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Blaine was surprised by how numb he felt. He could feel the warmth from the blood trickling from the wound in his head but he could feel no pain. He counted it a blessing. His insides felt strange… like they were leaking… his lungs punctured in some way. His vision was blurred; he could only make out the faint outlines of the people that surrounded him. Something hit him in the back, knocking the wind from him once more. He coughed; the iron taste of blood filled his mouth. A pressure settled deep in his chest, he could no longer draw in a breath. His eyes widened desperately as he rasped for air. Something hit him again, in the stomach this time, that warm feeling of blood flowering across his skin. Blaine's eyelids dropped… Suddenly the hands that were surrounding him were being pulled away roughly. Bright lights and shouts filled the air.
Blaine.
Blaine.
Was someone calling his name? Blaine tried to open his eyes but they stayed shut… his chest eerily still. More hands were pushing at him now, yet gently. They were stroking his face… then something cold was being pressed against his face. Sweet oxygen burst into his mouth and nose, Blaine almost cried with relief as the air forced its way into his lungs.
Blaine.
Blaine.
Who was calling to him? Blaine tried to move but it was no use. His head fell to the side, and Blaine let the overwhelming darkness take over.
…
Kurt sat down at his kitchen table, unable to keep the smile from his face. His body was practically humming from the night before… he and Blaine had fucked and made love the whole night through, pausing only to tell each other how much they loved each other. Kurt blushed and sighed happily, sipping at his coffee. He wished Blaine hadn't have had to leave in the morning. Kurt had tried to keep him in bed: they'd had slow morning sex and Kurt had blown the hell out of Blaine, before reluctantly saying good-bye to each other. Kurt wasn't sure Burt and Carol would be so impressed to find out Blaine had stayed the night, no matter how much they said they liked Blaine.
Burt and Carol had arrived home moments after Blaine slipped out the door.
"So did you have a nice evening with Blaine?" Carol asked, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled. "He's a good looking boy."
Kurt hid his blush behind his coffee cup. "Yes thank you…"
He was saved from having to say anything else by Burt walking in through the door, a concerned expression on his face.
"There's a whole great commotion at the end of our street." He said. "Ambulances, paramedics, police cars… they've arrested four guys for attacking some kid in broad daylight."
Carol frowned. "Was the kid okay…?"
Burt shook his head. "Blood all over the pavements when I drove past… looks like it could have been a knife attack… Don't know who it was, some gang war probably."
Kurt didn't know why but hearing about the attack was making him uncomfortable. Standing up he left the kitchen, a feeling of unease settling in his stomach. He looked at his phone. Maybe he'd just call Blaine… just in case. Just to check he was okay.
Kurt paused.
No. That would be ridiculous, Blaine would think he had gone insane. Plus, who calls someone just as they leave your house? Kurt was already waiting for Blaine to freak out and disappear; he didn't need to give him an excuse. Sighing, Kurt flicked on the TV.
Fiona Anderson wiped the tears from her eyes for the millionth time on her sleeve. She didn't care that her mascara was staining her white suit jacket. She stared at the white hospital walls that surrounded her, closing in on her… She remembered the day she was wheeled into this very hospital. The day she gave birth to her little baby boy… curly haired and with the face of an angel.
"My baby…" Fiona couldn't stop the words from leaving her lips. Her chest heaved slightly as she tried to keep her sobs quiet. "My baby…"
She'd been making tea when the phone call had come.
Mrs. Anderson. Your son. Critical condition. Our sincerest apologies. Critical. Knife wounds. Police. Sincerest apologies. Was all she took in.
A heavy hand set on her shoulder. Fiona flinched.
"Don't touch me." She snarled.
John let go of Fiona's shoulder. 1 day ago and his wife would never dare speak to him like that… He sat down beside her. She shifted away.
"God dammit Fiona!" John smashed his fist onto the small table next to them. "I pulled them… away from him… I pushed them off… What more could I have done?"
"SO MUCH JOHN." Fiona screamed at him. "YOU COULD'VE NOT HIRED PSYCOPATHS AT THE WORKS… YOU COULD HAVE LOVED YOUR SON… BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE IS… YOUR SON, NO MATTER WHAT, HE'S YOURS."
John sat still. He needed a drink. Fucking hell he needed a drink.
"He's not my son." He growled.
"Then you're not my husband."
"I SAVED HIS LIFE TODAY." John thundered. "DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?"
"Saved him?" Fiona whispered, her voice shaking. "He's lying on that hospital bed, one thread away from dying… we could loose our son… our only son at any moment…" Fiona broke off into loud sobs once again.
Silence. Moments passed. Minutes… 5… 10… 15…
"Do you remember when we first met?" John said quietly. "At that party… you were wearing this big ball gown… you looked so beautiful and young… I remember that like it was yesterday…"
"Who's that?" Fiona's best friend Madge was squealing beside her. "He is so hot! Fi… you've got to talk to him… he's totally looking at you."
Fiona rolled her eyes. Madge, at 4'5, stocky and ginger, had never had a boyfriend and therefore lived in the land of stories and fairy tales. Everyone who even glanced at Fiona, Madge was convinced was the prince charming she had been waiting for.
