Authors note: What's this? Another update? Within two weeks? Heavens no! But it is the hospital visit from the Klaine POV. This story lacks all the Klaine promised in the summary. SO I promise to make it slightly more Klaine centric, what kind of shipper would I be if my OTP wasn't consistently in my story eh? We shall resume normal programming and less drama after this add on to the last chapter. So, read on! And Review!
Kurt woke up in a haze, mind full of fog and it was clear he was on anesthesia. There wasn't much he was aware of except a dulled ache in his shoulder and pressure on his left hand. He cracked his eyes and saw Blaine's hazel eyes staring at him with worry, then relief when he realized Kurt didn't seem to be in pain. He squeezed Kurt's left hand gently, murmuring a good morning to his beloved as he leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. Kurt smiled feebly and attempted to sit up with some assistance from Blaine; "What happened?" he whispered in a voice so scratchy it didn't sound like his own. "You were shot honey. Maria's crazy rapist teacher went after you, you would've died had it not been for her nearly breaking her hand to mis-aim the gun." Kurt's memories came flooding back and he was so overwhelmed by his emotions that for a moment he couldn't catch his breath. He gasped for air, "Kurt sweetie, talk to me. NURSE!" Blaine rose in a panic and very nearly mashed the call button before Kurt sat him back down. "I'm fine..it's just….i almost died Blaine. He was going to kill me over her…because of her." Blaine sat confused at the monotone sound of Kurt's voice.
"She also happened to keep him from killing you. You owe her." Kurt nodded and shook it off befored he asked how bad his injuries were. "Just a bump on the head, nothing bad because of the angle you fell at. A few stitches in your shoulder." Kurt groaned. "Great, scarring. Fantastic." The counter-tenor sat back and mumbled about permanent damage. Blaine stared dumb founded. "Kurt. You don't care that you got shot, that it took several hours for them to remove the bullet from your shoulder, the stress we were all under….but you care that'll scar." Kurt nodded, explaining how he'd rather worry about something small instead of everything else. Blaine couldn't help but agree, the last thing Kurt needed was stress. "We'll get you some scar cream the minute you're discharged." Kurt smiled and asked "How's my dad?" "He got quite stressed, he and Maria's uncle were at the trial for when they both knew the two of you and Jeff would be alright." "But my dad's heart…" Blaine shook his head and replied "You worry about getting better so you can at least get back to school after Thanksgiving Break. Your dad will be fine, Kurt."
Kurt nodded, then noticed the sad look in Blaine's eyes. "Blainey, what's wrong?" Blaine sighed, then sat down on the edge of Kurt's hospital bed. "The whole time this was going on, I was so worried I was going to lose you. That the last time we kissed, made love, hugged, stayed up watching Disney movies all night..would have been the last. I never want to lose you Kurt." Kurt sat up, winicing at the small wink of pain in his shoulder before he wrapped Blaine in a one armed hug. "You won't lose me. I told you I'm never saying goodbye to you."
"You wouldn't have had the chance to say goodbye Kurt. That's what scared me, hell, the last words we actually SPOKE to each other were when we were fighting before this all happened." Blaine couldn't fight the tears that poured from his golden eyes, every memory he'd ever had with Kurt had been running through his mind like home movies.
Blaine's watery eyes locked onto Kurt's equally damp ones; every ounce of love they had for one another was shared in that look and for that moment all the two wanted was each other. Blaine latched onto the taller boy, arms locked around his waist in an attempt to hug him, and Kurt put all his strength into wrapping his good arm around Blaine as tightly as he could. The porcelain boy was the first to break the hug, reaching between them with his good hand and gripping Blaine's face and bringing it towards his in a desperate kiss. Blaine pulled him as close as he could without hurting his shoulder. The two boys remained lip locked, making out for what seemed like such a short time to them but a good 15 minutes in reality. They finally broke apart, both of their lips red and slightly puffy from the force of the one kiss.
"I love you. That's all. That's the only thing I could think about when I was laying on that floor in the English wing. Blaine, I'm so sorry you went through that." Kurt was stroking Blaine's hand, wincing occasionally from the growing pain in his shoulder. He would ignore it until it was almost unbearable, a few more moments of agony were perfectly fine to him as long as he could spend them consciously with his beloved. "I love you too Kurt. You are the love of my life, and don't you dare scare me like that again." They kissed again, and hugged before Kurt whimpered in pain, causing Blaine to jump back. "Do you need me to call the nurse Kurt?" the taller boy nodded and closed his eyes, attempting to block out the pain. Blaine mashed the call button and as if she'd been waiting for it, the nurse walked in and started Kurt on his morphine again before walking out. Kurt waited for it to kick in, his vision getting slightly fuzzy as he began to slip into sleep.
