Kurt stared blankly at the women in front of him, barely even blinking and not reacting when Kate said he name again.

"Kurt?"

Blaine gulped and cupped Kurt's face gently, "Sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

Kurt's blue eyes flickered and locked on Blaine's hazel orbs, his mouth opening and closing a few times as though he was trying to trying to remember how to speak.

"Do you want to go and see your Dad?" Blaine asked, pushing the panic out of his voice. Kurt didn't need that right now, he needed his boyfriend to be strong and calm, even though Blaine was sure his knees would have buckled beneath him if he wasn't being carried. So he and the King weren't exactly 'close', but over the few conversation's that Blaine had had with Kurt's father he couldn't help but become attached to him. The man was kind and caring and unserious. He'd made Blaine feel completely at home, which only Kurt had managed to do before. Besides anything that caused Kurt sadness or pain caused Blaine the same emotions.

Kurt remained still for a few more seconds before he gave a shaky nod, all the color leaving his face and his bottom lip trembling with fear and with tears.

"It's okay," Blaine squeezed his shoulder, "It's going to be okay."

"Are you okay carrying him?" Kate asked, taking an unsure step towards Kurt.

Kurt nodded and held Blaine closer to his chest as he set off down the corridor, gripping hold of the slave like he was is only lifeline, and Blaine just held him back as best he could and kissed his shaking shoulder softly.

"Is he....?" Kurt asked after a minute or so, his voice breaking and shaking violently, "He...he...I....?"

"Sh, shh. Let's just let the medics explain," Blaine offered as Kurt tripped over his words, "I'm here, okay?"

Kurt gave another shaky nod and remained quiet for the rest of the walk, holding Blaine as close as physically possible and often squeezing him as though he had to check he wasn't going to just melt away.

"I'm here," Blaine whispered every time Kurt squeezed him, "I'm here."

Kurt stopped outside the door, looking at the cold, white chairs that he'd sat in last time someone he cared about had been hurt and shuddered, Blaine smiled softly in understanding.

"I come here too often," Kurt mumbled, shaking his head.

"You shouldn't have to come here at all," Blaine whispered, noticing that Kate had disappeared from sight.

Suddenly the red-haired fairy appeared with a long stick of wood that Blaine had used as a kind of crutch before. Kurt tensed when he saw it and shook his head.

"No."

"Sweetie, come on, put me down. Please?" Blaine requested.

"No. No please don't go," Kurt whimpered, tears filling up in his eyes as he gripped Blaine tightly, "Please."

"I'm not, I'm not going anywhere without you," Blaine promised, "But you can't see your Dad properly if you have to carry this big lump around with you," He gestured to himself, trying to pry a small smile from the Prince but the boy's expression remained scared and teary.

"Not a lump," Kurt whispered, resting his head on top of Blaine's and staring at the white door.

"I'll be right beside you, it's just not practical for you to carry me around all the time," Blaine tried, smiling in thanks as Kate handed him the stick.

"J-Just, stay close okay?" Kurt's voice shook in fear of what he'd find on the other side of the door.

"Like there would be a situation where I wouldn't try and be as close to you as possible," Blaine tried for another smile but Kurt just nodded with a solemn expression and set down Blaine lightly on his good foot, waiting for him to be steady on with his crutch before he let him go reluctantly.

"Is he...beaten or anything? Is it visible?" Blaine asked Kate softly so Kurt couldn't hear, wanting to get an idea of what he'd see so he could still remain unfazed in front of Kurt.

"No, it's something wrong with his heart," Kate shook her head, "He just looks like he's asleep."

"Good. That's good, less scary for Kurt," Blaine decided before he took a slightly wobbly step forward and shot the Prince what he hoped was a comforting look.

Kurt bit his bottom lip so hard that it bled, "I can't do this, Blaine."

"Of course you can," Blaine disagreed, "Come on, we can do this together okay?"

"No. No I can't," Kurt took a step back and crashed into Kate in the process.

