A/N: So this just came to me one day and I tossed the ideas around in my head all day then decided to put them down on paper… Don't worry NO character deaths even though the title looks like there will be. Just drama with a healthy sprinkling of fluff!
I would love your reviews to see what you think of the first chapter! Enjoy!
"Mmm I love you…" Blaine mumbled, snuggling closer to Kurt's warm body. They were curled up on Kurt's bed in his house, and it was almost 10pm. Burt and Carole were out for the night, staying in a local hotel to celebrate Carole's birthday. Finn was at Rachel's, so Kurt and Blaine had the whole house to themselves.
"I love you too, Blaine. More than you can ever know," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine lightly just below his ear. Blaine chuckled and nuzzled into Kurt's soft kisses down his neck and jaw. The two boys lay like that for a while longer, just feeling the warmth of each other, limbs intertwined, until Kurt sighed and said, "Blainey… You have to go home… It's getting late and your Dad'll wonder where you are."
Blaine stiffened in Kurt's arms at the mention of his father. His dad had never hurt him physically; Blaine didn't think he would ever do that. But he made it clear how he thought about Blaine's sexuality and took every opportunity to tell Blaine what a disappointment he was and how he should pull himself together and start liking girls. Blaine hated going home to his dad's teasing about his and Kurt's relationship, hated the way he talked about Kurt as if he were some freak who was 'contaminating' Blaine further. "Can't I just stay here?" He mumbled, pulling Kurt impossibly closer and kissing him softly, "I promise I'll be good…"
"No, Blaine… My Dad won't be happy if he finds out you slept here, and I don't think yours will either." Blaine pulled away from Kurt's embrace with a sigh. Kurt knew what Blaine's Dad was like when it came to his son's relationship, and he didn't want Blaine to get into any trouble.
"Fine," Blaine finally agreed. But he looked back down into Kurt's eyes, "Just one more kiss…"
Kurt chuckled and pressed his lips to Blaine's, who kissed him back passionately. Just as they were starting to get comfortable again, someone started banging loudly on the front door. Blaine pulled away and looked at Kurt worriedly, "I think that's my dad…"
The two boys got out of Kurt's bed and walked downstairs. Kurt took Blaine's hand in his, who took a deep breath and opened the door to see his father on the doorstep. Mr Anderson was tall and lean, with a drawn face and deep set eyes; very different to Blaine's small yet muscular frame. He glared down at the two boys holding hands and said, "What are you still doing here? Too busy making out with this fairy?" Kurt winced at the words, but Blaine just held his head up higher.
"Dad, don't talk about Kurt that way. It's one thing calling me names, but don't do it to him."
"Him? Ha, you may as well be dating a girl. Look at it, the little pixie!" Mr Anderson leered down at Kurt and his foul breath indicated to the teenage couple that he had had a few drinks and must be feeling especially obnoxious. "Come on Blaine, you're coming home. Come get in the car."
Kurt looked alarmed at this, "Sir, are you sure you should be driving Blaine anywhere? I mean, it's pretty obvious that you've had a bit to drink already."
"Are you telling me what to do? How dare you, you little fag! Blaine is my son, and I'll do what I want with him. Blaine, come on. Get in the car." He went to grab Blaine by the wrist, but Kurt pulled him further into the house.
"Sir, Blaine isn't going anywhere with you." Kurt gave Mr Anderson his best bitch glare and stood his ground. Kurt was not going to let Blaine be abused by his father even more than usual just because he had been careless with the alcohol that evening. Blaine looked scared, and his father looked even angrier. He grabbed Blaine by the collar and pushed Kurt back towards the stair well, Kurt tripping and falling onto the bottom step.
"Kurt!" Blaine gasped, trying desperately to reach back into the house. "Dad, let GO!" He struggled against his father but to no avail, and his father just dragged him down the drive towards his car.
"Come ON Blaine! Leave him, he'll be fine!" And he threw Blaine into the back seat, clambered into the driver's side and started the engine.
Kurt, a little winded from the shove, jumped up and ran outside onto the pitch dark street. Before he could do anything though, Blaine's dad sped off with a wheel spin. Kurt's heart sank as he watched the car meander up the road, and skid round the corner. Blaine better be alright, you asshole… And he stepped back inside the house to call his father.
