A/N: Wow! I was amazed at all of the favorite story and story alerts I got in such a short time, and all of the reviews were wonderful. Cyber-cookies and kazoos to everyone that did so!
I originally intended this to be a oneshot, but after several reviews practically begging me continue, I couldn't resist this little epilogue. It was surprisingly easy to write... Maybe depressed!Kurt is my forte! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and if you really love, click the little review button on the bottom of the page.
Kurt slowly opens his eyes, taking a good look at his surroundings: a white room, scratchy sheets, and a too bright light are the first things to register. Upon further investigation, an obnoxious beeping is ringing out from his right, and an IV is dripping something or another into his arm through a needle. His other arm feels incredibly stiff, and he looks down to see it wrapped in so much gauze, it's a wonder he can still move his fingers.
A quick glance to his right confronts him with the image of his entire family: Burt, Carole, and Finn, sleeping, along with a familiar curly haired boy, who looks pretty peaceful.
Blaine, that BASTARD, what the hell is he doing here?
Brain confused and fuzzy, Kurt closes his eyes again, just wanting the painful light to go away.
He's on the floor, blood pouring freely from the purple vein, so raggedly opened. Black fuzzes around his vision, and suddenly, everything goes from painful pleasure to cloudy confusion. Then, far too loud, a shout comes from the doorway.
"Oh my God, KURT!"
Before he can register why that voice sounds familiar, he's scooped into someone's decently strong arms.
"Finn, CALL 911!"
He looks up at this person's face, slowly and weakly, to see the worried features of Blaine looking right back at him.
"Go 'way..." he slurs.
Blaine simply shakes his head. "Not when you need me, Kurt. God, I'm so sorry..."
Everything goes dark.
Kurt's eyes dart open.
Oh. He found you. How fucking perfect.
His throat is extremely dry, and there's a full cup of water on the table beside his bed. He reaches the gauzed arm out, but he can't reach the thirst-quenching glass. A small frustrated noise that could almost be categorized as a growl slips past his lips, and awakens Blaine.
The shorter boy walks over and hands the cup to Kurt, who accepts it with a shaking hand.
"Here, let me help," he offers quietly, voice rough from crying. He gently helps Kurt sit up and drink from the water.
"Th-thanks," Kurt says reluctantly, not wanting to be rude to Blaine for helping him, but also wishing he wasn't here to bring back painful memories.
Blaine sits on the opposite side of Kurt's family in a small, plastic hospital chair.
"Kurt, I- I know I was a real dick to you," he begins, making Kurt raise his eyebrow at the language the normally dapper boy uses, "and I would just like to say that I'm sorry. I realize you may not accept this apology, and- I understand why-"
Kurt rasps out, his voice scratchy still from not being used, "No, you don't. You don't understand, and you never will."
After a few seconds, Blaine whispers, "I know."
They simply look at each other for a long while, not saying a word, before Kurt finally breaks the tension.
"Why did you come after me?"
Blaine smiles slightly, saying, "I couldn't get you out of my head. I had to see you then." He looks down at Kurt's gauzed arm, taking his hand slowly. "I'm glad I did."
Kurt feels so confused, as half of him wants to slap Blaine for ruining his plans, and the other wants to kiss him for finally caring so much. Instead of doing either, he opts for a simple, "Won't Jeremy be jealous of you being here?"
Woah, okay, wrong question... Kurt thinks as Blaine's eyes darken at the name.
Despite the change in mood, Blaine answers with a calm, "We broke up. He wasn't right for me."
"Oh."
Kurt is extremely aware of the fact that Blaine is still holding his hand, and his heart beats a bit faster than usual at that, a fact that is embarrassingly known to everyone thanks to the monitor on his other side. His face flushes a bit and he looks away from Blaine.
"Kurt, I don't think you realize- realize what a truly special person you are."
Kurt doesn't look at him, doesn't say a word, even though what Blaine says is true down to the very last word, almost as if he can hear Kurt's thoughts.
"But hopefully you'll see one day that you are the strongest, sweetest, most perfect person in the world."
And he's wrong again. Figures.
"And I just can't wait until the day when you realize that."
Made a wrong turn
Once or twice.
Dug my way out
Blood and fire.
Bad decisions
That's alright.
Welcome to my
Silly life.
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood,
Miss, "No way, it's all good."
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated,
Look, I'm still around.
Pretty, pretty please,
Don't you ever ever feel,
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect
Pretty pretty please
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing,
You're fucking perfect to me.
After what seems like an eternity later, Kurt's back in school at McKinley, and everything is exactly the same as before he left. Every morning he's tossed into the dumpster, and every afternoon one of the jocks slams him into a locker or delivers a freezing slushie facial. Kurt troops through the day with a stony poker face, until Glee, when he's finally able to make himself heard.
"Mr. Schue, I have something prepared that I want to sing."
His teacher smiles, gesturing theatrically. "The floor is yours Kurt."
You're so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You were wrong.
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game.
It's enough! I've done all I can think of.
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same.
He stands at the front of the room, looking out at all of the members of New Directions.
You're friends.
Right...
His conflicting emotions swirl around in his head for a few more moments. Finally, Kurt begins to sing, all of the pain from the past few weeks infiltrated into the lyrics and notes, his voice sounding almost heavier from all of the feeling behind it.
The whole world's scared so I swallowed the fear.
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line, but we try, try, try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time.
I'm done looking for the critics 'cause they're everywhere.
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair.
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time.
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Why do I do that?
Everyone watches on, a few with mouths slightly open, as Kurt opens his soul out to them all. Guilt clouds their veins, and each one of them is especially grateful for Blaine now. Each person that had ever accepted Kurt's answers of "I'm fine, really, just kind of tired." tears up, and when Kurt's finished, they all walk over and engulf him in a big group hug.
This is all their faults too.
Pretty pretty please,
Don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than
Fucking perfect.
Pretty pretty please,
If you ever ever feel
Like you're nothing,
You're fucking perfect to me!
"Kurt, I love you."
"I love you too, Blaine."
Everything will be alright.
Okay.
Song "Fucking Perfect" by P!nk, absolutely phenomenal, if you haven't heard it! Go look it up now!
I own nothing except a copy of the song "Fucking Perfect" and a Glee Season 1 DVD.