I'm not happy with this one, it doesn't flow right, but I'm always tough on myself so I'm hoping it's okay. I should give a warning that this one contains surgery and not exactly violence but a distressing situation.

There had been a lot of fussing around earlier that day. Carol had set up the I.V. in the room and they'd done a lot of 'making Blaine comfortable' which meant fussing about little things like moving furnishings half an inch to make more room by his bed. Making sure there was a jug of water and some snacks, checking his cloths and deciding which ones would be comfortable enough to change him into when he woke up as the yellow jeans were splashed with blood.

Then unfortunately Carol's attention turned to Kurt. And he was grateful, really he was but he was just too tired and worried to be fussed over. He let Carol place a plate of food in front of him and check his bruises even though the doctor already had. He saw Finn briefly, he looked at him told him he was really sorry for what had happened and then he went to school. Kurt knew he needed time in situations like this to get his head around what was happening. Then he let himself be pushed into his bedroom. And the moment he heard Carol's footsteps moving away he got up from his bed with a groan because really he was far more tired than he let himself believe. Then he crossed the hallway quietly and pushed open the door to Blaine's room.

He smiled at his boyfriend sleeping soundly. All traces of pain and unease had gone from his face now though he was still terribly pale. His feet moved with out any instruction from his mind and when he reached Blaine so did his hands dancing across Blaine's cheek, a little clammy still but not as bad as the night before. He was sleeping soundly and Kurt turned around to grab his desk chair but jumped when he saw his Dad sat there staring at him.

"No." His Dad said.

"But.."

"Not looking like that."

Kurt looked down at himself. He was still wearing the clothes from the night before. He was usually fastidious with his clothes but he hadn't even noticed the fact that their was a big area of dried blood on his shirt from where he caught and held Blaine close to him in the alley the night before. Kurt shivered.

"Go shower and change."

Kurt nodded.

"Then can I sit up with him?"

"Well, I need to sleep. So we'll take it turns. How does that sound?"

Kurt nodded quickly.

"Go shower."

The hot water pouring over him felt so good. Even though he was determined to get to Blaine he let himself have a moment to relax and let tears fall down his face. It had been one of the worst nights of his life. he tried to convince himself that Blaine was alright but he didn't look alright, he didn't sound alright so Kurt was not going to relax until he had Blaine sat up and talking to him normally.

When he got out the shower he pulled out some yoga pants and a plain vest. He just wanted to be comfortable. He went back into Blaine's room and had to shake his Dad awake.

"Hey, go rest. It's not good for your heart."

He nodded without comment and got up.

"Carol is picking up some groceries, pain killers and vitamin drinks for Blaine. She'll be in afterwards and she'll expect you to go to bed and to sleep."

"I want to be with him."

"You know what Blaine would say in this situation?"

"I know." Kurt sighed.

He dragged the chair over to Blaine's bed and then arranging the cushions carefully he pulled his legs up. He would be able to sleep if he needed too but Blaine would know he was there when he woke up and that was the most important thing.

But he didn't sleep because as he sat down Blaine's eyelids flickered as if he knew he was there. Kurt watched breathlessly and then Blaine's eyes opened.

Kurt jumped up and poured out some water. Blaine gave a little nod and Kurt slipped his hand under his shoulder and raised him carefully so he could lift the glass to his lips.

"Thank you." Blaine croaked when he'd finished.

"No problem." Kurt sat on the bed and stroked his hand through Blaine's hair again. He could never keep away from it. "How are you doing honey?"
He asked softly.

Blaine shook his head slightly.

"I don't know." His voice held a little fear as he said it.

"How's the pain?"

"It's." Blaine looked distant and bit his lip slightly. "It's there."

"I'm sorry honey." Kurt said.

"Not your fault."

"If I'd.." He stopped when he felt Blaine clench his hand.

"Not your fault."

Kurt nodded. he could tell that even the short conversation had tired Blaine out. He bent down and kissed him just above one of his bushy eyebrows.

"Sleep sweetie. I'm here. We'll talk when you wake up."

Blaine gave a sleepy little nod and closed his eyes again.

"I love you." Kurt whispered. The words still new. Then he settled himself back down in his seat and closed his eyes his mind slightly more at rest than it had been.

