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Chapter 25:
Kurt called Blaine later that night to give him a rundown of what had happened since they'd left Ohio.
New Directions had arrived in New York around six, and after dinner, Mr. Schuester had them set to work on possible numbers for the competition. According to the counter-tenor, they'd narrowed it down to five possible songs. Rachel had once again suggested Run Joey Run, but had been voted down, Sam thought Sing would get them to place, and Finn wanted to do an Adele song.
Their teacher had shot them all down, and Kurt had no idea what they were doing anymore.
Blaine thought that was a little weird, considering that the competition was the following night, but he shrugged it off, and wished Kurt luck before telling him good night and hanging up.
He reached behind him and turned out the lamp behind him before pocketing his phone.
"Blaine?" he looked up to see his mother entering the living room.
"Yeah?" he said.
"How 'bout you sleep in your room tonight?" she said.
Blaine smiled. He'd been sleeping downstairs ever since he'd gotten home from the hospital.
Sleeping in his room sounded awesome.
"How am I supposed to get up there in a wheel chair?" he questioned.
"Your dad can carry you up." the response was immediate.
Mmm. Suddenly Blaine was fine right where he was.
"Nah, I'm good here." he pulled the afgan up to cover his chest.
"No arguments." said Isabel. "Nick?"
Blaine groaned.
"I'm coming, Is!" he heard his father yell, and then there he was. "Alright, Blaine. You ready?"
His son frowned.
"I'm fine on the couch, Dad -" but then Nick had lifted him, being careful of the cast on his son's broken leg, and was carrying him up the steps.
Blaine let out a sigh of relief once they'd reached his room. He'd missed it.
Nick laid him on the bed and touched his arm briefly before leaving the room. Blaine snuggled (awkwardly) into the familiar comforter and sheets, relishing the comfortable feeling.
He was definitely not going to miss sleeping on the couch.
"Good night, sweetheart," Isabel told him, kissing his cheek. "He's trying."
"Yup, I noticed." he responded. "Night, Mom. Love you."
"Love you too."
She turned off the light and left.
He didn't check his phone. It would just make him miss Kurt even more than he already did.
Mia was back around noon the next day. This time, both Isabel and Nick were present in the kitchen with Blaine.
"How're you doing today, Blaine?" asked Mia.
He shrugged, shifting uncomfortably in the wheel chair.
"Okay...my boyfriend left for New York yesterday." he said. "His glee club is competing at Nationals tonight."
Mia smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was wearing a black blouse and gray slacks, completed by a pair of navy flats.
"You miss him?"
Blaine fought to keep from snapping at her. It was a rhetorical question - of course he missed Kurt - somehow he thought he'd be less nervous if his boyfriend were here with him.
"Yes. A lot." he answered, hiding his annoyance as best he could.
Mia extracted a tape recorder from her violet colored bag. Blaine stared at it with curiosity.
"It's gonna help me keep track of what you say easier than me scribbling down notes every five seconds." she explained, catching his expression.
"Oh."
He felt tense all of a sudden. What if he had another flashback about that? He felt sick already.
And he wanted Kurt. He wanted Kurt to be there next to him.
Badly.
"I'm sorry I pushed you on that dance you went to during your freshman year," she said gently, understanding why he suddenly looked so scared. "You don't have to -"
Blaine shook his head violently.
No. He had to...he didn't want to talk about it, but he knew he had to.
"I - I'm okay. I'll talk about it." he whispered.
Mia hit the record button, and Blaine inhaled.
When Blaine woke later, he was in a hospital bed. His ribs ached and his head felt like it was spinning.
"Nick? Nick he's awake!"
He recognized the voice immediately - his mother.
"Blaine?" he blinked rapidly as his father's face entered his line of vision.
"Mark." he croaked. "M-Mom, where's Mark? Is he okay?"
Nick and Isabel exchanged a look.
"No." Blaine whispered. "Please...tell me they didn't -"
"Calm down honey," Isabel was stroking his hair, the gesture comforting. "He's - He's not dead."
