Anything is possible
He was so small. Lying there. Mark had taken me out when Blaine woke up. He had panicked because he couldn't see. I sat beside his bed and held his hand whilst he sat in despair. His eyes were fixed on one point. He never moved them.
'Does anybody know?' He asked.
'Mark called your Mom.' I said.
'Is she coming?'
'Yes.'
'And my Dad?' His voice broke.
'I'm not sure.' His hand was tight on mine.
'You should go.' He sighed. 'I think my Mom should see me on her own.' I left. My Dad came to get me and drove me home.
'Here.' He handed me a cup of coffee as I collapsed onto the couch. I curled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on top of them.
'It should have been me.' I said. 'It's all my fault.'
'No, it's that damn kids fault. He threw the salt. He's to blame.' My dad sat beside me. He wasn't the sensitive type so he just put his arm around me. I had a phone call from the strangest person ever.
'Kurt?' Satan's voice called.
'Yes?'
'Umm, Blaine wants to talk to you.'
'Hey Kurt.' He said. He was happy which was unusual. 'I've got good news.' He sighed.
'Oh yeah? What's that?'
'I might be able to see again.' He laughed.
'Really! That's amazing!'
'I know! I've been put on the transplant list. It does mean someone has to die so I can see.' He seemed down about that.
'I'm sure it will be okay.' I reassured him. He had to go then. I explained to my Dad about the transplant.
'That's good right. He can recover and realize he wants to be with you.' He shuffled his newspaper as I spat out my coffee.
'What?' I asked.
'Kurt, I'm your Dad. I'm not dumb. I know when a guy dumps you.' He gave me a matter-of-fact look and went back to his paper. Quinn didn't come home for hours. I was beginning to get worried when my phone rang again.
'Yup.' I answered.
'Kurt?' Quinn whispered.
'Quinn? What's wrong?'
'I'm in the parking lot. The Cheerios just beat me up. Come quick.' Her voice was shaking. I kept my phone to my ear as I ran out.
'Hey, where are you going?' Dad called.
'Quinn's in trouble!' I called back as I closed the door. I drove like a maniac to the parking lot. She sat in the middle of the road. I left my car running and ran to her.
'Kurt!' She sobbed.
'What happened?' I looked at her bruised face in the light of my headlights.
'Santana and Brittany told me to come here. I ran into the other Cheerios and they hit me. I think I broke my ankle.' She was clutching her right foot.
'C'mon. I'm taking you to Mark.' I helped her into the car and drove to County General hospital. I helped her hop to the triage desk.
'Fill out this form.' The nurse I had seen earlier said. Up close I could see that she had dyed brown hair. Her eyes were brown too. She looked tired and kept glancing at the clock.
'Is Mark Greene here?' I asked.
'Yes. Fill out the form and wait.' She seemed to have had enough.
'Please, you don't understand!' I yelled. As I did, Quinn grabbed her lower torso and cried in pain. The nurse was at action immediately. She called for a gurney and assisted some tall, dark haired doctor into the room next to the green one. It was similar except the walls were yellow. They began to get machines and a drip in her arm.
'What happened?' The doctor asked. He had an accent that was unusual. Russian?
'Umm, some girls at our school beat her up. She said her ankle hurt.' I said hurriedly.
'Did they hit you in the stomach?' He asked Quinn. She nodded.
'Wait, she's pregnant.' I said quickly. The doctor looked at me for a second.
'Get an ultrasound!' He commanded one of his nurses.
'Kurt?' Mark Greene stood in the door. I ran to him and hugged him.
'What happened?' He asked.
'Quinn got beat up.' I sobbed.
'Quinn?'
'She's my friend from school. She's pregnant and everyone hates her.'
'C'mon, I'll get you a coffee.' He led me to the shop across the road.
'What sort of world is this?' I asked as I drank my coffee. 'I should be with her. She need's my help.'
'I think you've had enough of that hospital for a while.' He patted my hand.
'Have you talked to Blaine since this morning?' I asked.
'Yes. I just came down from the ICU when I saw you.' He cleaned his circular glasses on his sleeve. He appeared to have a head ache.
'Are you okay Doctor Greene?'
'Yes. It's been a long day.' His phone buzzed. 'Oh crap.'
'What is it?' I asked curiously.
'I have to pick my wife up from her working mother's class.' He shook his head.
'I should be with Quinn now.' I told him. 'See you tomorrow I guess.' I stood up and put a dollar down on the table.
'What's this for?'
'The coffee.' I pushed the door open and walked across the road. Quinn was crying when I walked in. 'Is everything okay?' I asked as I took her hand.
'Yes. Look.' She pointed to the screen. A small peanut shape sat in the center.
'Is that-'
'The baby. Yeah.' She whipped her eye's.
'Wow. That's just so... real.' I shook my head in disbelief. Quinn was moved into a room with an old lady in the other bed. I sat with her until she fell asleep before I got into an elevator and went up to the ICU. I sighed when I saw him. His eyes were closed but I didn't know if he was asleep. I sat beside him.
'Kurt?' He asked in a weak voice.
'How did you know?'
'Your perfume. You don't forget that smell.' He chuckled.
'I thought you were asleep.' I stroked his hand.
'No. What's the point in opening my eyes if I can't see?' He said miserably.
'Blaine. Don't think like that. You'll get that transplant and you'll recover.' I held back the tears.
