Everything was dark and blurry, not unworthy of his gaze, but impossible to focus on. Impossible, when he knew Kurt was at the end of that tunnel, bloodied, battered...

But alive.

He picked up the pace, and faintly recalled how ridiculous he must look, running faster than he ever had before, sharp staccato of his footsteps vaguely registering in his mind, in perfect unison with the pounding of his heart.

Sobs wracked his body, face screwed up in anxious hope, and he sprinted for Kurt's room, a steady waterfall of tears streaking his face, and darkening the collar of his shirt, until he looked sufficiently insane.

And yet no one looked.

No one commented. This was a hospital, and he imagined a desperate run broke out at least once a day.

He was meters away, meters, a hand outstretched towards the sanity that warm glow promised him, and he skidded that last foot to the peeling door -

And then arms pulled him back.

He let out a strangled cry of shock and outrage that someone had had the nerve to prevent him from seeing Kurt. From stopping a man who looked like he did, so obviously wrecked. So obviously in love.

He struggled desperately, against his captors arms, cursing rather violently under his breath.

"No! Let me go, I have to see him, I have to. You don't understand!" A rush of tears followed, and he hated himself for not being stronger. Burt's gruff, but soothing tenor, washed over him, dousing him in shock.

"Blaine, you have to stop struggling. I may be spry an' all, but I'm not made for this kind of moving anymore..."

"Burt? Why... I have to see Kurt, I need him, please-"

"I know kid. I know you do. But we can't just barge in there son. This isn't prime time. We have to check in. Maybe even give him some time to recover. I'm sorry Blaine, but..." His still form suddenly started thrashing again, catching Burt by surprise, so that his grip loosened just enough that Blaine could wrestle free.

"If you think I'm waiting until tomorrow, you're insane. You honestly don't get it Burt. It's like this constant ache... like my heart has been in a vice for 2 weeks, and now, now all I need is one smile from him, and I could be free-" At another time he might have been ashamed at suddenly waxing poetic to Kurt's father, but it was the only way he could put it that anyone would understand.

"I do know." Burt had a sudden fire in his eyes.

The two men stood facing each other now, breathing heavily from their scuffle, eyes wide and overflowing with emotion.

"I was in love once. Elizabeth was the most beautiful thing..." He trailed off with an adoring look in his eyes. Blaine looked away.

"And I lost her. So don't tell me I don't get it Blaine." For the first time in their entire, awkward, Kurt based relationship... he heard a quaver in his voice.

Blaine spoke quietly in return, a whisper easily picked up by the steady whir of machinery around them.

"Then you know I can't walk away right now." Burt studied him carefully.

The boy he'd seen glimpses of at Friday night dinners, and date pick ups. The boy who was now crumpled in on himself, head bowed, not really by choice, but because the effort of looking up at people like he was okay had weighed down on him, until eye contact was impossible.

His hands trembled violently at his sides, face pale and twisted in grief. Blaine was sick with fear, and desperately in love with his boy.

He nodded once.

He needed no further confirmation. Blaine was closing that final gap in one step, wrenching the door open savagely, half expecting it to come off its hinges, half wanting it to come off its hinges, because how dare it come between him and Kurt? No one was allowed to do that.

Not anymore.

The heavy wood bounced off the wall beside it with a loud echoing bang. He stood, frozen in the doorway, time suspended in a moment of clarity.

His voice ground out a single word without his permission. The word he'd been speaking to himself in a constant mantra, falling under the heavy weight of grief every time no one responded.

"Kurt?"

The boy's head whipped around at the sound of Blaine's voice, and his face melted into an expression of pure relief. He offered him a soft smile.

"You're here." Blaine's shoulders sagged, and he felt the bindings around his heart unlock... could almost hear them fall away with a metallic clank.

He found him.

The world, which had been tilted off it's axis, righted itself, everything bathed in soft light, and exquisite happiness.

He wasn't really aware of running for the bed until he was there, so close to him, breathing in his familiar scent, and reaching frantically for confirmation that he was, indeed, here.

His breathing became erratic after mere seconds of gazing at his boyfriend, everything else but them too fast, too bright. He collapsed at Kurt's bedside, sobbing so violently that he feared something in his lungs would explode.

He heaved out a choked cry of Kurt's name, tugging at any part of him he could get to, head buried into his side, hands tightly fisted in the hospital issued fabric at his hips.

"Shh, baby... Blaine? Blaine, you're scaring me. Blaine... please don't cry. I can't... I hate it when you cry." Blaine's head raised, and he let out a shuddering breath when he took in the concern on Kurt's slightly bruise marred face.

He scrambled to his feet, shaking hands darting out to wrap themselves around Kurt's face. Kurt's rose to slide on top of them, a hopeful smile lifting the corner of his lips. Blaine's quivered now, face twisted in longing, in pent up sorrow.

"I thought I lost you." He whispered it, the simplest statement he could offer.

It was enough.

His hands were careful on his perfect skin, handling him like he could shatter into irreparable pieces, or fall away into the previous darkness of his life.

Another tear rolled down his cheek and fell to Kurt's lap. Their eyes met for a long moment.

"I'm here." Blaine gave the first, watery smile he had in weeks, and leaned in without thought to kiss him urgently. He almost wept again at the beautiful pressure of his lips against his own.

"Kurt. Kurt. Kurt." He nuzzled his face into Kurt's temple, a lost bit of himself settling back into place, found in the comfort of his embrace.

"I love you so much. A-and I couldn't breathe without you, I couldn't-couldn't live without you. Do you understand, do you understand how much I love you? Because it's not enough, I can't show you how m-much you mean to me. Kurt... You're more than my world. You're everything, I don't even know..." He closed his eyes and tried desperately to get a handle on his raging emotions.

He felt Kurt's hands slide into his hair, and relaxed immediately, despite everything. It always had that effect on him.

"I know. I know, because it's the same way I feel about you. Blaine, look at me." His eyelids slid open carefully, because what if he was still dreaming?
Kurt blinked back at him, and he was swept up in the ocean of his eyes, drowning again, in beautiful Kurt.

"I love you, you amazing, gorgeous, wonderful man. I love you." Blaine stroked a careful thumb over his jaw line, not daring to believe his extraordinary luck, and trying to control the tears that were once again threatening.

He was tired of tears. The only thing tears could do now, was blur his view of the one thing he wanted to stare at forever.

"You were so still. I thought you were gone. I thought I'd never hear you laugh, or-or see you smile, or-" He choked on the very words that had haunted him for so long... Kurt grinned back at him.

"I'll always come back for you Blaine." He almost chuckled at that, so close to the words he'd been playing in a loop for days. His mind registered the possibilities of that almost chuckle through a mist of feelings that were clogging his usual thought processes. He could be happy. Kurt had given him his life, like he had two years ago on a Dalton staircase.

Kurt continued to smile, hands stroking through his curls, making that adorable expression he did when he was marveling at their softness.

"Seriously Blaine. There was no way I was leaving you, you get that? The day you get rid of me from a mere car crash... " He trailed off, shaking his head.

"All I'm saying is the great spaghetti monster in the sky is gonna have to rip me from your arms, got it?" The other boy nodded almost violently. Kurt laughed, and the rest of the world slid into nothingness.

Tunnel vision indeed.