"Kurt, we can. We can do this. Your Dad needs you okay?" Blaine hobbled forward and put his hand on the door handle.

"Wait," Kurt demanded, putting a shaking hand over Blaine's and squeezing tightly, looking into his eyes. Blaine remained perfectly still as Kurt's gaze flickered all over his face and then back to his eyes as though he was looking for an answer to a question, "...Okay."

Blaine nodded and pushed the door open, feeling Kurt walk in straight after him and close to his side like a small child sticking close to their parent in a crowded room of unfamiliar people. The Prince's hand was immediately hard and gripping Blaine's shoulder tightly as both teens eyes landed on The King lying in the same bed that Blaine had laid in before.

"No."

Blaine's winced as the world left Kurt's lips in a rasp, "Kurt-"

Kurt shook his head, his hand gripping Blaine's tighter and tighter over the crutch he was using until Blaine was sure it would have to be amputated from lack of blood. Blaine tried to take a slightly unsteady step forward (he didn't think that he'd ever get used to the crutch), but Kurt refused to move one inch further into the room, his feet glued to the floor beneath his boots.

"Come on," Blaine coaxed softly, "Come give him a hug."

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered, shaking his head again, still not moving, "I can't lose him too."

Blaine winced at the panic in his voice, "He's strong. Just like you, he's going to be fine."

"Ah, Mr. Anderson. I was just coming to see you," Once of the female medics walked in with a smile on her face, "I think it's about time we lost those bandages don't you?"

"Um...right, yeah," Blaine nodded, looking at Kurt as the medic led him over to the bed next to Burt's and gestured him to lie down.

Kurt gave him an unconvincing smile and took a few shaky steps towards both his boyfriend and his father.

"They should be nicely heeled by now, I'll just take a quick look at them. Do they still hurt?" The medic asked him. She was the one who had pretty much looked after Blaine since he was saved, but at the present moment he couldn't even remember her name. He just saw Kurt hovering awkwardly a few steps away from the two beds that contained his loved ones.

"No, they're fine."

"The bandages just make it hard to move around then?"

Blaine nodded slightly.

"That sounds promising."

"You okay?" Blaine asked, holding his good hand out to Kurt.

"No," Kurt replied with a weak laugh, staying where he was.

Blaine swallowed heavily, just wanting to go back to holding Kurt, "I don't want to be rude, but is this going to take long?"

"Not at all," She shook her head.

"Do you know anything about the King's condition?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt's eyes lock on the back of the medic's hair, but she shook her head.

"No, not really, I'm sorry. I'm still pretty new so I only the minor cases, like bandaging," she gestured to Blaine's leg and pulled a pair of scissors from her white apron.

Blaine just nodded, watching as she started at the bottom of his leg and cut the bandages upwards with the strangely shaped scissors. He chewed his lip at the feeling of the cold air against his exposed skin after it had been covered for so long. Once it had all been cut away the medic started feeling and testing the bones of his leg.

"All seems fine to me," She said after a moment, "Can you just sit up for me and put a bit of pressure on it?"

Blaine nodded, swinging his legs over the side of bed and testing his weight on the floor.

"Any pain?"

"No, feels weird though," Blaine told her, screwing up his nose.

She laughed, "Yeah, it'll take a bit to time to get used to using it again. Still take it easy though okay? I don't want you running marathons anytime soon."

Blaine nodded, and she started to do the same to his arm, removing the coverings and testing the bones.

Kurt let out a relieved breath when Blaine stretched his arm out to the side and wiggled his fingers before holding out the same arm to Kurt with a smile, "See, good as new."

"Thank-you. For taking such good care of him," Kurt said quietly as the medic picked up the bandages and made to leave.

She smiled, "No problem," she glanced over at the king and put her hand on Kurt's arm, "The medics here are really good, your Dad is going to be fine, okay?"

Kurt gulped, "Thank-you."

She smiled again before she left, giving a small nod as Kurt walked over to Blaine and took his hand.

"I'm so glad to see that off you," He sighed, letting his hand run over Blaine's arm.

