A/N: Hello Klainers! So the idea for this story is that Blaine has been cutting himself because of his abusive parents, but after being hospitalized twice before, Kurt told him to stop. And I think you can tell by this story, he didn't.
Sorry for doing this to poor Blainers, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE writing Angst!
Also, I am adding more Chapters to this one, so it will technically be a separate story, but they are all going to be in with the Klaine one-shots.
Please follow and review! Please, with Blaine's puppy dog eyes?
"Can I see him? Please….." Kurt begged.
Ever since he found out that Blaine was in the hospital, he had been bending over backwards trying to see him.
The nurse, who was a short, blonde women looked at him with a hesitant expression. "Honey, he is in an extremely poor state…"
"Well, he has woken up, right?" Kurt asked.
"He has woken up a few times. Maybe when he is looking a bit better you can see him." She said with a sympathetic smile. Kurt shook his head.
"No, I need to see him now." He felt a sharp pain in his chest and could feel tears start to well up in his eyes. "I-I have to see him."
The nurse sighed. "Alright…follow me."
Kurt mumbled somewhat of a "thank you" as she led him down a long hallway and past many different doors until, finally, they reached room 206.
Blaine's room.
Kurt stood at the closed door, suddenly feeling extremely nauseous.
"You can be in there for twenty minutes, but he needs his rest," the nurse said with bit of a sad look in her eyes. "Come get me if he wakes up again."
"Thank you," Kurt muttered quietly.
He opened the door slowly as the nurse walked back down the hallway. "Blaine?" He asked tentatively, poking his head in the room.
He received the silence he assumed he would.
As Kurt walked over to the side of the hospital bed he felt tears stat to well up in his eyes.
Of course. Of course this was happening again. Honestly, he should be used to this.
"Oh, Blaine….." Kurt whispered as he reached the bed.
Blaine looked horrible. So insanely horrible that Kurt found it hard to look at him. His face was pale; paler than Kurt's. His hair was disheveled and rid of gel, and he had dark circles under both of his eyes. Though what Kurt was mainly focused on was the slightly blood soaked gauze that had been wrapped around both wrists. Kurt felt tears run down his face as he ran his hand down the fraction of Blaine's face that wasn't too damaged.
"You promised me," he whispered. "You promised me you would stop."
He took Blaine's hand delicately, holding it as if it was the most fragile thing in the world. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was going to wake up with the love of his life smiling down at him, his perfect face glowing.
Kurt closed his eyes. 'This is just a dream,' He thought. 'This is just a dream…'
He opened his eyes.
No change.
There never was.
"Blaine," he said clearly to the battered, unconscious boy beside him. "Blaine, honey, you have to wake up….." He squeezed his hand softly.
Nothing.
"Blaine, please…" Kurt begged.
Silence.
Kurt slumped into the chair that sat next to the hospital bed and began to sob. He let go of Blaine's hand and held his head in both of his own. He felt so hopeless, so empty. He thought he was really helping Blaine get better. He thought promises meant something to Blaine.
Apparently not.
He continued to sob uncontrollably into his hands, hating Blaine for what he did to himself. He hated himself for letting Blaine do this to himself; not being there when Blaine needed him the most and obsessing over his own selfish desires. Blaine had even told him the he felt like Kurt wasn't giving him enough time out of his day, but Kurt brushed it off like it was nothing. Now Blaine had slapped him in the face by showing him that he had an alternative to feeling something without Kurt's assistance.
After what felt like hours of sobbing, he leaned backwards into the chair, too drained to continue. He didn't see the nurse come in the room to take him away yet. Even if she did, he wouldn't've noticed. He figured she had peeked in, saw him crying, and left...leaving him alone. At least, that's what he hoped had happened.
'Now what?' Kurt thought to himself. He felt too drained to move, but forced himself to lean forward and stare down at Blaine, wincing as he came back into view. The paleness of his skin seemed to mock him.
"Enough of this," Kurt thought out loud.
At the sound of his voice, Blaine began to stir. His head moved to the side a bit, but stayed there.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked hopefully, his eyes widening a bit.
Blaine moved a little bit again, this time his hand.
"Blaine," Kurt said louder, as if he was stating a fact.
Blaine opened his eyes slowly. Searing pain. Blinding spots scattered his vision. Everything hurt. What was happening?
He heard a sharp gasp coming from his right side, causing him to turn his head ever so slightly to see who it was coming from. He blinked his eyes a few times to clear his vision.
"Kurt?" He asked dryly. He sounded as bad as he looked.
Kurt began to cry again, partly from relief. It took everything he had not to jump on Blaine and kiss his face while strangling him.
"Hey," Kurt muttered thickly.
