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It's been a year and Kurt has given up all hope that he will wake up. But then he does, and Kurt has to try to explain to both Blaine and Hadley (Blaine's daughter) what has happened. Blaine is thankful of course that Kurt has saved his life and has looked after his daughter for the last year, but with the grief of losing his husband in the crash weighting heavily on his shoulders, Blaine just wants to move on with his life and leave town with Hadley. Kurt is devastated and will do anything to keep the little girl he has become so attached to in his life.

Just-just wake up, Blaine had been thinking the same thought for… he didn't know how long, but this was the closest he'd ever gotten to actually succeeding. He could hear nurses chatting in the hallway, he could here dripping noise his IV made every minutes or so. Usually he could only hear loud things, like if someone was sitting in his room talking to him, and then it was only fragments of conversation. Usually it was doctors wondering aloud what they are going to do, explaining different test results to other doctors and nurses. He just wanted to wake up so he could stop all of this. He had to wake up, he had to make it out of this and make sure they were ok. They couldn't be gone… They couldn't.

He heard fast footsteps, "Page Dr. Hummel," the voice was urgent. "I think he's… I think he's waking up…" He heard the nurse say a little breathlessly. "I need you in here Lizzy," the same nurse called out the door way just as Blaine's eyes began the laboring job of opening. He squinted at the brightness of the fluorescent lights, and quickly shut them again, squeezing them together tightly. The nurse took the hint and flipped the switch off.

"Hey," she said cheerfully, coming back to stand by his bedside. "Good to see you awake." Blaine could hear a little hesitation in her voice. His first thought was that she was going to tell him they were dead. But they can't be, they can't be. Please god don't let them be dead, I need them. Please. But then she continued, "Do you remember what happened Mr. Anderson?"

"Head on, two adult males, one infant female. Other driver DOA. ETA two minutes."

"I'll have a team ready," Kurt assured the EMT. He gathered his best staff and sent them to meet the ambulance at the door. He heard the sirens before he saw the lights, flashing through the thick snowfall. He could tell there were going to be a lot of car accidents tonight.

Kurt took in the disappointment on the EMT's face and knew that one of them was DOA. They pulled him out first, Kurt turned his attention to him while the rest of the team split up to take care of the others, he tried the defibrillator, once, twice… gone. He ran to check on the infant next but she was mostly unscathed thanks to her car seat.

"He's coding!" He heard Lizzy yell from the next room. He grabbed the crash cart and the paddles and hustled to the man's aid. Thankfully this time he was able to start the man's heart back up, and had it stabilized within a few minutes.

xXx

The next morning the man still hadn't woken up. A license revealed his name to be Blaine D. Anderson-Smythe; his only emergency contact was his husband, Sebastian Anderson-Smythe, who was the other man involved in the crash. His emergency contact didn't help Kurt much either, because he was lying in a hospital bed, in a coma. Kurt put Lizzy on the task of finding next of kins. They had to find someone to take care of the little girl.

No such luck.

She had found the number of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson; they only lived a couple hours away in Westerville. But the little hope she had soon faded when Mrs. Anderson picked up.

"Hello Mrs. Anderson, I'm calling from Lima General Hospital. Your son Blaine has been in an accident,"

"What does he need money for his medical bills? We told him if he went through with that marriage not to contact us, lord that boy never listens does he? If you don't mind I'd like to speak with him." Lizzy sputtered on the other end, completely disgusted and thrown off guard by this woman's ignorance. Here her son was, half dead in a hospital bed and she was worried about money?

"Actually Ma'am I'm afraid you can't speak with him, he's in a coma. That's why I'm calling; I need to find someone to take care of Hadley. She was involved in the accident but is doing just fine; thankfully she was in her car seat correctly."

"Well can't her other father-" she spit the word out as if it tasted bad in her mouth, "take care of her." Lizzy wished she could reach through the phone and smack this woman.

"I'm sorry ma'am but-" she eyed her records for the name, "Sebastian Anderson-Smythe has passed away. I really need to find someone who can take care of Hadley until your son wakes up, is there anyway you could?"

"I'm sorry, I told my son when he married that fruit-loop that I could never be a part of his life. That is what we agreed on, and that is how things will stay. Surely you can find the child a foster home, or something." Lizzy had to bite her tongue to keep herself from exploding at this woman.

"Mrs. Anderson, please, foster homes are limited and not ideal for any child. Please just consider and get back to me."

"Like I said, I'm sorry but it's not going to happen." She couldn't even bring herself to give the woman the normal, 'have a nice day!', she slammed the phone on the receiver.

