Just a small little one-shot, review if you want me to continue! (:
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Blaine backed out of the driveway like a bolt of lightning and sped when he hit the tarmac.
Kurt's been injured. Come to Lima Memorial now, please. He had received the text from Finn just a mere five minutes earlier, and had bolted out the door, ignoring his father's questions. There would be plenty of time to talk later. Right now, Kurt, his best friend Kurt, was in the hospital in critical condition.
Kurt hummed "Teenage Dream" as he got into his car, but seconds later he felt himself being thrown out by two strong hands.
"What the-" he managed to get out before he felt a strong punch to his stomach. Two more punches were thrown before he felt himself stumble to the road, feeling his knees give way as he did.
"Fag!" he heard somebody shout before pain ripped through his abdomen. "Fag!" A kick to his shoulder. He went into a fetus position, hugging his knees close to himself.
"P-P-Please..." he cried, "S-Stop... Please..." He yelped in pain as he felt a burning slap to his cheek.
"Shut up, fag!" Another kick. He lay on the ground, groaning and writhing in his own blood as his tormentor ran away.
"Hey! Stop right there, you imbecile!" a familiar voice called out. Kurt groaned, trying to lift his head off the ground, but he found that he had no energy to do so.
"Porcelain! Oh god- Sweet Porcelain, are you okay?" Obviously not, Coach Sylvester, thought Kurt as he felt his head spin. His head lifted off the ground with help from a certain Sue Sylvester's hands, but he could not keep his vision straight.
"Porcelain!" he heard shouting. "Porcelain! Stay with me, okay? Hey, Jewish cloud, call 911 NOW!"
And then, black came.
"Kurt Hummel, please." Blaine panted to the reception counter right after he bolted through the door.
"Kurt H.? Hold on a minute, young man." Blaine steadied his breathing as the lady typed into the computer. "Ah, Kurt H. Third floor, he's in the ICU right now. Elevators are to your left. After you're out, turn right and walk down the hall. Can't miss it."
"Thank you." Blaine walked briskly to the elevator and pressed the 'up' button. The doors opened a split second after and he slid in, hurriedly pressing the button for the third floor. A girl who was also in the lift got out on the same floor as him and strutted to the ICU. Blaine let his mind ask why she seemed so familiar before hurrying down the hall behind her.
"Where's Kurt?" the blond asked Finn, who was leaning against the wall, pale as a sheet.
"He's in there, Quinn. He's in the ICU ward." The blond, Quinn, pressed her face against the window of the ward.
"Kurt." she whispered before breaking down in tears. Blaine went up and stood beside her, taking in the sight before him. There was Kurt, his lithe body hooked up to a dozen or so machines. He had an oxygen mask and his chest was rising up and down slowly. A tear slowly slid down his cheek as he stared at the boy he loved, but had no courage to tell him so. He placed a hand on the window and let himself cry.
"Kurt," Elizabeth Hummel took her son's hand and they sat down on a bench in a room filled with white.
"Mom? Mom, I miss you so much." their eyes met, each staring into the other. Two pairs of glasz eyes sparkled in the stark white room.
"Kurt, I'm here to tell you something." Kurt furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you need to tell me, Mom? Just say it." Elizabeth sighed and pinched her nose bridge, as if in deep thought.
"Kurt... You were almost killed." Kurt froze for a moment, then let out a laugh.
"That's crazy, Mom. I'm right here-" right at that moment, he heard faint beeping. Oh god, he thought, I remember. The events of the afternoon before flooded his mind and pushed their way through his blank mind. "M-Mom? What's happening?"
"Kurt, you were attacked by somebody. He might have only kicked and punched you, but he hurt your heart and mind as well." Kurt felt her hand wipe away a tear from his face. "He made your feelings go away. And that's why I'm here. I'm h-here to tell you that... you can't feel anymore."
Kurt felt his mind swirl. "I-I can't f-feel?"
"You can feel the touches of people, of course, but you can't feel sorrow, happiness, fear, or..." Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was coming next. "...love." at that word, he felt the dream world shift, and everything became an image of Blaine - his definition of love.
"Blaine. I won't feel anything for him anymore." a tear slid down his cheek. "Why can I still cry? I'm not supposed to feel sad."
"You won't feel anything, dear, when you wake up. Tears will still come, though. I'm so sorry."
"When will I wake up?"
"I don't know, Kurt. I don't know." and with that, Elizabeth left, leaving Kurt crying his heart out.
"Blaine. I won't feel anymore. I can't feel anything anymore. Blaine."
He felt his heart crack for what would most probably be the last time.
"I love you."
"Kurt? Hey, Kurt's awake!" Kurt sat up, looking straight at Blaine who was holding his hand.
"Kurt!" Burt rushed forward to hug his son while Carole shed happy tears. Finn spun around, looking delighted, though tired.
"Dad?" Kurt said in a monotone voice. "Dad, I saw Mom in my dreams."
He felt his father stiffen before he continued. "I can't feel anymore, Dad. Grief, happiness, fear, love. Nothing. I'm sorry."
"W-What?" Blaine stuttered, feeling his world break, like a mirror shattering into a million pieces. Kurt can't feel anymore. Tears steadily made their way down his cheek, but Kurt wiped them away with his thumb, showing no expression on his face as he did so.
"Kurt," Burt said softly, "What do you m-mean by you can't feel?"
"I mean, I don't have feelings anymore." Burt broke down, and together with Finn and Carole, left the room in tears. Blaine looked at the door, but made no movements to leave Kurt.
"Blaine?" Blaine returned his attention to his best friend and nodded.
"Yes?" Kurt squeezed his hand.
"Blaine, when and if I get my feelings back, I'll be able to do this properly. But right now, I know. I love you, Blaine. I believe I have and I still do, though I cannot feel anything. I love you." Kurt looked at Blaine, hoping for any emotion to show.
To Blaine, it was just like looking into a blank piece of paper. Nothing showed up on the countertenor's face, but a tear slid down his cheek, staining his hospital gown. Blaine cupped Kurt's face softly and pressed a kiss to his lips.
"I love you, Kurt. I love you more than you can imagine. We'll find a way out of t-this, I promise." If Kurt had emotions, he would be smiling by now. But now, his eyes and face were void of expression.
"I love you." the words were said without passion, and Blaine cried even harder at that. Kurt kissed Blaine's tears away.
I want to feel, his head screamed, I want to feel. If not for myself, then for Blaine, Dad, Mom, Finn and my friends. Rachel, Mercedes... I want to feel again.
Please let me be able to feel again.
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