"I keep hoping that I'll wake up and things will be like they were."

"I wish for that, too."

Kurt tried not to act like a crazy man as he flew into the hospital, even though he knew his face must portray it.

He could feel his hair sticking up on odd ways from everything that had happened at home, and then from running any time that he had the chance on the way here. He had taken the subway because he knew with the traffic he wouldn't get anywhere with his car. As well, the thought of being in a car wasn't too appealing to him at the moment.

Kurt slowed himself to a fast walk as he rushed up to the receptionist, "Blaine Anderson. Where can I find Blaine Anderson?"

The young woman looked up at Kurt and then back down at her computer, typing in a name and declaring, "He is out of surgery. May I ask what your relation is to Mr. Anderson?"

"I'm his husband," Kurt choked out, and was grateful that the law would allow him his rights now a days.

She gave him a sad smile, looking him over, and said, "Of course," before standing and asking another woman behind her to take over the desk. Then she motioned for Kurt to follow her.

As they made their way towards an elevator, Kurt noticed how silent she had become. Not just in her words, but in her actions. As if she was trying not to disturb even the air. When they entered the elevator and the doors had closed, she looked up into his face and calmly said, "There are some things you should know."

Kurt didn't like that. He didn't like hospitals in the first place, but he really didn't like the way she said that.

When they exited on the third floor, she continued softly, "There was a fair bit of head trauma, and he's got a number of wounds and bruises. It was a pretty serious crash."

Kurt wrung his hands together, "Please, just tell me if he's going to be alright."

"I'm only a nurse, and can't give you the kind of diagnosis that the doctor will be able to, but he's in a coma right now. There may be some brain damage or memory loss when, and if, he wakes."

They had stopped outside of a single room, and Kurt felt himself pulled into it. The minimal chances the nurse had just presented him settled into his mind as he walked in.

And there was his husband.

His dark curls were in disarray, or at least the ones that could be seen sticking out of the elaborate head bandage. There were cuts on his face from where the glass must have impacted, and the arms that were above the sheet had bandages covering a large portion of his skin. His neck was in a brace, one for precautions, not injuries, and he had a breathing tube taped under his nose.

Kurt could feel the tears spill out once again as he moved over to Blaine. He wanted to touch him, but he didn't want to hurt him. He settled for resting his hand over Blaine's.

"We've seen people get through worse," a new voice said softly from behind him.

Kurt couldn't take his eyes off Blaine, so he didn't turn around to greet the man, "Are you his doctor?"

"Yes, Dr. Roberts."

Kurt tore his eyes from Blaine's closed ones and looked up. The doctor had a kind face. His dark skin contrasted sharply with his white coat, but the kindness showed through.

Kurt looked back at his husband and took in all the damage that one car accident had caused. He tried to picture what he'd look like when he healed; which gashes would leave marks, which ones would look like they were never there. He took off the neck brace and the head bandage in his mind. He removed the breathing tube. He tried to picture his husband as he looked this morning and a sob tore out of his throat as he leaned over Blaine and grasped his hand.

The doctor said a lot of things behind him, but Kurt didn't take much of it in. He knew that he should, but all he had attention for right now was the way Blaine's chest moved up and down with each breath. He would call Carole and ask her to understand all the medical stuff. He just wanted to know when Blaine would wake up.

"I'm not sure," Dr. Roberts replied before Kurt even realized he had asked the question out loud. "It could be hours, days, weeks. There isn't a definite way to tell when, and if, he may wake."

Kurt sank into the chair behind him and laid his head next to their hands. He heard the Doctor step out of the room to give him some time.

"Come on, Blaine," Kurt whispered, "you've got to wake up for me. For Maddy. You've got to."

Kurt spent the rest of the evening like that, straining his back, before he remembered he was supposed to call Rachel. With a kiss to Blaine's knuckles, he let go and stepped out of the room, dialing Rachel's number.

It only rang once before a familiar voice answered, sounding more frantic than usual, "Kurt! Is he okay? How is he? Is he awake? Is everything going to be okay?"

Kurt heard her shifting on the other end and a quiet, "Is that Daddy?"

Rachel's voice got softer as she moved her mouth away from the phone, "Yes, it's Daddy. I have to go speak with him, but I'll be right back."

When he heard her leave the room he started, "Thank you, Rachel. You have no idea."

"I told you, don't worry about it," she insisted, "But Blaine, how is he?"

Kurt glanced back at the room, "He's… he's in a coma. There… there might be brain damage or… or memory loss when… if he wakes up."

Rachel sighed, "Oh, Kurt."

