(BPOV)
I wanted to run after Kurt the minute he left the living room, but I knew I needed to call Burt or we never would. When Burt answered he sounded extremely happy and relaxed and I hated that I was getting ready to break him out of the little reverie this weekend has given him.
"Hi Blaine. How are you two doing?" Nothing like jumping in the fire Burt, I thought.
"Oh, well, we're doing ok, except for a small problem. It seems that with all of the talking we've done in the last twenty-four hours Kurt managed to lose his voice again." I took a deep breath, waiting for an explosion on the other end of the phone, but instead was met with silence. "Um, Burt. Say something. Please?"
There was a soft chuckle on the other end before Burt started speaking. "Blaine, kiddo, this is going to happen. Until Kurt is at one-hundred percent health there is the possibility of his voice giving out from time to time. Even after everything seems to be going well, there could be days where he can't speak at full capacity. There is no guarantee that he'll ever be over this completely." He took a deep breath, obviously composing his thoughts before he spoke again. "Blaine, fifty, sixty years down the road he may still have days, weeks, or even months of not being able to speak. We don't want to scare him, or you for that matter, but you guys have to realize that this is a life-long condition. Now maybe he'll be lucky and after a few more months of therapy he won't have any more problems, but we'll never know until we keep living, day by day. Now I'm sure Kurt is somewhere in the house, sulking over this little problem. Go take care of him. We'll be home tomorrow night."
I had started to tear up during Burt's little spiel – I thought the doctors were optimistic that Kurt would be fine, and now Burt is telling me he may have months of not speaking? I swallowed, trying to clear my throat before I spoke to Burt, "Ok Sir, thank you for telling me this. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Blaine, call me Burt. Goodbye." He said with a chuckle as the call disconnected.
I slowly made my way up the stairs to Kurt's room, where I saw him curled up on himself in the middle of his bed. He looked so broken, so defeated. "Kurt." I whispered as I pulled him towards me. It was a little awkward, as Kurt's taller than me, but I held on to him anyway, rubbing his back gently, kissing the top of his head, wanting more than anything to soothe away the pain he was feeling. I could only guess as to what was bothering him, but at this point it didn't matter – he needed me to protect him, love him, so that's what I would do.