ffffffuuuuu 3 days in a row lots of writing for me. Don't get used to it though, this chapter ends the Blaine and Kurt isolation. I'll be moving on in the next one which means more will happen in them, therefore chapters will be longer.

Chapter 10

Shadows.

Twisting, winding, surrounding him.

Pain.

Shooting straight through him

He ran.

He felt as if he was underwater.

Each breath took so much effort that he didn't even think it was worth it anymore.

Suddenly he was on the floor; being dragged backwards, hands clawing the floor in panic.

The shadows drew closer, suffocating him.

He couldn't breathe.

He was shaking, no...He was being shaken.

'Kurt.'

What was that?

Wait; that was his name.

Who was calling his name?

Just him and the shadows.

Were the shadows calling to him?

'KURT!'

It was louder this time and the shaking was back.

He couldn't breathe.

'I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dy-'

Kurt awoke with a Jolt, throwing himself into a seated position, chest heaving as he drew in deep, panicked breaths.

A dream...just a dream- no a nightmare.

A horrible nightmare, one that he had become used to in the last 4 days.

He became aware of a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles through the thin material of the hospital gown and he closed his eyes, using the gesture to help him to calm.

He was pulled back against a firm warm chest and strong arms wrapped themselves around his torso.

"It's okay baby, I'm here" The words were whispered softly into his ear and he realised that he was being gently rocked like a baby.

No matter how many time he'd been told that in the last few days; Kurt would never grow tired of hearing his boyfriends support.

The mantra was repeated, broken only by the odd tender kiss placed on his temple.

"Blaine." He whispered, lifting the hand that wasn't in a sling out of his boyfriends grip, placing it on the arms around him.

"Yeah, it's me. Open your eyes baby." He felt himself being manoeuvred gently in Blaine's arms until he felt his back resting into soft pillows and let his lids flutter open.

He was met with the sight of Blaine sitting in front of him on the bed, one leg tucked under him and he had Kurt's hand in his softly stroking the skin with his thumb.

A gesture he had felt many times recently, not that he was complaining.

He looked over Blaine's shoulder and noticed that they weren't alone.

Kurt's doctor was stood by the wall with a clip board in his hand and a small smile on his face.

He would never say it out loud but sometimes the affection he saw between couples in the hospital really gave him hope for love. And he'd never seen any couple as adorable as this pair.

"Hi." He said kindly when he realised Kurt was looking directly at him.

"Hello." Kurt's response was hesitant, since every time this man had been in the room over the last few days it had been to tell him that no, he would not be leaving today.

"I have good news and bad news." Blaine turned around on the bed, hand still gripping Kurt's but making it easier to see the man talking.

"Good news is we're letting you go." He smiled as Kurt visibly sighed in relief and his boyfriend leaned over to give him an affectionate peck on the smiling lips. "You're healing well, you've been off the morphine 24 hours and seem to be coping significantly without it so I don't think there's anything more that we can do here that you can't deal with at home."

Kurt side hugged his boyfriend, being careful with his arm and kissed him again.

"Wait..." Blaine turned away from Kurt to look back to the doctor. "Bad news?"

Damn. Yeah.

"Ah yes, bad news is you'll have to hold off on the singing for a couple of weeks until your ribs are better healed."

With any other person this would be such a silly thing to be reluctant to announce.

For Kurt it was like taking water away from a fish.

"That's okay, right Kurt?" Blaine smiled reassuringly at his boyfriend and poked him gently on the arm which caused Kurt to return the smile at how cute Blaine was. "Right Kurt." He pressed.

Kurt sighed but reluctantly nodded.

After last night he had mentally decided that he should just be grateful he was alive.

A couple of weeks without singing wouldn't be that hard.

Well, at least with Blaine he could complain later.

2 hours, one thorough check up and an intense wardrobe discussion over the phone with Finn deciding which of his clothes were comfortable yet stylish enough for his discharge, Kurt was ready to leave.

He had flat out refused the sweatpants that his dad offered, there was never an excuse for sweatpants, and he obviously hadn't said it enough.

Maybe he'd burn them.

The nurse had insisted that Kurt be taken out of the hospital in the wheelchair much to Kurt's annoyance. 'I'm not an invalid' he had argued but they had assured him it was simply hospital policy.

He wouldn't admit it but, once he took his first step out of the chair, Kurt was extremely embarrassingly glad that they hadn't let him walk from the ward.

Every step pulled at the stitches in his leg, he had been lucky enough to get away without anything broken since, with the sling on his arm, crutches would have been impossible.

The cut still hurt like hell though and, much to Kurt's dismay, every tug on the wound threw him right back into the attack.

He could still feel the skin ripping apart as he skidded across the tarmac.

Luck had not been on his side when Karofsky had hurled him down on the road, as there had been scattered glass littering the floor which Kurt had fallen directly onto...hence the gaping wound that, the doctor had said, could have been much more serious if Blaine hadn't taken him into the ER.

This attack, as horrible as the ordeal had been, had really brought Blaine and Kurt a lot closer.