When Kurt next opened his eyes he had to blink a couple of times when he saw figure at the end of the bed. He sat up trying to stretch the chinks out of his back. Sleeping in the chair was a bad idea but how else would he get to sleep in the same room as Blaine. He was too nervous of causing him pain in some way to sleep next to him.

"Hey." Kurt said gently so as not to wake Blaine.

"Hi." Finn said back.

"Did I really sleep through to the afternoon?"

"No. I came back at lunchtime, It's about one."

Kurt took a deep breath. It was about ten when he'd gone to sleep. He'd never expected to sleep that long.

"He doesn't look okay. Mum say's he's going to be okay."

"He's not okay at the moment but everybody keeps saying he will be." Kurt explained.

"Kurt I'm sorry. This really suck. This really really sucks. I mean. He's a friend, I.. I don't know what to do but I'm really sorry that he's hurt. I really like him, I'm used to him being here and I really like that he's good for you."

"He likes you too Finn."

Finn nodded slowly.

"Can I do anything?" He asked looking lost.

"Yeah." Kurt said standing up. He went and placed his hand on Blaine's forehead, he seemed close to normal temperature. He bent down and listened to his steady breathing and felt his pulse, slow, he'd mention that to Carol and the doctor when she arrived.

"You can stay here whilst I go grab something to eat." Kurt said.

Finn immediately looked a little scared.

"Just call me if he wakes up." Kurt said. "I trust you it'll be fine."

Kurt went down to the kitchen giving Carol a little smile as he walked through the door. She walked over and hugged him timidly.

"I got you paracetamol for your bruises."

"Thanks."

"I've got Blaine the vitamin drinks he needs and I'm making some broth with lots of iron in it but I don't think it'll be ready till dinner. We should keep him warm."

"Yeah."

"And next time he wakes up we've got to get him to the bathroom."

Kurt nodded, why hadn't he though of that.

"Go sit down, I've got some T.V. diners I'll bring you one out."

"I've got to get back to Blaine. I left him with Finn."

"They'll be fine. You need to sit down and do something to distract yourself for a little while. Put the T.V. on. Finn will be fine sat with Blaine. He knows to call if he wakes."

Kurt was too tired and hungry to complain about the levels of salt and fat in ready prepared meals so he just went into the front room and collapsed on the sofa. Ten minutes later and a little ways into a rerun of friends Carol brought out his lunch and with a little smile he found himself sat in front of the t.v. with a tray on his lap for the first time in several years.

Blaine pulled a face as he sipped at the vitamin drink.

"It'll help." Kurt assured him. "It'll give you more energy and as you didn't eat much of the chicken and creamed spinach." But he knew Blaine had got tired sitting up and eating and sipping the high calorie vitamin drink through a straw was easier for him. Carol had helped him to the bathroom and then he and Blaine had sat up for ten minutes just holding hands stroking their fingers over each others. There was no need to speak, they were both tired they were both grateful for each others presence. Then Carole had brought up some food and Kurt had helped Blaine to sit up trying not to notice the way he turned pale and winced. Then he watched nervously as Blaine didn't eat.

"Hows the pain?" Kurt asked gently.

"I'm kind of used to it. Could use some distraction."

"What would you like to do?"

"I've been working on a song. I just, I'd like it if you would write a little with me."

"Are you sure you're up to it?"

"I've been sleeping all day, and I think I'll sleep again before the doctor comes but I'd like to try and stay awake for a while."

"Okay. I've never tried song writing before."

"You'll be brilliant." Blaine said with a weak smile.

"Where's your journal?"

"In the top draw."

Kurt pulled open the draw, he ignored the few items there. Well he tried to ignore the items, lubricant, had he been trying to... ignoring that, was that the menu from where they had dinner that time they went to see Les Mis? Oh, his boyfriend was so cute. Okay, a picture of the credit rating score guy, he could see that as just another shared interest. He grabbed he journal and shut the draw before he could 'notice' anything else. Blaine took the journal from him and Kurt briefly saw pages full of cramped writing till Blaine found the page he wanted and opened it. Kurt looked around a picked up a pen from Blaine's bed side table and passed it to him.

