Blaine sprinted through the hospital with Burt running behind him yelling out which way to go to get to Kurt's room since Blaine was so distracted, he didn't really know. He ran right in without checking to make sure he wouldn't be interrupting anything.
No one was inside, and Kurt's eyes were closed. He crawled into the bed beside Kurt and rested his head against Kurt's cheek.
"I shouldn't have left." He whispered.
"The nurse said Finn had to strong arm you to get you out of here after refusing to leave my side for 36 hours." Blaine looked up and Kurt smiled as he opened his eyes. "I'm glad you went and took a shower, though your hair is a mess."
Blaine couldn't keep the happy tears from bubbling up. He pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead and hugged him.
"Are you okay? Are you still in pain? Kurt, I am so sorry."
"Don't be. It was my fault. I did something stupid."
"Not as stupid as me." Kurt looked at the bruises on Blaine's hand.
"Blaine. What did you do?" Kurt's voice lowered as Blaine nervously looked away.
"Let's focus on you getting better."
"Did you go after Sebastian?"
"No. Well I did punch Sebastian after I found out. But I didn't go out looking for him, he came to me."
"Why would he come to you?"
"He wanted me to publicly dump you and say I was going out with him so that you would be safe from the public eye and not have to worry about being assaulted in back alleys."
"That's not why he attacked me."
"Kurt. You need rest we can talk about this later. I just want to hold you and know that you are going to be okay." Blaine held him a little tighter. Kurt felt a pang in his side but ignored it, so Blaine would continue to squeeze his arm around his torso.
"You're never going to let me out of your sight again are you?" Blaine lifted his head and hid a small smile.
"Nope." They fell asleep. The whirring of machines a now welcome lullaby.
Kurt was kept in the hospital for two days after he woke. Blaine didn't leave his side once. Even when Kurt begged him to leave to go shower or eat a real meal, he remained. He lived off diet coke and the small salads from the hospital cafeteria. The second afternoon, he brought up a few wedding magazines from the gift shop.
"I thought since we are stuck here."
"Since I am stuck here, and you refuse to leave." Kurt corrected.
"Since we are stuck here." Blaine smiled and continued. "That we might get started on planning."
Kurt frowned. "Are you sure about this?"
"About planning our wedding in the hospital? I don't see why not it's just the same as planning it anywhere else."
"About our wedding." Kurt bit his lips.
Blaine frowned and set the magazines down. "You're having second thoughts?"
"No. No. It's just. I feel like I've been this huge burden on you and your career and with this and Blaine have you seen the media and what they are saying about you?" Kurt's voice went up impossibly higher.
"Kurt, I don't care what they say about me."
"You should. Your fans rely on you. You're their inspiration."
"And that means I shouldn't get married?"
"Blaine you left in the middle of your concert then broke into a hospital."
"To see you."
"You went to a bar and got in a fist fight with two people. Both of which you started."
"Oh you saw that?"
"Were you not going to tell me you attacked Karofsky for no reason other than you heard his name and flipped."
"I was a little stressed."
"Because of me." Kurt sighed and looked weakly up at Blaine. "I don't want to make your life difficult."
"I finally know what it's like to be completely in love and you don't want to be with me?" The tears were welling in Blaine's eyes.
"Blaine that's not what I mean. I just think we should let the engagement sit for a while, while you focus on your music and tours." Blaine turned away from Kurt and wandered slowly to the other side of the room.
"Why did you run away from the guards?" Blaine's voice was soft, and though Kurt couldn't see his face he knew the words were spoken through his teeth.
"I knew Sebastian was there."
"How?"
"Because I told him to come."
"Why would you do that?" Blaine turned on Kurt. His scowl made Kurt shift nervously on the hospital bed.
"So, he could see for himself how happy you were. I knew if any part of him actually loved you and he saw you happy, he would move on and accept it."
"And what happened after that?"
