A/N: Wow. This story really took off. Thanks for all of the reviews/favorites/alerts, they are really appreciated.
Chapter two:
I woke up to the sound of a constant beeping. My eye lids were too heavy to open, so I just laid there, listening. When no other noise came, I tried to open my eyes. The beeping became more frequent. Oh my gosh, it's a heart monitor! I thought, tears forming. My eyes flutter open effortlessly once the tears fell. I noticed a man sitting on a wooden chair by the window, a younger man laying on the couch on the other side of my bed.
"Hello?" I croaked. The two sat up looking like a deer in the head lights.
"Kurt?" the younger one said.
"Who is Kurt?" I asked, pulling the rough bed sheets up to my neck.
"You're Kurt. And I'm Blaine," he said. The older man just stood at the end of my bed, tears falling down his face. "Kurt, this is your father."
"Dad?" I asked, not sure what else to say. I didn't have any memory of either of these men, though they both seemed to know who I was.
"Yeah, Kurt," my dad said, his voice barely a whisper. I had to strain to understand what he said. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts," I said, finally feeling the pain that was pushing to the front of my consciousness. I tried to sit up, using my right arm to hoist myself up, when I heard a loud crack. The pain was so bad I couldn't even scream.
"NURSE!" Blaine called, running out of the room. My dad rushed to my side, helping me lay back down. Once his hands touched me, I found my voice. My scream was so loud that the pounding in my head grew. Blaine returned to the room with two nurses and a man, who I guessed was my doctor. One of the nurses put a needle in my IV, and within seconds everything was black.
When I woke up again, the room was dark. The two men from earlier were both asleep on the couch. "Hey," I said, louder than intended. They both woke at the sound of my voice, jumping off the couch and running to my bed side.
"How are you feeling?" my dad asked, holding my hand.
"I feel," I started, thinking about how I really did feel, "Like this is a dream." The edges of my vision were slightly blurred, while the rest seemed to be in slow motion.
"I'll be right back, Kurt. The doctor wanted to know when you woke up," Blaine said, letting go of my hand. I hadn't even realized he was holding it. I nodded, making my head start pounding. My father and I were the only ones in the quiet room; the only sound was that stupid heart monitor.
"I love you, son," my dad said, squeezing my hand. I didn't know what to say, other than 'I love you, too,' but how in the world was I supposed to tell a man I just met that I love him back. The silence stretched on forever. When Blaine entered the room, I felt a sudden wave of relief. I hadn't realized how much I needed him in the room with me until he left.
"Blaine," I sighed when he took my hand. He replied with a smile. My heart fluttered like a thousand butterflies.
"Hello, Kurt, my name is Dr. Frit. How are you feeling today?" he asked, holding a pen to the clipboard in his hand.
"My head hurts," I replied truthfully.
"Okay, we'll give you some pain medication here shortly. But, first I need to tell you why you're here. Two days ago you were attacked by your car. You're whole right shoulder, collar bone, and most of your ribs are crushed. Don't put any pressure on that shoulder, and try to stay laying down as much as possible," he said, telling my dad and Blaine this as well. "Do you know who did this to you?"
I shook my head, "I don't remember anything before waking up last time." Saying this out loud seemed to make the realization true. I held my tears in, not wanting to cry in front of everyone. Instead my dad let out enough tears for the rest of us. The doctor left without another word.
"I brought some pictures with me. Hopefully you'll be able to remember something," my dad said, holding a large photo album. I reached for it, but it was too heavy. I patted the left side of my bed, both, Blaine and my dad, sat down on either side of me, and leaning against my pillows.
"I have a question," I asked before my dad opened the book. He nodded. "Who are you?" I asked to Blaine. "I only know your name, who are you really? Are you my boyfriend?"
Blaine laughed. "No, why would you ask?" I didn't want to answer. I knew I was really attracted to him, so I was hoping.
