Every day, more stills seem to get released from 03x04 and I continue to die a slow painful death while I wait. Especially heightened by the fact that Lea Michele will not stop tweeting about the various musical numbers being filmed... like Chris and Darren filming something and then Cory filming something that's apparently heartbreaking and she's already in tears from it... sigh.
From TheNorthernBelle: Kurt, or Blaine, gets rushed to the hospital because he has appendicitis. The other finds out and rushes to the ER to be with him, and while he is freaking out and worrying, he realizes that he has to tell the other how he feels before he goes in for surgery.
This pulled at the heartstrings.
I deliberated for quite some time over which of the boys should have appendicitis. There were certainly compelling arguments for both, but in the end I wanted to have Kurt's family and friends rushing to the hospital. I still love the idea of Blaine being the one to get appendicitis because I've read a couple of good fics where Kurt does but none where Blaine does.
(If anybody can rec one, I'd be immensely grateful)
Appendicitis
It had been a long week for everybody.
Exams were rolling around fast and teachers were making the most of the opportunity to load everybody up with homework and study. A couple of students had already gotten run down with their work load and had to take a couple of days off, so it wasn't too surprising when Blaine swung by to pick Kurt up that morning to find his friend sitting on the edge of his bed, looking pale. Of course Kurt would be struggling, he had come from public school after all.
"You alright, Kurt?"
Kurt nodded, quickly grabbing his bag and standing, clearly pretending he was fine. The act was ruined when he clutched at his stomach, looking pained. "Just - just a stomach ache. Not a big deal."
Blaine frowned. "I don't want you to overdo it, Kurt. You'd probably better go see the nurse."
"No, no, I'll be fine." Kurt brushed past him and headed out the door, leaving Blaine looking after him and wondering what to do. Eventually he decided to let Kurt take care of himself unless things got worse. After all, Kurt was one of the strongest people Blaine knew - he would know his limits, right?
But Blaine wasn't the only one who was worrying about Kurt. He refused to eat anything at breakfast, rousing Wes's suspicions. As the Council member wanted to be a doctor, he immediately began probing Kurt with questions which Kurt just brushed off. "Look, I'm fine, okay?" he finally snapped, grabbing his bag. "I'm going to class."
Blaine watched him go before turning back to Wes. "He's not okay, is he?"
Wes shook his head. "I don't know what it is, but do your best to keep an eye on him."
"I only have Physics with him this afternoon." Blaine bit his lip, wondering what to do. "Do you think we should let the nurse know? She can pull him out if necessary."
"No, Kurt would murder us. We'll see how he is at lunch."
The decision made, the two boys split for classes - classes in which Blaine couldn't concentrate at all. His mind kept going back to his friend and how pale he had looked, and Blaine had to fight the urge to get out of class and go and take care of Kurt. Stop thinking like that, he told himself forcefully. Friends don't do that sort of stuff.
Lunch came, but Kurt didn't. "Do you think he went to the nurse?" Blaine asked Wes over the table, David listening in curiously.
"I hope so. He looked like death warmed up." Wes glanced over at him curiously, then reached across, placing a hand on his. "Don't stress, Blaine. It's going to be fine."
Blaine sighed. "I can't help but worry about him."
The bell rang and Blaine dragged himself off for his final class where, to his surprise, Kurt was sitting at his usual desk. "Kurt, what are you doing here?" he said, sitting next to him and taking a look at his friend.
"I'm attending class. I thought that was the point of school?" Kurt retorted, but without any sting - he simply sounded exhausted. He was looking worse too, one hand was wrapped around his stomach protectively while he used the other to write notes, but not many.
"Why weren't you at lunch?"
Kurt shrugged. "Wasn't hungry."
Blaine didn't know what to do. He knew if he pushed too hard, Kurt would close up and refuse any help, but he also knew his friend's health was on the line. "Kurt, I think you need to -"
"Blaine, what I need to do is take notes. I don't know this material and if I don't get it down, I won't pass the exam." Kurt sighed. "Thank you for looking out for me, but I assure you, I'm fine." And with that, Kurt resumed his work, leaving Blaine no option to do the same.
But by the time class finished and Warbler rehearsal rolled around, Blaine was starting to get seriously worried. If Kurt had been pale this morning, he was white by the time he collapsed on the couch next to Blaine, one hand clutching his stomach while the other rested against his head. "Kurt, please skip rehearsal and go see the nurse. I'm literally begging you."