"It's just a few lines of lyrics at the moment but I want to write a song that's about love over coming homophobia. I know, I know it's a little political."

"No, I think you should write whatever is on your mind." I mean if you don't say these thing's who will?"

"Somebody who people will actually listen too."

"One day." Kurt said with a little smile. "Now, sing to me."

"No matter if the sun don't shine
Or if the skies are blue
No matter what the end is
My life began with you."

Blaine sung his voice false and rasping as if he couldn't get enough breath.

"I can't deny what I believe.
I can't be what I'm not."

"Then I don't know what to put. Something about love obviously." Blaine said with a little smile.

"I know this love's forever
That's all that matters now
No matter what."

Kurt sung the words just coming to him. It was shocking really, he had never considered himself creative with words.

"Is that any good?" Kurt asked feeling awkward.

"It's perfect." Blaine said with a little smile.

Kurt thought that listening to hid boyfriend singing songs he'd written for him was the most romantic thing ever. But sat here now sharing their lyrics, putting into song what they felt for each other and mixing their voices together was even more romantic. But Kurt could see the dark circles around Blaine's eyes getting darker with every moment. Kurt waited till Blaine had finished sketching out some musical notes gently humming a tune then he gently pried the pen from Blaine's hand. Blaine rolled his eyes but laid back down on the pillows.

"Doctor Sandra should be coming in three hours, so..."

"I'll rest."

"Yeah." Kurt got up and went to check the I.V. drip, Carol had shown him how to make sure it was flowing right earlier that morning. He could tell Blaine was uncomfortable but he was going to look after him.

"Can I check your bandages."

Blaine gave out a long breath and not meeting Kurt's eyes he pushed the cover down.

Kurt looked at the bandage, he was glad to see there was only a thin line of blood along where the stitches must be. The rest was crisp and white Kurt tried to push aside the feeling of sickness he had from remembering the night looked up at Blaine with some weariness. He was too calm, he was holding something back. Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed he glanced at Blaine as he pulled the covers back up.

"Blaine..." He started not quite knowing how to voice his fears. There was just something wrong, after everything that had happened to them less than twenty four hours ago. "Last night was really scary."

Kurt felt the warmth (though not as warm as usual) of Blaine's hand over his.

"Kurt, I would never, never let anything happen to you."

"It's not that Blaine. You.. weren't you scared? I mean, aren't you angry, some guy stabbed you. Just because of who we are, just because we love each other." Kurt found his voice growing louder as he spoke, he was angry, really angry he could feel his hands clenching in the sheets.

Blaine was staring down at the sheets.

"Kurt, I'm tired."

"I'm being serious Blaine. Why aren't you angry about this?"

"Kurt I can't even think about this right now. I am angry but I'm just relieved that you weren't hurt and that I woke up back here in my own bed knowing that I'm safe. Kurt, please, we'll talk later. I want to sleep. "

Kurt nodded. He bent down and kissed Blaine's forehead.

"Okay." As he went and sat back in the chair Blaine turned away and closed his eyes.

Kurt waited nervously outside as Sandra checked Blaine over. As she came out Kurt practically jumped on her.

"How is he?"

"He needs a lot of rest. I gave him another shot of morphine so he should sleep now but I want to talk to you about something."

"Okay." Kurt said. "Am I doing something wrong? Is this about Blaine ignoring his pain?"

"I think he's only keeping it from you because he doesn't want you to be worried. And that's what I wanted to talk to you about, I know this is a very stressful situation but for now you should just let him relax and handle things however he wants to."

"Did he say something to you?"

"He mentioned that he was worried that you weren't getting enough rest because you watching over him all the time. And he knows you were stressed and scared and he wants you to relax. Now, he's my patient and you are worrying him and I know you don't mean to and you think you're looking after him but can I get you to sleep in your own bed tonight."

Kurt looked down.

"I was so worried I was going to loose him." Kurt said. "But I guess if he needs me to rest then I'll rest."

She nodded. "It's about doing what he needs even if it's really not what he wants."

"Okay." Kurt said. "Thank you. Can I go.."

"Give him a big hug." She said with a smile.

"I will."

