A/N: Everything happens fast, because Im trying to keep up with writing as well as my final architecture project.

Anyway, not beta'd so ignore spellings please. I tried my best to write this chapter.

Chapter 12: Not While I'm Around?

Monday

Blaine was determined, he arrived at school twenty minutes earlier just so he could catch Kurt as soon as he can, he waited for a whole hour, even missing the first class when he realized Kurt wasn't coming to school. He had avoided going to glee club, but still waited for Kurt that day, he had gathered his stuff and stayed in the library for another hour after school; when he forced himself to accept Kurt wasn't going to show up he left.

He stayed in bed that day, going through the pictures in his phone he had taken in Paris, one with Kurt smiling as he modeled outfits for him, one was him sleeping on his chest and his hair all messed up, his cheeks pink and his lips pouted, the other one was of Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck and kissing Blaine's cheek; that picture was also his lock screen photo now.

After getting much frustrated he dialed Kurt's number, he was happy to have his phone back after the interview, he had noticed the number of missed calls from Kurt, and he cursed himself for it. Making Kurt wait, and worry over him for no reason.

He waited for the call to be connected but the server said 'number not available' he kept trying though, staying awake all night hopping for Kurt to pick up.

Tuesday

The went by just as same as Monday, but this time Blaine had shoved a bunch of post its and flowers into Kurt's locker, all written with I'm sorry, he even sent over a dozen of roses to Kurt's house that night on Monday, he hoped Kurt would show up today. But just like yesterday he didn't.

And this began to slowly creep up on Blaine.

Wednesday went by and so did Thursday; and soon a whole week had passed. And Blaine was now beyond frustrated.

Blaine was freaking out, he had been waiting for Kurt to show up every day, he stayed outside for Kurt to come, but he never did. A whole week went by and Kurt hadn't showed up at school. He was on the verge of have a breakdown and running to Kurt's house if he had to force him to talk to him so he could tell him the truth.

He huffed and left the full school parking lot, tossing the bouquet of roses he was holding for Kurt. When he entered the school he walked straight to his locker ignoring the whispers he could hear in the hallway and behind him from the group of cheerios.

He wasn't paying attention to the gossiping but he sure did when he heard Kurt's name.

"I feel so bad for Finn, you know, I mean poor Kurt… I wonder if he can walk again" one of the red-head said.

"Yeah, he really was an awesome cheerio"

"Yeah, lady Hummel didn't deserve it, after what happened to him I just hope he wakes up"

Blaine's heart stopped when he found out what they were talking about. His heart raced, he walked over to them and asked "w-what did you just say?"

"Uh, didn't you hear, Hummel was in an accident… his car rolled off the road after the truck crashed to the side of his car, they say he might not recover" the talk short-haired, cheerleader told him.

That every moment, Blaine wanted nothing more to kill himself.

Blaine pushed past the cheerios, feeling dizzy, his heart rate picking up as he began running down the hall, pushing people out of his way, he entered the football field, running out to where Finn was standing, and he grabbed him from the back and shoved him.

"What the hell dude?" Finn yelled, stumbling back.

"Where is Kurt?" Blaine yelled.

"What are you-?"

"What happened to Kurt?! Tell me it's not true!" Blaine asked him, more liked trying to convince himself rather then asking.

Puck tried to intervene "dude, calm down"

"Shut the fuck up Puckerman! Speak Hudson! Now!" Blaine yelled, grabbing a hold on Finn's jersey, ignoring the major height difference.

Finn huffed and pushed Blaine away as he said "you really want to know? Fine! No thanks to you my little brother is in the fucking hospital! That's what happened! Because of you and your dick attitude he is in a fucking coma!"

Blaine breath caught in his throat as tears began to fill his eyes "y-you're lying"

"Why the hell would I lie? I'm not you okay! I don't lie to people; you put my little brother in the hospital! If it weren't for you, he'd be awake!"

Blaine didn't listen to Finn any further, all he knew was that the next thing he knew he had tears spilling over his cheeks, his fists clenching shut, his world tumbling down.

"Blaine? What are you doing here?"

"I-I need to see, Kurt"

"Blaine, I… I'm not sure-"

"Please, let me see him Sir, p-please! I can't- I need to know, I need to see him, please don't stop me" Blaine begged, not caring about the tears streaming down his face.

"Okay…"

Blaine stepped aside from Burt and didn't acknowledge his presence anymore, because he was now standing across from the love of his life. His heart shattered into million pieces, as he took hesitant steps towards Kurt, he let out a gasp, a hand covering his mouth, when he finally got to look at Kurt, he had a large stitch across his forehead, his nose was badly bruised, his lip cut and a huge bandage on the side of his cheek that had a slight blood stain, a neck brace was intact and his leg plastered, he was lying mobile; his beautiful angel was lying in the hospital bed, bruised, broken… all because of him.

He was in a coma because of him, his angel, the love of his life; and it was all his fault, Blaine reached out to touch Kurt's skin and as soon as his fingertips touched Kurt's bandaged arm, he pulled It away, letting out a choked sob, not noticing the tears he was holding back.

And all of a sudden everything came crashing down Blaine dropped down on the floor and cried "I'm so sorry, Kurt! Oh my god, this can't be happening! This c-can't be real!"

