I don't own Glee.
This was not how the night was supposed to go.
Hot tears of agony and sorrow poured down Blaine's pale face as he sat in an uncomfortable chair. Somewhere beside him, Kurt's dad was pacing; feeling useless while his baby boy was in surgery and it was all Blaine's fault.
A small sound of disgust escaped from the curly haired boy's dry lips as he buried his face into his hands.
I don't deserve to be here. Blaine thought. I did this. I caused everybody so much pain. I cause Kurt pain. So much pain.
A comforting hand was placed soothingly on his back and Blaine resisted the urge to shrug it off remembering his manners.
"This isn't your fault, you know." The voice of Carole was thin and tired as she gave her best at comforting Blaine.
I don't deserve their comfort. They should be yelling. Should be kicking me out. I need them to yell at me. Blaine thought as the events of the night played again on an endless torturous loop inside his mind and he let them. He let himself go over every single detail of all that happened. Blaine let himself feel the pain after remembering every word they had shouted at each other.
"Maybe you should come with me and get a coffee." Again, Carole was trying to be nice and Blaine couldn't take it.
Inside, the guilt was tearing at his heart. He had hurt Kurt. He had done this to the beautiful, fragile, amazing Kurt. And now his family was insisting on being nice to him.
"No thank you." Blaine managed to choke out those three words in a horse voice through the steady flow of tears.
"Dude, you look like crap. Seriously, just get a coffee. I know when Kurt… gets out of surgery, he's going to want to see you and no offense, but you don't look too good." Finn supplied from where he was sitting in s chair.
No he won't. Blaine thought bitterly, but chose not to say anything to the taller boy.
Finn had been the one to call him in the first place.
Blaine looked down at his phone as it rang. This was certainly not a time when Blaine wanted to talk to… Finn? Why was he calling?
"Hello?" Blaine answered his phone with a tired voice, rubbing his eyes.
"Blaine? Oh my god, I don't even know how to say this." Finn's rushed voice came from the other line. This made the shorter boy more nervous than curious.
"Speak slower." He advised while gripping the phone tightly.
"It's Kurt-"
"What's wrong?' Blaine cut off Finn before he could finish. With the mention of Kurt's name, Blaine was now very alert and worried.
The few seconds Finn took to answer seemed like an eternity as fear gripped him, his mind running through every possible scenario that could be wrong.
"He got in… in a car accident and it's not good. It's really bad." His voice broke halfway through while Blaine lost the ability to speak all together.
Blaine didn't realize he was holding his breath until his lungs began to burn. Tears pricked his eyes, threatening to fall and ruin his always calm exterior.
"Dude?" Finn called, snapping him back to the harsh reality.
"What hospital?" Was all the Warbler was able to choke out. He was already out the door and in his car, ready to put the address in his GPS and drive to his love.
"Lima Memorial."
With that Blaine was speeding through Ohio, his phone conversation completely forgotten as he drove faster than he had ever driven in his life.
'I'm so sorry, Kurt. I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me. I need you. I love you. Please, god.' Those words ran through Blaine's mind in a constant loop until he got to the hospital.
"Dude, you okay?" Finn asked waving a large hand in front of Blaine's tear streaked face.
In return, Blaine just nodded, looking up to meet an equally stressed face. Wordlessly, the small teenager stood up and turned to face Carole. She too stood and the pair walked in a tired silence to the cafeteria.
They ended up sitting across from each other at a small table, each with a cup of coffee. Neither of them touched the cups sitting in front of them, minds busy on other matters.
"Honey, you do know that this isn't your fault, right?" Carole asked, reaching across the table to put a hand on Blaine's.
"Some mindless idiot was going way too fast and crashed into Kurt." Burt managed to say before rubbing his head and collapsing in his chair.
"He crashed into the driver's side. The other dudes car was totaled, I guess." Finn supplied wearily.
Why were they telling him this? This was the last thing Blaine wanted to know about. He did not want to hear the gruesome and heart breaking details of his Kurt being literally hit with a car.
"I don't understand. Why was Kurt driving so late, anyway?" Carole asked while rubbing Burt's back in soothing circles, trying to calm the man who was trying hard to contain his obvious tears.
Finn sighed. "He was going to see you." Finn looked at Blaine when he said that. " I just remember him running out the door talking really fast. I thought he was excited or something." The tall boy looked like he was about to cry. "I didn't even say goodbye. I never... never thought that this would happen. I never thought that it would be the last time I would see him." His voice cracked, running his hand through his already messy hair.
"Don't ever talk like that again." Came the deadly tone of Burt Hummel. "Kurt will be alright. He is a strong kid and he will survive."
Blaine didn't miss the fact that he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than convince the others.
"He needs to be alright." The defeated tone of Burt made Blaine shiver, giving him truly little to none hope.
"He will be." Carole reassured, looking at all three men. Someone had to be the strong one.
"Just because he was heading over to your house does not mean in any way that you are responsible for this. Do you understand?" Carole demanded, snapping Blaine back to the cold reality he wished did not exist.
The dapper gentleman version of Blaine would have politely nodded and agreed, but he couldn't.
Blaine knew that when Kurt left the house he wasn't excited, but mad and scared. He knew the reason Kurt was heading to his house in the first place was because he was an idiot and didn't know when to shut his mouth.
"Blaine. Look at me." She commanded, squeezing his cold hand.
