A/N: Sorry the chapter was hella short. I needed to have a filler for why Blaine is so fucked up. Here comes the Blaingst. Him actually dealing with his injury. Spot the StarKid reference, get a shout out in the next chapter!

Chapter 4

Blaine woke up the next morning and felt some cold metal in his hand. He opened it and saw dog tags. He looked at the dog tags and noticed the name. He smiled at it as he ran his hand over the raised letters. He brought it up to his lips and kissed it softly. He read the words on the dog tags and waited.

Hummel, K. Nurse A74551014586610205 Ramstein, Germany

He looked around and the doctor's came through to assess his situation. The cuts on his head and his face had been stitched up, and healing nicely. Doctor Kelly came back to check on him and update him on his progress, though it had only been a couple days since the amputation.

"Captain Anderson, your leg is healing nicely. Where we made the cut there is no sign of infection. Once the cut is fully healed, we can talk about a prosthetic for your leg."

"Are you fucking kidding me? You want to discuss a fucking prosthesis for my leg? Now? Look Doctor, my Military career is over, I know that. I'm not some dumbass from Bumfuck, Ohio. I've got this! I'm going to have to go through physical therapy! Now! Just leave, okay? Come back when you have something interesting to tell me."

Blaine said, throwing a plastic cup at Doctor Kelly. She'd gone too far, and it had narrowly missed Kurt, who had come to see him before his rounds started. He had another hour, but what did Blaine need to know for?

"Kurt."

"Why are you bitching, Anderson? And why are you throwing things at Doctor Kelly?"

"She came over here spouting propaganda. Something about a prosthetic leg. I don't need her to tell me my Military career is over. I already know that."

"Whoa Cowboy, calm down. I know that you know that, but she needs to tell you these things. It's her job."

Kurt said, sitting down with him. Kurt knew what he needed to talk to Blaine about, and it was their relationship. He needed Blaine to know where things stood. He sat down at the foot of Blaine's bed and looked at him. Blaine knew that look. It was Kurt's 'serious' face.

"Uh-oh. Serious face. I don't know if I like serious face."

"Oh yeah, Blaine. This is super serious. We are in the Military. Though this is 2012, and it is perfectly acceptable for gays to serve openly, it is not okay for us to flaunt it everyday. I'm not going to be on this floor everyday, but I do know the doctor's schedules and the nurses schedules, and I know when I can get away. You need to stop hassling the nurses though, and let them take care of you."

Blaine knew that Kurt was 100 percent right. Not everybody was Wes. There wouldn't be anything coming between them, this time. But they had to time it right. They could live in this fantasy world all they wanted too, but at the end of the day, it was up to them to protect their relationship.

"I get what you're saying, Kurt. But I'm worried. I don't have any legs."

"You've got one good one. And sure, it might be hard to top, but I think we could manage."

Kurt said, whispering. He saw Blaine's eyes light up and a blush creep up his face. Blaine looked at Kurt and realized just what he'd missed. Everything. Their joking manner, the small touches, the looks. That was what he'd missed. And he was going to be strong. He was going to fight this for Kurt, because that's what he'd wanted. He was going to do everything he could to prove to him that he was going to be a better boyfriend. Kurt looked at his watch and sighed.

"You gotta go?"

"Yeah. You be good. And stop hassling the nurses. I'll be back when I can."

Kurt said, kissing his forehead and running out. Blaine had Kurt back. The one thing he'd wanted more than life itself, and he could be happy. But he didn't feel happy. He felt angry. And mad. And sad. Because his military career was over. He wouldn't see battle everyday. He'd thrived off the battle, and he was bitter enough over the breakup, he'd had enough anger to fight someone. But now his leg was gone. He watched as the doctor found her way over to Blaine. She looked down at his leg and noticed that nobody had come over to change the dressing yet.

"How are we doing today, Captain Anderson?"

"Well, I guess I'm okay. Trying to come to grips with the fact that I don't have a leg, but I'm surviving."

"Yeah, well that's what we want to talk to you about. You see, your leg is healing well. There's no sign of infection, and there's no sign of anything that should risk your health. At this point, we think it's a little too early to try and get you out of the bed. Your leg isn't healed enough for that yet. So, soon enough we're going to try and get you out of bed. We're also going to fit you for a prosthetic. But again, not right now. How do you feel, Captain Anderson?"

"My leg's been chopped off. I'm handicapped, and banished to desk work. I mean, yeah. I got my boyfriend back, and I'm happy in that respect, but I'm a fucking cripple now. Don't look at me that way, Doctor. Yes, I'm an openly gay male serving in the Military. And yes, I've been honest about it since they repealed 'Don't Ask Don't Tell'. So, you got something to say about it, say it to my face. I don't want your sympathy about losing a leg either, especially if you're a homophobe, Doctor."