"Tell me what to do, Rachel," Kurt pleaded, "I… I can't leave him here alone, but Maddy…"

"I'll take care of her," her voice was firm.

"Rachel, you can only take care of her so long, you have a career. And she won't understand if I don't come home. I can't do that to her."

"I'll call Quinn. I'm sure Finn could come here for a bit. We'll figure something out."

"Oh, god, Finn," Kurt ran a hand through his hair.

"Have you called them?" Rachel asked.

Kurt leaned into the wall for support, "No, I just… I've just been sitting with him."

"I'll call for you."

"Rachel, no, you've–"

"Don't say I've done too much," she said, cutting him off, "You're sitting in the hospital with your husband in a coma. I'm not doing enough."

"Rachel…"

"Go back to him, I'll work everything out."

Kurt rubbed at his eyes, "How's Maddy?"

Rachel sighed softly, "She keeps asking when you two are coming home."

Kurt was silent. He didn't know how to be with Blaine and be with Maddy at the same time without bringing her into the hospital. Without her seeing her Papa like this.

Rachel continued when Kurt didn't say anything, "She keeps telling me that she loves you and Blaine. She wants to make sure that you tell him."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, "I will. I promise."

"Go be with Blaine."

"Thank you, Rachel," Kurt said, pulling his phone away from his ear to hang up.

He walked back into the room and pulled the chair even closer to the bed, taking Blaine's hand in his, and sitting down. He leaned down and rested against the sheets again, his head brushing Blaine's hip as he caressed his hand just in front of his lips, occasionally dotting him with kisses.

This was how Kurt spent the rest of the night, and many of the days after. He didn't often stray from Blaine's bedside, only when he was occasionally surprised by a guest did he find it in him to leave Blaine for a few minutes, afraid that he'd wake up alone.

Finn came to visit a couple times. He was sleeping on Kurt and Blaine's couch as he stayed with Maddy for a while. He had taken over Burt's tire shop and was grateful that owning his own business meant that he could take off for some time if need be.

Other people visited as well. Quinn came one day about three weeks in, all sweeping blonde hair and concerned eyes. She had made Kurt go home, and stay home, that night as she was staying in the hospital, saying that he needed a shower, some food that wasn't from the hospital, and some time with his daughter.

So, he had gone home for a bit. He took a shower as Finn prepared him the best meal he could make, only to have Kurt feel guilty when he couldn't eat most of it in his worry. Finn packed away what wasn't eaten and cleared the table with Maddy as Kurt went back into his room to sleep. He had figured he'd be able to get up earlier and go back to the hospital again.

When he woke after a restless night to the still dark sky, Maddy was in his bed. She must have crawled in at some point and Kurt hadn't noticed because her body was too small to be familiar in that bed. He glanced at the time, judging when they'd have to be up since it was a school day for his daughter, and rolled over, holding his little girl. A couple hours later, he woke up and took her to school before going back to the hospital.

Various friends visited for the first two months, but began to slow their visits after the third. Most of the cuts on Blaine's body were healed, the bandages removed, only a small scar or two, thanks to Kurt's supply of creams. The nurses began to look more and more doubtful when they made their rounds. The doctor wanted to discuss what if scenarios.

Kurt stuck to Blaine's side more as the time went on. He pulled as many strings as he could and managed to get a fair bit of time off. He'd go in to work some days when Maddy was at school and Finn would sit by Blaine's bedside. But he always came back to his husband.

Kurt had deemed Saturday's as "Maddy Days," and would spend the whole day with her, doing whatever she wanted to do, while Rachel, or Quinn, or one of their other friends watched Blaine.

He had taken to reading to Blaine. Magazines on some days, Blaine's favourite books on others. He always made comments about certain parts, knowing that Blaine always loved when he pointed out what he thought about Blaine's favourites.

It was late one night, Kurt was sitting half cross-legged on the end of Blaine's bed, his other leg stretched out with his husband's hand resting on his knee. Kurt was reading a passage out of Blaine's most worn copy of his favourite book when he felt it. At first he tried to shrug it off as a wish, an empty hope, but he felt it a second time.

Kurt dropped the book into his lap and looked up at the hand on his leg. More specifically, how it was lightly grasping at the material of his pants.

The book flew out of Kurt's hands and landed on the floor next to the bed, and he jumped off, grabbing Blaine's hand with his own. It curled around his fingers and squeezed with the slightest of pressure.

Kurt cried when he saw Blaine's dark eyelashes flutter and his eyes opened a tiny bit before shutting against the light.

He brought the hands up to his mouth, kissing them through the flow of tears wetting them, "Blaine."