A/N Hey, guys! :-D
OMDG! I'm getting SUCH an overwhelming response to this story! And honestly, it just started out as a bit of a joke, something I came up with when I was still drugged from all the Klangst in Dance with Somebody!
I'm really glad you like it, though, and my reviewers are the best! :-D
To those thinking: *cough* Quinn Fabray *cough*... Honestly, when I started writing this, I didn't even think about that but I guess you're right. But trust me, the story will be a lot different than hers!
Another HUGE thanks to my amazing beta Azaelia67! And ImaGleekBaby for simply being the wonderful you who's always there to listen! :-) Love you to pieces, Alice! ;-)
Enjoy! :-D
The next thirty minutes went by in a haze. The nurse had pulled Kurt away from the bed to try and calm Blaine down and examine him. Kurt had fallen straight into his father's arms and buried his face in his chest. He kept telling himself to stay strong, to be there for Blaine who still had tears streaming down his face and a defeated look on his face.
That's what Kurt hated the most. The defeated look on Blaine's face. His boyfriend was probably the strongest person he'd ever met, and to see him looking like he was about to give up fighting was... devastating.
A few doctors were called into the room and they started examining Blaine too, asking him all kind of questions and touching his body. When they were finally done, they stepped away from the bed, and started talking to a crying Mrs Anderson. Apparently Blaine had to have a MRI-scan to see if his brain was damaged. Kurt took this chance to walk up to his boyfriend, who was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His face was expressionless and he didn't even look up when Kurt took his hand.
'Blaine,' Kurt whispered. Blaine didn't even blink, but just kept staring with those unseeing eyes. 'Blaine, it'll be alright...' Blaine sniffed, a single tear falling from his eye. 'It will be, baby. I promise-'
'Kurt,' Blaine whined, now full on crying. 'Kurt, I'm so scared... So scared...' Kurt's heart broke at the sight of his boyfriend.
'I know, sweetie. But it's going to be alright-'
'Excuse me, boys.' One of the nurses who had her hands on Blaine's portable bed offered Kurt a small smile, gesturing for him to let go of Blaine's hand. He did, after softly kissing his fingertips.
'I love you,' he said quietly.
'I love you too,' Blaine replied, offering Kurt a pained smile before he was rolled out of the room.
Kurt was still standing at the same spot next to where the bed stood a moment before, staring at the door the love of his life just disappeared through.
It felt like hours before Blaine was finally rolled back into the room. When he finally was, he had his eyes closed, looking asleep, but with a very pained expression on his face.
'He's awake,' one of the nurses whispered to Kurt, as if she could read his mind. He simply nodded in reply.
A tall blonde woman stepped into the room and immediately went to Mrs Anderson, Burt and Kurt to shake their hands.
'I'm Dr Winters,' she said without the slightest trace of a smile. She turned to Blaine's mother. 'Can I have a word with you, Mrs Anderson?' Mrs. Anderson shot Blaine a nervous look and quickly wiped her eyes, before nodding.
'Yes, of course.' The women stepped outside the room, followed by the nurses who walked the other way.
Burt was biting his lip, and looked like he was going to say something but didn't know how to put it into words. Kurt had only once seen his dad looking this uncomfortable: when his mother died. Kurt turned his back to his father and walked to Blaine's bedside, taking his hand.
'Hey, there, gorgeous,' he said quietly. Blaine opened his eyes, and as soon as they found Kurt's, he seemed to relax a little.
'Hi...' Kurt used his hand that wasn't holding Blaine's to stroke a few curls from his boyfriend's forehead. He leaned forward and pressed his lips softly to his cheek. When he pulled back he had closed his eyes again, but no longer wore the pained expression.
'Blaine?' Mrs Anderson's small voice filled the room, causing Kurt, Blaine and Burt to look up. Dr Winters was standing next to her, looking if possible even more serious. The tension reappeared in Blaine's body, and his hand tightened around Kurt's.
'Blaine, I have good news and bad news,' Dr Winters said. 'Let's start with the bad news, shall we?' Nobody replied. 'From the many tests we've run, we concluded that you are paralysed below the waist.'
Blaine was shaking furiously now and Mrs Anderson was fighting back her sobs. Burt had visibly paled and dropped in the nearest chair and Kurt felt his stomach sink.
'The good, well better, news is that the problem is in your spine. It's only temporary, and with enough time, hard work and lots of physiotherapy we will probably be able to restore it.'
'Probably?' Blaine choked. His grip on Kurt's hand was almost painful now, but he couldn't care less.
'Most likely,' Dr Winters replied. 'It will take a lot of time, though. You shouldn't expect it to just magically be fixed in a few months-'
'And until then?' Blaine's voice was shaking, he was obviously trying to fight back tears.
'Until then you'll be in a wheelchair. In a few days you'll be able to follow a few ''classes'' in here to learn how to properly use it. We'll find you a good physiotherapist and in a few weeks, when you're ready, you can start slowly.' Blaine just nodded, still shaking and tears in his eyes but no emotion on his face. It scared Kurt more than anything.
Dr Winters looked around and sighed. With a muttered 'good luck' she walked out of the room, leaving a painful silence. Nobody met anyone's eyes until Blaine spoke up and all the eyes fell on him.
'Mom, you should go home,' he whispered. Mrs Anderson's eyes widened.
'W-what?'
'Please, leave,' he pleaded, staring at the ceiling again. 'I- I'm sorry, Mr Hummel, but could you leave as well? Thanks for stopping by-'
'Burt,' Burt cut in. 'You can call me Burt son, and yes, if you want us to then of course we will.' Kurt felt his father's hand on his shoulder, silently asking him to come along. He made a move to stand up but Blaine's eyes widened, pulling him back roughly.
'No, please, stay,' he whispered, staring deep into Kurt's eyes. 'Will you please stay with me?' Kurt looked at his dad and Mrs Anderson, who both nodded. He turned back to his boyfriend.
'Of course I'll stay, honey,' he whispered back. 'I'll do anything you want.'
Mrs Anderson stepped forward, pressing her lips to her son's forehead to kiss him goodbye. 'I love you, Blainey,' she said. 'I'll see you tomorrow.' Blaine just nodded, still not meeting her eyes.
'Goodbye, son,' Burt said to Blaine before leaning forward to give Kurt a hug. 'Call me, okay?'
Kurt nodded, offering his dad a tiny smile before he joined Mrs Anderson and left the room. Kurt kept his gaze on the door until he heard a small sob from the boy in the hospital bed. Blaine had his eyes squeezed closed, tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked so helpless.
'Oh, baby,' Kurt whispered, feeling just as helpless as Blaine looked. The curly haired boy opened his eyes.
'Will you lie with me?' Kurt nodded, standing up and lifting the sheets and crawling under it. He had very little space and it was rather uncomfortable, but Blaine immediately turned his head and buried it in Kurt's chest.
Kurt wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, feeling the sobs wrecking through his body. 'W-will you s-s-sing for me?' Kurt pushed his face into Blaine's curls, inhaling deeply before he lifted his head again and started singing.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
A/N This was probably the hardest chapter I've ever written, so I'm sorry if it sucks. I have no idea what the healing process is like, so I kind of made something up... Yeah, hate on me, y'all!
I hope you enjoyed it either way! 3