"He blamed me for ruining his life and attacked me with a brick."
"He used a brick?" Blaine hardly let the words out before he was biting his lip to keep his strict stare.
"I can't believe you would bring him there when I made it explicitly clear that I never wanted to see him again. Then, all of a sudden after a conversation with Sebastian you don't want to get married." Blaine was throwing his hands up in the air and every time he flung one of his arms, Kurt's jaw twitched diminutively.
"Ever since the first day I actually talked to you at The Lima Bean your life has been disaster after disaster. You are beyond stressed. Sam told me you punched the McKinley punching bag so hard you tore through it without a second thought. I'm the cause of all of it. It's not that I don't want to marry you. I just think you need to focus at least through the European tour, then we can plan a wedding after that."
"So you don't even want to see me until then. Is that what you're saying?" Blaine threw his hands up and turned to leave the room. "I need to get out of here."
"Blaine, no!" Kurt sat up and swung a leg over to get out of bed. Then he crumpled back over grabbing his side.
"Kurt?" Blaine turned and seeing Kurt in pain, ran over to him. He helped him back to a lying down position and buzzed the nurse.
"I'm sorry, Kurt."
"Please don't leave."
"I won't." Blaine held Kurt's hand and looked into his eyes. How could he ever be angry with Kurt? All he was trying to do was make his life easier. As he thought about it, he realized he didn't want his life easier if that meant Kurt wasn't in it. "I won't ever leave." He mumbled, kissing Kurt's hand as a nurse jogged in and looked at the bruise on Kurt's side.
"The rib must not be healing properly."
"Does that mean I have to stay longer."
"I'm afraid so, Mr. Hummel."
The nurse gave him a pitying look as she jotted down a note on the chart.
"Well if I'm going to be here a while do you mind handing me those magazines?"
She smiled and set them on Kurt's lap. Blaine smiled up at him and Kurt nodded his head.
"I'm sorry. I just thought being out of your way would make your life easier."
"The only way my life will be easier is if I get to call you my husband and not have to help your former coach fake a heart attack, so I can sneak into your hospital room." The nurse rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sorry again about that." He looked up at her.
"Everyone has been having fun telling stories about you, Blaine Anderson."
"Aww look at you changing lives even without your music." Kurt patted the top of Blaine's messy hair. "Anyway, I'm thinking feathers."
"Feathers?" Blaine looked at Kurt then chuckled and kissed his hand again. "Whatever you want, my love."
The remainder of their time in Ohio was spent in the hospital. Blaine was constantly trying to make up new ways to keep Kurt entertained. He felt horrible every time he had to leave to change or bathe.
"I will be back in two hours then I have a fun thing for us to do."
"Okay. Please go, you're stinking up the room." Kurt shooed him out with a kiss on the cheek. "And for the love please eat a real meal while you're gone."
Blaine blew a kiss from the doorway and disappeared.
When he came back, he was pushing a wheelchair. "We are going to the pediatrics wing."
"Why?"
"To hang out with the kids. Some of them have been in there for months. I brought my guitar. We can have all sorts of fun."
"Do I really need the wheelchair?" Kurt moaned.
"Unless you want to refracture your just now healing rib, then yes you need the wheelchair." Blaine helped Kurt out of the bed and into the wheelchair and pushed him down the hall.
The pediatrics ward was brightly colored. Popular characters were stickered on the walls and Blaine stopped to take a picture with a few of them.
"You are a huge dork you know that right?" Kurt chuckled lightly.
Blaine pushed him into a lobby type area where a few kids had already gathered. Nurses were bringing them all out of their rooms. Some were able to walk, others weren't. It made Blaine sad to see the different progressions of diseases these kids were going through.
"Hey guys." Blaine's voice was gentle, and it made Kurt swoon.
"Hi Blaine!" They collectively shouted, only a few of the really young ones didn't know him.
