick and Blaine were sitting on the same side of the table, across from Sam. Alex was in his chair, still off to the side. Detective Jones was standing in the corner by the door, ready to take the man into custody the moment the meeting was finished.

Alex had refused to look at Blaine for the entire meeting. He had refused to talk to anyone. While the man had clearly not been in his right mind for the last weeks, this attitude was entirely new. He seemed less crazed and rather gone completely. Instead of muttering to himself and letting out ill-timed smiles and laughs, he just appeared dead to the world. The only time he had broken out of his unresponsiveness was to sign the finalized papers. Even then it was barely a scribble.

Blaine had no idea what to think. Alex had gone through such a complete transformation since this whole thing had started. The man in front of him was a total stranger.

All stood to leave and Blaine saw the detective approach his soon to be ex-husband. Handcuffs were hanging from the officer's belt.

"Stop, please."

Both lawyers and the detective were surprised at Blaine's request. "I want to talk to my husband alone." Silas started to speak, clearly intent on arguing. Blaine gave him a look that stopped him in his tracks. "I need to do this. You can all wait right outside." After a moment, and with much hesitation on the officer's part, they left the two men alone.

Blaine crossed the room and pulled a chair up to where Alex was still seated in the corner. Alex visibly reacted for the first time since Blaine had entered the room. He didn't meet his eye, but he tensed and cocked his chin slightly in the nurse's direction. Blaine reached over slowly and took the other man's hand.

"I want to say thank you, Alex."

The invalid swallowed hard.

"I'm not going to pretend that I know why or how all of this happened. I don't even know who you are anymore... but despite how much you've changed, I know that letting us go couldn't have been easy for you."

Alex looked down at the hand Blaine was holding.

"Thank you for giving me the divorce without a fight. Thank you for not trying to take Addy or involving her in this. Thank you for agreeing to help pay for her care. I will make sure she can go to the college of her dreams someday now... that means a lot to me."

Alex's fingers twitched, almost like he was trying to hold Blaine's hand back but couldn't bring himself to do it fully.

"I'm getting married again after our divorce. I-I told you, actually, while you were still in your coma. I doubt you heard me though."

The man in the wheelchair stayed mostly unresponsive with the exception of another tiny twitch of his fingers.

"He's wonderful. I love him... but I'll never stop caring about you, Alex."

Finally, a real response. Alex turned and looked Blaine in the eye.

"I don't love you anymore," Blaine choked this out, tears streaming down his face. "That doesn't mean I don't care at all though." He gripped Alex's hand tighter. "Please get better, okay?"

Alex just looked Blaine in the eye but didn't speak. Blaine sighed when he realized he wouldn't get a vocal response. He stood to leave. A rough voice stopped him though as he exited the door.

"Goodbye, Blaine."

Silas walked silently down the hall, pushing the man in the wheelchair.

Alex slumped suddenly in his chair, going pale, his breathing becoming shallow.

"Hey man, are you okay? Do you need help? Alex?" The detective panicked and ran down the hall yelling for a doctor.

The moment he was alone Alex dove from his chair and into the medical supply closet he had strategically stopped them next to. The pain in his legs was almost unbearable, but he forced himself to stay upright.

Silas noticed what had happened just a moment too late. He dashed back and scrambled for the door. "Open up, shithead! Open up now!"

Alex thrust a heavy oxygen tank in front of the door to buy him a moment. He frantically searched the shelves. He would find what he needed in here. He knew it.

"Oh god, right there baby," Kurt groaned as he pulled Blaine closer.

"On your desk." The nurse grunted as he lifted the doctor up and climbed on top of him. For once he was incredibly grateful for the doctor's fastidiousness as only a few papers and a stapler were in their way. He pushed those off with a sweep of his arm. He then moved his hand down to his fiancé's belt and zipper.

"If you would just..." he yanked at the belt in frustration as it refused to budge, " ...wear scrubs like me, our office sex would go so much more smoothly."

"I'll take a note about that." Kurt reached in between them and unhooked the stubborn piece of leather before reaching into Blaine's scrubs to pull out the other man's dick.

"Good luck reading your own writing. I'll have to interpret for you."

The doctor grasped both of them in one hand as best he could and worked to stroke them together. Blaine's eyes rolled back in his head. "You're hilarious," the doctor gasped. "Damn, baby! You're almost too big for me to do this..."

Blaine laughed breathlessly, "I'll take that as a compliment... Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... Dr. Hummel... " The nurse muffled a yell into the other man's shoulder as he came with force, squirting cum all over the dress shirt of the man underneath him. He rested his head for just a moment in a blissful orgasmic high before tucking himself back inside his boxers and scooting down to suck Kurt off. The doctor was so close that it took only moments. Blaine pulled off just as he sensed his fiancé's climax and finished him with a jerk of his hand, kissing him roughly.

Kurt lay flat on the desk, breathing heavily, covered in the other man's cum. "I feel so good and so gross at the same time." He opened his eyes and looked to Blaine who was standing there in amusement, a hand full of white goo. Kurt's gaze grew wary.

"What are you going to do with that... wait a minute.. let me get a tissue..." Kurt looked at Blaine with shock and horror as the nurse wiped his hand on the doctor's already ruined shirt.

"You bastard."

"It's called dry-cleaning, darling. You were already covered by mine anyway." The curly haired man unbuttoned the shirt and pulled off the tie with a grin. "I have scrubs you can wear."

"Still," Kurt rolled his eyes affectionately. "You didn't need to add to it. You're such a boy." He grasped the nurse's curls and pulled him in for a kiss as he allowed himself to be undressed. "Have you noticed that we do things backwards sometimes?"

