Sorry, this chapter is sort of short, but there'll be another one very soon.
The ending notes are very important—please read them.
Maybe I don't have much to say up here because I'm not very confident of this chapter… nevertheless, it's sort of important to the story.
Blaine didn't get much sleep that night—the aching pain in his ribs kept him awake, mostly, but also the fact that Kurt seemed rather displeased when he found out what happened.
Blaine remembered how he had cried the previous night. That in itself was humiliating enough (Blaine tried never to cry, especially in front of Kurt—he knew he thought of him as dapper, strong and confident, and he wanted to live up to that standard), and Blaine hadn't even told him about the worst part. A chill ran down his spine as he recalled the grabs and tugs to his groin; the very thought made him feel ridiculously embarrassed. He didn't want to have to tell Kurt that part, though—relationships, especially that of high schoolers, are very delicate things, and he feared nothing more than losing his. But Kurt was expecting him to recount the rest of his story that morning, and Blaine only had until the boy woke up.
The clock displayed the time 8:03 a.m. Blaine looked up at Kurt, who was slouched in his chair, head tilted to the side, eyes closed. He was so graceful when he slept. So… beautiful.
Blaine glanced at the patient phone on the table. His mother was at work, that much Blaine was sure of… and, if he were to be honest with himself, he knew that if he was dying she'd still say, "Oh, but honey, I'm slammed with work at the office! I'm sorry, can't your father come?"
And then there was his father. His father, who made it so difficult for Blaine to love him. His father, who Blaine thought just might've been okay with his coming out. His father, who's hated Blaine ever since he did come out, who tried to kick him out of the house, who still didn't know about Kurt because God knew what would happen if he found out Blaine had a boyfriend. Who would probably tell Blaine that he 'got what he deserved' if he found out that his son had been practically gang-raped for being gay.
So now what? Blaine knew that he needed someone to pay for his medical bills, someone to show up as his guardian so he could at least get more than minimal care. But he could never take that kind of money from Kurt; he'd never forgive himself. He'd try to pay Kurt back but Kurt would never accept the money, and Blaine would have to live with that for the rest of his life. Psht, as if he didn't feel guilty enough for what had happened.
Blaine snapped back into reality when he heard a soft murmur come from Kurt, who was stirring. About to wake up. About to pester Blaine with more questions.
Blaine, be brave. Don't you remember when you first met Kurt? When he was being bullied by those awful boys from McKinley? Don't you remember what you told him? Texted to him every time he was having trouble? That one word, Blaine. You know it.
"B… Blaine…." Kurt muttered, his eyelids fluttering open. He yawned and stretched his arms upwards. "How'd you sleep?"
"Well, thanks," he lied. God, how his body ached. The doctor had given him a small dosage of ibuprofen the previous night, but even then, the pain only subdued a little bit. And, despite the fact that there wasn't much the doctors could do about a broken rib, anyway, he still had damaged his femoral head at the top of his left leg and his cuts could very well be infected. But apparently, aiding those specific injuries weren't part of minimum care. Blaine groaned.
Kurt reached out and brushed a stray curl from Blaine's forehead. "Um, Blaine? I was doing some thinking last night. And, um, maybe I should call my parents? Because at least then they could contact an investigator, maybe we could find the people who did this to you…. And then they could, you know, while they're at it, maybe—"
"I'm not taking your money, Kurt. I'm fine, really."
Wow, Blaine thought to himself. Two lies in five minutes. You're on a role, really.
"Oh, I know, I know but"—Kurt scooted his chair as close as he could to Blaine's bed and took his hand—"it's mostly for me, if that makes you feel better. I want this for you… I want you to be as well as possible. And minimal care is only so that they can keep you alive, and that's not really good enough for me—"
"Goddammit, Kurt, I'm not taking your money!" Blaine shouted angrily, throwing Kurt's hand away.
Kurt shrunk back, a hurt expression scrawled across his face. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice shaky.
Damn, Blaine, you really are a monster. You might've just broken your relationship with Kurt without even thinking about it. "No, Kurt, I—I shouldn't have, I—"
"No, it's okay. I understand. I'll be right back."
And with that, Kurt rushed out into the hallway, tears running down his face.
Hope you guys liked it. I hope you didn't think Kurt's reaction was too over-the-top, but he wasn't just upset about that—he wasn't joking when he said he wanted the best for Blaine, and he didn't want Blaine to refuse optimal care just because he didn't want to take Kurt's money. I think that maybe in the following chapter, I'll switch the P.O.V. a bit—as of now, it's just been 3rd person limited to Blaine, and I think it'd be nice for one chapter to know what Kurt's thinking, too. Or would that just be sort of… messy? Review and tell me what you think. Suggestions for following chapters are nice, too. I love hearing what everyone has to say about my story.
