Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: So I somehow forgot I had an almost-finished chapter for this story ready to be uploaded. *facepalm* Anyway, here it is!
Blaine groaned as he woke up, glancing at the clock. He was shocked to see the neon blue numbers showing that it was almost 9:30, almost two hours after he should have left for school. The little red light underneath the number told him it was a weekday. "Fuck…"
Blaine jumped out of the bed, despite the fact that he was exhausted, and rushed down the stairs to his father's office. "Dad, I was supposed to be at school at eight… I think my alarm clock is broken or something. Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Your alarm clock isn't broken… I turned it off when I checked on you last night." Blaine crossed his arms, sighing as his father answered without looking up from the paperwork he was dealing with.
"I'm supposed to be at school…"
"You have a doctor's appointment at ten thirty. I figured you would be better off getting some more sleep rather than getting up and hurrying to school only for me to pull you out after just a couple of classes."
"What's going on, Dad? I didn't know about a doctor's appointment…" Blaine was a little surprised that the man finally chose to look up from his paperwork, especially given the look on his father's face.
"I got worried… you've seized the past three nights in a row."
"W-what? Why didn't you tell me?" Blaine could feel the color draining from his cheeks as he spoke. He hadn't known; he'd been tired, sure, but Blaine had just assumed that he wasn't sleeping very well. He walked over to one of the chairs that was set up in front of his father's desk and sat down.
"I didn't want to worry you. You've had enough on your plate lately… once I could ignore, but three times…" Blaine nodded, thinking about the strange dreams he'd been having. If he was having seizures in his sleep, that could explain those dreams. But it also meant that the things he'd been seeing in his sleep were going to actually happen.
Wes was going to crash his mom's Range Rover, although he would thankfully walk away with relatively minor injures. Being grounded until he moved into his dorm at college in the fall because he wasn't supposed to even touch the vehicle would hurt worse than his broken arm.
His father was going to find out that he had another son, several years older than Blaine, when the boy showed up on their doorstep sometime in the next few weeks. Blaine wasn't quite sure on any of the details, specifically the identity of the other boy's mother, but he did know that his half-brother's name was Ian.
The details about what he'd learned about David were even sketchier; there was something there about a baby, although Blaine wasn't sure if that meant that Chels was going to end up pregnant or not.
"Why don't you go upstairs and get ready? We need to get on the road before long if we're going to make it to Columbus in time for your appointment." Blaine went back up to his room, ignoring the uniform he'd laid out the night before and going into his closet to find a pair of jeans and a decent shirt. Eventually he settled on his favorite old sweater with a white tee shirt underneath. The gray cashmere was thin, bordering on threadbare in places from the fact that Blaine had worn it so many times. "You're wearing that old thing again?"
"It's comfortable…"
"We'd better go. Did you take your meds last night?"
"Of course." Blaine followed his father downstairs, picking up his coat from the little closet by the door as they passed.
The car ride passed in a slightly uncomfortable silence, just like every other car ride Blaine had taken with his dad since he'd come out during his freshman year. This time, of course, their thoughts were far, far away from the vehicle they were in. Blaine closed his eyes, leaning his head against the window as he thought about the possibilities. Halfway through the ride, Blaine pulled out his cell phone to send Kurt a text message.
Heading to the doctor. I really wish you were here with me right now. :/
Blaine wasn't really expecting a response very quickly. Kurt was supposed to be in class, after all. So he was surprised when the younger boy responded so quickly Blaine wasn't even sure he'd really had time to read the message.
Are you okay? What's going on?
Blaine sighed, closing his eyes again and biting down on his bottom lip.
More seizures. While I'm asleep apparently. I'll give you more details when I know.
"Shouldn't Kurt be in school right now?"
"I think he is. He just never puts his phone away for some reason." Blaine glanced down at the phone again as it vibrated in his hand. Kurt obviously had his phone sitting in his lap or something, because it was ridiculous how quickly he was responding.
I'm calling you as soon as I get out of school. I want to know EVERYTHING.
Blaine smiled slightly; of course Kurt wanted to know every single detail. He and Wes were the only people Blaine knew who had heard about his condition and immediately gone to the library to research.
I'll take notes or something, then. Give you every detail.
"Don't forget to turn that thing off."
Once they were in the doctor's office, the wait wasn't very long. That was one of the perks of having an appointment in the morning rather than later in the afternoon, and one of the reasons Blaine's father always chose to let him go to the doctor when he was supposed to be in school rather than waiting until after classes were over for the day.
Blaine wasn't paying attention when Dr. Carlson first arrived. He didn't know anything about the seizures, so it simply made sense for his father to tell him what was going on. But as soon as the doctor started talking about what they were going to do, he started paying more attention.
"I think we should admit him for a few days for monitoring… hook him up to an EEG, film what's going on."
"When?" Blaine asked.