'I'm glad it was me.' He opened them now. They didn't have the life in them anymore. Just blank and staring.
'I never thanked you for saving me.' One tear. It was quiet for a second.
'Did you come here just to see me?' He joked.
'No. I came with Quinn.'
'Is she okay?' He was suddenly alert.
'She is now. The Cheerio's beat her up.'
'Harsh.'
'That's what I thought.' I watched his blank eyes following certain sounds.
'Who's that!' He asked panicked as a nurse walked in and attended the patient beside him.
'A nurse. It's okay.' I stroked his hand with my finger.
'You should go home Kurt. This is wrong.' He frowned.
'What's wrong about this?'
'Because I'm falling in love with you again. I just want to see your face.' He turned his head. His eyes searching for what they could not see.
'I'm so sorry Blaine. I'll come and see you later.' I kissed his head and left. Whipping my face on my shirt as I left the elevator. My Dad and Carol were in the waiting room.
'Kurt!' They said when they saw me. They walked into the main admin desk.
'Finn's in with Quinn. Is she okay?' Carol took my hand.
'Yeah, she's fine now.' I smiled.
'Why are you crying?' Dad asked.
'I just went to see Blaine.' I told him. 'He's pretty scared.'
'You should go home Kurt. I think you've been here enough today. We're here with Quinn now. Take the car and go to bed.' He patted my shoulder. I knew I wouldn't sleep. I had a plan to kick Satan in the groin and find that Sebastian kid and throw something into his eyes. I showered and sat with teddy-Blaine. I wished he was here. That we were back in the old days when Rachel was allowed to own the stage with her popular boyfriend. Quinn never spoke to me and Santana made gay jokes. It was better then. I had a small amount of happiness in my life. Blaine kept me going. I moisturized and planned to sleep. Falling into memories more than dreams. I was sitting in Blaine's car, we had just left the movies and he kissed me for the first time. The first time we were one person. Our first time in the tent. All was lost now. Everything was gone.
'You set her up didn't you!' I stormed at Santana when I saw her in the choir room.
'Hold it butt-boy.' She stood up and put her face close to mine.
'Don't come with the gay insults Santana! This has nothing to do with that. This is about the fact that Quinn almost lost her baby because of you!'
'Good! Maybe she'd learn her lesson not to put her legs behind her head with other people's boyfriends!'
'Oh! Like you and Puck weren't getting it on last weekend, even though you're dating Blaine!'
'Well, you can tell him for me that I'm not with him anymore! Also, if Quinn show's her pregnant little ass in this room again, I'm going to kick it!' She sat down and folded her arms. I was still stood in the same place.
'Blaine doesn't know you left him.' I stated.
'Get with it lady-trousers. I can't date a guy who can't appreciate how I look.' She raised one eyebrow and stared away from me.
'You know, you are a real bitch.' I sat in my seat as Mr Schuster entered the class room. Followed by a soppy Rachel. Sam and Mercedes were laughing behind me and Tina and Mike were making out. I checked my cell. This would be when Blaine would text. The day didn't improve. The assignment for the week was emotion. Yes, I had a lot of that. I was however, unable to express it. I know he's free and everything now, but I don't think that Blaine would be okay with me telling everyone about him. I drove to the hospital to pick Quinn up and found that she wasn't in her bed. I went to admin.
'Excuse me, do you know if Quinn Fabray has been moved?' I asked the same doctor who worked on her yesterday.
'She went to see a friend in the ICU a moment ago.' He said in his accent. I have to ask where he's from. I knew where she was. I went to Blaine who was talking excitedly to Quinn.
'-Never seen something so amazing in my life!' He said. I sat down and put a finger on my lips to silence Quinn. 'Kurt?' Blaine asked after he smelt the air.
'I'm here.' I called from the opposite side of the bed. Something lifted inside me when his smile lit up.
'I'll wait for you in the car.' Quinn smiled. She left. Blaine held out his hand and I took it.
'I can see things.' He said.
'What?' I asked.
'I can see shapes. The eye specialist said it could be a sign of repair.' He squeezed my hand happily.
'Have you spoken to Santana today?' I couldn't resist asking. His smile fell and he let go of my hand.
'Yes. I have.' His eyes fixed into the distance. 'She said she couldn't deal with this right now.' He gritted his teeth and covered his face.
'Blaine, I want you to know that I can. I can deal with this.'
'I don't want to have you helping me.' He began blinking frantically.
'Blaine?' I panicked. He grabbed his face and shrieked. 'Blaine!' I sat beside him. I realized he was crying. Like, really crying. I pulled him close to me.
'I can't do this.' He sobbed.
'Yes. Yes, you can. I belive in you.' I turned his face to mine. He reached out his hand and rested it on my cheek. I leant in. His lips were warm and soft on mine. He pulled away and opened his eyes. He blinked and they widened.
'Kurt?' He whispered.
'I'm here.' I reassured him.
'I know. I can see that.' He was serious.
'You can see?' I said, pulling back.
'Yes. You're wearing your sky-blue shirt that you love and that navy bow-tie.' He looked at my shirt.
'Oh my god.' I said in astonishment.
'Doctor!' Blaine called. He began searching. 'Doctor! I need a doctor!' A man in a white coat approached the bed.
'What is it Mr Anderson?' He asked in a way that made me want to hit him. Like Blaine was handy capped.
'I can see!' He shouted.
