Helloooo my readers! I'm sosososoooo glad that you guys like this story. It makes my little heart happy. lol.
Sorry it took me a while to get this updated! I'm a little behind on my writing...
so my essay is FINALLY done and i'm going to turn all my Scarlet Letter stuff in today, so thats out of the way! Now on to Huckleberry Finn! (Everytime I hear or read that name, I think Puckleberry and Finn Hudson...that's my obsessed glee mind for you!)
Ugh. I'm starting to doubt that i'll be able to make it till september with no glee...urghhh. thats so long.
Next week I'm pretty busy. So updates may not be as often next week. I've got to help out at some Vacation Bible School and some volleyball stuff, so I'm going to be busy, but I'll still try and fit a few it! Do not worry!
When Blaine arrived at Dalton, the last flashback was still haunting his mind. He shook it off, took a deep breath, and made his way out of the car for another day at Dalton.
Wes was waiting for him in the parking lot.
"Hey man," Wes said, catching up to walking up beside him, "How's Kurt?"
Blaine took a shaky breath. "He's-" Blaine paused. How was Kurt? Blaine wanted to say that he was fine, that he was going to be okay. But he knew that it wasn't nearly the case, and Wes deserved the truth.
"He's sick. Really sick, Wes," Blaine almost whispered, "His hands are so cold, and Carole said he threw up this morning, and he's barely eating."
Blaine noticed that Wes had paled slightly. "How are you?" Wes asked, staring intently at Blaine. "And no lies."
Blaine took a moment to think. "I'm a wreck," he whispered this time, staring at the ground.
Wes wrapped an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "I know it's hard, man," he reassured Blaine, "But we'll get through this together. Everything will turn out the way it's supposed to."
There it was again. That dreaded line that everyone seemed to be using. Did they really not have faith in Kurt surviving? Or were they just trying to not get Blaine's hopes up?
Whatever the case was, Blaine couldn't handle it anymore. He broke down, right there in the middle of a Dalton hallway. He gripped Wes for support.
"Hey," Wes said quickly, latching an arm around Blaine to keep him from falling, "Let's get you to your room. You can't go to class today like this."
Blaine just nodded and Wes led him to the room. People were staring at the sight, some looking sympathetic, some looking confused, and others interested as to why Blaine, dapper, always in control Blaine, was sobbing in public.
Let them stare, Blaine thought harshly, What do I care? Everything I care about in life is taken away from me.
Wes looked shocked at Blaine. "Is that really how you feel?" He asked him.
Blaine was confused. "Did I say that out loud?"
Wes let out a stiff laugh. "Man, you really are not yourself. But do you really feel like that?"
"Wouldn't you?" Blaine yelled. They were in his room now, so Blaine had no eyes peering curiously at him. "She was my sister, Wes, and she was taken from me! And now Kurt, and I – I just…" He trailed off. He had gotten his point across.
"This is more than just Kurt, isn't it?" Wes guessed.
Blaine nodded. "Clarke's death keeps coming back to me. It's all too similar."
Wes nodded in understanding. "Just hang in there," he told Blaine, "I've got to get to class, but I'm leaving my phone on. If you need anything, call me, and I'll be here right before you can say Warblers."
Blaine nodded and Wes exited the room.
He sat there and started at the ceiling for about an hour until he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took his it out and saw that he had one message from Finn.
How are you doing? –Finn
Blaine liked his new found friendship with Finn. It was something he could get used to.
Broke down in front of Wes this morning. Not going to class today. –Blaine
He got a response from Finn a few minutes later.
I know what you mean. I was sitting in first hour and the teacher brought up how her cat had just died. I almost lost it right there. I'm now lying down in the nurse's office –Finn
Blaine sighed and put away his phone. It was nice to know that he wasn't going through this alone. Finn was almost in the same boat as he was, minus the whole Clarke experience.
Clarke, he thought. Every time he even thought her name and tsunami of emotions came on.
Blaine just sat there for hours. He thought about Kurt, and what Kurt was doing, and how Kurt was feeling. He thought about Clarke, and if she was happy wherever she was.
I'll see you tomorrow. That one phrase Blaine had said so many years ago. It rang through his head again as he was thinking about the past day.
Something he said to Kurt this morning came back to him.
I'll see you tonight.