Kurt rushed through the door and gave a smile when he saw Blaine lying flat on the bed eyes already closed. He smiled and went over, he was going to bend down and kissed him on the forehead but then realized though Blaine was injured and he wanted to take care of him but he was his boyfriend. So instead he bent carefully and kissed his lips, they were very dry but Kurt could feel them quirk into a smile under his lips.

"Hey." Kurt whispered barely moving an inch away from Blaine.

"Hey." Blaine said back with a bit of a sigh and opened his eyes.

"Has that medication kicked in yet?"

"No, I don't think I'll be going anywhere for the next few minutes."

"Can you please stop pretending that you're in pain and I'll stop mothering you. Deal?"

Blaine let out a bit of a sigh.

"It feels like there's a big hole in my side, every time I move I can't catch breath and it doesn't go away even for a second, not even on the morphine it just makes everything more fuzzy and less focused."

Kurt nodded. He hated thinking that Blaine was in pain but he was glad that he wasn't pretending anymore. He put his feet up on the bed and laid down facing Blaine, one hand under his cheek one gently on Blaine's chest feeling the smooth skin against his palm.

"How about we just chill out together. I'll grab my laptop and we'll put a movie on."

"In about twenty minutes I won't be able to keep up a conversation. I hope."
"That's okay, I don't need conversation and I don't care if you fall asleep but I'd like to be here with you for a little while. I mean, I'm so tired that I won't be able to sit up with you tonight."

"You're going to sleep in your bed?"

"Yes. Is that alright?"

"Yes, I mean." Blaine reached up to put his hand on top of Kurt's and this time he didn't try to hide the wince. " You really need to rest. I'll be okay."
Kurt lifted his hand and kissed the back of it and then got up.

"I'll go get a film."

Kurt went into his own room and grabbed his laptop and a light comedy film and carried them back to Blaine's room where he set it up on top of the chest of draws. As the titles started to roll he laid back on the bed. Blaine instantly leaned his head into Kurt's shoulder. To Kurt it felt as if he was exactly were he was supposed to be. They watched the movie in silence together until Kurt heard a light grunting snore roaring from Blaine's chest. He was far from perfect but he loved him. He carefully moved off the bed and turned off the laptop and light. He left the door wide open. They would all be checking on Blaine throughout the night.

He spent the evening sat with his family. They didn't talk about what had happened but as he watched as his eyes started to tear up on his own he found Carol sat next to him with a warm comforting arm around his shoulder.

Kurt woke up and rolled over to check his cell phone for the time. It was still dark so why was he awake? The screen of his phone lit up the moment his fingers touched it He pulled it up before his eyes found the digital clock (03:14) he saw that he had fifteen text messages. Surprised he opened his inbox and scrolled down. He realized the last time he had checked his phone had been before the movie the night before. It seemed so long ago, like the whole wold had changed since then. Maybe just his view of it had shifted slightly. In his inbox were messages from all his glee friends. he scrolled down checking the first line of each. Finn had obviously told them about what had happened as they were all expressing concern, asking how he was, if there was anything that could be done, how Blaine was or whether he wanted any work brought from school. He told himself that he would answer them all in the morning.
He stretched and sighed and flung himself back on the bed. He fidgeted for a long moment then when he knew he couldn't hold back any longer he got up to go check on Blaine.

The door was wide open, left that way so the Carol wouldn't disturb Blaine more then necessary when she went in to check or change the drip. It was so dark that night that all Kurt could see was the vague outline of the bed he walked in on soft feet and bent down to hear Blaine's steady breathing, he reached out and touched his chest lightly, a little hot but nothing that would raise alarm. As he turned to go and sit in the chair that had been moved up against the back wall so Carol could move around the bed he had to cover his mouth with his hands to hold back a startled shout. The figure in the chair had not made any sound or movement as he had come into the room. For a few terrifying seconds he didn't recognize the giant shape then realization slowly sunk in but he was still confused. He took a couple more steps forwards so he could make out the features and the open eyes and be heard as he whispered.

"Finn."

"Hey." Finn's voice sounded too loud in the darkness.

"Shusshhh."

"What, you spoke to me."

"What are you doing here?"

"I was just.. I was.." His embarrassment was clear in his voice. Kurt found himself smirking at his lug of an older brother.

"You know I should be angry finding another guy in my boyfriends bedroom in the middle of the night."