"As soon as possible. It'll mean missing more school, but this is important… we need to know where these seizures are coming from so we can figure out what we need to do to treat them."
"How long are we talking about here? Two or three days? A week?"
"Three or four. I want to record several seizures, get as much data as possible before we decide what we're going to do," the doctor replied. "I'll have my nurse call you as soon as I can get the test scheduled."
Blaine hated the hospital; the only good thing about this particular visit was that he was allowed to wear his own pajamas instead of the standard hospital gown. The IV in his arm and the electrodes attached to his head, however, were more of a pain than anything else.
"Is this really necessary?" Blaine asked, wincing as the nurse slid the needle into his arm.
"It'll be easier to give you medication if necessary… it's a precaution."
"I haven't had a seizure that bad in nine years…"
"And until last week you hadn't had any in two. Right now, anything is possible, and you know as well as I do that we need to be able to give you medication as quickly as possible if something happens." Blaine shook his head, still not completely convinced. He ignored the nurse as she finished taping the plastic tubing to his arm so that it wouldn't come out.
"That was my office… I'm sorry, Blaine, I have to go…" Blaine shrugged as his father ducked back into the room, tucking his cell phone back into a pocket. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Take your time… it's not like I'm going anywhere…"
"Blaine…"
"Dad, just go… I'm fine. I'm just in a bad mood," Blaine replied. He watched as the man nodded and turned to walk out. The nurse seemed more upset about that fact than Blaine was; while Blaine was barely phased by the fact that his father was leaving so quickly, the woman looked as though she wanted to call the man back and make him stay with his son. "Don't worry about it. We're not close… that's pretty normal."
"He's your father… I would think he would be more concerned with how you're doing than his work."
"Sometimes I feel like he wishes that wasn't the case." Blaine shook his head. "This is normal. It's easier to just let it go… besides, he's been home with me a lot lately." The nurse still didn't look all that convinced, but she obviously didn't want to argue with him because she didn't say anything else about the situation. Eventually she left, quickly replaced by a "sitter" whose only job was to sit there and make sure that the nurses knew if he started seizing again.
Blaine reached over to the tray table by the bed, picking up his cell phone. He was still waiting on Kurt's call; Dr. Carlson's office had called less than an hour after they'd left, and he'd been admitted to the hospital before the school day ended. It hadn't taken all that long, really; the nurses and techs knew what they were doing because they did this so often, and they could get it done pretty quickly.
Blaine answered as soon as the phone started ringing.
"Hey Kurt."
"I want to know everything. What's going on?"
Blaine sighed, glancing around the hospital room as he tried to figure out what to tell Kurt. "They're doing more tests… I'm at the hospital right now."
"Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, Kurt. It's another EEG… they're videotaping the whole thing, trying to figure out what's going on. I just have to stay in the hospital for a few days so they can watch everything that happens."
"So they don't know anything else yet?"
"No… maybe in a few days. Speaking of which, I'm stuck here for at least three or four days. Sort of ruins our plans for this weekend…"
"Who cares? This is more important… I'll come hang out with you instead. I'll bring some movies over, maybe some popcorn…"
"Only comedies, please… I could use some laughs. Maybe Camp?"
"Okay. I should go, I have rehearsal. Love you."
"Love you, too. Call me later?"
"Of course. Bye."
"Bye…" Blaine hung up the phone, closing his eyes and setting the phone down. He didn't want to let Kurt get off the phone, but he knew that the younger boy didn't have a choice; Kurt was getting ready to go to Nationals with New Directions, and Blaine knew they had to practice. He'd seen Vocal Adrenaline in action, and they were going to be tough to beat.
"Boyfriend?" Blaine looked up, surprised to see the woman the hospital had assigned to sit with him smiling at him. "Is he coming to visit you?"
"Not today. He has a lot going on, and it's a long drive out here from Lima."
"That's too bad. You'll get to see him soon, won't you?"
"This weekend. Hopefully." Blaine glanced down at his phone, flipping through his pictures until he found one that Mercedes had snapped of him and Kurt at the Lima Bean. They were both in uniform because it had been during one of their many afternoon coffee dates, but Blaine sort of loved it. He held the phone out to the woman with a smile. "That's Kurt."
"I thought you said he lived in Lima… that's a Dalton uniform…"
"He used to go to Dalton. He just transferred back to his old school last week… his family couldn't really afford the tuition and he missed all of his old friends."
"I take it you miss him…" Blaine shrugged.
"The timing just sucked. But he gets to go to New York for show choir Nationals with his new choir, so I can't be that upset. He was really upset when they beat us at Regionals… he was the only guy in our choir who hadn't been before and he was really looking forward to it." Blaine took the phone back and put it on the tray table, sighing. "I should probably start on some schoolwork… I'm still a little behind from last week." Blaine picked up the first textbook on his stack and opened it, getting started on the reading assignment.
