Kicked To The Curb

"Come on, wake up."

Kurt could hear a faint voice, urging him to wake. But his eyes would simply not open. It as like his eyelids were too heavy for him to lift. The voice repeated it's command, and Kurt had to find out who was with him. With some work, he cracked one eye open, blinded by the bright, white walls of what appeared to be a hospital.

Wait-hospital?

Kurt snapped both of his eyes open and jerked up, wincing at the pain that shot through his chest and legs. His breathing became heavier and faster with every passing second it took him to realize his atmosphere.

"Am I in the hospital? Oh god, oh god... I- I need to get out of here... I need- I need-" He stopped himself, feeling every word scratch his throat and cause more pain to pulse through his body.

He hadn't noticed the unfamiliar looking man sitting next to him until the voice that woke him yelled for a nurse.

He looked back to where the voice was coming from. He had hazel eyes and gelled black hair-

And the memories flooded back. The kicking, and punching, the name calling, and the man who stopped what he was doing to help him. He stared into his eyes with his own blue ones before speaking up.

"Do I know you?"

The man chuckled slightly to himself. "It depends. Have you heard of me?"

Kurt shot him a confused facial expression. "What does that even mean?" The man laughed, but when Kurt shot him a look that read bitch, I'm in a hospital, don't test me, he backed up a little to show him he was sorry.

"I'll introduce myself after the nurses come in, deal?" Kurt nodded, and just then a nurse walked in with a chart. She gave one to Kurt and one to hazel eyes.

"Glad to see sleepy head is awake. We were worried, you've been asleep for over 20 hours."

...What! "So, it's not the 15th?"

The nurse shook her head. "It's the 16th. It's 12:30pm." Kurt was shocked, but merely nodded, waiting for the nurse to continue.

"So, Kurt Hummel has 3 broken ribs, we repared them during immidate surgery not an hour after you were admitted in. You also needed a few stiches on his arm, and major bruising." Hazel eyes winced and shot Kurt a look of sympathy. "We've contacted parents, they are waiting in the waiting area. Whenever you want to see them, we'll let them in."

"Can you give us a few minutes?" Kurt asked the nurse. She nodded, and Kurt thanked her as she walked out of the room.

"I'm really sorry," Hazel eyes apologized. "You probably didn't deserve this." Kurt nodded, accepting his apology. But his mind was on other things.

"So, who are you exactly?"

He made a face to show he was thinking. "Well, I'm a lot of people, actually. I'm a 17 year old guy who's trying to find a place in this world for himself, but I'm also a 17 year old boy who's made some pretty bad desisions while trying to keep his home from being sold back to morgage." Kurt nodded, but still didn't quite understand.

"Wait, so, I'm confused. What's that mean?"

Blaine softly chuckled under his breath as he held his head down.

"Well, I guess this is the best time than ever to tell you who I am, right?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, "Please."

"My name's Blaine Anderson."

Kurt's eyes went wide, his heart racing. And since he was hooked up to a heart monitor, Blaine could see it too.

"Now, let me explain myself. I know that most people-like you- would be freaked out and try to run far, far away from me. But if you could just please hear me out before you start to make accusations, I would appriciate that. Kurt's heart was still racing, and his eyes were still wide, but he nodded slowly.

"I guess we should start from the root of the problem. I was 16, just a year ago, and I had brought my first boyfriend home from school that day. My mother was home, but my father was working. When wasn't he? My mother loved him; she told me that he was so sweet, and polite. Well, my father doesn't get off work until 9ish, usually. So my mother said that we could cuddle on the couch and watch a movie. Unfortunatly, my father came home two hours earlier than planned. When he saw me and him on the couch, he freaked out and yelled at him to go home. He left, but then the unthinkable happened. My father walked over to me and called me a fag, and that he wouldn't have me spreading my fairy dust around the Anderson household. I argued with him, and said that I liked guys, and that so what?" He stopped, and chuckled sadly. "Biggest freaking mistake of my life. He hit me across the face, sent me upstaires to pack a couple bags, and told me to leave and never return. And I ran. I've been living in a motel by Scandals for the past year. You think my father bails me out of jail? Never. It's been my brother, Cooper Anderson. He cares a lot about me. I only try to rob all those banks because I need the money to pay for my 'home'. But I end up getting caught everytime. I pretty much got thrown in the pile of shit. Kicked to the curb. And I've been miserable since that day." By the time he was done, he was crying. And even Kurt had tears in his eyes.