"I'm glad you all could come out here and join me and Kurt. We thought while Kurt is in here healing a broken rib, we could all hang out and maybe sing together. Does that sound like fun?"
They cheered and smiled.
"Awesome." He laughed and looked around, "Alright what are some of your guys' favorite songs?"
"The Little Mermaid one!" A little girl yelled from behind her surgical mask.
"That's a great one." Kurt agreed, and Blaine started strumming, trying to find the right melody. He began singing and they all sang along with him.
Kurt didn't sing. He knew it would just hurt. Instead, he took out his phone and posted a picture of the scene in front of him.
KurtHummel: BlaineAnderson will never stop surprising me with his love and passion.
*Attached Photo*
He smiled as his screen flashed with notifications of praise for Blaine. Regardless of what the journalists were saying, his fans really loved the man Blaine had become. Blaine saw Kurt smiling over at him and stood to dance around him, making Kurt and the kids laugh. Some of the less sickly children danced around too and Blaine put the guitar down and sang without it. Holding their hands as he spun them around the hospital. Making it seem a little less bleak.
After an hour of games and songs, the kids all slowly went away. Some for rest, others for food. Blaine hugged all of them that needed it until they pulled away first. He smiled and poked noses and made faces and each child walked away happier than they had come. Kurt grinned at Blaine as the last little girl giggled and jumped into Blaine's waiting arms. After she scurried away following her nurse, Blaine took a big breath and turned to Kurt.
"That was fun wasn't it."
"You are truly amazing."
"What?" Blaine smiled pretending not to know what Kurt was talking about.
"A lot of those kids don't have much to look forward to. You made them so happy. I heard a few of them talking about starting a hospital band. They have dreams now Blaine."
"They had dreams before."
"Yeah, but they're bigger now." Kurt smiled, "Thanks for doing this. I know it's been a boring week for us."
"We go back to New York in a few days. We will have plenty to do there."
"You have a concert to look forward to."
Blaine made a meh face and Kurt looked up at him. "You can actually look forward to it. All the threats have been minimized."
Blaine wheeled him back to his room, and they opened up the binder they had created full of wedding stuff.
"So, you've almost finished planning the wedding."
"Yeah. It's not hard to do in a few days if you have nothing else to do." Kurt shrugged, looking down at his binder.
"Well…" Blaine slid a finger up Kurt's chest and looked sultrily into his eyes. "I mean. All your family is here. And we did both grow up in Ohio."
"Oh no. There is no way I can get all this together for tomorrow while still in a hospital bed!" Kurt laughed incredulously at Blaine.
"I understand why you would think that I mean tomorrow." Blaine laughed. Kurt already had him figured out, it had crossed Blaine's mind multiple times to just elope, but with Kurt still in recovery he didn't offer it up. "I was just thinking that maybe right before the European tour…" He bit his lips as he waited anxiously for Kurt's answer.
"France would be a lovely place for a honeymoon, and I think I know of somewhere we can stay." Kurt tapped his chin pensively.
Blaine smiled with all his teeth until his face hurt and Kurt laughed. "Yeah. Right before the European tour we can get married. But we are doing it in New York. We can invite all our friends and family. And you can invite Katy Perry if you want. I expect June Dolloway to be there." Blaine laughed as Kurt rambled on about the amazing wedding he had planned.
"Will there be feathers?"
"If you keep making jokes, you will be wearing a feather headpiece."
"Whatever gets me you at the end of the day."
There was a soft knock on the door and they both turned expecting to see the doctor or a friend coming to check in.
"Hello, Kurt." Blaine tensed at the voice. Kurt looked concerned, but he smiled at the guest.
"Hello, David."
"Mind if I come in?" Kurt nodded at Karofsky, who inched his way through the door and stood near the end of the hospital bed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." Kurt smiled kindly.
"That's good." He was refusing to make full eye contact with either of the boys and Blaine knew what was coming next. It was either a restraining order or a lawsuit. He decided to man up and turn to Karofsky.