Kurt shook his head stubbornly before tilting sideways - the action clearly having made him dizzy. Blaine caught him, resting Kurt against his side. "I'm taking you there the second we're done here then, okay?"
"Okay," Kurt murmured tiredly. As Wes brought the meeting underway, Blaine was relieved that it was all business and no new numbers to practice or choreograph. He knew Kurt wouldn't last long on his feet, and wasn't even sure how much longer Kurt could last sitting up.
Not long was the answer. Kurt suddenly doubled over, both hands wrapped around his midsection. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
"Kurt?" Apparently Blaine wasn't the only one who had noticed Kurt's state. All three council members were looking down at them, concerned. "Kurt, are you okay?" Wes asked again, drawing the attention of the rest of the Warblers their way.
Kurt lifted his head, sending a pain-filled glance Blaine's way. His face had lost all colour and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. "I think I'm going to throw up," he whispered.
"Jeff - bin, now!"
The small rubbish bin was tossed his way and Blaine shoved it in front of Kurt just as the boy began to retch. David was already out the door, presumably headed to the nurses office as Kurt threw up, his whole body shaking. Blaine rubbed his back gently, glancing up at Wes as he did so. His friend looked thoughtful before crossing the room and kneeling next to Kurt who was wiping his mouth. "Kurt, does your stomach hurt? And not just from throwing up, like a sharp pain?"
"Yeah," Kurt murmured tiredly, leaning against Blaine who wrapped an arm around him. "Has all day."
Wes winced, "Where?"
Kurt vaguely gestured to his side and Wes was on his feet. "I should have seen it sooner. Someone call an ambulance."
If Kurt hadn't been resting against him, Blaine would have jumped to his feet as well. "Ambulance? Wes, what's wrong with him?"
Jeff already had his phone out and was calling emergency services as David arrived with the nurse. Wes immediately crossed the room to speak to her quietly, gesturing to Kurt then Jeff. The nurse nodded and made her way over, pressing her hand against Kurt's forehead gently.
"Wes, what do I tell them?"
Wes gestured for the phone which Jeff handed over. "We've got a boy here with suspected appendicitis. He's just vomited and told me he's been in pain all day."
As if on cue, Kurt was grabbing the bin again. Blaine kept an arm on his vomiting friend's back, but his mind was reeling. Appendicitis?"Is it bad?" he asked the nurse who was still standing by.
"It could be if they don't get him in for surgery."
"S-surgery?" Kurt lifted his head, sheer panic written across his face. "Why? What is it?"
Blaine tugged him closer, trying to keep his own shaking at bay. "They think it's your appendix, Kurt. They'll just have to get it out and you'll be alright." Kurt was still looking terrified and Blaine couldn't blame him - he was terrified too. But all he could do was be brave for his friend, after all, a lot of people
Kurt suddenly swallowed heavily. "No," he whispered, cringing. "I don't want to throw up again."
Blaine could see him fighting it and his heart nearly broke. "You'll feel better if you get it out, Kurt. Come on," he coaxed gently. He knew how Kurt felt - he hated throwing up. But holding back was only going to make things worse. Kurt battled for a few more seconds before giving in and throwing up again. Tears were beginning to run down his face and Blaine almost couldn't bear it. Please, somebody do something, someone fix it, he's in so much pain...
"Blaine?" David was kneeling beside him. "Someone needs to call his family. Do you have the number?" Numbly, Blaine pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts to Kurt's home number, giving the phone to David and immediately turning his attention back to Kurt.
Kurt had finished throwing up but was still crying silently. "Kurt, can I do anything to help?"
"Make it stop?" Kurt whispered brokenly.
Blaine's heart completely shattered at that. "I would if I could, believe me." Kurt whimpered, wrapping his arms around his stomach and leaned into Blaine who held him close. A movement caught his eye from the door and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief. "There's some people here who can though, okay? They're going to take you to the hospital and get your appendix out of you and you'll be alright, honey, I promise."
The paramedics crossed the room, Wes filling them in quickly as they did. The stretcher was brought in with Warblers quickly moving couches out of the way. Kurt sat quietly as the paramedics took his temperature and checked his pulse; it was when they wanted to get him on the stretcher was when all hell broke loose - Blaine had to let go.
"No! No, I need him!" Kurt was growing hysterical, reaching out frantically towards Blaine. The paramedics attempted to calm him, promising that he would be fine, but Kurt continued to struggle.
"Does he have any family here?" one of the men asked Blaine.