Kurt, despite the pain, reached over to Blaine and pulled him into a tight hug. Kurt knew that right from the start that he wasn't that bad of a person, and he was glad to prove that theory.

"It's ok Blaine... You're ok now..." Kurt was soothing Blaine; trying to calm him. Blaine cried into his shoulder. Kurt didn't know what to do. He really wanted his phone. This would make an interesting tweet.

"I'M IN THE HOSPITAL AFTER GETTING BEAT UP AND NOW I'M CUDDLING A CRIMINAL THAT SAVED MY LIFE."

Blaine calmed down, and turned to face Kurt. "I'm sorry to throw all of this stuff out at you, I don't think you deserve or need anything else on your plate right now-"

"Why me?"

Blaine snapped head to stare into the boy's blue eyes. "Huh?"

"Why did you stop what you were doing to help me?" Kurt asked, curious. "Why wern't you just like everyone else in Lima? They would have just looked the other way. But you- of all people- stopped your car and helped me. Hell, you even drove me to the hospital!" Kurt thought for a moment. "Did you go home last night?"

Blaine hesitated. "...No?"

Kurt's eyes went wide, once again. "Well, I went home to get some clothes and a bite to eat, but I might have- sort have- spent the night here?"

"You didn't leave me." Kurt thought aloud. "Why didn't you leave me?"

"Because even though I don't know you, you were hurt badly. They wouldn't let your parents in, only me because I was with you and refused not to leave. So, I couldn't just leave you here on your own, passed out or not."

Kurt's eyes swelled in tears. God, no one ever told Kurt that criminals were so sweet! "Oh, please don't cry..." Blaine pulled Kurt into his chest, rubbing soothing circles onto his back. Kurt relaxed into the touch. He sighed after he had gained his closure, just laying on Blaine.

"Kurt!"

Well, shit.

Kurt's dad, Burt, walked in and ran to his side, just as Blaine stood up and straightened up. "Oh Kurt, I'm so glad you're ok! I didn't know what happened, and they wouldn't let me in and-" Burt trailed off once he noticed the other presence in the room. "Who's your friend Kurt? He looks awfully familiar." Blaine laughed softly, hesitating before reaching his hand out to Burt. "Hello, Mr. Hummel. I'm Blaine Anderson."

Burt froze and looked from Kurt to Blaine. "Where's my shotgun?"

"DAD!" Kurt yelled. "He saved my life." Burt scoffed.

"Like hell he saved your life. He's a criminal, Kurt. He's a bad person. I bet he put you here, and he's just lying to you about what happened." Kurt's jaw went slack.

Blaine spoke up first. "With all do respect, Mr. Hummel, Kurt was walking to the Lima Bean when a gang of guys started to attack him. I stopped my car and drove him to the hospital."

"And he stayed with me all night!" Kurt added. "I remember all what happened, Dad. He really helped me."

Burt's blood boiled. He didn't know who to believe. His own conciounce or his own son. He decided to just let it go. "Blaine, if you could please leave, so me and Kurt can have a little bit of time alone?" Blaine all but nodded and turned to leave.

"Bye Blaine." Kurt whispered. Blaine smiled. "Bye Kurt." When the door shut, Burt spoke up.

"Did he really help you?" Burt asked. Kurt nodded. "Well, that's very nice of him. But I don't want you to see him anymore."

Kurt's jaw flew open. "Dad! What the fuck? That's so unfair!"

"Kurt, listen to yourself!" Burt yelled. "You're actually fighting with me about a criminal! What's gotten into you?!"

"HE'S NOT A BAD PERSON! HE TOLD ME HIS STORY! OF WHY HE ROBBED THOSE BANKS! HE LIVES ON HIS OWN! HIS PARENTS KICKED HIM TO THE CURB! HE'S ALONE, AND FEELS LOST! DON'T MAKE STUPID STATEMENTS ABOUT HIM IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HIM!"

Burt was silent. He just walked out of the room, before he said something he would regret. He just turned to ask the nurses when Kurt can be released. Kurt buried his head in his hands, silently crying, wondering if he would ever see Blaine Anderson again.