The conversation didn't deter her from her mission, she continued searching for the other man's parents, or a brother or sister. No siblings and the rest of her hope finally dwindled when she found Sebastian Anderson-Smythe's parents' obituaries, in the Westerville Times.

She knocked on Kurt's office door, he sighed when he noticed he grim look. "No luck, huh?"

"One set of homophobic grandparents, and one set of dead ones." She plopped into the patient chairs in front of his desk and began explaining in more details. "This guys' mom didn't even care that he some was in the hospital. She almost sounded glad, like he had gotten what he deserved. Ugh it took so much for me not to bitch her out!"

"Well I'm glad you didn't, we don't need a law suit on top of this."

"I'm sorry, Kurt." She sighed, he mouth forming an exaggerated frown.

"Hey, it's not your fault. I'm just sad that the kid' going to have to be put in foster care. Honestly that's the worst part of my job, seeing kids lose their parents…" He trailed off his mind going back to his eight year old self crying him self to sleep nearly every night for a month after his mom had died. And he still had his dad, this girl had no one, hopefully it wouldn't be that way for long, but they had no way of knowing for sure. "I'm going to go check on her, make sure everything is alright and then call someone to set up a foster home. Can you just check on the dad a couple of times an hour? Any change in blood pressure you tell me ok?"

"Aye-aye captain."

xXx

"How's she doing?" Kurt asked his stepmother as he entered the little girl's room.

"She doing ok, I mean she's crying a lot but it's only normal when being handled by strangers all day... Kurt is he- do you think he's going to be alright?" Kurt crossed over the threshold and took a seat on the other side of the crib. He reached through the bars and the curly haired girl grabbed onto his fingers. She wasn't crying now but her bright blue eyes were still red and puffy from her last fit of tears.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "I'm hopeful, but he has a lot of swelling in his brain and spinal cord. If he can stay stable then I'm sure that in time it will go away and he could wake up. I just don't know how long it will be. Could be weeks, could be months."

"Couldn't you do surgery?"

"Without consent, no. Not if it isn't an emergency. It's too risky otherwise. Which means as long as he's still comatose I have to find this little one a foster family." The girl started crying again. The doctor plucked the girl from her crib and began to shush and rock her gently. Carole handed him a bottle and after a few minutes of feeding the baby was dead weight in Kurt's arms. Fast asleep. Kurt smiled at the sweet little face nuzzled into his chest.

"Doesn't look like you need to look too far." Carole smirked, before moving on with her rounds.

Kurt's in the break room, trying to catch a quick nap between shifts, when he gets the call.

"Come on Liz, I'm trying to sleep."

"Kurt he's- he's waking up. Actually," she pauses, "he's awake." Kurt gasps. "Take a couple minutes for yourself, and then come and talk to him." Kurt's mind is reeling. He's awake? But that means…

"Yeah," it's barely a squeak. "Yeah of course." It's only when he hits the end button that he lets the tears fall. And god, does he wish they could be happy tears, but they can't be. He can't fake himself into thinking this is a good thing. How could it ever be a good thing when he's going to have to give her back to him?

He knows he's an awful person for thinking it, for feeling it, but he can't help it. He can't imagine a life without her anymore. He can't imagine not seeing her smile at him when he gets home from work everyday. He can't think about just handing her over and never seeing her again. He's sure if he has to do it that it will kill him.

xXx

"Mr. Anderson-Smythe?" Kurt knocked timidly on the doorframe of his room. The man waved him in; he took the seat next to his bed. A lot was going to have to be explained. "I'm Dr. Hummel. How are you feeling?"

"Where are they? Are they ok?" His face was hard but his large worried eyes betrayed him as the darted between the doctor's face and his hands that he wrung nervously.

"Hadley is fine," the tension in his shoulders eased slightly. "But- well there's no-" the patient melted into a pool of tears. His hands moved to cover his face. He pushed the palms of his hands into his eyes.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god…" He repeated, each word coming out as a gasp for breath as he tried to control his sobs. "It's all m-my f-fault. I-"

"Hey, hey, no shush…" Kurt tried in vein attempt to calm the man. He knew he was going to need his own time to deal with this, but there was still a lot more to explain.

"I want to see her. Please, I need to see her. Bring her to me, please." He pleaded, shiny tears racing down his cheeks. Kurt almost did, he almost told Blaine to sit tight, and he almost raced to get Hadley where she was at his father's house being watched by who she had been calling 'grandma', but then he remember… Blaine wouldn't even recognize his daughter.

