Blaine finally managed to give a small laugh through his tears as he just continued to gaze at Kurt. "I-I don't feel so hot," he admitted, never one to hide his feelings from Kurt once their relationship established on its firm ground. They would always tell each other everything. If something hurt, if they felt sick or sad. Hell, they were so close, they pretty much knew each other's bathroom habits and all the little flaws that made them who they were. He sniffled loudly, trying to calm himself down a little, but he was a mess. Not as much of a mess as he was, but still nothing that could be fixed by a Kleenex or a band-aid yet. "I thought you died! There was blood and you weren't awake, they were giving you CPR, I really thought you died! The doctors must have been really good and fixed you so quick, you lost a lot of blood, you know!" he sobbed again, a renewed splash of tears trickling down his cheeks.

His arms engulfed Kurt again, clinging to him like he had no intentions of ever letting go. His wet and probably snotty face was buried in against Kurt's shoulder as he clung to him for dear life, the crying now more of relief than anything else. He was so lost in his moment, he completely missed the Bitch Glare of Doom Mike and Puck were in the middle of receiving.