It was so similar to that sentence he'd said to Clarke, the one that never was proved true. Blaine went into a panic. No, he thought, that can't happen to me again. I can't break another promise like that. If something happens to Kurt and I don't get to see him tonight-
Blaine cut himself off. He couldn't think thought like that. Kurt was going to be fine. He'd get to see him tonight. Everything was going to be alright.
Clarke turned around and looked at her older brother.
"Everything's going to be alright," he told her.
He'd told Clarke that, too. And it turned out not to be true. She had died, leaving Blaine alone.
Wes came by around lunch time with a plate full of food. "You need to eat," he told Blaine. "Kurt needs you now more than ever. You can't get sick and die on him from malnutrition."
Blaine nodded and ate the whole plate, not that he had much of a choice. Wes had watched him the whole time, making small talk with him about the happenings at school.
"Do you think you can come to Warblers rehearsal?" Wes asked him.
Blaine paused. Rehearsal was for an hour at four. He could be at Kurt's by 6:30. But that one sentence rang through his head again. I'll see you tonight.
"I don't know," he told Wes, "I promised Kurt I'd come see him tonight."
"But we need to rehearse," Wes said, "And it's really hard to do without you."
Blaine sighed. Wes was right; he did have priorities other than Kurt. But Kurt's your top priority, his brain argued.
And then a vision of Clarke dancing around the living room, belting out the lyrics to Don't Stop Believing came into his mind.
Blaine groaned. "I guess I can come," he told Wes, "But if Kurt, or Finn, or any of them calls, I'm leaving."
Wes nodded. "I wouldn't stop you, anyway," he said as he began to walk out of the room.
"Wes?" Blaine called as he was about to exit. He turned around and looked at Blaine.
"Thanks for…for everything," Blaine told him.
Wes got a sappy smile on his face. "That's what friends are for, right?"
As Wes left, Blaine shot Kurt a text saying that he'd been guilted into going to Warblers rehearsal and that he would be a little later than expected. He waited for Kurt to respond. He wasn't sure how long he waited, but he began to worry. He assumed Kurt was just sleeping or busy, that nothing had happened.
He put his phone away, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
He made his way down to the choir room and took a seat on one of the couches. Other Warblers were glancing at him worriedly. Blaine knew he probably looked like a mess, but he could care less right now. He was waiting for Kurt to text him back. Kurt had to text him back.
"Alright, Warblers," Wes called the room to order, banging his gavel on the table. "Blaine is here today, so we are going to use this time with him to our advantage."
Blaine had a sudden idea. He raised his hand quickly.
Wes seemed surprised. "Yes, Junior Warbler Blaine?"
"I'd like to sing a different song," Blaine stated.
Wes's eyebrows shot up. "And what song would that be?"
"Please Don't Leave Me by Pink" Blaine stated.
Wes grinned. He knew that this was just what Blaine needed.
"Okay everyone!" Wes said, "This'll be similar to Raise Your Glass, so let's make it a good run!"
Blaine took a deep breath. This song applied perfectly to him.
I don't know if I can yell any louder
How many time I've kicked you outta here?
Or said something insulting?
Blaine and Kurt had both had their share of unintentional insults, resulting in one being kicked out of the room for a while. But they'd always made up in the end.
I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is broken
Blaine's heart was breaking. Seeing Kurt in his state broke Blaine's heart, one measly piece at a time.
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me
Blaine had never said that he didn't need Kurt. Those words would never come out of his mouth. But he always wondered why Kurt, wonderful, beautiful, exuberant Kurt would want to be with someone like him. Once Kurt had transferred to Dalton, Blaine grew concerned that he wouldn't need Blaine anymore. It was something he still worried about, even after they got together.
How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest
But baby I don't mean it
I mean it, I promise
Please don't leave me
Oh please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me
I forgot to say out loud how beautiful you really are to me
I cannot be without, you're my perfect little punching bag
And I need you, I'm sorry
Blaine had told Kurt many, many times that he was beautiful. Parts of this song really didn't apply to Blaine, but the one line that was repeated several times was the one Blaine put his whole heart into singing.
Please, please don't leave me
Baby please don't leave me
No, don't leave me
Please don't leave me no no no
Those lines. They meant the world to Blaine. He pictured Kurt sitting in his bed, feeble and weak. Blaine would give anything, anything, for Kurt to get better and stay here with him.
You always say I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back
It's gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me
Please don't leave me, oh no no no.
