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"Kurt?"
"Hmm?" Kurt murmurs, raising his glistening and electrical sapphire eyes to meet warm hazel ones.
"What are you thinking about?" Asks Blaine, slightly cocking his head to the side.
Kurt allows his hands to unclench from the hospital bed's sheets. His hands were clammy and he wipes them over his jeans in an attempt to rid them from the sweat that had broken out a minute ago. He brings his legs up and turns to face Blaine, finally deciding to just cross them.
He takes a huge sigh before replying half-heartedly, "It's nothing. I'm just worried about school that's all."
Blaine raises his eyebrows at this, not hiding the fact that he didn't believe Kurt. Normally Kurt would be able to smoothly lie when he needed to, but when he was around Blaine the need to lie and be okay all the time would dissipate, leaving nothing but a feeling of easiness and comfort whenever he was around him.
"It's my mum," Kurt whispers, hesitating for a second only.
Blaine nods in understanding. "Her death's anniversary is coming up soon, isn't it?"
Kurt flinches and nods silently, his eyes already burning from mentioning his mother.
"I can't imagine how you're feeling right now. You know, I was actually thinking... since it's her first death anniversary, I was wondering wether I can... maybe come too," Blaine says, continuing in a rush, "She was the closest I had to a mother so, if you don't mind," Blaine was saying, slightly blushing. "I'd like to go visit her too."
Kurt gives Blaine a smile, slightly chuckling at the redness creeping up his cheeks. "Of course, I don't mind. She would have wanted you to come. She and dad always considered you their son too."
Blaine grins at Kurt and slides off the bed, grabbing Kurt's hands and pulling him on his feet. "Come on, I know a way to cheer you up. I think they still have some of your favorite ice-cream left..."
Kurt had forgotten everything that was worrying him during the week after spending time with Blaine. Even though they didn't really leave the hospital, Blaine always knew how to entertain Kurt and most importantly make him feel better. But as soon as Kurt entered his dorm room back at Dalton Academy, all the worry hit him hard. He remembered why he was feeling down this week. His mother's death anniversary was next saturday. Exactly a week away.
Kurt's mum had died from cancer after spending years at the hospital. That was how Blaine and Kurt met. One day, when Kurt was around ten years old, he was wandering around the hospital looking for his mum's room after coming back from the vending machine, that was how he accidentally met Blaine.
Kurt turned his head to look back, slightly biting his lips and hoping his dad would come out and lead him back to his mum's room. He had just came back from the vending machine, with a bar of chocolate clutched in his hands and he had no idea where he was. The hospital was massive and the more he tried to find the room, the more lost and worried he felt.
Kurt had just passed yet another set of rooms when he heard a sniffle coming from one of them. He turned back, feeling slightly worried and marched up to the room emitting the sound. The door was ajar and Kurt, curious as ever, brings his free hand and pushed the door open wider. He peers inside and catches a glimpse of a boy sitting on a bed with his back to Kurt. The boy's shoulders were shaking and his hands were clasping the edges of the bed. He had a mass of dark curly hair and was dressed in a hospital gown.
Kurt automatically takes a step forward when he hears a sob coming out of the small boy, wanting to ask him what was wrong. His dad always told him it was rude to enter a room without knocking, so he bought his hand up and lightly knocked the door, startling the other boy.
The other kid slightly turned around and Kurt could now see his slightly bloodshot hazel eyes. A stray tear escaped his eye and he turned around, bringing his hand to brush it off. Kurt takes a step inside, then another and another until he finds himself standing next to the boy.
Kurt cocks his head to the side and frowns, clearly troubled by the crying kid who was trying to wipe the tears off his face. "Are you okay?"
The boy slightly raises his head out of his hands, one hazel eye peering at Kurt with a frown. "Who are you?"
"Kurt. My name is Kurt Hummel," Kurt replies politely, extending his hand.
The boy doesn't take it. Just stares at it as if Kurt was going to choke him at any second. Kurt drops his hand after a minute of silence. "And yours?"
The boy just stares at him, glaring at Kurt. Kurt awkwardly looks down and shifts his sneaker clad feet, not knowing what to say. But then he suddenly he looks up and extends the other hand, the one with the chocolate bar. "Here. Chocolate always cheers me up. Maybe it'll cheer you up too."
The boy still doesn't say anything. He does nothing except keep that unwavering stare at Kurt's face and it was slowly setting Kurt on edge. A minute passes then a second with no movement. Kurt still had his hand extended and it was starting to ache him but he wasn't giving up any time soon.
A door opens and Kurt turns his head to see a doctor walk in and his dad in tow. "Kurt, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you. You had me worried there, where've you been?" Burt says to his son walking up to him and pulling him into a hug.
"No where, daddy. I got lost and I ended up here."
