Take All Of Me

Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Side characters: Quinn Fabray, Dr. Warren, Eva, Yvonne & Jason Anderson (Blaine's parents), Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Thad, Nick Duval, Jeff Sterling
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: M
Summary: When 28-year old Blaine Anderson, a former US army soldier, finds himself stuck in Burke Rehabilitation Hospital, he's sure his trauma will slow down his recovery, but then he meets an angel in human form.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. Also, there are two minor character deaths in this story. It's not Klaine, I promise, but I wanted to warn you nonetheless.

Chapter 2 - "When I Take A Look At My Life."

It was dark and Blaine walked on his two legs, which was slightly weird, but he tried not to read too much into it. He couldn't see much, but in the distance he saw two tiny dots, lighting up ever few seconds. It looked pretty and Blaine knew he wanted to go there.

Suddenly his right lower leg disappeared and with a shout, he fell on the ground, his left foot stuck in the mud on the ground… Since when was there mud in the hospital?

He felt his foot sink into the ground further, when suddenly he saw someone in the corner of his eye. Heart high in his throat, he tried calling the person over, but they couldn't hear him.

Hissing, he tried pulling his foot out of the ground as it became harder and harder to move, as also his stump was now sinking. The person moved closer to him, his mouth moving, but Blaine couldn't understand a word he was saying.

He gasped for air as the face of the person lighted up. It was Kurt! He looked like an angel, all dressed in white, complete with feathery wings growing out of his shoulders.

When angel Kurt had reached him, he tried pulling Blaine out of the mud, but there was no movement possible.

"I'm sorry," Kurt mouthed, but no sound came from his lips and he jumped up again, as a loud 'bang' bellowed through the darkness, making the ground shake. Kurt ran away, but he was blown into the air by a loud explosion, light flashing everywhere…

"No!"

Blaine shot up in his bed, panting heavily as tears streamed down his face. He placed two hands on his chest and tried calming himself down, but it had all looked too real…

He pushed the alarm button next to his bed as he felt his lungs work overtime to provide him with oxygen.

It felt like it took a life time before Sam, the evening and night shift nurse, was next to his bed. He felt two hands on his shoulders, grounding him and bringing him back to earth. It had felt like he was floating, not really in the present.

"Blaine, close your mouth and breathe in deep through your nose. Follow my lead," Sam spoke softly as he forced Blaine to look at him with both hands on his face. He breathed in deeply, feeling the oxygen flow through his nose into his lungs. "Now, hold it for a few seconds. And then blow out through your mouth."

Blaine copied Sam and after the tenth repetition, he felt his shallow breathing slow down and his heart went back to beating normally. He fell down into the mattress, feeling exhausted.

"Is Kurt okay?" He whined, not even aware Sam probably didn't even know Kurt and he had no idea what he was talking about.

Sam placed his hand on Blaine's and squeezed to let him know he was supported.

"Yes, Blaine, Kurt is fine… Are you comfortable, do you need anything? A drink? Some sleeping medication?"

"Some water would be nice," Blaine said shyly as he closed his eyes, willing himself to truly calm down after a lifelike nightmare.

"Ofcourse, Blaine," and Sam moved away for a little while to get a glass. He filled it up with water from the tap in the bathroom and gave it to Blaine, who downed it in two seconds.

"Thank you, Sam…"

"Do you wanna talk about it?" The nurse asked kindly, as he sat down on the chair next to Blaine's bed. "I'm here for you."

"It was another weird decomposition of the explosion back in Afghanistan… Only Kurt, the Broadway singer who performed for me yesterday afternoon, was there. He got blown up." Blaine felt his eyes go watery and he brushed it away furiously.

"It's okay to cry, Blaine." Sam's soft voice sounded friendly and Blaine tried to focus merely on Sam's face, which showed kindness.

"Can you promise me Kurt is okay?" Blaine asked again, not even thinking about the fact Sam had probably no idea how to contact the poor guy. And besides, it was in the middle of the night.

"You know what? Kurt is a friend of mine. I'll call him up when it's a reasonable time to ask. I'll report it to Quinn, who will come and tell you this morning when she readies you for physical therapy. I don't want to bother him right now. The man is keen on his beauty sleep."

Blaine nodded as his eyes fluttered close once more. It proved harder and harder to push back his fatigue to talk with Sam. "Thank you, Sam…"

"Have a good night, Blaine. If you do want those sleeping pills, don't hesitate to call me again, okay?" And with another friendly touch of the hand, Sam then disappeared through the door, on his way to another patient.


