Warning: this chapter discusses what Kurt has as a result of his head trauma. Forgive me if I get information wrong!
*beep beep beep* Came from the life support machine that was connected to Kurt Hummel. Blaine Anderson and Burt Hummel had no idea how things could have gotten this out of hand, and resulted in this. Kurt Hummel was only 17, he had a whole life ahead of him, and he wasn't supposed to be like this. As soon as Kurt arrived at the hospital he was assessed and taken straight into surgery, leaving Blaine and Burt to wait around for him to come out. Not long after the surgery took place, Kurt was brought out and into a room in a separate part of the ward, were he would soon be allowed visitors.
"Kurt please wake up, baby, please." Blaine said as he squeezed Kurt's hand, sat on a chair next to his hospital bed with Burt on a chair opposite him. He brought Kurt's hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles and held him against his cheek.
"We can only wish it would be that easy kid."
"I didn't think he would be out this long."
"He must have hit his head pretty hard."
As Burt said those words, Blaine could see the recent events flash through his mind again. Kurt stood frozen on the spot, Dave charging at him and throwing Kurt back with such force that- no he couldn't do this to himself. He needed to keep strong.
"Hi honey we came as quick as we could." Carole walked through the door with Finn following behind her looking for Kurt. She walked to Burt's side and kissed him on his head. Finn walked to the other side, Blaine's side of the bed, were there was more room and came to a halt, squeezing Kurt's leg gently. Blaine could feel the taller boy's eyes studying him and he realised this must be Kurt's step-mom so he quickly wiped his face and introduced himself.
"Hi, you must be Carole. My name's Blaine I'm, Kurt's boyfriend."
"Nice to see you again man."
"Nice to finally meet you Blaine. Was you the boy who was with him?"
"I was yes, ma'am. I didn't do this though."
"No of course you didn't. Would someone like to tell us what happened?"
"Um." Blaine ran his fingers through his increasingly loose hair and paused, he didn't know where to start.
"Take your time, kid. Did you know, Kurt never stops talking about you?" Burt sighed.
Blaine looked down at his boyfriend's motionless body and smiled sadly, "I know. Mercedes made the mistake of telling me that in front of him. Let's just say they didn't talk for a while." They both laughed but Blaine frowned suddenly, "sir, it was my fault."
"How do you mean?"
Blaine told the story to Burt, Carole and Finn, not missing out any detail. Including Kurt's heroic moment of pulling Puck out of the way before he got beat into the locker door.
"That's my boy. Always putting others first even if it does mean him ending up like this."
"Sir, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have interfered but I just wanted it to be safe for him and I-I thought that maybe Dave would come around if he had help you know. I always see the best in people, well most people, that's why I called him."
"Of course he would be safe! I'd of been there, protecting him." Finn spoke up.
"There's only so much you can do Finn." Burt looked to Blaine, "you had the best intentions kid. Don't beat yourself up. In fact if I was you I would have beat the crap outta him, that woulda scared him." Burt breathed. "But what good would thatta done? He'd have been in Kurt's position. Like he deserves."
Blaine didn't know what to say. He wanted to join Burt in beating the crap out of Dave for what he did for sure but he wasn't sure if he should say that. Instead he just smiled at Burt.
The four of them sat in silence. Burt and Carole had never been properly introduced to Blaine before so it felt strange for both of them. But not long after, Burt shouted, "where the hell is the doctor?"
"Sir, he said he'd come when there was news – a change."
"Call me Burt wouldya?"
"Sorry, sir."
"Blaine! Chill out, I don't blame ya!"
"Sorry, Burt."
The two exchanged a look and began laughing again.
"Mr Hummel?" a voice came from the door and they all looked around to see the doctor they talked to earlier stood in the doorway.
"Yeah come on in. What's the news?"
"Mr Hummel, your son looks to be suffering from Intracranial Hematoma. This means that because of the trauma to his head he had bled profusely, which is why we took him straight into surgery to rid of the excess blood. Without your cooperation sir, he would have suffered severe damage. But for now he will remain in a coma."
"So you mean he's ok?"
"As ok as he can be. For now we will assess him regularly, for signs of brain activity and to see if he can breathe on his own yet. Is there any questions?"
"I don't know how to thank you enough doc."
"Thank you." Blaine, Finn and Carole said together.
"I'll come back straight away if there's any more news." And the Doctor exited the room.
"Look I'm gonna go call everyone in the glee club, let them know what's happened." Finn said, still towering over Blaine.
"I'll call the Warblers." Blaine said, but yet he still couldn't bring himself to leave Kurt, to even let go of his hand. It was hard enough when Kurt was in surgery, his hands felt cold and empty and he hated that feeling.
"Blaine go. He's not going anywhere and we'll get you straight away if anything happens ok?" Burt said reassuringly.
Blaine nodded and followed Finn out the door. But before Finn could even start to speak, Blaine had gone the opposite direction in search for coffee. He needed to wake himself up, and dam was he thirsty. He found the coffee machine two corridors later and began rummaging around his pockets for change. Bringing out the correct money for the machine, Blaine put the change inside and watched the coffee make itself. But all of a sudden Blaine felt a strange feeling in his chest; he leant against the wall and closed his eyes, feeling tears force their way out from under his eyelids. He knew the reason for this; he thought suddenly, it was because he always got coffee with Kurt. It reminded him of all those times they were alone, just the two of them, and they would talk about anything and everything.
He wished so hard he would still get to do that.