Blaine couldn't concentrate on anything else, so he flooded his body devoid of emotion. He knew if he thought about it too much, or glanced at Rachel in the backseat cradling Kurt's head in her lap too often, he would go insane from stress. But he had to ask.

"How is he," Blaine chanced through clenched teeth, royally angry by a douche bag in a Porsche that kept cutting him off. Blaine blared his horn and slammed his foot on the gas, lurching Rachel forward who was feeling Kurt's chest and wrist.

"He's still breathing, but he's clammy and his heartbeat is slow," Rachel responded shakily. "Blaine what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Blaine said, his voice like steel, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, after some hollering, people from the ER rushed out to put Kurt on a stretcher. Blaine tripped over his numb feet as they wheeled Kurt away and out of sight, while various ER nurses insisted that they hurriedly explain what happened and what his symptoms were prior to fainting. But Blaine's mind couldn't catch up. All was a blur. However, Rachel took the reins in a monotone voice while Blaine's world was just white noise.

"Are you guys family?" one of the nurses asked with a clipboard in hand and a pen stuck behind her ear, breaking Blaine from his reverie. Both him and Rachel shook their heads. "Then you'll have to wait out here. A doctor should be out here shortly."

Blaine wrung his hands together, full-fledged panic beginning to settle in his chest, but Rachel led him to a seat. "Blaine, he's going to be okay. Maybe he just hasn't been eating well enough or something. He's been nauseous for days."

"He had a fever last night, but it went away once he woke up," Blaine responded, feeling like it was an explanation - an excuse - to reason Kurt's well-being. Blaine pressed his knuckles to his temple chanting over and over again in his head; he's going to be okay.

After what felt like hours, with Rachel's constant rubbing of his back and words of encouragement a voice broke Blaine's dark world of worry. Blaine hated it here.

"Friends of patient Kurt Hummel?"

Rachel surged to her feet to greet the tall doctor with a strong jaw, "Yes, that's us. Is he going to be okay? What happened?" The doctor looked very grave and it made Blaine want to scream at the top of his lungs, bracing himself for the worst.

"I suggest that you call family, because I'm looking at his file and there was no indication of his current condition, and he needs to be put on a treatment regimen straightaway," he rambled.

"Just tell us what's wrong," Blaine pleaded, squeezing Rachel's arm. Could he just rip off the band-aid quickly and get it over with?

The doctor took a deep breath. "The reason Mr. Hummel lost consciousness was because his system was compromised from fighting off the common cold-"

"What that doesn't make any sense, Kurt is the most healthy person I know," Blaine interrupted, but the doctor put up a hand because he had more to say.

"After further testing, we discovered that Mr. Hummel is HIV positive."

“WHAT?!” Rachel and Blaine both shrieked. The doctor twitched backward as if he was about to be struck by them.

Blaine spluttered unable to process the information. “But Kurt is always so safe-”

“HIV is a very prevalent problem in the gay community,” The doctor began to explain, but Rachel cut him off furiously.

“We know it is, and Kurt is also very aware. He gets tested at the clinic all the time,” Rachel’s voice was picking up volume, trying to reason with the reality. “When he broke his collarbone last year from falling off a scaffolding they said he was clean!”

The doctor frowned. “That’s what his file said, like I mentioned earlier. That’s why this must be a very recent happenstance. We should be thankful we caught it early.”

“But,” Blaine still objected. “Kurt always uses protection and he.. and he..,” Blaine trailed off knowing that Kurt does in fact have promiscuous tendencies. His throat closed up.

The doctor sighed. “That must be why he turned white as a ghost when I told him.”

“Wait.. so he’s awake,” Rachel interjected, bouncing nervously on the balls of her feet.

“Yes,” the doctor responded. “And after you contact family of Mr. Hummel, you two can go see him one at a time. We’d like to keep him for a couple days for observation and further tests, but he should be able to go home by the end of the week. I implore you though that family is necessary to discuss further action to fight his condition. We don’t want to wait until it gets worse, like turning to full-blown AIDS.”

Blaine shuddered. After the doctor explained the route to Kurt’s room with a few gestures of his hand, he left leaving Blaine and Rachel to mull things over.

“Rachel,” Blaine finally croaked. “I don’t know who to call.”

“It’s okay,” she assured. “I’ll call his dad. He’ll arrange the next flight here in light of this, knowing him.”

As Rachel pulled out her cellphone to dial Kurt’s dad’s number, it really dawned on Blaine that he really didn’t know much about Kurt’s personal life. They rarely discussed it since it was mostly Blaine bitching about his deadbeat father after the fact. Blaine recalled Kurt mentioning once or twice about a stepbrother named Finn, but nothing really more than that except for their pasts in Ohio. It was like a swift punch to the gut because Blaine felt like nothing to Kurt. Just his teacher he hooked up with a couple times and spent a few quiet evenings with. But it was so much more than that, and nobody seemed to understand.

Furthermore, Blaine didn’t know what to think about Kurt suddenly being positive. During the brief period where they broke up, he somehow got infected. But by who? Blaine suddenly felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Kurt sleeping with some sleaze who spaced a condom, and Kurt was too drunk to remember or realize.

“Kurt? Kurt? Does someone know where Kurt Hummel is?” An out of breath voice inquired hurriedly at the front desk, rousing Blaine’s attention. It was then Blaine just realized he was sitting with his head in his hands again, staring at the floor and Rachel had already left to go see Kurt. Blaine now seemed like the one with health issues.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not at liberty to give out that information,” the receptionist said sternly to the person looking for Kurt.

“But i’m his boyfriend,” he insisted, but clearly the receptionist didn’t give him what he wanted to hear. However, Blaine turned fully in his chair to notice the culprit was Sebastian, his coat zipped up haphazardly and his hair a mess.