"Hey, you know it's not like that.. he's not even conscious."

"So, what are you doing here?"

"I'm just ... watching.. I didn't want him to like have a seizure in the middle of the night or something."

"I doubt he's going to have a seizure Finn."

"Well, I don't know. But I don't want him to get ill whilst everybody is sleeping. He's family sort of, I mean I know he's a strange member of the family but with your Dad and my Mum we are a strange family and he's part of it now. It's like I've got two little brothers now. And he's really little."

"I'm older than you Finn. And Blaine is only a few months younger than you. But I appreciate the sentiment."

"And when you illegally adopt Asian babies I'm going to be twice the uncle because you're both my brothers."

"That's sweet, if a little weird and.. very very wrong."

"Why are you up anyway?"

"I don't know, just couldn't sleep. Worried about him I guess. Are you going to school in the morning?"

"Yeah, you?"

"I don't think I could handle it. I'd just be constantly on the phone checking up on him. Dad understands, my grades are good. I'll catch up. You though, go sleep, he doesn't want people sitting up with him all night. I'll keep checking on him."

"You sure it'll be okay."

"I'm sure, it's Blaine remember. He's handled a lot."

"Yeah. Okay." Finn got up. "See you in the morning Kurt."

"Goodnight Finn."

As Finn left Kurt settled himself into the vacated chair. He didn't want people sat up with him all night but half an hour would be okay, and it'd put Kurt's mind at ease.

Kurt was rushing down another pancake when the doorbell rang. He'd eaten almost as much Finn, trauma made you hungry.

"Kurt!" His dad shouted.

Kurt quickly swallowed his mouthful and rushed to the open door. Tina was stood outside.

"Tina. What a pleasant surprise. Aren't you meant to be on the way to school?"

"I got up early so that I could come and drop this off." She handed over two big gift bags, one polka dots one stripes. "It's for Blaine. Everybody put something in, well everybody from Glee club. Books we thought he might like, there's a batch of cupcakes from Quinn, movies from Artie, Puck put in some beer but I doubt he'll want that at the moment, I made a mixed c.d, just lots of stuff to let him know that we're thinking of him."

Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears.

"Oh Tina that's so sweet. Thank everybody, he's going to be so happy to know that you thought of him."

"How are you doing?" Tina asked as if nervous of the answer. Kurt found himself lying immediately.

"I'm alright, they didn't hurt me. Just Blaine." He wouldn't tell he he was angry or that he'd woken up that morning crying because he'd remembered Blaine turning to him in the alley his hands moving to reveal the bloody hole in his side.

"Well that's good. Are you going to be back at school next week?"

"I hope so." Kurt said. "If Blaine's alright."

"Yeah." Tina said. "Take care Kurt."

"Thanks again Tina."

"I'd better go otherwise I'd be late."

"Yeah, Finn's about to leave he's just trying to break the world pancake eating record."

"Make sure you get photographic evidence."

Kurt gave a little laugh. "Alright see you later Tina."

She waved as she walked away.

"Oh! Kurt, the striped bag ins mostly food so might want to put it in the fridge. Rachel will go nuts if her chicken noodle soup goes bad."

"Okay." Kurt took the bags carefully to the kitchen. The soup was on top and he put it in the fridge along with a bag of grapes and a very expensive looking box of chocolates from Sugar. He put the remaining cupcakes from Quinn and box of specialty teas from Mrs Pillsbury on the counter top just as the doorbell rang again.

"I'll get it." Kurt rang and opened the door this time it was Doctor Sandra.

"Hows our patient?"

"Good last time I checked though Carol told me he was up twice in the night and had trouble getting back to sleep because of the pain."

"I'll bring some sleeping tablets tonight. I've brought some pain killers that he can take between the morphine shots."

"Is he going to have one this morning?"

"I'll ask him but I'm pretty sure he'll still need them. How was he yesterday during the day?"

"He seemed alright, sleeping mostly."

"That's the best thing for him right now." She said as she started up the stairs. "Well are you going to help or not?"

Kurt nodded and followed her up the stairs. He hadn't expected her to ask him to go with her but if he could help Blaine then he would.

