The bus drive was the longest drive Blaine ever took. He sat there, staring ahead, holding in his tears. He didn't want other people to see him cry. People stared at him, wondering what was wrong, but knew it wasn't there place to ask. Blaine wasn't paying attention to the curious faces of the other people in the bus.
He was thinking of Kurt; his bright blue eyes, his smile that lights up the room and his arms, wrapped around him, a place where Blaine always felt at home. Just his arms holding him is all he'll ever need. But thinking about the fact that he might never have Kurt's arms around him and that the last conversation of them was an argument made it so much harder to hold in his tears.
Don't think that Blaine thought to himself Kurt is strong, he's far stronger than I am, he'll get through this.
He tried to make himself feel better, but deep down, he knew that Kurt had a chance to die.
The bus stopped and Blaine woke up from his thoughts. He was there: St. Thomas Hospital. He didn't know how fast to get off the bus. He wanted to get of this bus, this insecurity of not knowing and going into the hospital, seeing Kurt and knowing he'll be okay. Knowing he'll have another time Kurt's arms will be around him, holding him close to him.
He stood up, almost knocking over a women's grocery bags in his haste. He apologized, but the women somehow knew Blaine felt sad, so she said:
"It's okay." She looked at him and smiled, as if she knew the entire story "And I know she'll be fine."
She looked him in the eyes, like she really knew his loved one would be fine. He wanted to say: I know he will, but didn't. He nodded at her with a fake smile and moved on.
His pace was fast, his face was worried and his mind set to one thing: seeing Kurt. The rest didn't matter to him. He wanted to see Kurt, nobody could stop him.
"Hi, how can I help you?" the receptionist asked with a little smile
"Kurt Hummel, were is he?" only saying the name out loud made him tear up. And hearing himself say his name, made it worse
"I'm sorry, I can only tell family. Are you related with him?" Anger and fear filled Blaine, he didn't care if he wasn't related with Kurt. Kurt will be the person he marries and he wanted to fucking see him
"No, but I really want to see him, please" he said, holding himself back as good as he could, knowing that politeness might help
"I'm so sorry honey, but Mr. Hummel is in a coma, and in his state, I can only let family in"
"Tell me where he is!" Blaine said with anger, smacking his fist on the table. It hurt, his hands still were in bandages and covered in bruises from boxing. But it didn't lift his anger.
"Where is he?" he asked again, when the women didn't answer him.
"Sir, please calm down. Together we might come to a solution."
"No, I just want to see him!" he raised his voice so much that people around him (the ones that didn't notice him at first) turned their heads.
"Blaine?" a well-known voice said.
Blaine turned his head, surprised to hear his name and looked at Finn.
"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked confused, but hopeful that he might have a chance of seeing Kurt.
"I just needed some air." Even though Blaine never had a good relationship with Finn, there was one thing they had in common. They both cared for Kurt, although in a different way.
"Come, I'll show you where he is." Finn said, knowing Blaine didn't want to talk. He just wanted to see Kurt. Blaine didn't say anything. He looked his boyfriends half-brother in the eye, smiling through his tears. He was going to see Kurt. Everything will be okay now.