"You know what was going through my mind the few days you've been out?" Kurt shook his head no and waited for Blaine to continue. "I kept remembering all the times we were together over the summer," Kurt smiled as the memories came to him as well. Fuzzy but there. He spoke up, "I remember when we went to the creek on that camping trip, and you were coming up with AWFUL scenario's of the people in it. " He was drifting closer towards sleep. Blaine grinned, "Yes, I remember. We were bored because you're brother and Burt went off to get firewood. I can't believe we convinced you to go camping." Kurt smiled and shook his head as he recalled the week long debate and persuasion Blaine used. The little thing matter, I'm glad I went with them. I hope I get to spend my forever with Blaine. Kurt's eyes were getting heavier, but he shifted to his right slightly to allow Blaine to crawl in next to him. Blaine crawled up into the hospital bed and rested Kurt's head on his shoulder. The tenor looked down and saw that beloved was almost asleep, so he dove into one of his scenario's from that trip to give Kurt something to doze off to. He thought back to that day, and remembered his imaginative story that he had conceived from the sight of a small boy fishing in the middle of the creek. More likely scaring the tiny fish from his stance, than to catch one.
"It was a quiet sunset at the creek, as little Timmy stood in the middle with his fishing rod," Blaine began, and Kurt smiled in his sleepy state. Slipping more and more by each passing minute into unconsciousness. "He had promised his father that he would catch a fish to bring home, to make his father proud. Little did Timmy know that, that day, would be his last. For it was that day, that old man Crotchet up the stream had dumped several barracudas in the water, to lessen the fish population." Kurt began to laugh, wincing a bit at the ache in his shoulder. He wasn't far from sleep. "Poor Timmy, didn't stand a chance against the vicious fish with his small fishing rod, bag of bait, and crocs." Kurt commented, "Creeks are too shallow for fish..let alone barracuda Blaine." "Tell that to Timmy, he was the one who thought he could fish in that tiny creek." Kurt chuckled in sleepy agreement.
Blaine noticed his love slipping deeper into unconsciousness, and knew he was only moments away from it, so he continued on. Absent-mindedly stroking his love's hair, as Kurt faded into sleep. Describing an epic battle between fish and boy, Blaine finally noticed that his love was asleep. But continued to tell the story in a day-dream, not knowing that Burt Hummel had been outside the door, from the beginning listening with a smile as he realized how much the two loved each other.
"For it seemed, luck was on Timmy's side as he escaped, one croc still on and all limbs attached. Timmy grew up, admitting he couldn't make his father happy. Things worsening when he realized he was gay, and that his father wished he would be straight. Then he met a boy, a wonderful boy who made his life so much better, he almost lost that boy once. But he pulled through, and they grew old together. Both telling their two kids, and later on their several grandkids about their near-death experiences. Timmy listening to his beloved going on and on about the love of his life, the one he met in high-school; and telling him to shush because the Judy Garland Christmas Extravaganza is on." Blaine yawned, on the verge of following his beloved into dreamland, he ended his story with a 'they lived happily ever after' and drifted off. Kurt snuggled in closely to his side. The two were swimming in dreams, involving each other.
Burt stood outside the door, removing his old baseball cap from his head and slid down the wall sitting down on the tiled floor. He knew how close he'd come to losing Kurt, and he reminded himself to give that Maria a lifetime discount at Hummel's Tire and Lube. Burt Hummel smiled to himself as he heard the ending to Blaine's story, that seemed realistic. Though he knew that the barracuda part was off, Blaine had grown up in country clubs and expensive homes, always trying to make his father happy. He knew Blaine's father was abusive and neglectful and wished that he could leave that house. Burt chewed on the thought of letting Blaine move in with the Hudmels. Then, taken aback he realized he was referring to the family in the silly name Finn had given them when he married Carole. Both of whom, were at home waiting for him to come home with news on Kurt's condition.
Burt sat thinking awhile more, listening to the sound of light snores and deep breathing coming from his sons room as the two boys were asleep. The older Hummel wasn't stupid, he'd seen the few black eyes Blaine tried to hide from him and Kurt; thinking he was succeeding when in all honesty both were aware that his father hit him. Not to mention around summer time when Burt and Kurt knew very well that Blaine had been late getting home the night after their camping trip and that when Burt walked him up to the door expression was venomous. The next day Blaine was sporting a broken arm, and was trying to assure the Hummel men that he had fallen down his stairs. Kurt had asked on more than one occasion for Burt to take the boy in, and Burt was on the verge of giving in. Burt knew Blaine's survivor tale seemed to have a happy ending, but his father was sending him into another nightmare.. It wouldn't be too bad to have another 'son' around the house, he settled on the idea that he would run it by Carole and Finn before making a choice. His house was already full of boys, with him having taken in Sam as well a few days back before the incident at Dalton. More around to watch the football games with him, when Kurt was out with the Mckinely girls and Carole shopping. He smiled to himself and stood, back creaking slightly. Burt Hummel looked into the room at the two boys, his boys, who were curled together despite Kurt's injured shoulder before he slid his hat back on his head and walked out of the hospital back to his home. He had a few things to run by Carol that night.