The first thing Blaine noticed was that Kurt was alive and not bleeding. Because really, that was a beneficial start. It was rapidly followed by the realisation that Kurt didn't look so good in general, but at least he was breathing because you had to breathe to talk. Breathing was also good. Blaine was pretty sure he had felt Kurt stop breathing and his heart stop beating, but here he was, and doing both. Suddenly Blaine just didn't care where they were or how they got here. He didn't care if it was Ohio, or an island, or Paris. It didn't fucking matter. It only mattered that wherever it was, Kurt was here and he wasn't breathing. He wasn't gone.

"I'm here," Blaine sobbed out tearfully and even if everything was hurting and he was weak, he ran over to Kurt and threw his arms around him, almost knocking them both over in the force. He clung to his husband, fingers clutching around handfuls of his shirt when the relieved tears came tenfold then. "You're alive, you're okay, you're here, you're not bleeding! I love you... I love you so much... please don't leave me, I love you!" he cried out, burying his face against Kurt's shoulder. His hands started to frantically feel over Kurt's back and up to the nape of his neck. His fingers slipped into Kurt's hair, feeling that he was real and alive and warm. It felt like his Kurt. It wasn't a joke, it wasn't someone pretending to be his husband.

He lifted his head, teary hazel eyes searching over Kurt's own tear-stained face and then he pushed his hand up under Kurt's shirt, pressing his hand against his chest. There was a moment of silence, Blaine holding his breath and then he felt it... Kurt's heart beating under his palm and Blaine just really broke down in sobs that took over his whole body then.