“Boyfriend?” Blaine interjected, getting to his feet. Sebastian instantly puffed up at the sight of him. “How did you know he was here?”

“Well,” Sebastian began bitchily. “After I found out you broke his heart, I waited for him after class every day.. as if you would notice anyway. And a student informed me of him being rushed to the hospital in the middle of class. So here I am.”

Blaine frowned. “But you’re not his boyfriend,” he stated flatly, because that was the most important part of the sentence. “I am.”

“He doesn’t seem to know that,” Sebastian scoffed. “Anyway, what’s wrong with him? Have you found out?”

“Yes,” Blaine said through his teeth, his fists clenched. Like he really needed to deal with this right now when he was already worried out of his mind on top of everything that has happened in the past 24 hours.

“Well?” Sebastian prompted with a lift of his eyebrows, his eyes burning with clear hatred.

“Well,” Blaine mocked. “If you’re his supposed boyfriend, shouldn’t you know already?”

“Come off it Anderson,” Sebastian sneered. “I’ve been with him the past few days picking up the pieces of his broken heart by filling him up with cock. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes actually,” Blaine growled, his nostrils flaring. “Have you made sure he was being safe?”

Sebastian looked slightly taken-aback, his mouth forming incoherent, soundless words before, “Why do you ask?”

“Because,” Blaine said testily. “Kurt is in here because he’s HIV positive. Would you know something about that?”

Sebastian deadpanned, considering Blaine for the longest time. “No, I wouldn’t,” Sebastian finally said through thin lips, all color leaving his face. “Can I see him?”

“I don’t think that’s a-”

“Blaine!” Rachel called as she approached out of nowhere, her cheeks flushed as if she had been jogging. “Kurt’s doing okay.”

“Good,” Sebastian snipped as Blaine nodded, squeezing Rachel’s hand as reassurance.

“He just wants to see you,” Rachel insisted to Blaine, who side-eyed Sebastian for a moment with a poorly disguised look of distaste.

“Can I go first?” Sebastian asked annoyingly. “Blainers here can wait, alright?”

Sebastian clapped him on the shoulder roughly before tearing off in the direction where Rachel came, and Blaine hesitated in stopping him. It actually really hit Blaine then that he was actually afraid of facing Kurt. Oh god, what if Kurt thought Blaine infected him? Or worse, did Kurt infect Blaine?

“While Sebastian is visiting with Kurt, I think I should go get tested,” Blaine informed stiffly, and Rachel cringed.

However, she still joined him as he dragged his feet toward a nurse and he informed her that he wanted to be screened for any and all sexual transmitted diseases. Blaine was told to wait again for the next available nurse, and Rachel rubbed his thigh soothingly.

“So what did Kurt’s dad say on the phone?” Blaine asked, looking for something to talk about. He needed to keep his mind and mouth busy, even with idle chitter-chatter because he didn’t want to ponder the worst. After a carefully structured life, it was really falling apart for Blaine, wasn’t it?

“I didn’t really have to say anything,” Rachel said somberly. “All I had to say was that Kurt was in the hospital and Burt was already online booking a flight.”

“Burt,” Blaine repeated. “That’s Kurt’s dad’s name? I didn’t know.”

“Really?” Rachel laughed lightly. “I just hope he isn’t bringing Finn.”

“The stepbrother,” Blaine acknowledged triumphantly. He at least retained one fact about Kurt’s home life. “Why is he an asshole or something?”

Rachel made a face. “No, it’s just that we’re.. well he’s my ex-boyfriend. Ex-fiancee actually.”

“Wait,” Blaine stammered, confused. “You’re dating Quinn though. So you’re... bisexual?”

Thankfully Rachel giggled at Blaine’s embarrassment. It was probably rude to ask somebody’s sexuality but she still sighed knowingly. “It’s just a very long story involving a love-triangle, but it turned out alright in the end. Not too much blood was shed. But that's a story for a later time." Rachel paused for a moment. "I hear he’s found someone, but things can still be a little awkward.”

“I can get that,” Blaine affirmed, feeling himself drift into his head again.

Sebastian still hadn’t come back when Blaine was taken behind one of the curtains to get his blood drawn and felt up. The nurse went straight to business, asking him questions and for the information of his normal doctor to send his results to. It was all over in a matter of minutes, and Blaine was given a candy with his wrapped up arm to keep his blood sugar optimal.

Blaine was going to join Rachel again, who was flipping idly through a magazine when there was a loud clatter, commotion and a screaming voice.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, SEBASTIAN. GET OUT!”

Blaine had no difficultly recognizing that it was Kurt yelling. A few nearby hospital employees rushed into the room, probably to calm Kurt down. From the sound of it, Kurt probably ripped something from his vitals. Blaine rushed over, trying to see if everything was okay and was caught with the sight of Kurt thrashing in his bed, two men in white trying to settle him down. Kurt's face was completely red from screaming in rage.

“IT’S YOUR FAULT! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU-”

“Kurt I’m sorry,” Sebastian repeated impishly, cowering in the doorway and lowering his head. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“LEAVE BEFORE I KILL YOU!” Kurt was shrieking to the point where his voice nearly cracked and gave out.

Blaine went to his side without thinking. “Kurt, what’s wrong?”

Kurt’s eyes filled with tears at the sight of Blaine, pointing a weak finger in Sebastian’s direction.

“Him,” Kurt whispered heavily. “He’s positive too. He infected me, Blaine. He’s ruined my life.”

Kurt started to sob as a nurse ran in to inject something into his IV to calm him down. But in that moment a pure, fiery hot rage burned in Blaine’s soul and he did the only thing he could in that moment to release all that was built up inside.

He swung his fist back and it collided with Sebastian’s face with a resounding smack, sending him flying to the floor.