Happy late Thanksgiving to all my American's, and a happy Saturday to all! Enjoy!

Chapter Six

BZZZ. Kurt tilted his head towards the sound. BZZZ. He made a sound of protest, and heard a couple gasps and some scattered whispering. BZZZ. "For the love of god someone make it stop!" He choked out, which was a bad idea, because immediately after he finished talking he started coughing hysterically. He managed to pry his eyes open, and saw a slew of people standing around him.

"Um…Did someone die?" He looked around at all their shocked faces, most of which now looked relieved. "What's going on?" His dad stepped forward, "You fell in the auditorium on Friday, and have been in a coma like state ever since." Kurt paused, "How long has it been?" "Two days." He let out a sigh of relief, scared that half his life had gone by. Only then did the hugs start.

Everyone left after a while, once they were sure Kurt was okay. He must've been asked if he was thirsty about forty times. "Alright dad, when can I get out of here? I've got school tomorrow." Burt looked at him like he was crazy, "Something's changed about you this year, I don't know what, but I can tell it's for the better." He left Kurt alone to decipher those confusing words, going to talk with the doctor. Kurt thought for a moment, before he gave up on trying to make sense of his dad's confusing words and reached for his phone. "Hello." Kurt jumped and practically fell out of the hospital bed, dropping his phone in the process and hearing a disheartening crack as it hit the floor.

He spun his head around, ready to unleash his wrath on whoever had dared to scare him like that, when his eyes fell upon Blaine. "Oh…Hi." Kurt tilted his head to the side, "What are you doing here?" Blaine walked over to his bedside and retrieved his phone for him, "I can't check up on one of my favorite students?" Kurt blushed at his words, and Blaine just about died. If blushing Kurt wasn't the cutest thing in the world, then he was straight.

Kurt glanced down at his phone to hide his blush from Blaine's comment and saw that he had seventy-two unopened texts. "Holy crap!" Blaine tilted his head and Kurt showed him the screen, "Wow! Your friends must all really care about you." He said that a little wistfully, thinking of how he hadn't texted any of his old friends in a while. Kurt had been checking his phone while Blaine thought, and he looked positively thrilled. "What is it?"

"Would you believe me if I told you every single one of those texts were from the same person?" Blaine's jaw dropped, "Uhh…Yeah," Kurt said, "Look." Blaine read a few texts, starting with the first one and scrolling down at random intervals.

From Lliam: 4:37am

Sorry I didn't text you yesterday…I got sidetracked.

From Lliam: 6:57 pm

Are you mad at me?

From Lliam: 11:26 am

Sweetie, what did I do?

That one text stopped Blaine dead in his tracks. He clicked on it and showed Kurt, "What's this?" He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was so upset he didn't know if he succeeded or not. Kurt read over the text and laughed, "He just chose to call me that I guess." "Are you two dating?" Kurt took a second to think that over, he certainly would go out with Lliam if he asked, it's not every day a handsome blonde enters your life.

"No." "Then why is he calling you sweetie?!" Kurt was getting angry with Blaine now, "How is that any of your business? I don't recall you ever having a reason to care what other people call me!" Blaine's heart took a dive with that one; if only Kurt knew how much he wished he could call him pet names like that. Kurt took his silence as another chance to yell at him, "For your information, I met him for the first time on Thursday when I went looking for yo…"

Kurt stopped talking right there as Friday's activities flooded back into his mind, the looking for, and not finding, of Blaine, the skipping of classes, singing the Beyoncé, and hearing Blaine talk. Kurt let all of this sink in for a moment, before he began the process of climbing out of the bed and standing up. Blaine freaked out and tried to help, but Kurt's cold stare stopped him.

As soon as Kurt's feet touched the floor, Blaine spoke, "I can get you whatever you need. You should lie back down." Blaine's kindness almost stopped Kurt in his tracks. Amost. Kurt pulled his arm back with speed that would make a professional fighter flinch, and punched Blaine square in the face. "OW! WHAT THE FUCK KURT?!" Blaine screamed as he fell to the floor, cradling his now bleeding nose. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" Blaine was in a rage now, getting up off the floor and rearing back to hit Kurt. But something inside him clicked at that moment, and he stopped.

Blaine looked closely at Kurt. Everything he wants composed into one perfect being. "Go ahead! Hit me if it will make you feel better!" Blaine took a few tissues out of the dispenser on Kurt's bedside table and shoved them up his nose, attempting to stop the free flow of blood. "Kurt." Blaine's soft tone stopped Kurt from launching another volley of words his way, "What?" Blaine walked slowly towards Kurt, and put his hand on his elbow, feeling the familiar feel of electricity shoot between them. "Oh Kurt…" Kurt didn't respond; he only stared into Blaine's eyes as his teacher inched closer…and closer to Kurt's face.