"I'm glad too, no one tells you how bad it is when you get an itch under those things," He winked and Kurt managed a small, weak laugh before he looked back at his Dad.

"He looks fine, don't you think?"

Blaine nodded, "Just like he's sleeping, nothing scary about that right?"

"No. I guess not," Kurt agreed, moving to sit on the bed next to Blaine's which was opposite his father's, "But..."

"I know," Blaine put his arm around Kurt's shoulder and held him close, "I know. But she was right, youroyalmedics are looking after him. He's in the best care anyone could possibly have."

Kurt relaxed the smallest amount at the comment and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, "I'm going to tell him, about us."

Blaine gulped, "W-What?"

"Life's too short to be miserable," Kurt told him, "I guess this just made me realize it more. You make me happy, and I'm willing to risk everything to be with you."

"But...Kurt, I-"

"I know, it could end badly. But it can't hurt just telling him, we wouldn't let anyone put a finger on you. You know that you're protected," Kurt reassured him, "There has to be something we can do. Even if it means me not becoming King."

"What? No!" Blaine cried, "You can't."

"Shh," Kurt rubbed his hand on Blaine's thigh soothingly, "You know you become before everything else."

Blaine blushed, but shook his head, "No. No way are you giving up all of that for me."

"Can we just not have this argument now?" Kurt asked quietly, "I have other things to worry about."

"Right, of course," Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

OXOXOXOXO

"Kurt, please?"

"No."

"Come on, you heard the medic. There's nothing we can do but wait for him to wake up. You've been with him for hours," Blaine said softly, "Just come up stairs with me and get some sleep, we can come down in again in the morning and sit with him all day."

"But..."

"You need to sleep," Kate piped in, "You're Dad would go crazy if he knew you weren't."

"I can stay with him for another hour or so," Kathy offered.

"No, no you need to sleep as well," Kurt gave into the yawn he'd been trying to hold back for the last five minutes.

"Just come to bed?" Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, "Please?"

Kurt sighed and nodded, "Fine," he agreed, standing up from the seat he'd been sitting in for hours and kissed the top of his Dad's head, "I'll be back soon," He promised.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand tightly in his own as they said goodnight to Kate and Kathy before they headed back through the Palace.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked quietly.

"About two," Blaine rubbed his eyes, still getting used to his functioning leg.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't have to stay with me," Kurt told him, guilt washing over him in a wave, "We just sat there saying nothing, you must have been so bored."

"Don't be stupid," Blaine shook his head, "I wasn't going to leave you."

Kurt bit his lip and nodded, "Thank you."

"No problem," Blaine squeezed their joined hands, "Besides, I'm about to get my reward."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked curiously.

Blaine tugged Kurt closer, "I get to fall asleep holding you."

Kurt blushed to his roots and let out a giggle that seem out of place in the circumstances.

They climbed the familiar staircase and made their way to Kurt's room, both falling into the bed and tugging and shimming off their clothes awkwardly before they found their way into one another's arms again.

Kurt sighed, playing the material of Blaine's undershirt, "I just...I can't believe its happening. This just feels like a dream. I guess that's way I just feel...numb."

Blaine remained quiet, rubbing Kurt's shoulders in comfort.

"He's just always been there, I can't imagine life without him," Kurt mumbled, "If he doesn't wake up I just...I don't know..."

"He will."

"We don't know that," Kurt whispered, holding Blaine tighter.

"He's the second strongest man I know," Blaine said confidently, "And he's in the best possible care. He's going to be fine."

Kurt smiled softly and hid his face in Blaine's should, inhaling deeply, "Second strongest?"

"Well you're the first obviously," Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulders.

Kurt smiled against Blaine's skin, but it soon turned to a yawn.

"Get some sleep Sweetie," Blaine told him, "We'll go back down to your Dad as soon as we wake-up okay? I can bring you something to eat there, your Dad would kill me if he knew I wasn't making sure you were taking care of yourself."

Kurt gave a quiet snore in response, snuggling closer to Blaine in his sleep.