Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own the song used in this chapter which is 'I Won't Let Go' by Rascal Flatts.
Chapter 11:
Blaine stared at Kurt, dumbfounded.
"What?"
"Don't do that. Don't tune me out. You heard me loud and clear, Blaine Anderson." he snapped. "I want you to tell me why you're so annoying and upset all of a sudden."
Blaine didn't answer at first, but continued to work on his Calculus homework.
"Blaine -"
"Leave me alone."
"I don't understand." Kurt touched his shoulder hesitantly. "Why are you being like this? It's not you at all."
"Well gee, sorry," snapped the Warbler, "I'll try harder next time I get beat up on the soccer field of a public high school the night of prom!"
The counter-tenor fought back tears.
"You told me not to blame myself." he said. "So don't do the same thing. I was there too, you know."
"Kurt -"
"No." said Kurt angrily. "Blaine, if I can attempt to not blame myself for what happened - and I do not use the word 'attempt' lightly - then you can do the same."
Blaine didn't respond at first.
"You don't understand. I shouldn't have let this happen." he whispered, slumping back against his pillows. "It was like I was reliving the Sadie Hawkins Dance all over again. I should have tried to stop them...and I'm sick of people asking me if I'm alright. I'm in the hospital because of a homophobic attack. Do I look alright?" he sighed. "Karofsky and Santana came by."
Kurt nodded, and shifted on the bed so that he was lying next to his boyfriend.
"I saw them leaving when we got here. What did they want?"
Blaine shrugged.
"Make things right I guess...but I don't think I'm going to trust Karofsky any time soon. Not after what he put you through."
Kurt was quiet for a moment. Then he remembered a song he'd come across on his ipod - something Finn had probably added as a joke, knowing Kurt's taste in music - that was perfect for him to sing and show his boyfriend that they would get through this together.
He nearly chickened out.
No. Courage right?
And he had to make Blaine see that he didn't have to blame himself for what had happened at Prom...he wasn't alone.
He started to sing as his boyfriend's IV free arm draped itself across his waist.
It's like a storm
That cuts a path
It breaks your will
It feels like that
You think you're lost
But you're not lost on your own
You're not alone
Blaine wiped at his eyes and tightened his arms around Kurt's waist.
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go
It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it's dark
This part of life
Oh it finds us all
And we're to small
To stop the rain
Oh but when it rains
Blaine tucked his head under Kurt's chin and tangled their hands together.
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let you fall
Kurt's free hand moved to Blaine's hair, gently stroking the curls. Neither boy was aware that New Directions were watching them from the doorway.
Don't be afraid to fall
I'm right here to catch you
I won't let you down
It won't get you down
You're gonna make it
Yeah I know you can make it
Kurt's eyes locked with Blaine's as he continued to sing.
'Cause I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you've done all you can do
And you can't cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go
Oh I'm gonna hold you
And I won't let go
Won't let you go
No I won't...
Kurt smiled and kissed his boyfriend.
"I meant it - we'll get through this together." he whispered when they broke apart. He grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and handed it to Blaine, who hastily wiped his eyes and blew his nose.
"Can we come back in, or are you two gonna start having sex?" Kurt heard Puck yell. "'cause believe it or not, I'd like to leave the hospital unscarred - ow! Hummel your brother just slapped me."
Kurt smothered a snort, and Blaine blushed.
"That's nice, Noah...but to answer your question, no, we're not going to have sex, and yes you guys can come back in."
"What about Finn slapping me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Not my problem."
Blaine laughed.
New Directions filed back into the room.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you guys." said Blaine.
"Don't worry about it, man." said Finn. "We're all glad you're okay. How long're you here for?"
"Saturday. Not happy about it, but it's not like I have a choice."
Rachel was conversing with Kurt.
"The song you sang was pretty, and perfectly fit your vocal range." she was saying. "I think I could have done it better -"
"Rachel don't even go there." said Kurt, though he was smiling. "I have Finn to thank for messing with my ipod. Otherwise I'd probably have never listened to it."
Finn shrugged, but grinned and flashed his step-brother a thumbs-up.
"Wow, when did the party start?"
Blaine's mother was back.
"Hey Mom," greeted Blaine. "These are Kurt's friends - they're in Glee club with him."
One by one, each of them introduced themselves to Mrs. Anderson.
"It's nice to meet you all." she said. "Blaine, your father's here. He wants to see you."
Blaine's face fell. Kurt rubbed his arm.
"Guys, -"
"It's cool." Finn glanced at their friends, who were talking about heading home among other things as they left the room. "I'll be in the waiting room, alright?"
Kurt nodded.
"Do you want me to -?"
Blaine shook his head.
"No. He can talk to me in front of my boyfriend, or he doesn't have to talk to me at all." he looked over at his mother. "I'll talk to him."
Of all the things Nick Anderson was expecting when he entered his son's hospital room, it wasn't for that kid to be back...least of all lying next to him on his bed.
No..the kid had a name right? Yeah...Kurt.
"Hello, Mr. Anderson." he said quietly.
"Hi." he said.
Well this was awkward...and why was his son staring at him like he wanted to beat the living crap out of him?
"Hey Dad." Blaine's voice was flat.
"You...you doing okay?" said Nick as he leaned against the wall.
Blaine bit his lip hard, and Kurt rubbed his shoulder gently. The curly haired boy gave him a grateful smile before looking back at his father.
"I was fine, until I heard from Kurt that you physically removed him from my room while I was unconscious."
"Blaine, I was in shock." said Nick. "I get a call saying my son's in the hospital after being attacked at the prom he went to with his friend -"
"Boyfriend, dad." corrected Blaine. "Kurt is my boyfriend."
"Don't interrupt me kid."
"Then don't act like this is some shock to you that I actually have a boyfriend." he shot back. "I know you've always been indifferent to me being gay, and you ignored it too, like you thought it would go away - even that car we built, remember?" Blaine snorted. "It was like you just hoped I'd change my mind, right?"
Nick stared at him in shock. Sure he'd had those thoughts, but Blaine was his son for crying out loud - it didn't mean he didn't love him.
"Blaine, you're my son, and I still love you." he tried. "You have to understand -"
"No, I don't think I do. I don't think I'll want to for a while...but you should know, Kurt'll only leave if he wants to. I'm not going to make him because you have issues."
"Blaine."
"I want you to leave, Dad."
"Blaine."
"Dad. Get. out."
"I think you heard him the first time, Nick." he turned to see Isabel watching him from outside the room.
He turned and walked out.
Fluff with a side order of angst. Oh boy!
Anyway, what did you all think? Constructive criticism is welcome! No flames please.