Blaine stopped when his lips mere centimeters from Kurt's. "Is this okay?" Blaine asked, his voice coming out as a whimper, god he wanted Kurt so much. Kurt took a short deep breath and nodded, pulling Blaine into his embrace, and into his lips. Blaine hesitated for a moment before pushing himself closer to Kurt, cementing their bodies together. They kissed with a passion that Blaine had never known before, one he never even though existed.

Kurt pulled Blaine even closer, desperate to have as much contact with this man as possible. He was simply drunk on Blaine, feeling, hearing, tasting, nothing but Blaine. Thankfully, Blaine wasn't that far gone to the world, and heard the door handle start to turn. He broke the embrace so fast Kurt was physically hurt as oxygen suddenly rushed back into his lungs. The pain was accompanied by a rather loud noise of protest from Kurt, who dropped his face into his hands to hide his embarrassment.

"Woah Blaine! What happened?! And Kurt LIE DOWN!" Burt yelled as he came into the room. Kurt complied, lying on his side to hide the massive boner Blaine had oh so graciously given him. "I slipped." Blaine said, getting an odd look from Burt and a "Really?" look from Kurt. He shrugged, as if to say "It's the best I could think of!" "So Dad…I see you've met Blaine?" Burt gave him a weird look, "Yeah…And shouldn't you call him Mr. Anderson? All the other kids do." Kurt looked to Blaine for an explanation, enjoying putting him on the spot.

As Blaine stuttered a halfhearted excuse to Burt, Kurt let his mind wander back to the kiss. What would become of them now?

That night, Kurt was discharged, having narrowly missed the chance of wearing a neck brace. "Hey Dad?" "Yeah?" "Do you think we could make one stop before we reach the house?" "Sure kiddo! Where to?" "Take the next left." Kurt directed Burt until they came to a stop outside a grand looking building. "Who do you know who lives here?" "A friend." Burt nodded, taking Kurt's obvious evasiveness into account, "Alright, well, let's go." "Dad! Um…Can I please go alone?" Under normal circumstances with Kurt in this condition, Burt would obviously say no. Although, he could see how much this meant to Kurt, so he complied, "Fine, you have twenty minutes."

Kurt raced inside, trying to waste no time on getting up to Lliam's apartment. He ran into the elevator and pushed the correct button, willing the machine to go faster. After what seemed like an eternity, the doors finally slid open and he rushed down the hall, not even bothering with Blaine's vacant apartment, running straight to Lliam's. He raped on the door and stood rigid, waiting for the door to creak open.

"Who's there?!" Kurt smiled to himself as the silky tone washed over him. It was like he'd just slipped into a warm bath. "It's me!" He heard locks being thrown off in haste and an attempt at opening the door. He also heard a slew of curses as the door stayed firmly in place, one of the locks forgotten. "Kurt!" Lliam yelled after he finally pried the door open. He started to launch himself onto Kurt, but stopped when he saw Kurt flinch away. "Sorry, I really do want a hug, but I've just come from the hospital…so."

Lliam stepped forward and wrapped him in a tender embrace, leaving Kurt a tongue tied mess when he stepped away, "Why on Earth were you in the hospital?!" "It's a long story, and I only have," he checked his phone, "Ten minutes. My dad's waiting out in the parking lot." Lliam nodded and ushered him inside, "Give me the fastest version."

Kurt explained the whole day, starting with his text to Lliam in glee club that morning, and talked straight through the ten minutes and pushing fifteen. Lliam kept his face neutral throughout most of the story, until Kurt got to the part with him finding Blaine, and when he got to the kiss…Okay, he skipped the kiss. Some things need to be kept personal for a while. "I see." Lliam said with a furrowed brow. Kurt raised his eyebrows at him, "Is everything alright?" Lliam shook his head to clear his mind and nodded, smiling up at Kurt, "Yeah, babe! Now, it's time for you to skedaddle."

Kurt smiled at his word choice, and followed him back to the door. "Well, I'll see you later I guess." Kurt said as Lliam opened the door. "You most certainly will. Just…text me back this time?" Kurt noted the hurt in his voice for further analysis, and just nodded. Lliam grabbed him and pulled him in for an embrace, and pulled him back to look into his eyes. "Promise me you'll text." Kurt smiled at him, "If it wasn't for my trip to the hospital I would've anyways!" Lliam smiled back at him and started leaning in closer.

Kurt didn't know what was going on until Lliam's lips were on his. "I'll wait for that text."