Blaine shook his head. "They're out in Lima, they'll be about two hours. Please, can I come along?"
The men swapped a glance before one of them nodded. "He needs to stay calm, and you seem to help."
Blaine immediately took Kurt's hands. "It's okay, Kurt, I'm going to be right there with you, okay? I'm coming."
Kurt quietened and finally allowed himself to lie back and be wheeled out. The rest of the Warblers were standing by, watching as their friend left on a stretcher with Blaine walking beside him. Wes reached out to touch Blaine's shoulder comfortingly and Blaine shot him a thankful glance before they left. He also noticed the hint of regret in his friends eyes and resolved to talk to him about it later.
The ambulance ride just about shattered all of Blaine's self control to keep it together. Kurt was still vomiting and all Blaine could do was hold his hand and tell him it was going to be alright, even when he didn't know himself. He had heard that people had died from not getting their appendix out quickly enough in the past and was inwardly berating himself on not being more insistent that Kurt visit the nurse. If something happens to him, it's your fault!
They arrived at the hospital where Kurt was immediately wheeled in to be examined. Blaine was directed to the waiting room where he spent a panicked ten minutes pacing and fielding calls from Wes, Mercedes and Finn before the doctors allowed him back in.
Kurt was dressed in a hospital gown, and the fact that he wasn't complaining about the outfit meant that Blaine knew something was seriously wrong. Kurt's eyes were still wide with panic and Blaine did his best to comfort his friend. "They're prepping the surgery room now, I've got a few minutes," he whispered.
"It's okay, it's okay." Blaine took his hands, allowing Kurt to squeeze as tightly as he needed. "They know exactly what they're doing, they're going to get it out and you're going to be all better, okay? You'll come back out in no time."
Kurt's bottom lip was quivering as he whispered, "What if I don't?"
"You are, trust me." Blaine knelt down to Kurt's level, vaguely aware of doctors headed their way and knew he only had a few moments to try and put everything he needed to say into words. "You are because you're Kurt Hummel, you're strong, you're a fighter and I love you. And I never got the chance to tell you properly, and damn it all if that's the last time I'll say that. So you're coming back, to me."
Kurt's eyes were wide again, but this time it wasn't with panic. "Blaine -" he began hesitantly, before being interrupted.
"Alright, Kurt, it's time to go."
Blaine leant over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll see you soon, okay. Remember; courage." Kurt nodded, but Blaine saw the tear slip down his cheek as he was wheeled off toward surgery. As if on autopilot, Blaine made his way back to the waiting room, but instead of pacing again, he found himself slumped into a chair staring at the door.
He had no idea how long had passed, but a movement over at the nurses station alerted him to the fact that Kurt's family had arrived. Blaine stood, quickly making his way over to rescue the nurse from Burt's wrath. "I want to see my son. We were told something about his appendix and nothing else, and furthermore, I want to know why nobody from here alerted me!"
"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's family turned, and Blaine saw that Carole had been crying while Finn just looked worried. "He's in surgery right now. I'm sorry you weren't given more information from us but David didn't know what to tell you either - we only had a guess to work off."
Burt looked mollified for a second, allowing the nurse to cut in. "If you want to take a seat, we will let you know when he's out of surgery and ready for visitors."
Glowering at the woman one more time, Burt followed Blaine over to the seats, Carole and Finn following suit. The two adults sat across from Blaine with Finn next to him. Burt leant forward and fixed Blaine with a look that wasn't quite a glare, but wasn't exactly offering him a cup of tea either. "Tell me what happened to my son."
Blaine nodded, taking a deep breath. "He was complaining of a stomach ache at breakfast and didn't want to eat anything. I told him to visit the nurse, he didn't show up to lunch, so I assumed he'd gone, but we shared our final class and he was there. I tried to make him go then but he wouldn't and then we got to Warbler rehearsal and -" Blaine felt his voice break and swallowed hastily. Inexplicably, there was a hand on his and Blaine realized it was Finn. Deciding to think about that later, he kept going. "He started throwing up, said he was in a lot of pain. Wes worked out what was going on and got the ambulance, but by then he was c-crying -" This time, there was no way he was continuing. Ducking his head, Blaine allowed the first of his tears to fall. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"Hey, it's not your fault, kid." Burt's voice was gentle. "Kurt's stubborn as a mule, I know that as well as you do. I'm glad you stayed with him."
