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Life's Too Short To Even Care At All

Chapter 2

Carole was alone in the hallway of the hospital while she was talking to Blaine on the phone. The moment everyone had calmed down enough over the night, she knew Blaine was the first person to call. She had seen how Kurt and Blaine were acting around eachother when they had family dinners or they all just watched a movie or football together. The loving looks and smiles they exchanged under Burt's stern eyes, how they cuddled up together on the sofa and how their movements had adjusted to one another. All of that was indication enough for Carole that the two boys were head over heels and completely in love. And Carole just adored Blaine. So it was harder than expected for her to actually break the news to him, say what had happened out loud for the first time.

Burt had stayed with Finn and Kurt, who had both been put in the same room so they didn't have to run back and forth all the time. Carole thought that Burt wasn't emotionally stable enough to talk to anyone right now, much less having to talk about the accident. So, she had decided to take over the informing. But at some point, she couldn't talk anymore. Tears were running down her cheeks. She tried to stop them, hold them back, because she had to be strong now. Be strong for her family. So, she slowly continued speaking.

"Things are worse with Kurt. He broke some ribs and right now he's in a coma. His condition is... bad." Finished Carole. Blaine didn't say anything and she wondered if he was still there.

"The doctors said that they're not sure what will happen with him. They said that we just have to wait for him to wake up and see how things will go from there." Carole chocked. Blaine still didn't speak. She could only hear him breathe out. Apparently the boy had been holding his breath while she was talking.

"Blaine, honey. Are you ok? You don't have to worry, I'm sure he'll wake up soon. But I think he needs your presence right now and for when he wakes up he'll need you."

"I- thanks Carole. I'll tell my parents that I want to fly back to Ohio immediately. If I'm lucky, I'll be there in a few hours." Blaine eventually said, his voice rough like he was trying to compose himself.

"Ok. We'll see you then soon I guess." She quickly named him the hospital they were at and then hung up. Carole stood there for a few seconds, just holding the phone and starring at the wall opposite of herself.

Then, she slowly made her way back into the room in which her boys were waiting for her.

As Blaine had said, he arrived at the hospital after a few hours. Carole went to the cafeteria, where they had agreed to meet. The poor boy looks bad, thought Carole. His eyes were red and puffy, and he looked tired. His curls weren't gelled down, as Carole was so used to seeing them, but they were completely messed up, like he had had nightmares and moved a lot in his sleep. He also seemed anxious and he kept biting his bottom lip and cracking his finger knuckles. He looks so lost and alone. Carole pulled him into a hug, because she just couldn't bear that sight of him.

And with no other word, she led Blaine to Kurt's and Finn's room.

The flight back to Ohio was horrible. Blaine didn't sleep at all because he spent most of his time crying his eyes out, holding on tight on that little stuffed koala Kurt had given him on Christmas. The stewardesses had asked him a few times if everything was ok or if they could do anything to help, but Blaine had just sent them away, wanting his privacy for a while.

He had to fly back alone, his parents were still much too involved in their work. Although they did promise him to call as soon as they were finished. Blaine didn't mind. Of course, he would have preferred to have his parents with him but it had always been like that ever sine he was old enough to stay alone home or fly alone. And with time, Blaine just got used to it. All he could think of right then was Kurt anyways.

Now he was at the hospital. After standing around near the cafeteria, feeling like a mess while waiting for Carole, he decided that he hated hospitals. He didn't really mind them before, when he was younger. The nurses had always been nice to him and always found him an adorable kid.

But now he felt sick as soon as he entered it and it reminded him of the time he had been in here himself, fighting death. Blaine shivered when a memory from Prom night, when those bullies beat up him and his date, came to his mind. He tried to shake it off. He had other things to worry about right now.

Together with Carole they walked to Kurt's room and opened the door. Blaine ignored Carole's worrying glances at him and entered the hospital room.

His eyes darted immediately to Kurt. He was lying on the hospital bed, eyes closed. Blaine's heart started pounding faster and he didn't dare to move. Kurt on that bed, was probably the worst image he had ever seen.

Kurt was almost as white as the sheets. His usually so cherry red lips and rosy cheeks looked like the colour had drained out of them and his chest was rising up and down in a slow rythm. He was connected to some machines, one of them showing his heart rate. For a long moment Blaine just stood there, starring at his boyfriend. He didn't know what to do or what to feel. He didn't cry either, he just... stood there.

He only got ripped out of his trance when he felt Carole's hand on his shoulder and heard someone in the room saying hello to him. He looked around and found Burt sitting on a plastic chair, between Kurt's and Finn's beds. They both looked tired as well. Finn was sitting upright on his bed, biting his nails anxiously.

"Hello Mr. Hummel. Finn." Blaine nodded at the men in greeting, Burt nodding back slightly and Finn trying to smile at him. Blaine realized that his voice sounded pressed and husky. Probably from all the crying.

Behind him, he felt Carole move and push him on a chair that was on the other side of Kurt's bed.

"Blaine, honey are you hungry? I was going to get us all some food and drinks."

"No, thank you Carole. I don't think I can eat right now." Blaine tried to give her a small smile, but he knew that he failed.

"I'm gonna bring you something, just in case." Carole smiled and then turned to her son and husband.

"Would you two come and help me? It's gonna do you good to move a little. You've been sitting on those chairs all day." Burt and Finn (Finn getting out of his bed and under a wince sitting down on a wheelchair) silently obeyed, without saying anything.

Blaine was greatful for Carole. He just needed some time alone, to take all of this in and try to deal with it.