"Then why are you here?" I said instead. I must have been too blunt because he's smile faltered for a second. But only a second. His amazing smile was back so fast, that I thought I might have imagined the falter.
"I met you the other day at my school. You came to spy on our Glee Club, the Warblers. We went out to dinner after," Blaine said, "I was on the phone with you when you were attacked." My dad seemed surprised by this. What has he been doing while I was out if not asking who Blaine was?
"So, you saved me?"
"Yes, he did," my dad smiled. So, that must have been what they talked about. Dad opened the album. The first page was of a beautiful blonde woman.
"Mom?" I said, remembering making cookies wither her. I told my dad and Blaine this, smiling as I recalled the smell and the taste. This memory brought on more and more. I told both of them as much could remember. "How old am I?" I asked.
"Sixteen," Dad said.
"Oh," I frowned. "I can't remember past first grade."
"That was when your mom died," my dad whispered.
"She's gone?" I cried. He didn't answer, but rather hugged me. I put my head on his shoulder, trying to lay as flat as possible. Blaine was rubbing circles on the back of my hand in a soothing manner. I cried for a long time. I called her name, hoping she was just out in the lobby, waiting to come in and see me. But she never came. I was alone with my dad and Blaine.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I croaked. I had cried all of the tears I had. Dad was still holding me, and Blaine was rubbing my whole arm. A group of teenagers walked into my room. The girl in the front was holding a big tray of cookies.
"Hey, Kurt, we brought you some cookies," she said, setting the cookies down.
"Kurt, do you remember you friends?" my dad asked. I shook my head, searching my brain, trying to remember.
"I'm Rachel. This is, Finn, Puck, Tina, Brittney, Artie, Sam, Quinn, Santana, Mike, and Mercedes," she said, each nodding when their names were said. I smiled, remembering some of the kids in my Glee Club.
"I think I remember some of you," I said. Everyone smiled. Puck, Finn, and Sam went out to find more chairs. The girls sat on the foot of my bed.
"Who is this?" Mercedes asked, nodding towards Blaine.
"Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson from the Dalton Warblers," he said. The boys had returned in time to hear what Blaine said.
"The Warblers? Why are you here?" Rachel said with a little too much attitude.
"I was on the phone with Kurt when he was attacked," Blaine said, rubbing my hand again.
"Are you a dolphin too?" Brittney asked, smiling at me. "Like Kurt?"
"What?" Blaine asked, looking to me. I shrugged.
"She wants to know if you're gay," Artie said, as gently as possible.
"Yes, I'm gay," Blaine answered.
"Get. Out," Rachel shouted, almost jumping at Blaine.
"What? Why?" Mercedes asked, holding Rachel back.
"He's here to spy on us!" Rachel shrieked, clawing at Blaine.
"He's staying, Rachel. Just because Jesse St. James messed with you, doesn't mean Blaine is going to do the same to me," I shouted. I tried to lean forward, but my shoulder wouldn't let me. Blaine helped me get resituated.
"You remembered that?" Rachel said, not really knowing how what was more important. I could tell she wanted Blaine out of the room before she said another word.
"Yes, I do," I said, pulling Blaine closer to me, "He makes me happy, Rachel. None of you understand what I'm going through right now," I said. Rachel went to interrupt, but I cut her off, "I've been bullied by Karofsky since I came out. None of you noticed! He did this to me, you know. I confronted him and he did this. But, none of you even noticed what was going on. Not even you five," I said, pointing to Finn, Puck, Sam, Mike, and Artie, "You are all on the football team. You are with him every day, but none of you even noticed." Tears were falling freely now.
"You remembered all of that?" Puck said, leaning forward in his chair.
"That's not the point right now is it?" I glared. "Blaine was there for me. He knew I was being bullied without even knowing the situation. Something none of you seemed to pick up on."
"Kurt, that's not fair," Blaine said. "Just because they didn't notice doesn't mean they don't care... I'm sure they would have done what they could."
