Stairs

Shane walked into Windsor, and was met by his brother Blaine.

"Hey Blaine!"

"Hi Shane." They started to talk, and were walking by the staircase. Reed was starting to walk down the stairs, when he saw Shane, and then started to run.

"Shane!" with that, he looked up, and saw Reed running down the stairs.

"Hi Reed!" And then Reed tripped, and was falling down the stairs and landed with a heart-stopping

CRACK

that wasn't from the wood, or the floor. It sounded like a bone.

"Reed!" yelled Shane running to him. When they got to Reed, he looked leg was bent in a way that it shouldn't have been, and there were quite a few bruises starting to form. Luckily for them, Reed's eyes were open, and he was breathing.

"Oh, god. Reed, how many fingers?" asked Shane, holding up three.

"Umm...six? No...no wait...nine?" and with that, he blacked out.

"REED! Blaine, call an ambulance RIGHT NOW!" Blaine didn't hesitate.

Meanwhile, Shane was holding Reed, still unconsious, and praying that those beautiful brown eyes would open. About ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived and the paramedics put Reed in a stretcher, taking him to the hospital.

When Blaine and Shane got there, they waited. And waited, And waited. About three hours later, a nurse came out and took them to Reed.

When Shane entered the room, his heart shattered. There was his boyfriend, hurt, in a hospital bed, unconsious, and looking so tiny and fragile. Then, as if on cue, the tears came. Shane felt so guilty. He wasn't there to catch Reed.

"It wasn't your fault, you know." stated Blaine, laying a hand on his brothers shoulder.

"But I-"

"No. Would Reed want you blaming yourself?"

"N-No."

"Then don't. No one could have prevented this, as much as I hate to say it."

At that moment, the doctor came in. Then, Blaine was asking the question that Shane was dreading.

"What- What are his injurys doctor?"

"Well, for starters, his leg is broken in three areas, he broke a few ribs, and he has a concussion. Reed will wake up in a little bit though, it was a minor concussion. So no heavy lifting, make sure he stays off his leg, and really, don't do anything involving the two."

"Al-Alright. Thank y-you doctor." said Blaine.

When the doctor left the room, Shane took a seat in the crappy plastic chair next to the hospital bed, and held Reed's small hand in his, urging him to wake up. Eventually, Blaine relcutantly went back to Dalton to tell the others what had happened, leaving Shane alone with Reed.

Around one thirty in the morning, Shane woke up, hearing a hiss of pain. Then he relized that it was Reed and nearly fell out of his chair.

"R-Reed?" asked Shane in disbelif.

"Sh-Shane." Reed said, and then winced in pain, and Shane started to worry.

"Reed. Oh. My. God. Your awake. Are you in pain?-Wait, don't answear that, that was a stupid question. Of course you are. Want me to call a nurse? Need painkillers?"

"A-A few painkillers woould be nice." he whispered, like it hurt to talk.

Shane gave Reed his painkillers, and then noticed Reed's lower lip trembling.

"Reed, sweetie, whats wrong?" Then Reed began to cry.

"I- I- I'm just a failure! All I ever do is trip or fall, let alone dance, My art isn't that good, I really can't sing, and I'm ugly! And I dont- I dont-" he stopped in mid scentence.

"Don't what, Reed?" asked Shane, concerned.

"I don't deserve someone as perfect as you!" Reed said, crying even harder. By now, Shane was in shock. How could he think that about himself?

"Reed, baby, look at me. You do deserve me, and, yes, you may be clumsey, but I don't love you any less. Your amazing, Reed. And your art is AMAZING, your voice is amazing, and- and your beautiful! When I first saw you, I thought that I ran into an angel!"

"Y-you really mean that?"

"Of course, Reed."

"Th-thank you." and that was all he needed to say.