Blaine woke up for the second time that night, only now it was already light outside. He peeked on the clock on his night stand. 7am. A reasonable time as he groaned and sat himself up with help of the remote.

He felt sticky everywhere and he desperately needed a shower or even a wash. He had no clue how things like that worked around here, but he was sure someone would come over soon to assist him. It worked like that in the army hospital, where Tina, and sometimes someone else, had helped him get clean. It was one side of the nursing job, but it still felt weird to Blaine to show his body off like that.

He decided to wait until Quinn, or some other nurse, would come over, figuring it would be annoying if he would push the alarm just because he needed something he was going to get anyways.

At around 8am, when he had read another chapter of The Hobbit, he heard a knock on his door. Quinn's head peaked through the gap, a bright smile already present there, besides it only being 8 in the morning.

"Good morning, Blaine! How are you? Did you sleep okay?" Quinn asked, as she moved inside the room and closed the door, turning the lock, so no other people would bother them during something very intimate.

"It was okay…" Blaine mumbled as he put his book away. "I had a nightmare, but Sam was with me to calm me down. He was great. That reminds me… He promised me to ask if Kurt was fine. He… something happened to him in my nightmare and it had felt so scarily real."

"I told you Sam's amazing!" Quinn said and winked into Blaine's direction. "As for Kurt. He's absolutely fine. He was a bit flustered when Sam called him at 7 in the morning, but he's an early riser. He also asked us to tell you he will come and visit you again tomorrow, if you're up to it."

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, always wanting to see more of this angel on earth.

"What do you wanna wear today?" Quinn then asked as she walked towards the closet, opening it.

Blaine shrugged. "Doesn't really matter. Those clothes all look almost the same. I'll make sure to call my mom today and ask if she wants to ship over my wardrobe from the apartment in New York. Those clothes are my real style. This is only because it was easy to wear these kinds of clothes during my job at the army."

Quinn pulled out a light blue shirt with black jeans and a new pair of underwear. She put it on the chair next to Blaine's bed. "Do you want to go to the bathroom to freshen up?"

"Yes, please," Blaine answered. "I desperately need to pee," he added shyly.

Quinn nodded as she grabbed the turntable again and she helped Blaine to the toilet. Blaine let out a big sigh when he sat down and emptied his bladder, not being able to wait until Quinn was out of the room.

"I'm so sorry." Blaine blushed.

"Don't worry, Blaine, we all need to pee."

"Yeah…" Blaine mumbled and stared at his right leg, the amputated one, the stump, the weird looking thing hanging from his body. It still felt hard to accept this would be there forever now, instead of a nice-looking, musculed leg.

Quinn came back with two fluffy-looking towels and the clean set of clothes. "You wanna take a shower this morning?"

A shower tasted like nectar in his mouth. He hadn't had a proper one in a few weeks. "Is there time for one?" He asked back with an excited sparkle in his eyes.

"Ofcourse, Blaine," Quinn replied softly, kindly as she wheeled him over to the plastic shower chair, sitting him down. Blaine shrieked as his bare butt touched the cold plastic, making both him and the nurse laugh.

"Sorry, Blaine, I should have warmed it up first." Quinn grinned as she removed his sleep shirt, putting it in the laundry basket.

"It's fine, Quinn…"

"I'm gonna turn on the shower now. It takes a while for it to get warm, so I'm sorry in advance," Quinn warned, as she took the shower head in one hand and turned it on, feeling with her other hand underneath it to feel if it had the right temperature.

Blaine had his eyes closed when he heard Quinn's soft voice announcing she was gonna wet him. He felt the warm water hit his back and it ran all the way down his butt and legs. A moan escaped his lips and he blushed a deep shade of red.

"Don't worry about it, Blaine. It must have been a while."

The ex-soldier nodded his head. "Yeah, it's been a few weeks. Can we maybe wash my hair aswell?"

"Sure thing," Quinn answered chipperly as she moved the spray of water above his head, warning Blaine to close his eyes to not get water in his eyes.

They moved quickly and efficiently and Blaine thought about the fact that it wouldn't be so bad to have Quinn help him every morning. But sadly, Quinn wouldn't be there every morning, so he had to suck it up and let other nurses help him too.

"I can't thank you enough, Quinn," Blaine said, bowing his head as Quinn helped him sit down in his wheelchair. His hair was fluffy and very curly and Blaine already couldn't wait to tame it down some more. All his years of working at the army, he hadn't had the chance to gel it down very often. It was one of the few things he wouldn't miss about being in the army.

"You're very much welcome, Blaine. I'll get you breakfast and after that it's time for physical therapy with Eva. I'll let her know it'll be another 15 minutes. Do you want some preventive pain medication? I'm sure your stump and other parts of your body will start to hurt during your therapy."