He followed her up and stopped in the doorway watching as she opened her suitcase and gently put her hand on Blaine's shoulder waking him.

"Morning Blaine. How are you doing today?"

"It hurts." There was something raw in Blaine's voice that felt like a dagger to Kurt's chest.

"Okay. I'm going to check the wound."

As she pulled down the sheets and unwrapped the bandages Kurt could see something harden in her face. He took a step forwards to see what was wrong.

"Kurt, can you fetch me some hot soapy water."

Kurt nodded, when he returned he could see the Doctor listening to Blaine's heartbeat."

Kurt stepped into Blaine's sight line with a smile.

"Morning Honey."

"Morning." Blaine said with a weak smile. He somehow looked worse than the previous day, the circles were darker and his hair was damp with sweat.

As Sandra took the wet flannel Kurt looked down and saw the angry jagged red line with it's thick black lines holding it together, it looked swollen and puffed out. There was something wrong. Kurt's attention snapped back to Blaine as he gasped and squeezed his eyes close.

"It's okay." He said pushing Blaine's hair out of his eyes. "It's got to be kept clean."

There was silence in the room as the Doctor cleaned the wound and Kurt helped her dress it again.

"Okay, Blaine I'm going to give you some anti-biotics. You're temperature is a bit high but that's nothing I didn't expect. Do you have any questions for me?"

"No." Blaine said shaking his head.

The doctor gave him a shot then packed up her bag.

"I'll show you out." Kurt said. He was silent as they walked down the stairs but as he got to the bottom he turned to her.

"There's something wrong with him isn't there?"

"I don't like the look of the wound. It didn't look clean. But the anti-biotics should help. Keep a close eye on him today, do whatever you can to keep his temperature down and his energy up."

Kurt wanted to ask more but he didn't know what to ask, he was just looking for reassurance. So instead he thanked her and went to the kitchen to make Blaine a breakfast.

Blaine had taken a long time to come to after the morning mixture of medications. When he had Kurt had brought him up the gifts and food his friends had given to him. He had got emotional looking over the thoughtful gifts.

"I just can't believe they did this for me."

"Of course they did, they're your friends they're worried about you and they want you to know that."

Blaine looked away to hide the tears in his eyes.

"Can you text them for me and thank them?"

"You can tell them yourself. The moment that you feel up to visitors they're going to be here."

Blaine kept his eyes firmly pointed away from Kurt as he asked for some of the pain killers Sandra had left for him.

Kurt had fetched it for him and they had sat together sharing the soup and fruit and cupcakes. Blaine seemed to have got his appetite back. Then Kurt had brought his laptop back in for them to finish watching the movie they'd started the previous night.

Kurt woke up to see his boyfriends adorable curls on the pillow next to him. He sighed, he wished he could be curled around him feeling that warmth that emanated from him but he was almost scared to touch him in case he did more damage. He stretched and looked at the clock wondering how long he'd been asleep but he couldn't even remember which part of the movie he'd closed his eyes in. It was almost five and they'd put the movie on around two.

Kurt sat up careful not to wake Blaine. He looked up at the drip and saw that it would need changing within the next hour. He then looked down at Blaine with a fond smiled dropped from his face within moments. There was something wrong. He was drenched in sweat and his breathing didn't sound right and their was something uneasy about his face. Kurt immediately pulled the covers off and put his hand to Blaine's cheek.

"Blaine, Blaine wake up."

Blaine's eyelids flickered and he gave a little groan.

"Come on Blaine, wake up."

Blaine shifted slightly but didn't wake up. Kurt felt fear wash over him like a bucket of icy water.

"CAROL!"

He heard footsteps running up the stairs moments late Carol and his Dad were in the room. The redness in his Dad's cheeks gave an extra fear to Kurt, his Dad shouldn't be dealing with this stress he was still recovering himself.

"He won't wake and he's really hot."

He moved out of the way as Carol walked over to him and put her hand on his forehead.

"He's way too hot."

"Doctor Sandra said that the wound wasn't clean, she gave him anti-biotics."

Kurt noticed Carols eyes go down to the bandage and for the first time he noticed the damp yellow line where the stitched would be. Somewhere in his brain it registered that the wound must be weeping.#

"I'm phoning Sandra." Burt said. Carol nodded.

