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Chapter 10:
Karofsky stared at Blaine, at a loss for words.
"You know, you're lucky my friends didn't jump you." Blaine tugged absently at the collar of his hospital gown. "Yeah, you're right. They know."
"We didn't have to come here today, you know." snapped Santana.
"You mean, you didn't have to come here? Somehow I get the feeling that he came because he wanted to, and dragged you along for the ride."
Santana didn't answer. Karofsky rolled his eyes.
"Look man, we never wanted this. I told Kurt as much when I was here last."
Blaine's eyes blazed with anger.
"Forgive me if I don't trust you, Karofsky, but after everything you put my boyfriend through -"
Oh, so he had to bring that up again? Fantastic.
"Oh would you drop that?" burst out the jock. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm genuinely sorry for what I did! Sadly, Kurt's the only one who seems to have accepted that!"
"Maybe if you had been able to stop the Prom Queen thing from happening, I and a bunch of other people could." Blaine shot back.
"You are so damn lucky you're lying in a hospital bed, hobbit -"
"What the hell's going on in here?" Karofsky turned to see one of Blaine's friends, the Asian boy, poking his head in the room.
"Wes, I'm fine." Blaine's voice had a hard edge to it.
Wes walked back into the room, eyes narrowing as they swept over Karofsky and Santana.
"You two need to leave." he stated.
Santana shook her head.
"Like hell we're leaving -"
Karofsky had to agree with her. He wasn't leaving; not until he and Santana made full apologies to Kurt and Blaine.
"Yes, you are." Wes' friend re-entered the room.
"David," protested Blaine.
"No, Blaine." The African American boy's voice was flat. "If you overstress or rip your stitches, your mom will pitch a fit. Then she'll kill us."
"I doubt that." Blaine rolled his eyes. "The killing you and Wes part...I don't doubt that she'll pitch a fit."
Wes and David looked at them coldly. If Karofsky had been extremely in the mood, he was pretty sure he could have knocked them both out.
But then Blaine would get Security...or at least his mother would.
And the last thing he needed was to be detained for something stupid like that.
He looked at Santana.
"Let's go."
They were heading for the doors of the hospital when Karofsky spotted Kurt, flanked by the rest of the Glee club as he made his way toward Blaine's room. He saw Wes and David grin, and both pull him in for a brief hug before stepping back, leaving him space to enter the room.
He wasn't completely sure, but he could have sworn Kurt glanced at them briefly before disappearing inside the hospital room.
"C'mon." Santana bit her lip and tugged his arm. "Last thing we need is for Finn or Puck to jump you in the middle of the damn hospital."
He sighed and followed her out of the main doors.
Kurt leaned over and gave Blaine a gentle kiss on the cheek.
"Sheesh, I'd forgotten how much homework they give at Dalton." he said, noting the various notebooks and folders on the bed. "That seriously how much you missed today?"
"Nope, this is how much I'm going to miss over the course of the week." he replied. Kurt's eyes nearly bulged. "Don't look so surprised, Taylor said I probably won't be discharged until Saturday."
Kurt frowned and perched himself on the mattress.
"For what?"
"Observation. Something about how they want to be sure my stitches are healing right. I heard Mom talking to him this morning."
"Where's your aunt?"
"She was here this morning," answered Blaine, "She had to be at work at ten. Said if she was able to, she'd be back around eight."
Kurt pursed his lips, then turned to look at David and Wes.
"How're things with the Warblers? You two ready for graduation?" he said.
Both seniors smiled.
"Warblers are fine, Kurt. They say hi, and they miss you." said Wes.
"And yes, we are," added David. "I'm so ready to get out of Ohio."
"Where're you two headed?"
"Stanford. Full ride scholarship."
"Florida State," said Wes.
They conversed for a few more minutes before Kurt turned back to Blaine, who was immersed in his Calculus homework.
"You up for some more visitors? I brought the rest of New Directions with me. They were worried."
Blaine smiled.
"Yeah, alright."
David squeezed his arm.
"We better get back to Westerville. It okay if we come back later this week with the rest of the guys?"
Blaine frowned.
"If they want to...I guess that's okay." he said quietly.
Wes nodded and the two boys left the room.
Kurt grinned.
"Okay, guys, you can come in!" he called.
Sam was the first to speak once the group had entered the room.
"Hey. You alright?"
Blaine just shrugged.
"Fine." he scribbled down the answer to a calculus problem in his book. Kurt sensed something was wrong, but decided against saying anything until New Directions left.
An uncomfortable silence followed.
"They - They uh, cleaned up the soccer field." said Finn hesitantly.
Really Finn? thought Kurt.
"That's nice." More writing. Was Blaine avoiding talking to them on purpose?
"We're really sorry that you two got hurt," said Rachel. "It shouldn't have happened."
"You're right." Blaine turned a page in his book and went back to writing down the homework problems. "It shouldn't have."
Kurt reached over and touched his arm hesitantly.
"I blame the school itself...and the jocks who actually did it." continued the Warbler, not bothering to look up from the book. "Like Azimio...so I don't know why you all are apologizing. I don't blame any of you."
"Look man -" started Puck, but Blaine cut it off.
"Puck, don't make me repeat myself. I'm not in the mood."
"Blaine -" said Kurt. His boyfriend tugged his arm out of his reach.
What's wrong with you? thought the counter-tenor.
"Guys, if you don't mind, I want to talk to Blaine alone for a minute." he said. "I'll let you know when you can come back in."
His friends nodded silently and left.
Kurt rounded on Blaine.
"What the hell was that?"
Hello moody Blaine! Well, hope you all enjoyed it!
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