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Chapter 26: Waking Up

Blaine looked up at Kurt again.

"Kurt! You're here."

"Of course I am. Where else would I be?" he said smiling.

"I don't know. After what happened…."

Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his seat for a second and then he continued,

"Don't worry about that. I have to talk to you about that."

"Okay, go ahead."

"I'm so sorry Blaine. I should've believed you. You were just trying to help Kristy, and I should've trusted you. Please forgive me!"

"Of course I will. I'm so glad this is over," he said

"Me too. So, where does that leave us?"

"How about we start back where we were before all of this? One month ago?"

"I think we can try that."

"Ok, great," Kurt said smiling.

"How long have I been out, Kurt?"

"Two days, two hours and 34 minutes."

"That long huh?"

"Yes, really. So, I assume you have no idea what's going on then?"

"That's a funny thing actually. I feel like I had this insanely vivid dream about Kristy, after she dies, taking me through my life and what life would be without me and I had to choose whether I wanted to die or not."

"Well, I can assure you, you were here the entire time."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sure it was just a dream."

"Yeah, probably. Well, I think the doctors will kill me, if I don't tell them that you're awake, so I'm going to go get them."

"Good plan. Thanks Kurt."

Blaine watched as he left, and he couldn't help but smile at how easy it was to get him back. He knew he would have to thank Kristy later for telling Kurt the truth. He checked the dresser drawers in his room, and in the bottom one he found a note. It was the same one from his dream.

"How the hell did this get here?" he whispered to himself.

He read it over again, and he tried to figure out how it could have possibly gotten there. He turned it around and there was another note on the back.

Dear Blaine,

I guess I lied. I guess you're one of the lucky few who will know their experience was real. Just, keep it on the down low, please. You'll sound crazy, and we don't want everyone knowing about it. By the way, Kurt's coming back, so I would put this down.

Kristy

Everything came flooding back to Blaine after he read the words on that note. He could see the funeral, and Kurt. All those things about Kurt. He was determined to keep Kurt happy and away from alcohol as much as possible. He silently promised it. He placed the note back in the drawer just as Kurt came back with a doctor.

"So, Mr. Anderson, we tried to kill ourselves, huh?"

"Well, yeah. Basically. But, I don't want to die anymore. Really, I have everything to live for, and I should have known that."

Blaine wasn't sure where these words were coming from. He believed them with his whole heart, but he just couldn't be sure. He sure wasn't thinking them.

"Well, that's good to hear. Most people are upset that they didn't die."

"That's not me sir. I regretted it as soon as I did it. I'm sorry I caused all this trouble."

"It's… quite alright," the doctor said slowly.

Blaine looked at his drawer again, and it looked like there was another note on it. He could just make out what it said from where he was.

Dear Blaine,

I'm going to help you here. I know the truth, as do you, and now the doctor will. You may still need some counseling, but I'm sure you can get through that. Please try to not need my help again. ;) I'd like to do a little more behind the scenes stuff instead of right out there like I am now. Ok, bye!

Kristy

Blaine struggled not to smile at this. The future was still helping the past.

"So, Mr. Anderson, how are you feeling?"

"Actually, I feel amazing."

"Really? Because you've flat lined several times in the past day, and you lost tons of blood. Are you quite sure?"

"Yep. I feel fine."

Now he was speaking on his own, and it was the complete truth. He'd never felt better. He hoped he always felt this way. He looked out the window and saw that it was an absolutely gorgeous day. There was an even a rainbow.

"Hey, look. There's a rainbow."

"That's nice," the doctor said impatiently.

"No, it really is something."

"It's just a rainbow."

"It's beautiful though."

"Maybe, now can we finish up?"

"Sure."

"Why did you try to kill yourself?"

"I thought I had lost the one person I loved, and I was lost. I was in a dark place. My parents kicked me out, and I just didn't like where I was."

"Ok, thanks. I think that's everything. Someone will be in later."

"Sounds good," he said.

He watched as the doctor left the room, looking back at him at least once. Kurt came back in and Blaine was unable to look at the note again. He looked at the drawer longingly for a second and then looked back at Kurt. Kurt looked at him oddly for a second, but seemed to ignore the weird look he had given the drawer.

"Kurt, how long have you been at the hospital?"

"I don't know. Maybe 36 hours now?"

"Seriously?" Blaine looked at him in shock.

"Yes, I really did stay that long. Don't worry I slept."

"Alright, good. We don't need someone else in the hospital now too."

"You know, my dad said the exact same thing Blaine? He and Carole have been pestering me to come home." Kurt said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, maybe you should go home soon, so that when you get some sleep and some decent food, you can spend even longer here with me," Blaine said with a smile.

"Oh, you know I would never pass that up."

'Well, good. You better not. We have a ton of catching up to do."

"You're right. Well, then I guess I should go get some sleep so that there will be no interruptions from my parents and we can do whatever we want."

"Sounds good, Kurt. Don't be too long. I miss you already!"

Blaine watched as Kurt left the room, and then he looked back to the note in the dresser. It was completely blank now; even the original note was no longer visible.

"Kristy, I'm alone. Geez, you don't have to hide the note," he muttered to himself.

He threw the paper back in the drawer and sulked.

I was still unable to move anything but my feet by the time Blaine woke up. We were all pretty excited at this news. Kurt had been getting panicked after Blaine kept "dying" as he put it. I hoped that now he was going to be able to tell us all good news.

That afternoon, I was moved to a regular floor instead of the ICU. I liked it better because I could have as many visitors as I wanted, and I knew that I was definitely getting better. But, as it got into evening, I became a little more concerned about my health. After dinner, I had hard time breathing. Sam and Mercedes were visiting. We were talking about Sectionals on Saturday, and they were really excited. Mercedes was getting a solo and Sam was too. When I tried to congratulate them, I discovered that I didn't have enough air to say anything. I couldn't speak…

"Girl, are you okay?"

I pointed at my throat.

"Mercedes, I don't think she can breathe…"

He pushed the call button and a nurse came in.

"That stupid doctor upstairs! He should have never taken that tube out so soon. According to our records, you had just woken up."

I pointed to my throat again. I was sure I had to be turning blue by now. Everything was starting to go a little fuzzy and my lungs hurt so badly.

She pulled a shot out of her pocket and fed it into my IV. I could breathe again. It felt great.

I took a second to catch my breath and then I said, "He took it out because I had to tell a friend I'm dying and texting it just didn't seem right."

The nurse had nothing to say to that.