The dapper boy had spent every second he could with his boyfriend. Giving comforting gestures, loving whispers in his ear long into the night and just being around him without the need for words.

He wished that the argument the day before hadn't happened how it had but Kurt had to admit that it really helped him to get it all out in the open.

He wasn't prepared to tell his friends or Carol or even his Dad yet but he knew Blaine wouldn't let it end there.

What is it...admitting you have a problem is the first step to solving it...

Or was that drugs?

It could work for bullies I guess.

As Kurt limped slowly to the car; Blaine came up behind him, wrapping am arm around his waist allowing Kurt to lean against him for support.

His dad came around to help him into the backseat and Kurt thanked him, sinking into the soft blanket that Carol had thought to lay there.

The car ride was silent; Blaine had his fingers entwined with Kurt's the whole time, repeating the soothing motion of running his thumb across the skin.

Kurt wondered how he got so lucky.

"Okay," Burt said as they entered the house. "So Finn has moved his stuff into the basement and you'll be upstairs since I know how cold it gets in the winter months, don't deny it," He added the last bit when he saw that Kurt was set to protest. "And the doctor said we have to be really careful so that you don't get an infection in that cut on your leg."

Kurt subconsciously lifted his leg off the ground slightly, alleviating the pressure a little.

Blaine felt the weight leaning against him increase and jumped in before Kurt could argue with his father.

"Come on Kurt, you need to sit down." He pulled gently on Kurt's arm, guiding him to the couch.

Kurt tugged his arm out of Blaine's grip.

"I'm fine Blaine, I've been sitting down for 4 days, I'm going to go to my-" He paused sighing in annoyance. "I mean Finns room and check that none of my stuff has been manhandled into oblivion."

He looked over to Finn who was looking pretty put out by the accusation.

"No offense Finn." Well actually yes, offense meant, Finn was worse than a child. "But I saw what you were like when you moved in...Would you like to tell Blaine how you organised your clothes?"

"Justshovedtheminadraw." Finn mumbled as if he were a 5 year old being told off for drawing on the walls.

"What was that, speak louder Finn."

"I just shoved them in a draw, okay? Geez Kurt I'm not a child."

"You might as well be." Kurt laughed.

"Oh stop pouting Finn, I don't mind as long as you were much more careful with mine."

As he strolled away across the room to the stairs Finn, Burt and Blaine shared a relieved look.

Their Kurt was still in there.

"I'll go help him," Blaine said, heading over to the stairs where Kurt had been going.

When he reached the bedroom he peered in but there was no Kurt.

"Kurt?" He called out. The reply came from down the hall.

"I'm just in the bathroom." The reply was soft and, if Blaine wasn't mistaken, quite tearful.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, crossing the carpeted floor and leaning close to the door.

"Just...just give me a minute." Kurt couldn't stop the break in his voice.

Blaine knew that the young countertenor was crying. He also knew that, while it made him feel like a terrible boyfriend, Kurt just needed a bit of time to himself.

He mentally agreed to give Kurt 15 minutes to get himself together. After that he would do whatever it took to get into that bathroom.

It turned out that he didn't actually need that long and, 7 or 8 minutes later, while Blaine was sitting on the bed idly picking at the fabric on the bed linen, Kurt shuffled in, shoulders slumped.

Blaine sighed when the boy put his head up to look at him.

Kurt's eyes were puffy and bloodshot and the skin around then was blotchy like Kurt had scrubbed at them to wipe away the tears.

Blaine clucked his tongue sadly and held his arms out to his boyfriend.

"C'mere."

Kurt sniffled and crossed the room in no time, basically throwing himself into Blaine's arms.

Blaine wrapped his arms around the shaking boy and rested his head lovingly on Kurt's soft hair.

"It'll be okay Kurt."

"How can you say that?" He swallowed heavily, choking back more tears.

Blaine didn't get a chance to respond because now, tucked into the crook of Blaine arm, his head pressed into the smaller but stockier boys chest he had found his voice.

"I have to tell them...about him don't I" They both knew it wasn't a question and Blaine just nodded into Kurt's hair, his heart breaking as the body he was holding shuddered.

He sat up further, tugging Kurt gently up with him and placed a finger under his chin, tilting his head to look up at him.

Leaning in, he placed his lips against Kurt's gently, the kiss totally innocent. When he pulled away however he discovered that wasn't enough for Kurt.

The tearful boy put his good hand behind Blaine's head, effectively pulling him down for another kiss.

This one was sloppier, more passionate. Kurt ran his tongue across Blaine bottom lip making Blaine gasp lightly, and took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

They moved together, tongues exploring each other's mouths and Blaine wrapped his hands around Kurt's back pulling him as flush against his chest as he could with the sling in the way.

Blaine was the first to break for air, leaning back breathing heavily, he gazed straight into Kurt's still blotchy eyes.

"You're so strong Kurt. So strong." He leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his boyfriends head as the boy snuggled closer his body now stopping Blaine from moving anywhere.

He didn't mind though.

This right here was where he belonged.

I feel the need to say, once again, this isn't the end. I'm too used to short stories, all my chapters end up looking like the end.

lalalalala oh well.

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