Not very vocal today, I have absolutely no clue what to say. Just enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or "The Vow", since this fanfic is kind of like "The Vow", or, at least it seems that way from the commercials.
The breath ghosts over his neck for the millionth time in a year. He shivers a bit at the coolness, but wraps his arms tighter around the man who couldn't feel it. At least, Kurt didn't think so.
Blaine looked peaceful, despite the circumstance. Though varying light and dark shades of reds and purples, bruises that never faded even with time, blossomed across his sickly pale skin, his face had a certain content look to it. Kurt liked it and hated it at the same time.
Kurt could still remember the day it happened. It stuck out in his mind so prominently, and it tortured him in his nightmares; the sound of crushing metal and the blaring of a car horn, the feeling of thick, hot blood rushing down from open wounds on both of their bodies, and the terrifying assumption that his husband was dead.
But he wasn't, bless his little heart that miraculously kept beating. No, he was alive…but just.
When Kurt awoke from his unconscious state, lying in a hospital bed, the first thing he was told was that Blaine was comatose.
This was one year ago. One year ago on the dot, and Kurt had spent that year right at Blaine's side.
"It's been so long, baby," Kurt whispered in the silence. "So long since I've heard your voice sing to me. So long since I've felt your arms around me. So long…please wake up, darling. Please. I'm not sure how long I can handle this. It's only been a year and I already feel like dying. You…I love you so much, Blaine, but I need to see you awake. I need to see your eyes." Kurt chuckled to himself, imagining their golden hue. "Those beautiful gold eyes of yours."
Kurt squeeze Blaine's right hand, kissing the curls that were tickling his jaw. In a semi-upright position on the hospital bed, Kurt had to maneuver himself around Blaine's many wires to hold the comatose man in his arms.
"Your eyes got me through everything Blaine. Your eyes got me through the bullying, and the wedding stress, and when my dad had a second heart attack, just…everything. Of everything that could happen, this is especially cruel; the one torture where I need your eyes desperately to comfort me and to show me that everything will be OK…and I can't have them. I can't have you…can you hear me? Can you hear me right now, Blaine, right here, holding you? Can you feel me when I kiss your forehead? I sometimes wish that you can't; a year of hearing my voice and not being able to open your eyes. You always told me how you loved to hear my voice and to wake up to it. And I wonder if you tried to, if you still are, but you can't."
Kurt stroked Blaine's jaw, listening to everything, from the buzz of the machines hooked up to his husband, to the man's gentle breathing.
"I love you, you know. Through every hardship in the past year, I stayed here. I know you might want me to move on because you might never wake up, but…I could never live my life knowing you were in here. Knowing that my one true love was here; I could never move on, Blaine. You're the only person I will ever love. My heart only belongs to you. And even if you're in here for thirty more years, forty, fifty, I don't care. My heart will still only beat as long as yours does."
Kurt decided to silence himself, leaning back on the pillows and taking Blaine in his arms, pretending he was asleep, like it was every other morning and Blaine didn't want to wake up. It kept him sane sometimes, imagining everything was normal. But, no matter how powerful the imagination was, the only power it did not have was to make it's delusions a reality.
"Mr. Hummel-Anderson?" a voice called from the doorway. Kurt looked up into the tearful, azure eyes of Blaine's nurse.
"Hey, Lucy," Kurt greeted. It was like this every day; Lucy always got teary-eyed over their story, a tragic story of love and loss and earning for what they had.
"Visiting hours are up. Same time tomorrow?" she asked, ruefully wiping away a tear. Kurt nodded with a hint of a smile before standing, brushing the curls away from Blaine's eyes and pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead.
"I love you," he whispered against the skin, now wet with a few fallen tears. He pulled back begrudgingly, each step from the room feeling tiresome, since the one thing Kurt had to live for was getting farther away with each one.
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It was the phone call. The phone call. The phone call that existed only in dreams where he awoke with tears of longing for that vision to become reality. But it was real this time, Kurt could tell.
Kurt somehow managed to fall asleep, as he did every night at around midnight, when the exhaustion outweighed his thoughts of Blaine somehow. But now, he was roused at 3:24 A.M. by the shrill ringing of his cell phone.
"Hulloh?" he slurred into the speaker.
"Kurt? It's Lucy," she said. "Blaine…he showing signs of brain activity. How fast can you get-"
"I'll be there in five minutes!" Kurt shouted, his heart beating faster. He tucked the phone in his pocket and dashed out the door to hail a cab, too anxious to change out of his pajamas. "Get me to Lennox Hill Hospital as fast as you can!" he shouted once he'd gotten one. Kurt shoved a wad of cash towards the cabbie, not bothering to count it. The cab sped towards the building, Kurt twiddling his thumbs in anticipation.
When they arrived, Kurt bolted from the cab and yelled for the man to keep the change. The minute he was inside, Lucy was dragging him to Blaine's room, where Kurt sat on the side of the bed.
"You're voice might be able to wake him up," she said. "Try talking. Say anything."
"Blaine? Blaine, sweetheart, wake up," Kurt begged, squeezing Blaine's left hand in both of his. "Please, honey, open your eyes."
It was silent, the tension thick and the silence heavy. Then…
A groan. A groan of exhaustion…and Kurt saw gold.
He stared into those golden-green irises and made a mixture of a laugh and a sob at the same time. Blaine was looking at him in confusion, but he was looking at him. He was awake.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouted, pulling Blaine into his arms and squeezing tightly, crying against Blaine's hospital gown-clad shoulder. He pulled back and pressed a kiss against Blaine's forehead. "You're awake!"
"What…what happened?" Blaine asked groggily.
"We were in an accident, dear. We both got hurt, but you were worse than me. I had a full recovery, but you've been in a coma for a year. Thank Grilled Cheesus you're awake!"
"What's a Grilled Cheesus?" Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt in confusion.
"Blaine…I told you about Finn's whole religious faze already. What's wrong?"
"I…Who are you?"
Wow. I'm such a jerk right now, aren't I?
Don't worry, it'll get better, I promise!
TO BE CONTINUED…