Disclaimer: I do not own Glee
A/N: Sorry this has taken so long, I've been to Download festival and went on Holiday to a lovely little island called Cofu. But he it is. The ending is to do with an idea I've been having for a one shot, but then I realised I could use it to fill a gap I wanted to fill in this story. Anyway, enjoy!
Kurt walked into the hospital carrying Blaine's coffee order. He'd finally had a good night's sleep in an actual bed and didn't feel a need for caffeine. Blaine had been in hospital for a few days and the talk of when he would be allowed to come home was beginning. If they were lucky Blaine would be allowed home tomorrow, but before he went anywhere to police wanted to take his statement.
Kurt smiled at the receptionists and nurses as he passed and walked into Blaine's room. He was sleeping and a few of the bandages had been removed from his face and arms revealing some rather harsh looking cuts and bruises. Blaine had told Kurt repeatedly that the only pain bothering him was from his ribs, even though he'd been stabbed those wounds hardly bothered him when he had his pain medication. The big problem with injured ribs is there's nothing you can do, you can't wrap or use a cast on the area and even breathing in or coughing made Blaine wince, luckily they were going to send Blaine home with plenty of pain medication and their classes didn't start for over a month, they'd moved out early to get settled. It was going to take at least 4 weeks for his ribs to heal.
Kurt placed the coffee next to Blaine and placed a soft kiss on his forehead hoping it might stir him a little, when the desired affect began Kurt sat facing Blaine on the edge of his bed and waited for the fogginess from his nap to clear.
"How you feeling today?" Kurt asked watching as Blaine moved around wincing as he tried to make himself comfortable.
"Ok, better now I have coffee." Blaine signed winking, "and you."
"Good." Kurt smiled rolling his eyes at Blaine's cheesiness.
"Where's your coffee?" Blaine signed. It was not like Kurt to go into a coffee shop, purchase a coffee but walk out of that kind of place with nothing for himself.
"I had a good night's sleep, didn't feel the need for caffeine." Kurt said with a smile. "What do you want to do today?"
"Go home and set up our apartment." Blaine signed his face physically falling. "The point of moving to New York this early was to get settled and set up our place not for me to lie in a hospital bed."
"I know, have the nurses said when they're going to discharge you?" Kurt asked reaching over and taking a sip of Blaine's coffee, the smell of it was driving him crazy, he highly regretted not getting himself at least a small coffee. He already felt jealous of Blaine, he would go get himself a hospital coffee but those things were an insult to caffeine.
"Yeah, they said should be tomorrow. A police man wants to talk to me some time today." Blaine signed. "It's going to be a waste of time I don't remember much." Kurt felt bad for Blaine, that he had been through all this and seemed to be handling it quite well, but he wanted him to talk to the police, he wanted whoever did this to be punished. "Are you hungry did you eat breakfast?"
"Yeah, shouldn't I be the one taking care of you?" Kurt asked with a smile, it was just Blaine's habit of Blaine's to worry about Kurt. "Kind of regret not getting coffee though. Oh, I brought another DVD." Kurt said placing Chicago in front of Blaine. Kurt had, as per Blaine's request, brought his laptop and while Kurt visited they'd been watching DVD's together, stalking celebrities on Twitter and making fun of their friends on Facebook. Blaine slid to one side to allow room for Kurt to lie next to him and booted up the laptop.
They made it half way through the movie, both boys were mouthing along to the words of cell block tango, when a nurse knocked on the door with a policeman following. Kurt hopped of the bed, kissed Blaine on the cheek and left the room.
Kurt began to worry it was taking an unusually long time as he flicked through the latest issue of Vogue. He was tempted to go check what was going on but he didn't think the police would appreciate him interrupting. He decided he would wait and if nothing had happened when he had finished the entire magazine he would go and find out what was going on. But Kurt couldn't focus on an article about the new Marc Jacobs line, he could only focus on Blaine and if Blaine was ok. He caught himself reading the first paragraph four times without taking in a single word. He had no idea why he was so worried, Blaine could take of himself and no less around a police man, he could only put it down to Blaine being scared of his attacker or of something more personal. He'd started the paragraph for the fifth time, again only skimming the words when the policeman came out. The nurse smiled at Kurt and gestured for him to go back in.
"How was it?" Kurt asked sitting down next to Blaine and placing the laptop and the table in front of them. Kurt turned towards Blaine so he could catch what he was signing.
"Terrible, but I expected as much, let's watch the rest of the movie." Blaine said wincing as he moved over to give Kurt some more room. Kurt didn't want to speculate too much on why Blaine felt so uncomfortable talking about the attack, but Kurt wasn't going to push him into talking about it. At least not until Blaine was back home.
The rest of visiting hours passed with less drama and more musicals. Kurt left Blaine with a kiss taking some of Blaine's things with him. He decided to take the underground home for a change and to save his money. He managed to grab a seat in the corner and stuff his bags in between his feet. It was a straight shot between the hospitals stop and a station near his apartment so he people watched. He watched as most the passengers seemed to be wearing suits. Most carried books and most refused to make eye contact with anyone they did not come onto the tube with. But there would be the occasional person who would break these simple rules. One of which was wearing the most amazing personalised coat he'd ever seen, outside his own wardrobe at least. His eyes were drawn to the rest of the girls outfit, which she'd pulled together in a effortless kind of way. Kurt couldn't put his finger on why but he sneakily took a picture of her outfit, making sure no one saw.
Kurt began his usual routine when he got home, slipped off his shoes, hung up his coat and began to make himself something to eat. But his mind kept being drawn away from chopping peppers and stirring in chicken. He kept thinking about the picture he'd taken and the idea's he had for what to do with it. By the time he went to bed he'd come up with a plan on earning himself some extra experience in his spare time.