"That sounds like a good idea," Blaine nodded as he wheeled himself towards the window, where he saw several healthcare professionals arrive at the hospital to start their day.

After a few minutes, Quinn returned with a tray with breakfast. She placed it on the table, together with a cup of coffee, a glass of water and a little cup holding two tablets.

"Normally you can have breakfast with other patients in the cafetaria, but it's very close to your therapy appointment now, so you can eat in your room. I'll introduce you to everyone this afternoon at lunch, okay?"

"Yes, thanks, Quinn," Blaine spoke earnestly and moved himself to the table, where he found eggs on toast, his stomach rumbling at seeing and smelling the food.

"Enjoy breakfast and good luck with your therapy. See you soon!" With those words, the nurse was moving away and Blaine spotted her going into another room, closing the door behind her.

He was really glad to have all these kind people around him. He was sure it would make his stay in Burke that much easier. He had yet to experience Eva when she was working with him instead of just talking to him. Also, he had no idea who his psychologist would be, but he figured he would find out soon.

He quickly ate his breakfast and took his medication when he saw 9am fast approaching and when he had just swallowed his last bite, he heard a knock on his door. He turned around his wheelchair and went over to the door, opening it himself.

"Good morning, Blaine!" Eva said, surprised by Blaine's kind gesture. "How are you today?"

"I'm fine, thanks, Eva," Blaine said back. "Eager to get to work."

"That's what I like to hear. I want to have your therapy this morning in your room. This afternoon we'll move to the physio room, where I have special equipment to help you. I talked to Dr. Warren and we decided we'll practice twice a day with you, just so it will all move a little quicker, okay?"

"Sounds superb!" Blaine exclaimed, glad he had something to look forward to.

"Okay, so first, I want to practice standing up. Standing up will help strenghten your upper body as well as it will give you some freedom as soon as you can also turn around by yourself, to go to the toilet by yourself for example. It should be a great first step."

Blaine nodded eagerly as he stared at Eva, waiting for her first instructions.

"Okay," Eva started as she took the turntable and placed it the same way Quinn had used it with him. "You know how it works, right?" Eva looked pleased as Blaine nodded and showed her the movement. Within a few seconds he held the upper bar of the medical device as Eva gave him the thumbs up.

"That's not the hardest part, but well done, Blaine. Now we're gonna try standing up. I'll give you a little boost, just like the nurses probably did to help you up, right?"

Blaine nodded again and furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing the bar tightly as he worked his muscles into pulling him up.

"Blaine, Blaine, easy. Don't tire yourself out…" Eva stopped him with a soft touch on his left arm and he dropped his arms, already disappointed in himself.

"Don't be angry at yourself, it's only day one."

Blaine closed his eyes, a single tear rolling over his cheek as he dropped his head. "It's just so hard to have this kind of thing happened to me."

"Blaine," Eva said softly and kneeled down, so she was at eye level with Blaine, leaning her arms on the side of the wheelchair. "I get it. Your life has changed so much in the last month… Let's pause standing up for a little bit and train your arm strength, I'm sure that will help with standing up in the future. I'll also have a talk with Dr. Warren to make sure you have your first appointment with the psychologist sooner than later."

"That sounds good," Blaine choked out as he wiped his tears away, his father's voice in the back of his mind. Also at the army, he had been taught to push back feelings until further notice. Ofcourse, in Afghanistan, he hadn't walked around with worries for that long, because his friends always noticed if he was stuck in his mind, overthinking everything.

It wasn't what he learned at home though. The coping mechanism in the Anderson household was… just pushing back all the things you were feeling until you were at boiling point and erupted like a volcano, spilling everything out. That's what had happened when Blaine had come out to his parents close to his 15th birthday. His father had yelled at him for 15 minutes until Blaine had managed to escape the house, still hearing his father yell, now blaming his mother for everything now their youngest son wasn't there anymore.

His mother had been quiet when he returned, shaking like a leaf and constantly looking at her husband, who sat at the table, sipping a whiskey, staring off into the distance.

"Being gay is a disgrace, Blaine Anderson," his father had spoken out venomly. "You will not speak of this when you're here. You won't take boys home. Understood?"

Blaine had nodded, feeling very small. The next day, when he had arrived at Dalton, the headmaster had called him into his office, announcing that from next week on, he was going to board at Dalton Academy.

Those three years had been the best of his life. Constantly being around his friends and fellow Warbler members, he had almost forgotten why he was here. He had almost forgotten the way his parents had acted.

