Burt flew in through the doors of the hospital. His nose crinkled up in disgust; he hated the smell of hospitals. Blood, tears, and rubbing alcohol. He speed walked up to the counter.
"I got a call about 10 minutes ago saying my son was taken to the hospital?" The woman sitting at the counter looked up from behind her glasses.
"Name?"
"Kurt Hummel." The woman pulled up to her computer, typing in the name. Her eyes darted across the screen a few times before she picked up the phone, dialing an extension number.
"Dr. Furgeson? Kurt's father is here. Uhuh. Alright. Of course." She stood, walking around and opening the door leading to the rest of the hospital. "Come with me, sir." Burt followed the woman into a small room with a doctor sitting at a desk. The doctor stood, shaking hands with Burt. The woman left, closing the door behind her.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel. It seems like it's been too soon to have to talk to you again. Please, take a seat." The two sat. "Your son was taken to the emergency room by ambulance about twenty minutes ago… According to his friend Blaine, he was struck with a sudden migraine and fainted. We're not exactly sure what happened, but as soon as you sign this-" The doctor pushed a slip of paper toward Burt. "I can get him a CT scan." Burt clicked a pen, signing the release waiver and staying silent as the doctor rumbled on about the possibilities of what could be wrong with Kurt.
"All we can do now is wait." Burt nodded, shaking hands with the doctor one more time before walking back to the waiting room.
Blaine sat in the middle of the busy waiting room. Twice in one month. Wonderful. He leaned back and closed his eyes, wondering if Kurt was all right. The nurses at the front desk weren't allowed to tell him anything because he wasn't family. Blaine listened to the creak of the chair beside him as someone sat down. He opened his eyes, glancing to the side but not moving his head. He shot up in his seat as soon as he saw who it was.
"Mr. Hummel?"
"Hey, kiddo." He said, obviously overwhelmed.
"Where's Kurt? Is he all right?" Burt rubbed his forehead.
"He's getting a CT scan as we speak. And to be honest, Blaine, I don't know. You remembered last time, right? It took us nearly three hours after Kurt was admitted for him to get a CT scan. Now they want to get him in right away. And I think the doctor said something about emergency surgery." Blaine's eyebrow's furrowed up with worry. "It doesn't sound good, Blaine." Blaine sighed, throwing his head back again. Burt patted his knee. "I'm gonna go try and get ahold of Carole again, k bud?" Blaine nodded slightly. He listened to Burt stand and walk away. He curled up and buried his face in his knees.
This was, this was just too much. Kurt shouldn't have had to go to the hospital two times in a row. He had healed, right? Kurt and Blaine just finished fixing their relationship.
Was the entire universe against the two of them being together?
"Blaineeeee!" A high pitched voice squealed. Two pairs of arms hurdled themselves at Blaine, two girls slamming into him with enough force to nearly knock him over. He snapped his head up to see Rachel and Mercedes wrapping their arms around his chest. He sighed, returning the embrace.
"Finn told me what happened! Is Kurt okay?" Blaine ran his fingers through his hair as each girl sat on either side of him.
"I really don't know. He's getting a CT scan right now… I think Burt said something about surgery." Rachel put his hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"Blaine, you look tired." He shook his head.
"Not tired, overwhelmed." She glanced over at Mercedes.
"Are you hungry?" Blaine shrugged. "That's a yes, come on. We're going to the cafeteria." Rachel grabbed Blaine's hand, dragging him out of his seat. Blaine sighed and cooperated, not wanting to put up a fight right now. The two girls dragged him through the public halls of the hospital, lightly pushing him through the cafeteria doors. They sat at the nearest table. Rachel looked over at Blaine. "Ham sandwich?"
"Sure, I guess. Whatever." Rachel and Mercedes skipped over to the cafeteria line. Blaine laid his head down on the table. He wanted to be at home, with Kurt in his arms, and no more hospital trips or injuries. Why couldn't things just stay normal for a while?
"Da da da da,
Da da da da,
Da da da da,
Da da da da."
Blaine looked up, his eyes looking for the source of the singing. His eyes landed on the cafeteria line as Finn walked through the doors, the rest of the New Directions inside the line singing the intro notes of "Don't Stop Believin'".
"Da da da da,
Da da da da,
Da da da da"
Finn sang the first lyrics.
"Just a small town girl
Livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere."
The others in the cafeteria started cheering at the sudden flash mob. Rachel walked out next, smiling at Blaine and dancing around Finn.
"Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere"
Quinn and Sam stepped out next, singing with their hands entwined.
"A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile that can share the night"
The rest of the group walked out on the next line, lining up in front of the wall. The number of members singing increased with each "on".
They started dancing their way around the cafeteria, singing to different people eating their lunches.
"Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night."
The other group members danced around tables, making their way towards Blaine while singing the acapella "da"s and "ba-da"s. Puck and Mercedes pulled out the next verse.
"Working hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time."
The New Directions circled Blaine's small table, some facing away from the table and some facing inwards towards the table.Brittany and Santana continued.
"Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues.
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on.
Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night.
Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion
Hiding somewhere in the night. (Ba da, ba da ba!)"
The group danced around the cafeteria again.
"Don't stop, believin!
Hold on to that feeling, oh,
Streetlight people ohwhoaa!
Don't stop, believing!
Hold on to that feeling, oh,
Streetlight people ohwhoaa!
Don't stop!"
They ended the song in a circle facing outwards, one fist in the air. The hospital cafeteria exploded in cheers. The group made its way over to Blaine, pulling him in for a group hug. Kurt being in the hospital for everyone was hard, yes. But hell, it was even harder for Blaine. No one said anything as they pulled a half-smiling Blaine back to the waiting room and away from the crowd forming to take pictures of the group.
"I'm still kinda hungry, ya know." Blaine smiled and Puck laughed.
"Rachel's got a sandwich in her bag." The diva giggled, reaching into her tote bag and tossing the sandwich (which she bought before the song) over to Blaine. They walked into the waiting room with Blaine, whose spirits had been lifted a good bit. They were met by a frantic-looking Burt. Finn pushed to the front of the small group.
"Burt? What's wrong?"
"It… It's Kurt." Blaine's face drained of all color as the worst possible scenario popped into his mind. His head swam and he grabbed the air in front of him, looking for a surface to lean against. Oh god, Kurt was… Kurt was… No. He couldn't be… But… Blaine forgot to breathe and blacked out, slumping forward into Burt's arms. Half of the New Directions gasped, and Quinn ran off to find a nurse. Finn's voice choked up.
"Oh my god, Burt. Is Kurt… Is Kurt dead?"
"What? No. Oh god, Blaine must have thought- no, he's not. He's awake right now." Burt said. A nurse came rushing over, with Quinn running close behind. The woman pulled Blaine up, sitting him in a chair. She shook Blaine's shoulder lightly. He groaned, his eyes fluttering open. She checked his eyes with her flashlight before patting him on the back.
"He's fine. Happens with the husbands whose wives are going into labor all the time." I'd recommend calling his parents though." She looked over to Burt.
"That's me… Sort of… Legal guardian." The nurse nodded once before standing and walking back to her office. Burt looked over at Kurt's friends. "Okay guys, head back home. Finn will text you if there's a change." The New Directions mumbled, but left anyways. The whole group respected Burt as much as they did Mr. Schuester, or Mrs. Pillsbury. Blaine blinked, his body shooting up when he remembered what Burt had said.
"What's wrong with Kurt? Is he-? Oh god, please tell me he's okay." Tears started streaming down his cheek. Burt patted his shoulder.
"Calm down, bud. Kurt's still alive. He's awake now." Blaine sighed in relief, slumping back into his chair.
"What happened?" Finn asked.
"The doctor thinks that he strained his head too hard, and it restarted the healing process." Blaine blinked, his face wrinkling up.
"I… I want to see him." Burt nodded.
"All right, I'll see what I can do" They walked through the halls to Kurt's room. A doctor stopped them at the door, looking down at Blaine.
"Family only."
"Only family here, sir." Burt said. Blaine looked at his shoes tapping his foot nervously. The doctor pulled Blaine's chin up so he could look in his eyes.
"Are you Blaine, son?" The teen nodded, shifting his weight between his feet. The doctor opened the door, letting the curly-haired teen go in.
"Kurt's been asking for you." Blaine sighed, rushing into the hospital room and to his boyfriend's side. He grabbed Kurt's hand, pressing a kiss to the knuckles. Kurt opened his eyes.
"Blaine!" He scrambled up, wrapping his arms around Blaine's upper body. The shorter boy looked at Kurt's face.
"Oh god, Kurt. Thank god you remember… When Burt said the healing process was restarted, I was worried that-"
"I know, I know. But it's not. Everything's fine." Blaine buried his face in Kurt's shoulder. Kurt pulled away, scooting over and patting the bed beside him. Blaine climbed in, wrapping his arms around Kurt's neck.
"I thought… I thought I was going to lose you again." He mumbled. Kurt pulled Blaine closer, pressing his lips against his boyfriend's. He shook his head, the tears mixing on their cheeks. He broke away.
"Never."
A/N. There. All better. So far. I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE I'll stop hurting Kurt. I hate doing it, and I don't mean too, it's the story's fault I SWEAR!
Pretty pretty please review! It only takes three minutes, and it makes my day! Plus, you guys usually have some guesses as to what happens next, and these help me keep writing.
Sneak peek for next week- a surprise. A big surprise. SUPER DUPER UPER DUPER big surprise. Like, OMIGOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST DID THATTTTT! :DDDD But a happy surprise, not a bad one. I promise it won't be bad. It'll be fluffy and adorable and I'm still choosing between one thing or the other… It's confusing, but trust me.
Hugs and Klisses! (And I'm going to drag this so that this entire chapter including my author's note is at least 2000 words YES!)
-Ayla