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please don't leave me
Baby, please, please don't leave me
The song ended and Blaine noticed that his eyes had been watering slightly. A few of the Warblers were giving him sideways glances, and he remembered that none of them knew what was going on with Kurt.
Wes came up to Blaine gave him a hug. Blaine was shocked that Wes, 'official' Wes, was hugging him in front of all of the Warblers. "Hang in there," he told Blaine. "You can go now," he whispered into his ear.
Blaine gave him a thank you nod, grabbed his stuff and bolted out the door. He checked his phone for any messages from Kurt, but found none.
He began to worry again, and the promise he told him made itself present again.
I'll see you tonight.
He rushed to his car, not stopping at his room for anything. He checked his phone one more time, and then started the car, pulling out of the parking lot. He drove as fast as he could without being too dangerous. When he arrived at Kurt's house, he noticed that it was dark.
I'll see you tonight.
That wasn't a good sign. He walked up to the door and knocked. No one answered. He began to turn around when a sheet of paper tucked under the welcome mat caught his eye. He picked it up and noticed that it was in Carole's handwriting.
Blaine, it said,
I know that you're probably worried sick right now. Kurt fainted around three today, so we took him to the hospital as a precautionary. We'll call you when we know what's going on. In the meantime, please make yourself at home. We left the door unlocked. You drove all this way, so, please, make yourself at home.
Love,
Carole
Blaine's eyes began to water again.
I'll see you tonight.
He promised Kurt. He promised he'd see him, and he might never get the chance to now. This couldn't be happening to him again. It was pretty much the same situation, the same scenario, he went through with Clarke.
He entered the house and flipped on a switch. Blaine wasn't sure what to do with himself, so he sat down on the couch and flipped on the television.
I'll see you tonight.
Blaine may not get to see Kurt tonight. He may not get to see him ever again. No, Blaine scolded, Don't think that. Kurt will be home shortly.
He wasn't sure how long he just sat there thinking, but soon the door opened and Finn walked in. He didn't seem at all surprised to find Blaine there.
"Hey," he said. He sounded like he'd had a long day.
"What happened?" Blaine whispered. "He seemed fine this morning."
Finn nodded and plopped down on the couch next to him. "He was baking something, and one minute he's chatting excitedly and the next he's on the floor, not responding."
Blaine's head filled with the image. He began to feel slightly queasy at the thought.
Finn went on. "So we rushed him to the hospital, and they took him in the back and ran some tests. They said his blood sugar was low, and that with his condition it was something that shouldn't be happening. His stomach is starting to swell since his kidneys aren't doing their job completely, making him not hungry. They're keeping him there for two days to regulate him and stuff."
Blaine nodded. He'd heard all of this before.
"I promised," he whispered.
Finn glanced worriedly at him.
"I need to see him," Blaine stated suddenly and loudly, getting up from the couch.
"Blaine, man, their only letting family in there," Finn explained, trying to calm the boy down.
"Finn, I need to see him. I need to," Blaine said. His voice cracked half way through the sentence.
"I don't know how-"
"We'll figure it out," Blaine said hurriedly, "But I need to see him tonight."
"Look, man, I know you're worked up and you care about him and stuff but don't you think this is kind of…" Finn trailed off, realizing that what he was saying was just going to make it worse.
"That it's what, Finn?" Blaine asked angrily, his voice rising, "That it's crazy that I want to see my sick boyfriend? That it's insane to want to keep my promise?"
Finn sighed and dropped his head in his hands. Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew it wasn't Finn's fault that he couldn't go to see Kurt. He just felt that he had to let it all out, and Finn was the nearest person.
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized, "I didn't mean to yell at you, it's just that-"
Finn cut him off. "Let's go."
"What?" Blaine blinked.
"Get in the car," Finn said, "We're going to visit your boyfriend."
"We are?" Blaine asked hopefully. He wasn't sure how things had turned so quickly, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining.
"Yes," Finn stated, "Now hurry, it's almost 9:30."
They drove down to the hospital in silence, Blaine preparing himself for what he would see. Last time he'd been in a hospital was with Clarke. He had so many memories of Clarke in the hospital, but one stuck out the most.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Blaine hadn't had a chance to fulfill that promise.
I'll see you tonight.
But Blaine was going to fulfill that one right now.
So, as much as I love writing this, I just hope they don't give Blaine any angst on the show...because I can barely stand angst filled Blaine. It breaks my heart.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Please Don't Leave me by Pink or avpm/s (as used in the review).
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