"Blaine-" Burt tried to calm him but Blaine didn't listen

He covered his face in his hands and cried "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please wake up! Please! Y-you can't leave me! You can't go now! Please wake up, Kurt! I need you! I'm so sorry!" Blaine continued sobbing into his hands, feeling himself unable to breathe as he began choking on his own tears, shaking his head violently as his hands began tugging at his hair, remembering the day Kurt left. Remembering Kurt's words that his angel said to him.

Kurt hated him.

And the last thing Kurt did was fight with Blaine, he didn't even get to tell Kurt he loves him.

Burt had rushed to Blaine's side, not knowing what to do he knelt and gently pried his hands away from his hair.

"Blaine, buddy, breathe okay!" Burt said, holding Blaine's shoulders

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel! I'm so sorry! It's my entire fault, I should be in his place! I s-should be dead! And the last thing that happened to Kurt was our fight. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve anything! He doesn't even believe me that I love him so much! I love him! I need him! I c-can't lose him! H-he can't, he needs to know…"

Burt nodded and said soothingly, rubbing a hand over Blaine's back "okay, buddy deep breaths, okay, I know Kurt, he might have said he hates you but trust me if he didn't love you he wouldn't have, he probably can't even admit to himself he hates you, trust me on this kid, my son does love you"

"b-but I hurt him, I'm the reason why he is here" Blaine choked on his own tears.

"look, crying over it won't make it better, okay, I don't know what happened between you two in Paris, and frankly after all those pictures I don't want to know, but you can't just sit here and take the blame okay, you got to man up, not for yourself, not for me, but for Kurt. If you really do love him then be there for him"

Blaine blinked and wiped his tears looking up at Kurt as he said "I don't think he knows I'm here, even if he does I bet he hates me"

Burt sighed and said "he doesn't okay, he loves you; I know my son. Just… don't break his heart again, kid"

"I n-need him so much" Blaine told him, his eyes fixed on Kurt's face, his beautiful face, now covered in cuts and bruises.

"I know" Burt whispered.

The next day and all the days after that, Blaine had not left Kurt's bed side; the only time he did was for school. Keeping in mind if Kurt was awake he wouldn't want Blaine to skip school. But every day he used to come with a fresh bundle of flowers, and soon Kurt's hospital room was full of all his favorite flowers, and balloons, Blaine would sit beside Kurt, for countless numbers of hours, ignoring the noises around him as he blankly stared at Kurt's face, and the only sound he focused on was the sound of Kurt's heart beat beeping on the screen.

He would place his head on the bed, his cheek touching Kurt's hand, hoping that by chance Kurt would just wake up, touch his cheek affectionately; wipe the tears that left his eyes as he told Kurt about his day.

Blaine had started working harder, putting more time in his homework, he would come over to Kurt's room and say hi to the Hudson-Hummel's before sitting down and telling Kurt things, asking Kurt to wake up, telling him about his work, about how much he misses him.

Blaine had reached his breaking point 3 weeks after Kurt was still in a coma, it was the fourth week. And Blaine had rushed to the hospital, taking his usual place besides his sleeping angel as he said

"hey, baby, you guess what? I got my results today, and they are all straight A's! Can you believe it, you were right, you believed in me, y-you knew I c-could do it… I did it for you Kurt, I got all those A's for you" Kurt remained still in his coma state, still unconscious, Blaine swallowed hard, tears forming in his eyes and he continued

"I-I hope, you are proud of me, Kurt, I want you to be… proud of me; please… please wake up Kurt…" and then Blaine broke down, just like every other week, he would cry until he fell asleep in his chair with his face touching Kurt's hand , until Carole would send him home for rest, where he would go and sit in his bed, crying. He wasn't proud of it, even though he was trying to be better for Kurt.

It really wasn't working, he had started sneaking in alcohol, finishing half a bottle as he cried.

He placed his head on Kurt's cast of his leg and just stared at Kurt's face as he sang, his fingers tracing the patterns of Kurt's open palm.

Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you, no sir, not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care, I got ways
No one's gonna hurt you,
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!

Standing up from where he was sitting he ran his fingers along Kurt's jaw, giving him a watery smile, as a tear left his eye. Kurt was still beautiful and even in his sleep, he managed to take his breath away; placing his forehead against Kurt's he continued singing softly.

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,
But in time...
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to,
I would never hide a thing from you,
Like some...
No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare
Others can desert you,
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time...

he placed a kiss on Kurt's forehead and whispered

Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around...

Blinking away the tears he rested his forehead on Kurt's bed, his hand touching Kurt's cold one as he said "I'm sorry" he said apologizing for the pain he put Kurt through, for everything he's ever done to anyone in life, for drinking again... and for slowly ruining his life, because he knew uptill now Kurt was his only hope of making him happy.

A/N: not a lot written, but it's because of my final house project.

NEXT CHP PREVIEW:

"Blaine, honey, what is this?"

"i-it's nothing, Carole…"

"it sure doesn't seem like nothing, how long have you been doing this?"

"Carole-"

"is it because of Kurt? Honey, come on, you need to get those bandaged"

"no! I'm fine! Just go away, I don't need anyone's help"

"Doctor, please tell us when Kurt will wake up?"

"Im sorry Mr. Hummel, we're trying our best"

"Well try harder! Do your fucking job!"

"Mr. Anderson, we're trying as hard as we can-"

"Don't bull shit with me, you piece of shit! You are supposed to help him!"

"Mr. Anderson calm do-" and then out of nowhere Blaine didn't realize when his fist came impact with the Doctor's face.

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