This was written off a prompt from SydneyCriss. Happy reading!
Blaine was looking around as he sang Michael Jackson's "Bad". The Warblers were so different now. Blaine didn't really like the leather jacket when he first put it on, but Kurt seemed to be quite fond of it.
"I really hate this jacket!" Blaine was hiding in the changing room, surveying the leather jacket and black pants in the mirror.
"Blaine, I'm sure you look fine," Kurt had already picked out his outfit.
"I look like Puck," Blaine complained. Kurt crinkled his nose. It was no secret that Kurt didn't find Puck attractive in the least.
"Just come out, Blaine," Blaine sighed, stepping out of the changing room. Kurt's eyes widened. To say the least, Blaine looked hot. Blaine, expecting Kurt to have a look of pure horror on his face, looked up to see Kurt blushing bashfully.
My boyfriend is adorable.
"What do you think of the jacket?" asked Blaine holding back a chuckle as Kurt's blush deepened.
"Well, you don't look like Puck," Kurt said breathily. Blaine laughed outright.
Blaine was glad when the song was finally coming to an end. He didn't like seeing the Warblers like that. The song finished and Blaine had just stopped dancing when an agonizing scream sounded somewhere behind him. He spun around to see his boyfriend lying on the ground, screaming and covered in red slushy. He also saw Sebastian standing over him, smirking with a slushy cup in his hand. Blaine was getting ready to punch Sebastian in the face when another scream erupted from Kurt.
Everyone had froze. No one knew what to do. Blaine, shaking off the anger, ran to Kurt and kneeled down next to him. He was vaguely aware of Puck, Sam, and Finn beating the crap out of Sebastian.
"Kurt, Sweetie," Blaine put his hand on Kurt's shoulder. Another scream came from the trembling boy. Kurt was curled into a feeble position with his hands completely covering his face. Sebastian had ran out of the car park holding his stomach, with a black eye and a split lip. Everyone was now standing around Kurt and Blaine, not sure what to do.
"Kurt, Baby, what hurts?" Blaine asked running his hand through Kurt's hair.
"My eye," Kurt whimpered.
"Can I see it?" When Blaine didn't receive an answer, he began to gently move Kurt's hands. Kurt screamed again, and Blaine immediately stopped. Kurt began to hyperventilate, and Blaine scooped the boy into his arms.
"Breathe, Baby, just breathe," Blaine had helped Kurt through several panic attacks, but none like this. Kurt was in physical pain.
"Finn, we're going to have to get him to the emergency room," Blaine looked up at Finn, who nodded and went to get his car.
"No! I don't want to go to the hospital!" Kurt cried, clutching Blaine's jacket and his face.
"I know, but I think you're going to have to go," Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head as Kurt cried. Hospitals were just not a good place for him.
"Mommy!" a six-year-old Kurt squealed, running to his mother. Burt walking close behind.
"Hey, Baby boy," Elizabeth smiled weakly, gesturing for Kurt to join her in the hospital bed. Kurt lay down in his mother's arms.
"Mommy, are you going to come home soon?" Kurt asked. His lower lip wobbled. He really missed his mother.
"Yes, sweetie, I am going home very soon," Elizabeth looked up to see Burt's eyes full of tears. She knew he must have spoken with the doctor, "It's just not the home you're thinking of."
"But I want you to come to our home," little Kurt sniffled.
"I know, sweetheart. One day we will be together again. I love you so much. Never forget how special you are," Elizabeth could feel herself fading, Kurt still crying in her arms.
"I love you, mommy," Kurt sniffled. Burt could see his wife starting to drift. He held her hand, tears streaming steadily down his face.
"I love you, Lizzie," Burt kissed her on the forehead.
"I love you, Burt. Promise me you'll take care of Kurt. Protect him," Elizabeth whispered. Kurt was tucked safely in her arms.
"Always. I promise," Burt was barely able to talk. Elizabeth let out a long breath, and closed her eyes for the last time. Kurt began to cry loudly as he felt his mother's arms go limp around him
Ten years later…
"I believe in you," Kurt said to his unconscious father, who was currently lying in a hospital bed. Kurt didn't understand why life did this to him. Be believed that if his dad was gone, there would be no one to love him and protect him. He would be alone. Little did he know…
"Kurt, you're okay. I'll be right by your side the whole time. I'll protect you," Blaine rocked the boy. Kurt felt like he had a knife in his eye, but deep down inside, he knew that as long as he was in Blaine's arms, he was safe.
A/N - Please tell me what you think. I'm thinking of just making this a two-shot. Thanks for reading.
Currently taking prompts for Glee and The New Normal.
Currently working on the second chapter of this, and a Klaine one-shot (not sure what it's called yet.).