But he would be reminded of their behaviour every weekend, when he was forced by his father to visit their mansion in the outskirts of Columbus. He hadn't called it home ever since he had started boarding at Dalton.

Their relationship, already so strained by Blaine's sexual orientation, had reached its lowest point when Blaine, close to his graduation at Dalton, had announced he would join the army.

His father had yelled he needed to go to university and learn a new skill. He had spit into his son's face how he found it hilarious he would join the army, because how well could a faggot perform there? Wasn't the whole point of being in the army to be a real man? And how could Blaine be a real man when he couldn't love women?

After no speaking to him for three days straight and even missing their son's graduation, his mother had come up to him at one point, when he was packing his stuff to spend a week away with his friends from Dalton and said they would let him go to the army.

Blaine had no idea how his mother had managed to talk some sense into his father, but he was glad he could go now. He spent the most wonderful time with his friends and future army buddies in Toledo.

They all signed up and got shipped off to California together, where they trained and lived and had the best time ever. Blaine never got any problems from other soldiers for being gay, since he had 5 best friends around him almost constantly.

He never made a secret about being gay, always wanting to be himself. He wasn't very popular and hadn't made a lot of friends outside his Dalton friends, but he hadn't cared.

After a year of intensive training, they had their first tour of duty to Afghanistan. It had been scary and he remembered Cooper wailing into the phone when he had informed him.

Then, the upcoming 10 years would contain of them flying in between the USA and Afghanistan, serving their duty and coming back to have some time off. Blaine never went home to his parents, always spending time with Cooper in Los Angeles.

The only conversations he had with his parents were when he would be in the hospital with minor injuries. It had always felt like an obligation to Blaine when they called to ask if he was alright. He was sure his father wanted to say "I told you so" constantly, but was held back by Blaine's tired voice and his mother's pleas in the background, to please be kind to their baby boy.

Now, after 10 years, he could say he had an amazing relationship with his brother and his 5, now 3 best friends, he reminded himself of, best friends. The relationship with his parents was almost non existent and he gave up impressing his father a long time ago.

"Blaine?" Eva spoke and placed a hand on his, bringing him back into reality. "You drifted off…"

"Oh," Blaine shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts about his family and focused back on Eva, who held two tiny dumbbells. "Sorry."

"No worries, Blaine… I want you to train with these dumbbells any chance you have. If you're watching television or you're resting in bed, but you're awake. Just hold them in your hand and move your arms up and down. I'm sure it's no strange thing for you. Your arms will get stronger and it will make it easier to stand up."

The ex-soldier nodded as he reached for the dumbbells. They weren't heavy, so it wouldn't be that much of a problem.

"Okay, and I want to give you some exercises to strenghten your core and your chest. You will have an advantage to have a strong upper body."

The next half an hour contained of Eva explaining and writing down the exercises he could do. Some could be done in bed, some could be done in the wheelchair and some could be done standing up.

"Do the standing up exercises when you're on the turntable. It doesn't have to be long. It can be when the nurse helps you to the toilet or to bed."

The paper written full of exercises made Blaine happy. Exercising was no strange thing to Blaine and it felt good to be able to do something that he had done so much of before.

When Eva left, Blaine's bladder screamed to be emptied and he called the nurse. Sadly, there was another nurse, less kind, but still good at her job, who helped him going to the toilet.

The morning turned into afternoon as he did his exercises in the chair and he watched some television, but he concluded watching television during the day sucked. There were only reruns of some sort.

As one o'clock rolled around, Quinn's head appeared from behind the door. "Hello Blaine!"

Blaine looked up, putting his dumbbells on the nearest surface, smiling back brightly. "Hey, Quinn!"

"Are you ready for lunch? I'll introduce you to the other patients, you've been in this room for way too long."

Agreeing silently, he let himself get driven towards the common room, where 9 other people, almost all in a wheelchair were already sat at three different tables.

Blaine, never the shy one, smiled at all of them and waved. "Hello, everyone, I'm Blaine."

He was met with 9 excited people who all called out their name at the same time. Blaine laughed and decided he would meet up with every one of them at some point.

Wheeling himself over to an empty space, he was seated at a table with a young girl, who couldn't be older than 18, who watched him curiously.

"Hello," Blaine tried carefully and he got rewarded with a watery smile.

"I'm Destiny," the girl said and pointed at her left arm, which was wrapped inside a bandage. "I lost three fingers when I was sawing in the woods. What about you?"

Blaine was shocked by her forwardness. "Is that how things go around here?" He laughed nervously as he looked around, the cafetaria lady over at another table to start passing around lunch.

