Kurt had been a wreck all week -- ever since his father had called on Saturday.

It's my fault -- It's all my fault that he -- Oh God.

For what seemed like the hundredth time, he ran to the bathroom and vommitted into the toilet.

"Kurt?" he turned to see Rachel watching him. She looked sad.

"Rach, I'm fine -- Go. July will flay you alive if you're late to her class." he said weakly.

"Your dad just called," she said cautiously, "He said you need to call him back -- it's important."

He closed his eyes briefly, pressing his cheek against the cool porcelain of the tub.

"Blaine?" he asked finally, when his heart had stopped pounding frantically in his chest.

Rachel nodded.

"Yeah." she turned to leave. "You should probably call Vogue.com too. Let them know what's going on." Kurt didn't respond. "Okay...I'll -- I'll see you after classes let out I guess."

He didn't move until he heard the door of their apartment open and close, and walked back to his room where he'd left his cell phone on his bed, scrolling through his unread texts.

He had two unread -- one from Blaine's brother Cooper, and one from his father. He opened the latter, afraid he might unleash Cooper's wrath, what with not knowing how much his (ex? -- were they over? Was he going to let this end what he and Blaine had together? Kurt honestly didn't know) boyfriend's brother knew about the fight, or about Blaine's supposed (something about that just didn't feel right to him -- and when this was over, he resolved to get the truth out of the senior) infidelity.

He broke down crying when he saw the two worded message:

Blaine's awake.

--

Blaine stared at his hands, barely listening to the doctor as he explained what had happened -- how the car had been hit in such a way that his spinal column had broken, and he had retained serious injury to his legs when the front of the car hit the pole and crumpled under impact.

He was lucky he'd been wearing his seatbelt, or he most likely wouldn't have survived.

But he really didn't care about that.

He didn't care when he was told he'd be confined to a wheel chair for the rest of his life.

He did notice when Kurt's father got a phone call and had to step out of the room. Not even Cooper could distract him from the fact that Kurt was probably on the phone with Burt right now.

Blaine just needed to talk to him. He had to know -- he had to know if he could make this right.

Until then he really didn't give a crap about his legs -- nothing else mattered.

Nothing.

--

How is he -- I mean, he's alive, he's --

Burt sighed.

"He's -- Kurt I don't know how to answer that. He asked for you. Doesn't give a damn about his condition. Cooper's in there with him and the doctor right now." he paused. "You want to tell me what happened? I feel like there's something big here I'm missing."

Kurt hesitated.

Okay but please don't freak out until I'm done okay?

It was that bad? Burt groaned softly and nodded, even though his son couldn't see it.

"Alright -- and before you make me, I promise: no freaking out. Talk."

And then Kurt was telling him about Blaine coming up to New York two weeks ahead of time, surprising him with roses, serenading him at a karaoke bar called Callbacks -- Burt was seriously wondering what the hell was the problem, because it didn't sound like anything out of the ordinary -- well, except for the flying up to New York out of the blue and surprising Kurt.

But then Kurt started talking about how moody Blaine had been, how sad he'd seemed. They'd gone for a walk, and then Kurt had pressed him for an explanation, which ended up being:

"I was with someone."

The first thing Burt wanted to do was punch something -- but he'd promised so he controlled it. Then he tapped back into the conversation just as Kurt said,

but -- I -- I think he was lying.

"Why do you think that?" he asked, watching through the doorway of the room as Cooper tried to calm Blaine down.

Dad, I -- you remember the fight we had before graduation? When I told you Blaine and I were on the rocks?

"What about it?"

He -- He thought I cheated on him. said Kurt reluctantly. I - He was so hurt, and I mean, we -- we talked it over with Ms. Pilsbury, but -- Blaine wouldn't cheat on me. Not after that. I don't think he ever would, actually. But something's wrong. I don't know why he did what he did, or why he lied to me -- I just -- please don't say anything about this to him. I don't want to freak him out --

"Yeah...I won't say anything -- for now. This is between you and Blaine, so I'm gonna leave it to the two of you to fix it. Okay?"

I-I may need your help with that. Kurt was silent for a moment. I was thinking I'd come home for a little while.

"When?"

Thursday night. I have the weekend off -- I just -- I need to see him. I need to be there.

Burt was quiet for a moment.

"I'll look up flights for then and I'll call you, okay?"Okay. Kurt sounded relieved. I have to go. I promised Isabelle that I'd be no later than noon. I love you.

"I love you too."