"Kurt, can you bring me some iced water and a flannel?"

"Yeah."

Kurt could hear his Dad's worried voice on the phone as he was in the kitchen pouring water over ice cubes. His dad nodded at him as he walked back to Blaine's room.

"She's on her way."

Kurt couldn't answer. He was just too worried to answer. He watched as Carol whipped Blaine down dousing him with icy water from forehead to toes. Blaine was making noises like little gasps and groans. Kurt couldn't take his eyes off his face and finally he saw those honey chocolate eyes open and look around confused. Kurt wondered how much was registering but when he meet his eyes there was definitely recognition.

"Kurt, it hurts."

"I know I'm sorry baby." Kurt said feeling the tears running down his cheeks as he clasped his boyfriends hand the skin almost burning to the touch.

Blaine's back arched and he gave a loud groan followed by panting as he tried to get his breath back. He looked terrified when he looked to Kurt again.

"I want you to read the journal."

"What?"

"Today, read my journal. Please."

Kurt shook his head, he couldn't understand the request. Was he just delirious? He probably was given how feverish he was but the request seemed so desperate.

"Okay, okay I'm here." Kurt turned to see doctor Sandra walking in.

"Oh thank goodness."

Sandra took one look at Blaine.

"Everybody out."

Kurt wanted to argue but his shoulders were clasped by his father and he was led out the doorway. the quiet of their hallway seemed like a complete different world from the panic of Blaine's room but Kurt couldn't stop himself from pacing. What was happening? He was more scared than he had been two nights ago and it was because of that look in Blaine's eyes. Blaine had been to scared and in too much pain to shield Kurt from anything and he always tried to shield Kurt. Why had he told him to read the journal? What was happening in the room? It must be bad if Sandra had told them all to leave. His worried pacing was stopped by a sudden scream, he turned to look at his Dad and saw the older man grit his teeth and take an anxious step towards the door.

"Burt, Carol I need you."

Kurt watched helplessly as his parents flung open the door to Blaine's room and rushed in tow seconds later Carol ran back out.

After a few shocked moments he took a few weak steps forwards to peer at the nightmarish scene going on in the room.

Blaine's back was arched up again as his father tried to hold him down muttering calming words. He saw Sandra pulling a scalpel from her case and Carol pushed past him holding a bottle of amber liquid. It took Kurt a moment to realize it was whiskey. She gently held it to Blaine' mouth and Kurt watched as he took some sips coughing in between.

"Right, hold him down."

Burt complied. The fear on Blaine's face was clear to see but Kurt knew he was trying to keep still and wasn't fighting against his father. He suddenly found his courage and stepped over the threshold.

"Kurt get out." Burt snapped noticing him.

Kurt shook his head and walked up to the bed careful to place himself somewhere he wouldn't get in the way. He noticed Blaine's body go slack when he saw him.
"Hey baby, I know it's scary but you just have to brave for a bit longer okay."

Blaine showed no indication that he'd heard but he grasped Kurt's hand. Way too hard but Kurt barely felt the pain.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked keeping his voice as calm as possible as he watched Sandra rubbing alcohol around Blaine's wound.
"It's an infection. The wound is full of pus we have to reopen it to clean it. I can't get an anesthesiologist in."

Kurt nodded. Blaine was going to have to be cut open again whilst still awake. But he wouldn't be alone. Kurt wouldn't let him be alone.

He looked down at Blaine.

"Just hold my hand tightly. Do you remember what I told you yesterday, the lyrics."

"You love me, for ever." Blaine gasped.

"Yes. I meant it."

"You'll read the journal?" Blaine asked again panic in his eyes.

"I promise."

That's when the screaming started Kurt kept his eyes trained on Blaine's face though to see him in such obvious pain was difficult he thought seeing him being cut open would be more so. He found himself holding him down with his hands holding down his arms as his father held down his shoulders. Kurt gagged as a strong smell hit him, pus and rot and disease.

Blaine's body went slack, his eyes closed and Kurt finally let out the tears he'd been holding out.

"He's past out." He said though it was obvious.

"Go." Burt said. This time Kurt listened Burt just before he left he saw the journal lying on Blaine's bedside table form when they'd been writing in the previous day.

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