A/N: Hey guys! A big thank-you again to all of you reading this, it's so wonderful! I hope you're enjoying it so far, it's definitely going to be longer than I originally thought. But that's okay, I'm enjoying writing it! Moving right along, here is the newest chapter! Enjoy, reviews are welcome! :)
I don't own Glee or its characters.
Hospital
Kurt jumps onto action as soon as I mutter the news after hanging up with my mom. He grabs his wallet and keys from his desk and takes my hand to lead me out of the room and down the stairs. He walks us to the door, sits me on the bench in the hallway, hands me my shoes, then goes into the living room. I hear him speaking to Burt as I tie my shoes and he's back within seconds.
He pauses in the doorway for a moment, looking at me. I slowly lift my eyes to meet his and I can feel tears start to make their way to the surface. I quickly look back down at my shoes. The light pressure of Kurt's hand on my shoulder makes the tears fall down my cheeks. Kurt kneels in front of me, his hand sliding down from my shoulder into my hand, holding it tight. He rests his forehead against mine and squeezes my hand.
"It's going to be okay, Blaine. I'm here for you every step of the way, no matter what. Everything's going to be fine." I know he knows he can't say that for sure. We have no idea what's going on really. But I also know he's just trying to make me feel better in this moment, so I don't argue. I just nod a few times against his forehead and take a deep, shaky breath.
"Are you ready to go, love?" Kurt asks me and I supply a quiet "yes." I close my eyes for a moment then allow Kurt to pull me to my feet and we head to the car.
The ride to the hospital is quiet. My hand is joined to Kurt's the whole way there. He smooths this thumb over my knuckles and I try to focus on that. The radio is playing something but it's too quiet to understand, neither of us turn it up.
We arrive at the hospital and start towards the front desk until I spot my mother in the waiting room. I reach her and she stands up to wrap her arm around my shoulders.
"Oh sweetheart," my mom pulls back and I can see that she has been crying. She and Ms. Hadie have become great friends over the years.
"Mom," I whisper, "w-what happened?" My vision is starting to get blurry again and my worry takes over. I just need to know.
"She um, she was in an accident. She was on her way to visit her daughter and some idiot ran a red light and h-hit her. Her daughter is up with her now, they haven't told me much. It's bad Blaine, I don't- I don't know." She sinks back into her seat and I sit beside her on the hard chairs. I realize that Kurt wasn't there anymore. I whip my head around, thinking he went home. Stupid thing to think, Kurt would never do that, and it's confirmed when I see him walking towards us, two coffees in hand. He sits on my other side and reaches across me to offer one cup to my mom. She accepts it with a sniff and a small smile, Kurt sending her a comforting smile in return. He then hands the other cup to me.
"Thank-you Kurt, you're amazing," I say to him in a hushed voice. I don't think I am able speak any louder anyway.
"Anything for you, love." His voice is just as quiet as mine.
I take a sip of coffee and lean down to rest my head on his shoulder feeling his arm wrap tightly around my shoulders and I sip my free hand into my mother's empty hand.
We wait.
I wake up to a small voice in my ear. "Blaine, love, wake up. Blaine?"
"Mmm?" I mumble and lift my head from where it was resting on his shoulder. My eyes open a sliver and see that it's 1 o'clock in the morning.
"Susan's here to talk to us, Blaine." Susan? That's Ms. Hadie's daughter's name- oh. My eyes open again, slowly to reveal a tall, thin girl with striking blue eyes, although they're red from tears.
"Hi Blaine, I'm Susan Hadie, I've heard a lot about you from my mother." She reaches a hand out and I shake it.
"Hi Susan, how is she?" I can't handle small talk right now, and Susan seems relieved when I choose to skip past it.
Susan takes a deep breath and says, "She's still unconscious. The damage was mostly to her left side, that's where the car hit. She's out of surgery now but she hasn't woken up yet. They said there's a possibility of p-permanent damage to some nerves. They say s-she will wake up but um, they can't say much else until she does so..." she trails off. Her eyes are teary again by time she finishes and I look over at my mom who is crying too. She wipes some tears away and speaks,
"I'm so sorry Susan, this is a really scary thing to go through. Have you called your brother?"
"Yes, he and my dad are driving down but it'll still be a few hours until they get here."
My mother nods and I can tell she's switched to 'mom-mode'. "Okay sweetheart," she turns to me, "You and Kurt should go home and get some sleep, it's late and you have school tomorrow. Kurt you made the drive all the way here, if it's alright with your parents you're welcome to spend the night at our house. I don't want you driving all the way back to Lima at this hour."
"Thank-you Mrs. Anderson," Kurt says and pulls out his phone to call his dad. I wait with my mom and Susan as they talk.