"Dave, I'm so—"
"Hey. Just…Just let me talk first, okay?" Blaine snapped his mouth shut and nodded his head. Karofsky's demeanor seemed too peaceful. "I had no clue what you were talking about last week. The cops told me after they took you and that other guy away that I can press charges if I want."
Kurt inhaled, and Blaine lowered his head. It would not look good if he got sued for starting a fistfight without provocation. "And are you going to press charges?" Kurt looked him in the eye. He was not afraid to talk business. Any fear he may have had for the bully in high school was completely gone.
"I thought about it. I didn't really know who he was at first, then I kept hearing the name and knew it sounded familiar. I realized if he was a rockstar, I could probably sue him for a lot of money."
Blaine just tilted his head back and squeezed his palms together. "But…" They both looked over at Karofsky surprised. "I figured he'd already been punished enough. I could tell he was stressed and after everything went down I found out that Kurt was in the hospital in a coma. I recall not too long ago being in the hospital in a coma myself. I remember Kurt being there for me even though I really didn't deserve it."
"Don't say that David."
"Blaine Anderson, you're an idiot." Blaine winced at the harshness of the statement. Karofsky laughed, "But you were just trying to protect your fiancé and I guess that's good. So, I am not going to press charges."
Kurt smiled and Blaine let out a stream of air.
"Thank you. I'm sorry I went off. I was exhausted and stressed and stupid."
"It's no problem." Karofsky laughed, "That guy I was talking to when you came up and attacked me. He…uh… asked me out on a date after because he thought I was a good guy for not kicking your ass right there."
Blaine laughed with him. Kurt nodded at him, he was proud the confusion was gone for his old bully. Though he still had horrible memories, it was nice to see that David was done making other people's lives hellish.
"Seriously though. Thank you." Blaine nodded and took Kurt's hand in his without even thinking about it.
Karofsky grinned at Kurt, "Kurt deserves to be happy. A lawsuit with his fiancé would just cause problems and I think I've given Kurt enough problems in his life. I hope you guys find happiness." He backed out of the room awkwardly and both of them laughed and breathed when he was gone.
"I thought I was about to have to pay thousands in hush money."
"I thought he was about to kick your ass." Kurt laughed looking at Blaine who had the offended look of someone that would go into a knife fight with only their fists just to prove they could still win.
"I'm sorry that I got drunk and violent, thinking it would avenge you or something." Blaine looked sheepishly down at the muted green and white tiles on the ground.
"Why did you go to Scandals after you left here last week?"
Blaine was silent. He had turned over the very question in his head many times since that day. "I don't really know." He looked around the room at all the medical equipment. "I guess I thought that getting drunk would help me forget that you were here, and it was all my fault."
"It wasn't your fault, Blaine."
"I brought you into this mess."
"Blaine, we've been through this before. We don't need to keep rehashing it. I love you and that means that no matter how crazy it is, I will be a part of your life. Your circumstances aren't your fault. You are a musician, you have zero control over the people that listen to your music and quite frankly the people in your life." Kurt put a hand on Blaine's cheek. "Don't think that if I'm not here for you, you need to revert back."
"I felt like my father when it happened. I was buzzed, and I almost blacked out as I was punching Sebastian. His face after…it looked like mine had." Blaine stated it softly. Each day that he thought about it, he regretted what he had done even more. "I just feel so messed up. Am I going to keep going back to the same thing every time? Drinking when I have a problem and attacking people that interfere with my life?"
Kurt slid a hand through Blaine's fingers and Blaine squeezed them tight and took a deep breath in.
"You are the best thing in my life, Kurt Hummel." They stared at each other until they were breathing hot breaths against the other's lips.
There was a knock at the door, and they pulled back so they were still holding hands but not pressing their faces together.
"Kurt and Blaine, good news!" Their favorite nurse came in and smiled. "It's time to leave."