Blaine nodded, making no move to wipe away his tears. No matter what Burt might say, he knew that he should have tried harder, should have done more. He heard Burt and Carole stand, mentioning something about coffee, and walking away. As soon as they were gone, there was an arm around his shoulders. "You're in love with him, aren't you?"
"Yeah." Blaine attempted to calm himself, but couldn't keep the tears at bay. "I don't know what I'd do if he doesn't c-come out of there..."
Finn squeezed his shoulder. "He will. You know he will." Blaine wiped his face, taking the tissues Finn offered him off the table gratefully. "Oh, and this is the part where I'm supposed to threaten you if you hurt him, but I kinda can't do that considering you've taken care of him so well."
Blaine laughed lightly. "Thanks, Finn. Have you heard from Mercedes?"
"Apparently she's on her way with a carload of girls.. oh, that'd be her now." Finn pointed out to the parking lot where a car was pulling in. Mercedes hopped out, quickly followed by Rachel, Tina and, to Blaine's surprise, Quinn. Finn caught his look and explained; "Quinn's more used to hospitals than the rest, and she's actually pretty calming."
The girls entered the waiting room, Tina noticing the boys first and leading the rest over. "Is he alright?"
"He's still in surgery," Finn explained, standing to greet the girls. Blaine stayed sitting, not trusting his legs or vocal chords at the moment. He was still on the verge of tears, and apparently it was noticeable; the next minute, Finn was leading Rachel and Tina away, making the same coffee excuse that his parents had not five minutes ago.
"Blaine, sweetie?" Quinn knelt in front of him while Mercedes sat on his other side. "Talk to us?"
Blaine stared at his shoes. "I - he was in pain all day, and I didn't do anything." He swallowed quickly, hearing his voice shake.
Quinn's arms were suddenly wrapped around him. "It's alright, honey, let it out."
And that was all Blaine needed, finally releasing all of the tears that had been building up since Warbler rehearsal. He just couldn't bear the thought of something happening to Kurt, and knowing that the boy was currently unconscious, under the knife... it wasn't fair. "He's already been through so much," Blaine murmured into Quinn's shoulder. "Why this too?"
Mercedes was rubbing his back in slow circles, her head leaning into his shoulder. "I don't know, Blaine," she whispered, her own voice cracking. Blaine pulled away from Quinn to wrap an arm around her, linking his other hand with Quinn who was also looking teary. "But our boy is strong and I'm sure they got it in time. We just have to be strong too until they tell us what's happening."
Blaine nodded, grabbing the tissues again to wipe his eyes. He knew he looked a mess right now but all of his focus was on Kurt. Quinn took the seat next to him as Kurt's family returned with Rachel and Tina. Finn was on the phone to Puck who was apparently with the rest of the guys, waiting to hear whether they should come out or not. For now they were staying put, an idea which Blaine thought was probably best. When Kurt came out of surgery, he would probably only want to see his family and his girls.
What about you?
Blaine wouldn't let himself think about that. He refused to regret telling Kurt he loved him - after all, it was true - but now that he was calmer and could tell himself that Kurt was going to come out fine, his doubts were beginning to build up. The chances of Kurt feeling the same way were so slim that Blaine had never even considered telling him before.
The time wore on. Blaine had no idea how long the surgery was meant to take, or even how long they had been there, but Finn was falling asleep in his chair, Rachel and Tina were playing on their iPhones and Burt was on his fourth coffee by the time a doctor appeared at the door. "Hummel?" The majority of the group rose except for Blaine and Quinn. The doctor glanced at the group, frowning. "He's recovering well, but it will be family first, please."
The others sat down while Burt, Carole and Finn followed the doctor through to the room. All the tension had evaporated from the rest of the group now that they knew Kurt was okay and Rachel was on the phone to Puck, letting the guys know. Blaine still sat motionless, staring at his hands until Quinn reached over and took one. "There's more to it than Kurt being okay, isn't there?"
Blaine glanced around to make sure everybody else was sufficiently distracted before nodding. "I told him I loved him before he went in. He didn't have time to respond, so I don't know..."
"You don't know if he feels the same," Quinn finished gently. "Well, you have the chance to find out now."
Blaine stared at her for a moment before realizing that she was right. Kurt's going to be okay. "I - I do," he murmured, the smile curving across his face to match hers.
Quinn squeezed his hand. "So, how long?"
"I've known for sure for a few weeks now. There's always been something there since the day we met, it was just working out what it was that took so long."
Quinn's face was alight. "You'll be good for him," she said simply, before seeming to realize something. "Shouldn't you call your school and let them know he's okay?"