Blaine looked at him in confusion as he patted the other man's backside, wordlessly asking him to lift himself, so he could remove the dress pants.

"We already had sex and now you're undressing me." Blaine just shrugged as he handed Kurt the spare scrubs from his bag. As the doctor pulled them on, he turned to the nurse questioningly.

"Can we talk about the fact that you called out 'Dr. Hummel' as you came? I'm pretty sure that is the first time you've done that." Blaine just smirked.

"I've had a little 'the doctor is doing me on his desk' fantasy pretty much since I met you..." He pulled Kurt in for a kiss just after the doctor pulled the scrubs top on, leaving his hair a sexy mess.

"Remind me to tell you of the naughty professor fantasy I've had about you for a bit now..."

Blaine never got to question the 'professor' part as Kurt's beeper went off. Seconds later someone was pounding in his office door.

The two men looked at each other anxiously and Blaine dove to open the door as Kurt grabbed his stethoscope from where it had fallen.

"Dr. Hummel," Simone was breathless, as if she had been running. "You need to come right now. It's Darla."

Kurt sank down to the floor in the break room, exhausted. The green scrubs shirt he was wearing was soaked around the neck in sweat. He pushed his glasses up on his head to rub his tired eyes. The frames caught momentarily on his hair and with a frustrated yell he yanked them off and whipped them across the room. They broke with a quiet crack against the wall. He leaned his head back against the wall and a small tear finally escaped, the first of the night. He couldn't think anymore. He couldn't function.

I just want to go home.

Puck walked up the front walk to Kurt's house. He was glad to see lights on.

Maybe he should have called first…

The news was too big though. He couldn't even think of a way to start a phone conversation. No, this needed to be done in person. He didn't know if he hoped it was Blaine who answered the door or not. He supposed it didn't matter.

He slowly raised his hand to knock lightly.

Kurt walked through the front door at two in the morning. He wasn't surprised to see Blaine up still, sitting on the couch. The nurse had left reluctantly when his shift had ended to pick up the kids and head home.

The doctor crossed the room and sat down next to the nurse, curling himself into the other man's side. Blaine's arm came down around him slowly.

"How is Darla?" A choked whisper came from Blaine's mouth. Kurt shook his head into the shoulder of the arm surrounding him.

'It's bad, baby. Her immune levels had dropped below 100. She has a fever that won't go away…" Kurt's voice broke. 'I don't think she's going to make it through the night."

Blaine turned and wrapped both arms around his fiancé. Kurt let himself melt into the embrace for a second before noticing that something was off. Blaine felt stiff, like he was only partially in the moment. This was odd for such an emotionally connected man. The doctor pulled back to look the nurse in the face and saw something in the man's eyes that scared him.

"What is it? Something else is wrong. Are the kids okay?" Kurt started to stand to check on the children but was stopped by Blaine's hand.

"The kids are fine, Kurt. They are actually spending the night with Puck." Kurt sank back down looking surprised.

"What? Why Puck? I mean that's fine, but it doesn't make any…"

"Alex is dead."

Kurt stared at him. Blaine's eyes were closed.

"You… you just saw him yesterday. They were taking him…"

"He managed to get his hands on some morphine somehow. He overdosed… they are guessing it was on purpose."

Kurt just felt horror.

"The last thing I told him was that I still cared about him and to get better. All he said was 'goodbye'. Ten minutes later he killed himself."

Blaine's eyes were still closed, but tears were streaming down his face.

Kurt could only sit and stare, starting to shake.

This was too much. It was all too much.

How could they expect to start fresh when things like this kept happening? No matter what they did, life kept kicking them in the ass.

Tonight's tumultuous emotional peak was the tipping point. They would surely break now. How could they possibly keep going on?

The men sat right next to each other, but felt so alone. Both crying, both grieving… both incredibly lost.

Suddenly a soft beat caught Kurt's ear.

Blaine had his iPod hooked up to the speakers in the living room and music was playing, barely audible. Kurt hadn't even noticed it at first.

He noticed it now though. Now it was perfect. The timing was perfect. This was the perfect song.

Kurt pulled a surprised Blaine to his feet and drew the shorter man into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Blaine whispered hoarsely.

"Dance with me." Kurt spoke softly and brokenly into the other man's ear.

"What?" Blaine pulled back for just a moment, almost seeming irritated. "Kurt, this isn't the moment…"

"Listen to the song, Blaine."

Blaine listened, trying to understand. Kurt spoke again.

"We need this. Please dance with me."

So they did.

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady something empty's within them
We say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear

Blaine pulled back, looking Kurt in the eye steadily. Tears were still running down his face. Pulling the doctor close once more, he swayed them both to the beat.

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

Kurt tipped his head back to kiss the other man desperately. They were both sobbing at this point, letting their grief overwhelm them. They soaked up every bit of strength the other had to offer.

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn't so

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got

What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on
And I don't even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
So I'm picking up the pieces, now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again

They locked eyes, still swaying, still clinging to each other. This wouldn't kill them. This wouldn't stop them. They may feel like life was swallowing them whole but it wasn't true.

They had each other.

Every time life kicked them down they would start fresh... together.

All I want to do
Is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven't got
I'm holding on to what I haven't got
I'm holding on to what I haven't got

This is not the end, this is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone and the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady something empty's within them
We say yeah with fists flying up in the air
Like we're holding onto something that's invisible there
Cause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it, forget it let it all disappear