"Hey…" Blaine croaked, wincing as he swallowed to clear his voice. He stared into Kurt's red, watery eyes with his own glassy, slightly swollen ones. "Don't cry….." He muttered softly.
Kurt wiped his eyes on the back of his hands, taking a deep breath and breathing out slowing, attempting to calm down. Kurt reached forward and grabbed Blaine's hand, being careful of the small cuts on his knuckles.
They sat in silence for a few seconds, not really sure what to say.
"W-why does everything hurt?" Blaine suddenly asked.
Kurt had an internal debate as to whether or not he should get the nurse, but he knew if he did then she would make him leave. Then, suddenly, Kurt remembered why Blaine was there in the first place, fury taking over him. He chanced a glance at the bandages on his wrists, but Blaine didn't seem to notice.
"You…because y-you," Kurt stammered, trying to think of the best way to inform Blaine on what happened and just how mad he was, but Blaine looked so innocent, so hopeless and vulnerable, that he decided he would confront him later.
Blaine was looking at Kurt expectantly. Before Kurt could think of what to say, Blaine began to cough uncontrollably, his body jerking with every cough. Thinking fast, Kurt dove for the pitcher of water on the bedside table and poured a cup for Blaine. He stood up and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, lifting the cup to Blaine's lips. He reached his free hand around the back of Blaine's head and lifted it slightly.
"There you go….." Kurt soothed as Blaine slowly drank the water, wincing with every swallow. "You're okay…..It's okay."
Blaine pulled his head away to signal that he had had enough, so Kurt put the cup on the bedside table. Blaine dropped his head back on the pillow and Kurt took his hand again.
"Thank you," Blaine whispered. Kurt nodded in return.
"So, what happened?" He asked weakly.
Kurt looked at him hesitantly. "You-Wh-what's the, uh, last thing you remember?" He stuttered.
Blaine looked deep in thought for a few seconds, trying desperately to remember. "I remember…..I-I think we were at BreadStix?" He said, looking at Kurt questionably.
Kurt felt his stomach drop. No.
He simply stared down at him, so Blaine continued. "And didn't-I think someone came up to us and started talking to us, but neither of us knew him…..And….Wait, wh-where are you going?" Blaine said as loudly as he could, which was barely above a whisper. Kurt had stood up from the bed, letting go of Blaine's hand and making his was across the room.
"I'm going to get the nurse," he muttered without turning around.
A look of panic crossed Blaine's face. "Why? Kurt, come here….please. I don't remember anything, and I need you to help me, and I'm just…scared. Please, come here."
Kurt froze with his hand on the door knob. He couldn't just simply ignore the pleading and desperation in Blaine's weak voice, so he turned around and made his way back to the bed, receiving a look of relief from Blaine.
"Come here," Blaine whispered hoarsely, holding his arms out with a wince as Kurt sat back down. Kurt leaned down to hug Blaine, but when his face got close enough, Blaine took his face in his hands and pulled him down to press their lips together. Kurt sighed into the kiss, moving his lips against Blaine very softly. He felt heat prickle at the back of his eyes, but he refused to cry anymore. This was Blaine's fault after all, wasn't it?
Blaine let his arms drop on the bed with a wince as Kurt pulled away from the kiss, looking at him sadly through his long, dark lashes.
"Please, help me remember. You were there, weren't you? Why do you want to get the nurse? Don't you remember?" Blaine whispered pleadingly, his voice breaking slightly. He suddenly started to cough again, cursing himself for the awful timing.
"Listen, we can talk about this later, okay? I can tell you're in pain, and I want to get you help. You need to stop talking before you mess up your voice so much to where you'll never sing again and calm down. I know you are wondering what in God's name is going on, but I'm not telling you anything until you get the medicine you need and rest for a few more hours. I'm sure you'll remember something without my assistance by then anyway - And no, thanks to you, I wasn't there. I should've been and I wasn't…..This is your fault." Kurt said firmly, standing up and walking toward the door. Blaine was the one who did this, not him. He said he would stop, and he didn't, and now he had to spell in out for him, again. He was sick of this. He was sick of Blaine scaring the life out of him.
Kurt's chest felt heavy as he saw Blaine's eyes suddenly start to shimmer, a single tear rolling down his pale cheek, but he ignored it.
"Kurt…..please, stop," He uttered brokenly, his bottom lip quivering.
Kurt whipped around, tears now in his own eyes. "No, Blaine! I am getting the nurse." He said, separating every word as if Blaine was a child and that was the only way he would understand it.
"You're coming back, right?" Blaine whispered, tears rolling freely down his face now.
Turning back around, Kurt opened the door and walked through, shutting it behind him louder then he intended to.
He wasn't going to go through this again.
A/N: Part 2 coming shortly!