"Mr. Anderson-Smythe" the other man winced.

"It's Blaine, just- call me Blaine."

"Blaine," Kurt said with a nod. "I need to explain everything before I can let you see her. Ok?"

"…Ok…"

"You're really going through with this? Kurt you have no idea how to take care of a child!"

"I'm a doctor dad, I'm sure I could take better care of her than half of the foster parents out there." Burt huffed but didn't argue any further.

"Just make sure you really think about this, son."

"I have thought about it," Kurt assured, "I've been thinking about it for a while now actually. Well… not necessarily foster care, but I've wanted a kid for a while. I'm done with waiting for the right guy to come along. I want to help some one that can't help them self; Hadley has no one dad."

Burt nodded, seeing his son's point. He was just worried for him. "What if he wakes up? What happens then?"

"Well then I give her back, after he is fit to take care of her."

"Isn't that going to be hard?"

"It's what happens in all foster care situations, dad. Either the kids get sent back to their parents or some other family adopts them. I'll be able to handle if and when it happens.

"Blaine, you need to know that you've been comatose for quite some time now." Blaine raises an eyebrow. "You've been out a year, Blaine." Blaine blanches.

"A ye-year?" He stutters. "That means-where the hell is she? Let me see her. I need to see her." He grew angrier every passing moment.

"Mr. Anderson-Smythe"

"Blaine!" He shouts, startling a nurse in the hallway, making her drop her records.

"Please Blaine, calm down. I can't let you see her when you're like this, ok?" This just seemed to make him angrier.

"You think I'd harm my own child?"

"Of course not, Blaine," Kurt put a reassuring hand on the other man's. "It's just a precaution. Just calmed down and I will be more than happy to bring her to you, I just have to explain one more thing."

"Like who has been taking care of her for the past year, maybe?"

"Yes, and this is completely biased but I'd say she's been in pretty good hands." Blaine's face screws up in confusion. He points a finger at his doctor, question replaces confusion.

"You?"

"I know what it's like to lose a parent Blaine, I also know how foster families usually work. They can't offer the kind of emotional stability that a child who's lost someone needs. I figured I could help with that, if it ever got to that point."

"What do you mean 'that point'?"

"Well she's only two, and sure she has a lot of questions but most of them are 'where's the food'. I had specialist look at you Blaine, I did everything I could to try to get this little girl her dad back, none of them could give me a solid answer to if you would wake up or not. And if you didn't then surely she would have questions about where she came from. Why she didn't have a mom and a dad, why she didn't look like me. I could help explain some of those things; better, I'd like to think, than a normal foster family."

The patient just stares up at the ceiling, unseeing. He takes a large stuttering breath. "She's talking." He whispers, his voice cracking slightly. "She's talking, and walking and I've missed it all."

"I know it sucks, Blaine, but it's not your fault. It's no ones fault. It was just an accident."

"An accident that I cause that killed my husband, and left my child with no one."

"If anything caused the accident it was the blizzard that happened that night." Blaine looks him over out of the corner of his eyes.

"You remember what happened that night?" Kurt smiles a sad smile.

"Of course. In a way, it was the best night of my life."

"And why is that?"

"Because Hadley is a truly amazing little girl, and god-" Kurt wipes the tears gathering under his eyes. He never thought he'd actually have to do this. He never thought he'd actually have to give her up. Give her back. "Just- I'm just glad she has her dad back. I know I would give anything for my mom to come back." He says with the best fake smile he can manage.

"Can I see her now?" His voice is small, afraid, as if he were afraid Kurt would say no. "Please."

"Of course, I'll be back with her in about twenty minutes ok?" Blaine nods, his eyes teary and his face blotchy, but his mouth is turned up in the smallest of smiles. Kurt turns to leave but Blaine asks him a final question that just about breaks him.

"Dr. Hummel, does she… does she call you dad?" Kurt takes a moment and nods.

"I've brought her in here and explained the best I could who you are. I've tried to have her call me Kurt but she hears all these kids at daycare calling their father's dad and she just ran with it. She's only two, you can't expect a two year old to understand all of this; hell I barely understand it." Blaine nods shakily, as silent tears slip down his reddened cheek. "I'll go get her for you." Another nod and then Kurt leaves, unable to hold it in any longer.

Disclaimer: I do not know how things happen in the medical field. This is all based off of quick research or just stuff that I make up to fit with the story. So if anything is wrong just ignore it or feel free to tell me, what ever! Thanks for reading, reviews are always welcomed and appreciated!