"Yeah. We talked to Karofsky almost every day about picking on you," Puck said, "Why do you think he tries to say we're all dating you?" I was shocked. "We made you go to spy on the Warblers because we needed to talk with Karofsky without you there."
"Re-really?" I shifted, guiltily.
"Yeah, Kurt. We're a family. Even if we don't get to see you all the time 'cause you have to be in the ocean," Brittney said, laying her head on my legs. I removed my hands from my father's and Blaine's, and took Brittney's and Pucks. I felt Puck try to pull away, but he kept his hand on his knee.
"I'm sorry for doubting you guys," I said through my tears.
"Is there anything else you remember?" Blaine asked, wiping my tears away.
After a minute or two I answered, "No, not really."
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked.
"What I mean is, I don't remember anything," I said.
"I'm going to get Dr. Frits," my dad said, leaving the room. He returned a few minutes later. "He said that the anger made you remember." He sounded a little disappointed.
My friends soon left. My dad had to go to work, so I was left alone with Blaine. "Don't you ever go home?" I joked.
"I've been going back to Dalton around midnight. I come right after class," Blaine said, sitting in the chair Finn left in the room. "I bring my homework with me, so I'm really not missing much." I tried to say school is more important, but Blaine seemed to know what I was thinking, "No, Kurt. You need me. I'm not going anywhere until you're better."
"Blaine, you really don't have to. I'll be fine. Promise," I said, rolling on my left side, facing Blaine.
"I want to be here, Kurt. It's my fault this happened. I told you to confront Karofsky," Blaine whispered.
"Don't. You can tell me to go hang myself. Or jump off of a bridge. But that doesn't mean I'm going to do it. I chose to talk to that Neanderthal," I said, taking Blaine's hand. His eyes shined and he blinked, trying to make it look like he wasn't crying, but when one tear brimmed over, he couldn't stop. I pulled him into a hug. "Blaine, it's okay." I rubbed his back, making soothing noises.
Blaine stayed until midnight like he said. But before he left, the doctor stopped in. "You can go home tomorrow morning, Kurt. You just have to take it easy for the next few months. You'll have the rest of the week off of school, but Monday, you should go back."
"Can he go home tonight?" Blaine asked. "I can drive him home."
"Mr. Hummel will have to come sign you out," Dr. Frits said.
"Will he come, Kurt," Blaine asked, "I'll be stay with Kurt for the rest of the night."
"As long as it's okay with you and your father, you can leave tonight."
"Okay, I'll call my dad, just to be sure," I said. Blaine handed me his phone, and I dialed my dad's number. He picked up on the first ring.
"Blaine? Is Kurt alright?" my dad asked.
"Dad, it's me. The doctor said I could go home tonight. But you'll have to come sign me out. Blaine said he'd stay with me, if that's okay?" I asked.
"Let me talk to Blaine really quick," my dad said. I handed Blaine his phone. He held it to his ear. There were a lot of 'yes, sir's,' and 'no, sir's.' He then handed the phone to Dr. Fits.
"You're going home tonight," the doctor said. "You're father will be here in about fifteen minutes to fill out the paper work. Kurt, a nurse will come in and help you change." The doctor motioned for Blaine to follow him. Once they both left, the nurse came in. She was really strong, so we had no problem. Once I was changed she helped me into a wheel chair. Blaine returned and wheeled me out to his car that he pulled to the front.
Once we reached the car, Blaine helped me into the passenger seat.. He helped me fasten my seatbelt. Then we were off. I showed him the way to my house. "What time do you have to be up tomorrow for school?"
"I'm not going. I'm not going leave you alone," Blaine said, grabbing my hand. Just then, Blaine's phone went off. He pulled off the road before he answered the call. He didn't let my hand go.
"Great news," Blaine said, "That was Wes, he said he'll get my work and email it to me, so I won't have to be back until Monday morning. You have me all to yourself for the rest of the weekend."
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