Kurt grinned and Blaine stood up and hugged the nurse, she laughed surprised.
"Thank you for everything." He whispered and she patted his back and pushed him toward Kurt's bed. She turned toward the door and they followed suit.
Another nurse came in with a bundle of balloons. A third nurse came in laughing and handed Kurt a disk.
"What's this?"
"We convinced the security desk to give us a copy of the footage of Blaine breaking into the hospital. We thought you guys would want it." Kurt took it and looked over at Blaine, whose face was bright red.
"Don't worry Mr. Anderson. Only half the staff have copies." The nurse grinned at him and he smiled.
The last person to walk in was a doctor from the pediatrics ward, "Your presence has been requested in the pediatrics wing." He smiled at both men. Blaine and one of the nurses helped Kurt out of the bed and Kurt kept his arm looped through Blaine's as they followed the doctor.
When they made it back to the kids ward in the lobby/play area, there was a small group of some of the kids they had sang with earlier in the day.
"We heard you got to leave today, we're not ready yet, but we wanted to show you before you left." A young girl stood at the front of the group. They had pushed everything out of a little nook. A boy in the back had drumsticks and a wooden table in front of him. A girl to the left had a recorder and the boy on the right had a child's play piano.
Blaine turned into Kurt and smiled.
"We are the Chemo Monkeys and this is rock and roll." The boy at the piano said. The drummer counted off and they all smashed on their instruments as the girl in front took up vocals. Blaine raised an eyebrow at the girl's lyrics. Though the noise in the background didn't do them much justice, they were well written.
After a few minutes of the noise, they all stopped by their own accord. They made goofy poses as the nursing staff, Kurt, and Blaine applauded and shouted. Blaine ran up and pulled them all in for a group hug.
"You guys are awesome. Someday I'm going to have the Chemo Monkeys open my concerts."
"Someday you'll be opening for the Chemo Monkeys." The piano man shouted, and Blaine started cracking up.
"Yeah buddy, someday." They giggled and high fived.
Kurt turned to the doctor who was standing with his arms folded and a weak smile. "Are there others that want to learn music?"
"These four were the first to show an interest, but I believe a few others would benefit from having something new to do and focus on."
"How would you like some instruments and volunteers to teach them?"
"We would be forever grateful. We are always looking for new ways to make the hospital a nicer place for our patients both short term and long."
"Hey." Blaine jogged over, out of breath from running around with the band. He looked up at the doctor. "These kids are awesome, but they could really use some actual instruments. I would love to donate some, is that something the hospital would be okay with?"
The doctor chuckled and looked over at Kurt, "You guys are perfect for each other."
"What?" Blaine eyed them as they chuckled at him.
"I was just saying the same thing. I think Mr. Schue's students would benefit greatly from teaching some of the kids the instruments."
"Awesome. It's settled. My manager will be in contact with you."
"I'm glad you guys are so involved in the lives of those around you. You've really given these kids hope." He grinned and shook each of their hands. "Blaine, thank you. Kurt, I hope you are feeling better and thank you as well." He walked off, ushering the kids back to their rooms for dinner.
The nurses that were still with them, guided Kurt and Blaine all the way to the front door of the hospital, they handed them all the gifts that had gotten them, and Kurt thanked them all before heading out the door. Blaine stayed an extra moment to thank them again and got a little misty eyed as he hugged the nurse that had been there that first night.
"Thank you so much. I will always remember what you did for my fiancé and me."
"Does that mean I can get a free backstage pass to one of your concerts?" She chuckled as Blaine pulled back, "I'm just messing with you, Blaine it's no problem. It's my job."
"You did far beyond what you get paid for. My concert in New York is in a week. I will send passes addressed to you to the hospital. Please come."
"I was joking." She laughed incredulously at him.
"I wasn't."
"You really are devoted."
Blaine smiled and waved as he followed Kurt out. "Hope to see you soon."