He raised his head sluggishly as their blood shot eyes met. His eyelids were drooping from the long day, his hair a mess from running his hand through it a million and one times, and his clothes were probably rumpled from everything he had been through.
"This is not your fault."
Blaine was so tired of people saying that to him. They didn't know anything and it just hurt to hear them try and reassure the person that cause Kurt his pain and trouble that it wasn't his fault.
That it wasn't his fault that Kurt was fighting for his life right now. Or that he had gotten in the car in the first place. Or that they had had that huge fight in the first place.
"Kurt, I don't see what the big deal is!" Blaine exclaimed, stomping down the stairs into the familiar room of his boyfriend's basement.
"Blaine. You were flirting with him." Kurt judged, following closely behind.
They had just gotten back from David's house. David had invited Kurt, Wes, and Blaine all over to hang out with one of the newest Warblers. His name was Gian and Kurt could automatically tell that he played for Blaine's and his team, so when Gian practically clung to Blaine that night Kurt got mad.
"I sang a song with him! That hardly constitutes as flirting!" Blaine sighed, trying to keep his cool and not let his anger take over. Kurt could be so dramatic and jealous sometimes.
"It does when you sing love songs with each other! Seriously Blaine, you have to see that you're the wrong one here!" The younger boy insisted and sat down on his bed.
Blaine scoffed. "Kurt, you are being over dramatic right now. We just sang a song, that's all! You need to cool it with the jealousy." The second those words left his lips, he regretted them, knowing they hadn't been what he meant to say.
Kurt pulled on his ice queen mask, popped his hip, and folded his arms over his chest. "You inconsiderate jerk! You are so full of yourself. Get over it Blaine. You were flirting and that's that. Now stop trying to defend yourself and taking your anger out on me." His tone dripped with ice as he snapped out the words.
"I wasn't flirting! Stop being so goddamn insecure! How am I an 'inconsiderate jerk' or full of myself? I'm not the one that talks about himself all the time!" Blaine barked out the words, stepping closer to his livid boyfriend.
"Get out." Kurt said while looking down at his shoes, trying to keep the hurt out of his voice.
"Kurt-"
"I said get out." Kurt said in a low tone, raising he head to look Blaine in the eyes. "I am done dealing with this crap. You clearly have problems if you can be all over another boy in front of me and then have the balls to yell at me for calling you out on it. Now leave."
Blaine pushed the hurt out of his mind and let the anger seep in. He was angry at Kurt for not realizing the truth and how ridiculous he was being.
"Fine. I'd rather leave than stay with an insecure over bearing brat anyway." Blaine said, pushing past Kurt and stomping up the stairs. He wanted Kurt to stop him. He wanted to apologize and sweep him into his arms and kiss him senseless.
"I'm glad." Blaine definitely didn't want to hear that.
Blaine practically ran out to his car, determined to get away from the house before the damn broke. He sat with his head resting against the steering wheel as sobs took a hold of his body.
Kurt was not handling it any better. He threw himself onto the bed and sobbed loudly into his pillow, trying to breathe in between his wailing.
"It was my fault. It was my entire fault." Blaine stated with no emotion whatsoever in his voice, looking down at the table.
His head was swimming with so many emotions. He had never really thought about the whole concept of being careful of what you say because it could be the last thing you say.
He and Kurt got into a fight. They had called each other so many horrible names, their intentions to hurt each other. Blaine's last words to Kurt had been 'Fine. I'd rather leave than stay with an insecure over bearing brat anyway'. And now Kurt was hurt very badly because he was going to Blaine, most likely with the intentions to make up and fix the damage.
But life is cruel and never works the way you intend it to. Kurt had been in a very bad accident and it was all Blaine's fault.
Him and his stupid self had done this to his beautiful, talented, gorgeous, smart, fragile, sexy, amazing, and wonderful angel.
"No it isn't." Carole protested her voice firm.
Something in the young adult had snapped. Blaine was just so tired of hearing people tell him it wasn't his fault. Weren't they listening to him?
"Yes it is! We had a fight and that's the reason he was coming to see me! I was a jerk and now I'm paying for it!" His face crumpled as his voice spoke thick with raw emotion.
Carole sat in stunned silence for a few minute, processing the new information. Finally she took Blaine's hand. "Honey. It is not your fault that this happened. Fights happen. Don't beat yourself up over this. When he is alright, you two can talk."
"But what if he isn't alright?" Blaine asked the question that had been eating away at him all night in a small voice, his heart constricting painfully at the thought. A fresh round of sobs took over his body and he slouched back in his chair and wrapped his arm around his torso as if he was trying to hold himself together.
Carole was up and around the table, pulling him into her chest in a matter of seconds. She stroked his hair and rubbed his back, murmuring comforts and much needed reassurances into his ear. Blaine buried his face in her chest and let out all his tears that seemed never ending.
After a while, Blaine pulled away awkwardly and sheepishly thanked Carole to which she just gave a small chuckle and mumbled something about 'motherly instincts'. She placed her hand on the small of his back and began to steer him back to the dreaded waiting room.
On the way, Blaine made a decision.
Kurt would be okay, no matter what. When he woke up, Blaine would make sure he knew how much he loved him and how sorry he was. He would never leave his side.
Well that was depressing. I seriously don't understand why all these sad story ideas keep popping into my head. This started out as a small story for my one shot series The Little Moments Matter Most (don't mind the fact that I just pimped out my story and check it out!) and it turned into this.
Anyway, I'm not sure if I should continue with this; it really depends if the readers like it or not.
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