"Are you staying here for the night Susan?" My mom asks her.
"Yes, I want to be here when Paul and my dad get here, and in case she wakes up." Paul is Susan's older brother. My mother nods when she finishes speaking.
"I'll wait with you until they get here. There's no need for you to wait alone."
"Are you sure Marie? I don't want to keep you here," Susan starts.
"Of course, I want to be here." And it's decided. She hugs me tightly and sends me over to where Kurt is waiting; assuring me that she'll call with any news.
My dad is already asleep when we get to my house so we quietly make our way up to my room. I toss Kurt some pajamas and soon we're curled up in my bed. Kurt's arm is wrapped tightly around my waist and I rest my head against his chest again. I let my eyes shut and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Today was supposed to be normal. It was supposed to go school, lessons, and spending time with Kurt. This wasn't supposed to happen. Ms. Hadie is one of the nicest people I have ever met, why would this happen to her? What if she doesn't wake up?
"She will Blaine," Kurt whispers. I didn't realize I had spoken out loud, "I believe that she's a very strong person, from all that you've told me. I know I can't... promise you this Blaine, but she will wake up, she'll be okay." He presses his lips to my hair and I can't stop myself from crying, tears staining his shirt. His arms tighten around me and I just keep crying.
"I-I r-really ho-hope she does K-Kurt. I-I," but I can't finish the sentence. Kurt runs his hand soothingly through my hair, and keeps his lips on my forehead for a few moments. I don't know how long I cry for but Kurt doesn't say a world, just holds onto me. I cling to his shirt and eventually breath evens out and I have no more tears left. Kurt begins to hums softly. It's a tune I don't recognise but it makes everything better, even for just a moment. He sings until I fall asleep.
The next morning I wake up to an empty bed. I scan the room quickly and check the bathroom but there's no Kurt. I peek at my phone in the desk and see a message from my mother saying that there's no news but she'll call me as soon as she hears something. I set it back down and run a hand through my think hair. There's no way I'm gelling it down today, the world is just going to have to deal with it and all it's bushiness. Kurt likes it better curly anyway, which reminds me, I was looking for him. I hear voices downstairs for a moment and figure that's my best bet. I make my way down the steps and stop when I see Kurt and my dad cooking. I star wide-eyed at them and then clear my throat. Kurt spins around and my father glances in my direction for a moment, focusing on the food on the stove.
"Good morning Blaine! Or should I be saying good afternoon?" Kurt says happily and my father chuckles.
"Um, what time is it?" I ask, still staring at my father.
"12:30," Kurt replies simply.
"12:30? What are you guys still doing home? Shouldn't we be at school? And dad you haven't missed a day of work like, ever." What is happening? Why is my father laughing and cooking with my boyfriend when I've hardly seen them say two words to each other before.
"Your mother decided a day off school would be best Blaine. You two had a late night and its Friday after all so why not?" My jaw practically drops to the floor. I can't be in the right house, I must still be sleeping. Kurt must notice my expression because he quickly pulls me into the living room, smiling.
"Kurt, wha-" I begin.
"Your dad took the day off to spend it with you, it was no one's decision but his own. You're mom is still at the hospital with Susan and her family, she hasn't heard anything yet," I nod simply because that piece of information actually makes sense to me. Kurt continues, "I woke up and your dad told me that we are too take the day off. Then after I little bit of awkward silence, he suggested that we get lunch ready for when you wake up and viola, here you are." He gestures grandly me and I cock my head to the side, looking at him.
"What?" Is all I say.
"I know it's...new? For your dad to be all open like this and spending time with you and spending time with me. But, we got talking Blaine; he's really looking forward to spending the day at home with you. I don't know what brought it on but it's happening... How are you doing?" He squeezes my shoulder as he asks the last question.
"I'm okay. Just um, I don't know. This is weird. I'm anxious about Ms. Hadie still but... this is weird. I do want to spend time with him; I just never thought that it'd be him to instigate it..." I reply and for some reason, I can't help but smile a bit.
Kurt smiles too and leads the way back into the kitchen.
"Hey Blaine, sleep ok?" My dad asks me.
"Yeah," is all I say.
"Do you want to grab some plates for the table Blaine? Kurt, you're the cook here, I think I'm going to need your help." I move to get the plates and Kurt walks over to stand beside my dad.
"Its grilled cheese sir, just let it get nice and brown and try not to burn it." Kurt watches my dad flip the sandwiches. He's never been good at cooking, my mother always made the meals. "Good, that's perfect," Kurt praises when a golden-brown sandwich is presented.
Soon the three of us are seated around the table, chewing quietly. I don't really know what to say at all. But this is okay for now; my dad wants to spend the day with me and my boyfriend! I just hope whatever this is lasts.