More Burt! He is amazing. Also some bad language. I'm not sure what T+ is so sorry if it's wrong. Also I will probably get some of the medical stuff wrong. Also because I do cliff-hangers, so I've got another one.
Sorry for the long time in between I had a bit of writers block but its better now, also I've been busy reading other peoples stories.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Or Kurt, or Blaine. Also I know what I'm doing here is really REALLY cheesy but its fluff so…
Btw I don't agree with any of Mr Anderson's views!
45 minutes later Burt was walking up to 31 Maple Street and knocking on the door. After a few minutes of silence, Burt knocked harder. Nothing. Eventually, a stockily built man opened the door.
"Whatever you're selling I don't want it." He said before closing the door. Luckily, Burt had quick reflexes and jammed his foot in the door just in time.
"I'm not selling anything." Burt explained. "I'm here about your son. Blaine Anderson. The one in hospital."
"How do you know my son is in hospital? Who told you that? How…"
"I'll ask the questions here." Burt cut off.
"I will not have some random stranger, walking up to my house and demanding to ask me questions!" Blaine's dad shouted.
"Why aren't you there with him?" Burt asked angrily. "Your son is in the hospital!"
"I had a very important meeting!" Blaine's dad said pompously.
"What, with the television?" Burt accused. "So some meeting is more important than your own sons' life?" he shouted.
"I'm not going to stand for this!" Mr Anderson yelled.
"Where did you find Blaine?" Burt questioned.
"I found him on a side road on my way to my meeting."Mr Anderson answered.
"Was anybody there?" Burt asked.
"No one but me, it was pretty deserted."
"So you have no idea what happened?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, no idea." Mr Anderson said. "Probably some gang members beating him up for being such a fag."
Burt lost it. In a split-second he had his hand on Mr Anderson's shirt, their faces inches away from each other. "How could you?" Burt whispered. "Call your own, son a fag! You bastard!" He punched Mr Anderson in the stomach and even though he shouldn't have, we smiled as Mr Anderson doubled-over. Mrs Anderson had probably heard the groan as Burt heard heels clacking along the wooden floor. Burt quickly ran into his car and drove off, the image of Mr Anderson on the floor burned into his mind. Calling your own son a fag, Burt thought. Mr Anderson doesn't deserve to be a father. He had to admit, when he found out Kurt was gay, he hadn't been entirely crazy about the idea, but he had accepted that about his son. Mr Anderson's anger and resentment about his own son had made him feel protective over Blaine. He deserves better, Burt thought. He deserves a whole lot better.
The next day Burt walked into 703 to see Kurt sleeping in the chair, his head still holding Blaine's. Burt sighed. Kurt lovedBlaine. And his father didn't. Burt realised he loved Blaine as well. Blaine had made his son feel so happy. Happier than he'd ever seen him since his mum died. Burt smiled.
A few hours later, Kurt blinked his eyes, adjusting to the harsh light in the room. He hand felt hot and sticky. Kurt realised that he had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable hospital chair, holding Blaine's hand. Kurt sat up and looked at the heart- rate monitor. It was still the same. Bleep...Bleep…Bleep. The same slow heartbeat. Alive, but unconscious. Kurt had stopped crying by now, but the dry tears made his skin feel crusty and he didn't have any moisturiser.
Kurt felt blindly for his phone in his bag. He had a missed call from Carole and a text from Rachel. Kurt opened the text, his hand still in Blaine's.
Kurt, I know this may be a bad time, but Mr Shue wants to talk to you about a solo for Nationals.
Kurt wondered what she was talking about the he remembered. Nationals were in 3 days. Sighing deeply, Kurt replied,
No, I don't think I want to talk about a solo because I'm probably not going to Nationals.
Rachel's reply came immediately,
Is it because of Blaine?
Yes, I don't want to be in New York while I know he's in a coma. I couldn't enjoy myself. And what's the point in going to the greatest city on earth if you can't enjoy yourself.
Ok, I'll tell Mr Shue. Kurt, don't beat yourself up about this, ok. It's NOT your fault.
Kurt smiled. Rachel Berry knew him so well. He was beating himself up about it. He turned to look at Blaine again.
"I can't believe this might be my last memory of you." Kurt said. "Your hair does look good though." Kurt managed a weak chuckle. Then he sighed and moved his chair closer to Blaine's bed, the scraping making a ear-splitting noise on the floor, but Kurt didn't really notice. "I don't want this to be my last memory of you. I know this is kind of cliché, and you know how much I hate being cliché, but I'm going to kiss you now. Just thought I'd give you a heads up." Ever so slowly, and being careful not to lean on him, Kurt bent over and kissed Blaine. Blaine felt his heart start racing and desperately, desperately wanted to kiss Kurt back, but his body wouldn't allow it. Soon after Kurt resumed his position at Blaine's side, the nurse from before came in.
"I'm just gonna take his charts, kay?" She said in her cockney accent.
"Sure. Go ahead." Affirmed Kurt.
"Ooh." She said as she looked at Blaine's most recent heart graphs. "Something got his heart going a bit faster a few minutes ago."
"Really?" Kurt said, his eyes lighting up.
"Yeah. If his heart could get going like that again, he'd probably wake up. Do you know what happened?" The nurse asked.
Kurt blushed scarlet. "Um, no. I've been holding his hand, but I've been doing that for ages now."
"Ok, well, if you find out, let us know." Then nurse walked out of the room.
Ohmygosh, thought Kurt. Me kissing Blaine could help him wake up! This is way too cliché!
Best way ever to wake up, Blaine thought. Even when I'm semi-conscious I'm still cheeky. Blaine laughed, but then he realised he couldn't. Damn! He thought. This is so annoying!
"What do I do?" Kurt said aloud as he paced the room. "I mean, this would be a really awkward thing to explain to the doctors!" Kurt blushed.
JUST KISS ME KURT! Blaine screamed in his head.
Kurt realised he didn't need to think about it. He could wake Blaine up and this the way he was going to do it. Even though it was incredibly awkward to explain, Kurt would figure it out when Blaine woke up. Slowly Kurt kissed Blaine gently on the lips. He heard the heart monitor going faster. After a few moments, Kurt pulled away.
Nothing.