Blaine was hurt, his heart felt heavy in his stomach. Kurt kept trying to call him, texting him and begging him to pick up. Right now Blaine just wanted to be upset and mad and hurt. He didn't want to talk to Kurt. He didn't care if it was only texting it was still cheating. Kurt cheated on him and it hurt. He thought singing his feelings would help him feel better but it didn't. The calling stopped for a couple hours and then started up again around eleven at night. Blaine was having and internal struggle of whether to actually pick up the phone, he sighed and just turned off his phone, he would till he calmed down before he talked to Kurt.
The next day Blaine got ready for school feeling tired and weighed down. There was a new unsettling feeling he couldn't figure out. His day was not starting well. First he forgot to turn his phone on. Then he was late to his homeroom. He just sat down letting out a huff. He pulled out some notes to distract himself and do some last minute studying. He ignored the sounds around him till he heard Ms. Pillsbury say his name. He looked up confused, "Blaine, would you mind coming with me?" he nodded closing his notebook and placing it back in his bag following her out in the hallway.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked curiously.
"No, Blaine this is about Kurt," if Blaine was listening carefully he would have been able to tell that there was something off with her voice.
"Ms. Pillsbury, I don't know what he told you but I promise we will be able to work it out. I just need some time to cool off."
"No Blaine. Kurt is in the hospital… he was in a really bad accident. They aren't sure if he is going to make it. He made it through the night but it's …"
Blaine's heart stopped. He barely remembered the ride to the hospital or running down the halls looking for Kurt. He froze when he saw Carole and Finn sitting in the hall. "Blaine-" Carole started for him giving him a tight hug, shushing him. When did he even start crying?
"How is he?"
"Not good. The major things are his severe burns and his penetrated lung, but there are a lot of other problems as well."
"Can I go see him?"
"Yes, of course go ahead in."
Fresh tears appeared as he walked in, Burt was next to him holding onto his hand tightly softly retelling stories of when Kurt was a kid. Kurt had burns on and whole half of his body. They of course were lightly covered in a thin bandage. He was also covered in more bruises, stitches, cuts, and bandages.
His sniffle revealed his presence in the room. No words seemed right to exchange between him and Burt. Burt just squeezed Kurt's good hand as well as Blaine's shoulder as he quietly left the room. Blaine took a deep breath approaching the bed slowly and sitting down next to it. "Blaine … you came." Kurt sounded so weak and so tired; it just shattered Blaine's heart.
"If only I had been here sooner. This is all my fault, I should have just answered your calls" Blaine knew he was a sobbing mess.
" At least I get to see you one last time," he breathed out.
"Kurt … don't talk like that" he grasped Kurt's good hand in both of his hands, "we're together now, everything's going to be alright, you'll see." It was a forced optimism but he just refused to let Kurt go. Kurt let out a wet chocking cough and tried to catch his breath before speaking again. Blaine hushed him and gently stroked his hand.
"I'm sorry for-"
"No, no, I overreacted Kurt. I … Kurt, I was pushing you away. I was trying to get used to the idea of being alone again. And if … and if I can't even handle the thought of you going away to New York how … how I am ever … Kurt … Please stay with me. Please don't leave me. … … I love you"
A/N: I am not sure how I went this to end so I get foggy on the end of it. I was thinking of continuing it and doing other small short bits of Kurt later dealing with his serious injuries but I also am slightly evil and considering killing Kurt off. I don't know why I upset like this and write such angst. Sorry.