Usually she was way off the line… Madge's taste in men was not spectacular but this guy… Fiona had to hand it to her… this guy was hot. Easily 6'5, he towered over his guests, dressed in a close fitting suit, a large gold watch upon his wrist. The watch was far too big for a man of his age to be wearing but it suited him… Fiona bit her lip. The man glanced her way and smiled. Fiona smiled back, tipping her glass at him.
Madge could barely contain herself. "Oh god… do you think he'll come over? This is amazing… he's gorgeous… so dark and mysterious."
"Madge, do us all a favour and shut up would you?" Fiona hissed. "Dark and mysterious? What is this Jane Eyre?"
Madge hit Fiona on the arm, hard. "Shut up… and Jane Eyre is an excellent book… filled with the passion and lust of forbidden love…"
Madge was cut off by Fiona stamping hard on her foot. The man was coming over. This way. He was walking towards them. Oh god. Oh god. Fiona tried to compose herself.
"Say something funny." She hissed at Madge.
"What? Why?"
"So I can laugh! Just do it!"
"Okay um… this one time I peed myself whilst playing hide and seek and blamed it on a dog."
Fiona laughed heartily, trying not to sound too fake before hissing. "That's not funny that's disgusting… remind me why I'm friends with you?"
Before Madge had a chance to answer the man was at their side. He smiled again, showing rows of white teeth.
"Hi…" He said. His voice was deep. "You're Fiona right? My brother talks a lot about you."
Fiona flushed all shades of magenta. "Yeah hi… sorry I don't know your name?"
"John." John held out his hand and Fiona shook it lightly. "Anderson."
"Pleasure to meet you." Fiona said, smiling at him again.
"Can I get you a drink?"
2 years later …
Fiona stared down at the pregnancy test in her hand, tears dripping off her cheeks. She walked slowly back into the bedroom where John was sat reading the paper, as he always did in the mornings.
"John…" She said quietly.
He looked up. "Honey? What's the matter?" John got to his feet looking concerned.
Fiona's face cracked into a huge smile. "I'm… pregnant!" She squealed.
John picked her up and spun her round before kissing her on the lips. "Oh Fiona… I knew it… I knew we'd have a baby soon… I love you, I love you so much."
Fiona giggled happily. "I love you too…" She took a deep breath. "A baby… I can't believe it…"
"It's a miracle, babe… a miracle."
Fiona stared at her husband. "You used to love me… Do you remember John? Before Blaine… when you loved me… when you were happy?"
John stayed silent.
"We were so in love… so over joyed when I got pregnant." Fiona said softly, her voice still shaking with tears. "The problem is… I don't love you anymore… because you're not you… this is not the John I fell in love with… you changed and… I don't love the new John."
And with that Fiona stood and walked away from her husband. She didn't turn back. She walked down the long white hospital hallway, ignoring the tears that fell over her cheeks, ignoring the pain that was throbbing in her chest. She pushed open the big grey door to her son's room and sat down by his side.
Blaine's face was grey, apart from the large purple bruises over his cheek and eye. Long plastic tubes were running from his nose to an assortment of big machines. Oxygen was still pressed to his mouth and small electrodes were monitoring his heartbeat. Fiona listened to the soft beeping sound and reached out to take her son's cold hand in her own.
"I'm so sorry…" She whispered. "I'm so sorry I didn't leave him earlier and take you with me Blaine… I'm so sorry… for what I let him do to you."
Blaine pulled his hand away with all the strength he could manage and continued staring at the ceiling.
"Blaine…" Fiona said reaching out to stroke his cheek. He flinched. "Please don't do this… please let me apologise."
"I don't want your apology." Blaine croaked. "I don't want you here… get out…"
Fiona began to cry again. "Please… Blaine, honey… please…"
"I said no." Blaine growled, wincing at the pain. "Kurt…"
"What?"
"Get… Kurt… Get him… now." Blaine's eyes were drifting closed.
And with that Blaine drifted back out of consciousness. Fiona sobbed into his still shoulder, clutching at his limp fingers desperately.
Kurt stepped under the hot torrent of water coming from the shower and sighed happily. As amazing as he felt, he had to admit he was also pretty sore. He blushed; Blaine had certainly not held back… his thrusts had been ruthless and, as much as Kurt had certainly enjoyed it at the time, he was having a hard time concealing the fact that he winced every time he sat down.
Kurt paused, the soap in his hand. His mobile was ringing. For a moment he considered leaping out of the shower in case it was Blaine… Kurt smiled. He'd ring him back once he got out the shower. Was this what it felt like to be happy? Kurt wondered. This wonderful warm feeling like honey in his tummy. Him and Blaine… together… finally. He couldn't stop replaying their night together over and over in his head. Kurt bit his lip. He was determined not to let anything ruin this day for him… he didn't want anything to ruin how happy he felt.
Once he had finished showering and daydreaming about Blaine being in the shower with him… on his knees preferably… Kurt grabbed a towel and wandered back into his room. The missed call on his mobile was from an unknown number. Kurt frowned… it could wait. Sitting on the edge of his bed Kurt flicked the TV on. The evening news flooded his room.
"… The boy was rescued by his father who pulled the attackers away… the boy is currently in intensive care following blows to the head and knife wounds to his stomach and chest, doctors described his condition as critical but stable."
And then Kurt noticed the little picture of the boy they were talking about in the corner and it was none other than Blaine Anderson.
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