"Dad? Yeah, Blaine's dad just came to pick him up… Yeah… I'm worried, his dad seemed drunk and his driving was a little worrying… No, I'm fine… Well he shoved me but- No Dad, honestly, I'm okay! Dad… Please don't leave, I'm fine… Yes. Yes, stay there tonight I'm okay, really. I'm just worried about Blaine… Okay. Yeah, sure. Bye Dad. Love you." Kurt sighed as he ended the call. His dad had told him not to worry, that Blaine could look after himself and that if anything happened he was to call Burt right away.
Heading upstairs, Kurt thought to himself about the relationship between Blaine and his Dad. He knew that Mr Anderson was deeply homophobic, and verbally abusive, but he trusted him enough to know that he would never physically hurt Blaine seriously, but he had just shoved Kurt quite hard, and he was driving drunk. With Blaine in the car. If Blaine gets hurt… I don't know what I'll do. I have no idea what I'll do.
Trying to get away from this train of thought, Kurt showered and changed into his PJs, then began his extensive moisturising routine. You have nothing to worry about, Blaine will be fine. But just then, his phone began buzzing on the side next to him. Heart racing, he looked at the caller ID. It was the picture of him and Blaine in their Dalton uniforms, looking happy and wild in their new relationship.
"Blaine? Are you okay?"
"Yes honey I'm fine, I hope my dad didn't hurt you, I'm so sorry Kurt. So so sorry."
"Blaine don't worry, it wasn't your fault! And I'm okay, I was just a little winded." He smiled at hearing Blaine's voice, "Are you back home safe yet?"
"Not yet, but I'm almost there. I've got dad to calm down his driving a little bit though."
"Good. I don't know what I'd do if anything were ever to happen to you…"
"Kurt, listen. I won't let anything happen to me or you. I would never put you through anything like that, I promise. I love you too much for that." After that statement, Kurt heard Blaine's father in the background jeering and calling Blaine foul names because of what he had said.
Then, Kurt heard something that would change his life for ever. He would never forget the sound, nor the feeling of dread and despair that followed Blaine's words and the noise of what was going on on the other end of the phone line.
"Dad. Dad keep your eyes on the road! No! Dad, WATCH OUT! KUR-" Before Blaine could finish saying Kurt's name, however, there was a horrifying sound of a violent crash, glass breaking, metal scraping, and someone screaming. The sound rocked through Kurt's body, especially the blood-curdling scream, which he could tell came from Blaine. Kurt just stood there, aghast. He stared blankly at the wall, refusing to accept the reality of what he had just heard, and straining his ears to hear if Blaine was okay. He couldn't hear anything from the other side of the phone, but the line was still open.
"Blaine? Blaine! Talk to me, Blaine! Are you there? Blaine, please tell me you're okay! Blaine?" Sobbing, Kurt's knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the bathroom floor, still screaming Blaine's name down the phone. "Blaine? Please tell me you're there! Blaine! Please, you're okay Blaine I know you are… BLAINE!" He yelled Blaine's name as loud as he could, then curled up into a ball on the floor, tears running down his face. He couldn't take it. What the hell had just happened? This wasn't real… It couldn't be real. These things didn't happen in real life, not to people as kind and caring and beautiful both inside and out as Blaine. He knew that he shouldn't have let Blaine go with his dad in that state. He should have put up a bigger fight, and now Blaine was…
NO. Blaine is NOT dead. He is okay, the phone must just be far away from the car, it must have fallen out the window… Kurt listened desperately to his small phone, crushing it as close to his ear as was humanly possible, but he could hear nothing but the wind. Then, all of a sudden, he heard a voice. It wasn't Blaine, but someone was near the phone.
"Oh my God… Sandra, get over here! There are two of them in there… I think they're both unconscious…" There was the sound of metal moving and Kurt held his breath, desperate for a sign that Blaine was okay. "Oh God there's so much blood… Where the hell did he even come from? I didn't see him at all! Sandy, call an ambulance. We need to get these two to the hospital..."
The line went quiet again, besides a few more scrapes of metal, rustling of movement, and curses from the helping man. Kurt found himself calling Blaine's name again, hoping that the people on the other end of the line would hear his cries, but his voice didn't seem to reach them. He yelled Blaine's name repeatedly until his throat was sore, but the people at the site of the accident didn't respond.