Blaine immediately grabbed his phone. "I totally forgot about that. Thanks, Quinn." Standing, he walked over to the window and punched in Wes's number.
"Blaine? How is he?"
Blaine could hear the murmuring of the other boys in the background and knew he was on loudspeaker. "He's out of surgery, and the doctor said he's recovering well. His family are in with him at the moment, but I should get to go in soon."
"Pass on our best," David said quickly. "And let him know we've got all of his notes covered until he gets back, and he won't miss anything Warbler related either."
"I appreciate it guys, and he will too. Wes, can I talk to you for a moment?"
The sound of clicking was heard, then Wes's voice came through. "What is it, Blaine?"
"This isn't your fault," Blaine said immediately. "I know that look you had when we were leaving. You're not a doctor yet, Wes, it's not your job to notice things like that."
He could hear footsteps and the background noise disappeared before Wes sighed. "I should have seen it much earlier than that though. And if I had, the surgery could have been well and truly over and he might even have been back at Dalton. I just... I should have known."
"Hey," Blaine said sternly. "Does that mean it was my fault because I didn't force him to go to the nurse?"
There was silence for a second. "Well, of course not, but -"
"But nothing. Same deal, Wes." Blaine softened his tone. "I know how you've been feeling. Trust me, I've been freaking out over here. But you can't pin this on yourself, it's just something that happened."
Wes sighed. "I know. I just wish I could have been of more use."
Blaine rolled his eyes even though his friend couldn't see. "Let me think. You diagnosed it, got the paramedics over, took charge of the room so nobody could even dare to panic, got David to call Kurt's family... I can't really see how you could have been of more use except for coming in here and doing the surgery yourself."
Finally he got a laugh. "Okay, okay. Let me know when you've seen him, alright? And -" Wes hesitated for a moment. "Tell him how you feel, Blaine."
"One step ahead of you."
Blaine hung up before Wes could question him, turning back around to see the doctor returning with Kurt's family. They all looked relieved and Blaine knew that Kurt must have been doing well. "Okay, Kurt has requested that all of his female friends come in next."
The girls all shot glances at one another before turning to Blaine. Fighting back his disappointment - because yes he had guessed but it still hurt a little - Blaine gestured for them to go ahead. Rachel and Tina were halfway across the room straight away, but Quinn and Mercedes hung back slightly. "It's alright," Blaine said, holding his hands up reassuringly. "Go and see him." The two looked at each other before turning to leave. As soon as they were gone, Blaine slumped back into his chair, unable to stop a sigh from escaping. Maybe I freaked him out.
"You'll be next, kid."
Burt sat down across from him, looking far more at ease now that he had seen his son. "I think Kurt just wanted to get the girls excitement out of the way before he talked to you. He had nothing but good things to say about you, so don't think you've been left out." Blaine flushed, embarrassed that he had been caught out so easily by his crush's father. "And if you're as interested in my son as I think you are, you'd better tell him soon."
Did he just essentially give me permission to date Kurt?" I already have, sir. Admittedly, it was just before he went in for surgery but... but I meant what I said."
Burt clapped a hand on his shoulder before standing. "You need a coffee, and those girls are going to be ages. Come with me." Blaine followed Burt into the small cafeteria where Finn and Carole had headed after coming out of Kurt's ward. Carole insisted on paying for his coffee to thank him for what he had done for Kurt - Blaine only accepted because he knew what Kurt's family was like about money; to buy his own right now would be considered rude.
Sitting with Kurt's family was slightly odd. It wasn't the first time he had done so, but to be there without Kurt chatting away about fashion or the latest song they were performing was strange. It wasn't that Blaine felt out of place - in fact, he was surprised by how included he felt. But not having Kurt there... it just wasn't right.
Once everybody had finished with their drinks, they headed back into the waiting room just in time to see the girls coming back out. "Blaine, he's asking for you," Quinn said softly, placing a hand on his arm. "He's alright," she answered quickly to his unspoken question. "Very tired, of course, but he's doing good."
The last of the tension left Blaine, only to be replaced with sheer anxiety. He followed the doctor down a hallway, vaguely thinking of how much Wes would love to be here right now, before being led into a small room. One look at the occupant, and Blaine just about burst into tears again.
Kurt's face was still almost completely devoid of colour and his eyes were shut - Blaine wasn't sure whether he was sleeping or not, but didn't want to disturb him either way. Lying in the hospital bed, Kurt somehow looked much smaller than usual, and overwhelmingly vulnerable. Blaine couldn't even begin to think what kind of pain his friend had been through.