"Kids will be kids," the doctor says smiling, who's name Kurt reads is Dr. Will Schuester. "I see you've met Blaine Anderson, Kurt."
Kurt nods and the boy, Blaine, turns his glare to Dr. Will, as if by revealing his name he had lost some kind of unseen battle between him and Kurt. "Come on, kiddo. We need to go. Visiting hours are almost over and your mum is looking for you."
Kurt takes his dad's hand and starts to head out with him but just before they leave, he walks back to Blaine and places the chocolate bar next to him on the bed and whispers a "cheer up", before walking out of the door with Blaine's eyes on him the whole way out.
After that, they became friends pretty past. The next day, Kurt purposely "got lost" to end up at Blaine's room again. Room 307. Blaine wasn't acting any warmer to Kurt, but Kurt didn't mind. Especially after he noticed the empty chocolate bar wrapper on the night stand on the side of the bed. Blaine had ate it after all.
Kurt started showing up every day after that. He would visit Blaine whenever his mum was sleeping or busy, and he would try to drag as many words from Blaine as he could. It felt hopeless but after a while, Blaine started opening up. Murmured one word answers turned into full sentences and glares turned into shy smiles. He grew so used to Kurt visiting him daily, that when Kurt would miss out on a day he would grow agitated and question Kurt endlessly and always assuming the worst. Six years later, Blaine was the nicest and warmest person Kurt had ever met.
Blaine's history was still kind of a mystery to Kurt. It had taken him two years to figure out that Blaine's hospital room was actually located in the psych ward of the hospital. He had tried questioning Blaine about it, but Blaine never liked talking about it and Kurt could didn't want to force him to explain unwillingly. The only answer Kurt ever got about Blaine's past was his parents. Blaine lived with his dad after his mum suddenly left without returning. Kurt asked him why his dad never bothered visiting him in the hospital but Blaine would just snort in a sarcastic way and say, "he couldn't be bothered".
Kurt was extremely sympathetic and protective towards Blaine when it came to his parents which is why when Christmas came along, he begged his father to let Blaine come over. The hospital surprisingly accepted after Burt answered some questions and signed some papers. Blaine spent all the other holidays with Burt and Kurt after that, and he was practically considered family by then.
Even after Kurt's mother died, Kurt didn't stop visiting Blaine at the hospital, which Blaine was extremely grateful for. He had told Kurt that if he didn't want to come to the hospital because it might bring back some bad memories then it would be okay by him. Actually, it wasn't okay with him. It was far from it, actually. If Kurt only knew how much Blaine depended on him, he would be worried. But, much to Blaine's luck, Kurt refused to stop visiting Blaine at the hospital, telling him that they were best friends now and nothing would ever change that. Blaine tried not to flinch at the words, 'best friends' and tries to convince himself that he should just be grateful Kurt was even in his life.
Kurt sighs and sets his car keys on the table, taking his jacket off and draping it over a chair. He was taking his scarf off, when his phone blasted out his ringtone. Kurt reaches to his bag and digs for the phone before bringing it to his ear and greeting, "Hello?"
"Hey, Kurt. It's me," A gruff voice says on the other end.
"Hey, dad. How are you?" Kurt replies, now sitting on the bed and untying the laces of his sneakers. No matter how much he tried to miss it, he still noticed the ache in his dad's voice. Kurt's mum's death hit Burt the hardest, and one year later, his grief hadn't lessened by one bit.
"I'm fine, kiddo. I was just checking in to see how're you handling... everything."
"I'm doing fine, dad. Blaine and school are keeping me occupied. On the other hand, I hope you aren't exhausting yourself. I don't want you getting another heart attack," Kurt says, frowning slightly at the memory.
"Don't worry, I'm taking care of myself just fine. I also wanted to ask when are you coming to Lima next week?"
Kurt heaves a sigh before replying, "I'll be coming on Saturday, dad. I know it might seem a bit too late but I can't make it on friday. So I'll be dressed and ready by the time I'm there," Kurt says. "Oh, and dad? Blaine asked if he could come and I said yes. I hope you don't mind."
"Of course I wouldn't mind, the kid's like my own child. I just want you guys to be safe on the way here. I don't want you getting into any accidents, okay?"
Kurt gives a wan smile. "We'll be careful, dad. Don't worry. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay, bye, Kurt. Take care."
"Bye, dad."
Kurt sets the phone on the night stand, and lays back on the bed, closing his eyes and trying to rid his mind of the last horrible days of his mum's life.
Hello, everyone :D Well this is officially my first Glee fanfic and I'm excited to see where this one is heading. I was going to make it a bit longer but I figured that this chapter will be some kind of filler to show you Kurt and Blaine's relationship. How they met, etc.
I hope you enjoy reading it and if you do (or don't) then let me know what you think :)
P.S: The title and summary are liable to change since I still don't know exactly how this story will turn out to be.