Crying, Kurt lay there on the cold, hard floor, still sobbing uncontrollably, until he heard the sound of an ambulance siren from the other end of the phone. His breath caught in his throat as he gasped, pulling the phone even closer to his ear, trying to listen to what the paramedics were saying. But they sounded as though they were quite far away from the phone, and he could only make out part of what they were saying. "Hospital… Concussion… Broken ribs… air bag… blood loss… hurry..." was all he could make out.
All of a sudden, the line went dead. Blaine's phone must have run out of battery. Kurt felt like his heart had been ripped out of his body, torn up, and shoved back in upside down. He couldn't feel anything but pain, he couldn't see anything but Blaine's face, couldn't hear anything but the sound of the crash replaying over and over in his mind. It was like his mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened, but at the same time it was like he was being hit in the face by it with every breath. He remained on the floor, leaned against the bath and pulled his knees into his chest, screaming and crying to himself, and calling Blaine's name even though he knew that Blaine couldn't hear him.
A few minutes later he heard the front door slam, and he heard Finn calling his name. Kurt just carried on screaming and crying as Finn raced up the stairs and burst into the bathroom. He saw Kurt on the ground, a broken, sobbing mess. He panicked and ran to Kurt, putting his strong arms around him. Kurt turned and cried into Finn's shoulder, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
"Hey, shhh… It's okay…" Finn tried to comfort the hysterical lump in his arms, rocking back and forth and whispering to him, "What happened? Kurt, calm down. Where's Blaine?"
At the mention of Blaine, Kurt cried even harder and screamed his name, hands going up to cover his face. Finn looked shocked, "Okay, okay! What happened, did he break up with you? Did he hurt you? If he did, I swear-"
"No Finn…" Kurt cried into Finn's shoulder, "He, he… His dad came and, and… and he took him but they, they…" He sobbed even harder, breath hitching in his throat. He couldn't say any more than that to Finn, so just turned his face away and continued his sobbing.
"Shhh, it's okay Kurt. You'll be okay." Finn didn't push the matter any more. He had no idea what was going on, but it was clear that Kurt needed help right now, and Finn had to be the one to support him. "Hey, shall I call Burt and my mom? See if they can help?" Kurt nodded brokenly, not willing to open his mouth to actually reply to Finn.
Kurt looked up at Finn through bleary eyes, the taller boy nodding and smiling slightly in an attempt to comfort Kurt before leaving the room. Kurt felt empty and broken. What the hell had just happened? He needed to get to the hospital, find out if Blaine was okay. But at the same time, he didn't want to go; didn't want to believe that the accident had really happened. He just sat there, on the bathroom floor, quietly crying and shaking his head to himself, as if that would make this all go away, until twenty minutes later Burt and Carole arrived on the doorstep.
Burt came straight up the stairs to Kurt, and took the sobbing boy into his arms. "Shh, shh Kurt. It's okay, you're okay… Is it Blaine's dad? What did he do?"
Kurt took a deep breath, stared at the ground and told his Dad the whole thing straight away, somewhat surprised at his bluntness. "They had an accident. They were driving home and Blaine's dad crashed the car. I heard the whole thing dad, Blaine had called me and I had to stand there and listen to the whole thing… Then the paramedics came and said something about concussions and broken ribs and blood… It's all my fault Dad! I let him go with his dad even though I knew it was dangerous and I let him go… It's all my fault…"
Burt and Carole had paled listening to the story, but know Burt shook Kurt's shoulders firmly. "No. Kurt, do not blame yourself. You could never have predicted this. It's not your job to look after Blaine, his father should have been more careful. Please don't blame yourself for this, Kurt. Come on, we're going to the hospital. Blaine will be fine, you'll see. Come on." Burt sent a silent prayer to whoever was listening up there for that to be true, then hoisted up the still silently crying boy, who was much paler than usual and felt heavy in his arms. He half-carried, half-dragged Kurt out to the car and put him in the passenger seat. He sat in the driver's side, and Carole and Finn both piled into the back seats. Each person was lost in their own thoughts for that awful trip, and the only sound was Kurt's ragged breathing and occasional sniffs and sobs. Even Burt let a few tears roll down his cheek; he hated seeing his son like this.
Kurt just stared blankly out of the car window, dreading what was to come at the hospital, but simultaneously looking forward to seeing that Blaine was okay. He would be. He had to be. Please let Blaine be okay. Please.