Pulling up a chair, Blaine sat down next to Kurt's bed and stared at him for a few moments. He knew it was creepy and Kurt would probably make some kind of Twilight joke if he woke up and caught Blaine watching him, but Blaine couldn't help it. He had come close to losing Kurt today - yes, it sounded morbid, but if they hadn't had Warbler rehearsal, Kurt would no doubt have just gone back to his room and ignored how much pain he was in. And now that he knew how terrifying that thought was, he knew he couldn't bear to take advantage of another moment he had with Kurt. Each one was too precious.
Blaine gently took Kurt's hand, lacing their fingers together. Kurt shifted a little in his sleep, murmuring something under his breath before his eyes opened slowly. He glanced around, looking confused, before his sight fell on Blaine. "Oh, right. Hospital. Um, hi."
"Hey. Sorry for waking you."
Kurt shook his head. "It's fine. I wasn't really asleep, sort of in that half-there, half-not stage." He yawned, rolling his shoulders back to stretch them out.
"How are you feeling?" Blaine moved a little closer, feeling Kurt's fingers tighten properly around his. "I'm guessing they've got you on some pretty good painkillers?"
"I think so. I'm just really tired and I know I'm going to be in an awful lot of pain later." He squeezed Blaine's hand quickly. "Blaine?"
"Hm?"
Kurt took a quick breath. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, I should have gone to the nurse, then this wouldn't have turned out to be so bad, and all the girls were so worried when they came in and I could see that Mercedes and Quinn had been crying, then Rachel let slip that you'd been crying and I just feel so awful for putting everybody through that, and all the Warblers having to see me like that -"
Blaine reached over, putting a finger to Kurt's lips gently. "Stop," he said quietly. "You're okay. That's all that matters." He removed his hand, reaching up to wipe away the tear that had escaped Kurt's eye. "You're all that matters right now."
Kurt's eyes widened a little and his grip on Blaine's hand grew just a little bit tighter. "What you said before I went in... did you mean it?"
"Of course I did," Blaine said immediately, his voice still soft. "I love you, Kurt. And you might not feel the same, and that's alright, but after what's happened today I couldn't let myself go any longer without letting you know for sure." He paused, but Kurt didn't respond. "I - it doesn't have to affect our friendship," he continued uncertainly. "Just - just as long as you know how much you mean to me."
Blaine wasn't sure what to expect from his declaration. Best case scenario would have been Kurt saying it back, but that didn't look like it was going to happen. Kurt looked like he was struggling with something for a second, before sighing. "Okay, I can't sit up. You're going to have to come here."
"I - what?"
"Well, I can't find the words, so I was going to kiss you. And it would have been a lot more romantic if I could have just done it, but I can't. So, come here."
Blaine stared at him for a second, not quite believing it was real, before deciding that either way he should probably do something right about now. So he leant in, allowing their lips to brush together softly.
Blaine's previous decision changed instantly. This is definitely best case scenario, he decided, allowing the kiss to linger for a few seconds more before pulling away reluctantly, remembering that Kurt had just come out of surgery after all. As he moved to sit back in his chair, Kurt leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. "I love you too."
And now Blaine's life was quite easily complete. "How long?" he found himself asking, mimicking Quinn's question from earlier.
"Ages. I never quite knew how to tell you." There was a moment of comfortable silence before Blaine reluctantly broke the contact, sitting back in his chair and taking both of Kurt's hands in his. "But I have to confess something," Kurt murmured quietly, looking almost embarrassed.
Blaine frowned. "What's that?"
"The main reason I invited the girls in before you was because I wanted to look somewhat presentable for you. They always have emergency supplies on them."
Blaine shook his head, chuckling. "I was wondering how your hair looked perfect. I really do love you."
Is it a bad thing that the words are getting so natural now?
"I love you too," Kurt whispered, his face absolutely glowing.
Not a chance.
And Blaine knew, no matter how tired Kurt looked from the surgery, no matter how much pain he was going to be in later, no matter how long it might take him to recover, then have schoolwork to catch up on, no matter what; neither of them would have changed a thing.
Kurt always gets the short straw... my poor baby.
MusicalEscape:
"Quinn and the others are handing out taffy-"
"Kuuuuuuurt, can I get some?" *puppy eyes*
*sigh* "Sure. Don't start throwing it at people like you did in Warblers practice, with the alpaca."