Blaine said. This anger he felt was nothing compared to the resentment he'd felt over losing his leg. He wanted to throw something, anything. He needed too. But what he needed more than anything was Kurt there to center him. He remembered the dog tags in his hand and smiled. He fingered them softly and watched as the Doctor composed her thoughts and then spoke.

"I do not let my personal opinions of someone affect my work, Captain Anderson. And quite frankly I don't care if you've got a boyfriend, a girlfriend, a cocaine addiction or a fucking llama. Now, I'm sorry you've lost a leg. I truly am. That can't be easy on anyone. Now, if your boyfriend is around here…I'll gladly go and get him, and then we can talk about your leg."

"Captain Kurt Hummel. He's a nurse."

"He's downstairs today. I do know he's working half a shift. So, I'll go get him, and bring him up here."

"Thank you. And Doctor Kelly, I truly am sorry."

Blaine said, looking away. He rolled over and grabbed the picture off the rickety table and looked at it. It was him and Kurt. Wes must've brought the picture sometime over the course of the night. He'd never stopped loving Kurt. He couldn't. He wouldn't. But he'd wondered how Kurt would love him while he had one leg. He knew that it would be difficult to get used to, but he'd make the best of it. So long as he had Kurt by his side, he'd be able to handle it. It was then he saw Doctor Kelly leading Kurt towards his bed. He bent down to kiss Blaine's forehead and smiled.

"Hello honey. Doctor Kelly here tells me that you're acting like Garfield on a Monday. Wanna tell me why?"

"Because I have no fucking leg. How do you think that makes me feel?"

Kurt could feel the anger radiating off of Blaine. He grabbed Blaine's free hand that wasn't clutching Kurt's dog tags and looked at him. He looked Blaine square in the eyes, and knew what he needed to do.

"Trust me, it sucks not to have a leg. But that is no reason to bring Doctor Kelly's beliefs into this. Chin up, Anderson. Deal with it. I'm sorry with the tough love, but I'm the only person who can do it to you."

Blaine knew Kurt was right. Doctor Kelly mumbled something to Kurt and walked off. Kurt nodded and sat down next to Blaine, pulling the dog tags out of his hand and placing them on the dresser. He then took Blaine's vacated hand and shook his head.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me, Blaine. It's Doctor Kelly you need to apologize to. I can see how hard this is for you, Blaine. Trust me. But you can't shut down. Not now. You need us. The medical staff, Wes, David, Nick and Jeff. Me. We're going to love you, no matter if you have one leg, two legs, or no legs. Now, are you going to give Christina a hard time about the prosthetic?"

Blaine took a breath in to steady himself. He still didn't feel comfortable discussing a fake leg, but he'd do his best. As long as he had Kurt with him, he'd be able to handle it.

"I won't."

"Good. She's agreed to come back and talk to you when I'm off, it's easier for her to deal with you when I'm around. So, be a good Army guy, take your medicine, and I'll be back in three hours, okay?"

Kurt said, watching Blaine nod his head. He'd do this for Kurt, because that's what Kurt wanted. But Blaine couldn't promise that he wouldn't be angry about this. Wes came over a little while later and sat next to him.

"Blainers."

"Wesley."

"Stop giving the doctors a hard time."

"Did Kurt send you over here to talk to me?"

"No, but I am your best friend, Blaine. I know how you get. You cannot let this bring you down. Kurt is back in your life. Sebastian is out of your life. I'm still by your side. I'm not going anywhere because you don't have a leg. I think it's gonna be cool for you to remove your leg and scare the little kids back in the park in Westerville. Though, why you want to live in Westerville, Ohio…home of the biggest Homophobic Assholes on earth."

"Westerville is my home."

"Kurt's home is New York. Are you going to go back to New York with him? Or are you going to stay in Westerville. I know you guys had plans. And I know you guys have a lot to talk about. But you'd have to make a choice."

"You knew why I can't leave Westerville, Wes. My life is there."

"No. Your empty apartment is there. Blaine, it's time to leave every little thing about Ohio behind. You want to rid yourself of the ghosts of your past? It's time. Right here and now. Kurt's enlistment time is almost up. He has to make the decision to re-enlist by Christmas. You have until Christmas to make up your mind. Find bliss and happiness with Kurt in New York, and be closer to your friends. Or stay in Westerville, and suffer with the ghosts of the last four years."

Blaine knew Wes was right. All the shit with Kurt, and all the shit with his parents wouldn't haunt him anymore. He wouldn't let it. And that's when he knew. Kurt was going to make this easy, but Blaine knew that his dreams wouldn't.

A/N: Sorry about the distance in updates! Lol. I'm hoping you guys are still sticking with me! I've got a few different scenarios in my head for this. So, bear with me!