Blaine started to cry. Isabel looked over at her husband.
"Nick, could you go get the doctor?" she asked.
He nodded and vanished from the room.
"Mom," Blaine struggled to sit up, but his mother stopped him. "What's wrong - where's Mark?"
Isabel carefully sat down on the mattress.
"He's in a coma." she said softly.
"Blaine, breathe, alright?" Isabel rubbed his back gently, "You did great. It's okay." she pressed a kiss to his temple. "It's okay."
How in the world had he made it through that?
"Do you need anything else?" Nick asked Mia.
The attorney shook her head.
"No," she said as she stowed the tape recorder back in her bag. "I'll call if I need to. I've got another stop to make after this...at the Karofsky residence."
Blaine's head shot right up at hearing the name, hot fury roiling through his stomach.
"Why him?" he asked, not caring if his tone was rude or not.
"Blaine -" started Isabel.
He ignored her, his eyes locked on Mia.
"Why do you need him?" he spit out. "You said my testimony would be enough."
"Blaine, be quiet." ordered Nick.
But he was literally shaking now - everything Kurt had told him - the kiss, the locker shoves, the slushie facials - he couldn't stand it.
How the hell was that idiot supposed to help put Azimio away?
He didn't care what Kurt said - he wasn't sure that he would ever forgive the guy for what he'd done.
Nick shifted his weight awkwardly.
"I'll walk you out," he told Mia, and the two disappeared.
Blaine groaned quietly and looked at his mother.
"Mom, where's my phone?" he asked.
To: Kurt
meeting with the attorney was better than Wednesday.
He had to wait around fifteen minutes before Kurt texted him back.
From: Kurt
I'm glad. :) Talk later with full details?
Blaine smiled. Somehow talking sounded a lot better than texting. He leaned back against his pillows and turned on his TV, hoping it would distract him.
To: Kurt
Of course. Good luck tonight. :)
From: Kurt
Thanks. :)
But he didn't call later. Blaine fell asleep waiting. When he woke up on Sunday, Kurt hadn't even texted him back.
That was weird.
He spent most of Sunday reading. There wasn't much he could do outside of the house, considering his condition (Nick had mentioned that he had an appointment to check on his wrist in a week and a half).
His phone vibrated around three.
"Hello?" he said.
Blaine?
Blaine smiled and sat a little straighter.
"Hi Kurt! I was worried - you didn't call last night."
I'm sorry...I wasn't really in the mood. Kurt's voice sounded flat, defeated.
Blaine didn't like it.
"How did Nationals go?" he asked cautiously, lightly fingering the pages of the book he'd put aside.
We lost. said Kurt glumly. Mr. Schuester thought we should do another eighties medley. It...It wasn't fun.
"It wasn't anything by Journey, was it?" Blaine knew that the previous year that his boyfriend's Glee club had done a medley of Journey songs at Regionals...and that they had lost.
Nope. I'll tell you more tomorrow when Finn and I come over...I'm sorry, I'm just not in the mood.
"It's okay," Blaine wished he and Kurt were together at the moment. "Where are you? Your flight -"
- Leaves in an hour. I'll see you tomorrow after school.
"Great, I'll be sure to tell Jeff to let you two into the dorms...just remember to pick up Visitor badges."
Yeah, I know. Kurt sounded irritated now, and Blaine felt guilty. I've got to go, Blaine. Bye.
The line went dead before Blaine could even respond.
The Warbler was at a loss for words - Kurt had wanted to go to New York. He knew that Blaine planned on coming with him when they attended college there. He hadn't expected the diva to be so short with him on the phone. Sure the loss at Nationals was disappointing, but...the way Kurt had talked to him...it just wasn't him.
Something was really wrong, and that worried Blaine.
He sighed, figuring he'd get full details tomorrow when Kurt visited with Finn.
Yeah, I know - another cliffhanger...but hey, we're getting closer to the trial and stuff. Yay!
Hope y'all liked it, and remember - please no flames.