"Oh, sorry… Um, people always ask me what happened, so I figured…" Destiny trailed off as she grabbed the knife with her left hand and started playing with it nervously, not looking Blaine in the eyes anymore.

"I'm sorry aswell," Blaine answered truthfully. "I'm not used to this environment yet. I arrived yesterday."

"It's okay, Blaine. We were all new here at some point," an older man at the table exclaimed, as he pulled himself closer to the table in his wheelchair. "You don't have to tell us anything."

Blaine felt a bit awkward throughout lunch, while Destiny and the older man were chatting animatedly. The ex-soldier was content just listening and eating his veggie omelet.

After half an hour, he decided it was enough. He needed peace and quiet and all the voices around him made him tired. He excused himself, rolling himself away from the table and pushed his wheelchair over to his room, where he sighed contently as he closed the door.

The afternoon passed without any big incidents, but one flashback to the explosion, where he had to call Quinn and help her calm him down. He decided to rest a bit in bed, concluding he wasn't strong enough to be sitting in a wheelchair the whole day.

Evening rolled around as Blaine got his dinner in his room, provided by Sam, who looked just as chipper as the night before.

"Hey, Blaine!" Sam said as he entered the room. "I'm here for the rest of the evening and the night. Maybe we can play a game if I'm not called off all the time?" He placed Blaine's dinner on the table and rolled it over Blaine's bed, who nodded back at him thankfully.

"Great! I haven't played anything in a while. I used to play a lot of games with my army buddies…" Blaine trailed off as he sadly thought about his two deceased friends, but also his three still alive friends, who got paid leave after the accident to clear their heads. He had hoped they would visit him, but he guessed they didn't know where he was.

His cell phone had lay untouched on his bedside table, not wanting to be bothered with 'get well soon' and 'thinking about you' messages just yet. He knew he couldn't avoid it forever.

"Okay, eat your dinner and when I have some peace and quiet, I will come over and kick your ass at yathzee!" Sam exclaimed as he moved away from Blaine again, probably off to the next patient.

"Oh, it's on!" Blaine narrowed his eyes in a playful way and when Sam had left, he started eating his dinner. Pasta carbonara with a side salad. All the food had been amazing so far and Blaine wondered if his parents paid extra to have better food. He wouldn't be surprised if they did.

After dinner, he took a big gulp of air and grabbed his phone, turning it on. For 10 minutes, one notification after the next appeared on his home screen and Blaine had to put away his phone for a bit not to get dizzy.

The first notifications he opened were from David, Wes and Thad, wondering where he was and if they could come and visit him. He sent them a short message back with the name of the hospital and if they were able to come, he would love nothing more.

The second notification were 10 missed calls from his brother. He decided not to worry him even more and call him back.

"Blaine?" Cooper answered the phone, sounding panicked and out of breath.

"Coop?" Blaine answered back, on the verge of tears, swallowing them away. "Hey brother."

"Oh, I'm so glad you called! How are you? You're at Burke's now, right? I spoke to mom and dad and they… provided the information to me."

"Yeah, I'm as okay as I can be… I have a lot of physical therapy and I will have my first appointment with a psychologist tomorrow… To talk about everything."

"That sounds good, right? You should talk about everything…"

"Yeah. Where are you now?" Blaine furrowed his eyebrows as he heard a lot of screaming in the background.

"Um, sorry… I'm on set, I will film my last scene tonight and tomorrow I will catch a flight to New York to see you, little brother."

Blaine couldn't hold back his tears now. He really missed Cooper. "That sounds amazing, can't wait to see you."

"Me neither, squirt. Um, speak to you soon, yeah? I will need to go back. The crew is already glaring at me dangerously."

Blaine laughed softly. "Okay, go be amazing. See you soon."

"Bye, little brother," and with a click Cooper hung up the phone. Blaine ran his hands through his curls and laid his head down on the pillow, already dreading taking care of the next pair of notifications.

"Yvonne Anderson speaking…"

"Mom, hi, it's me. I keep telling you to save my contact in your phone so you see who's calling…"

"Hello, Blaine. How's physical therapy going?"

"Good evening to you too, mother," Blaine sighed as he felt a headache coming up. He always got some kind of physical discomfort when talking to his parents.

"Yes, hi, Blaine. Again, how's physical therapy?"

"It's fine, mother. We're practising standing up, but first I need to strenghten my arms and upper body, so I got some exercises from Eva, the physiotherapist."

"You will do the exercises, right?"

"Ofcourse, mother, I want to get out of here as quickly as possible."

"Good, how's the food?"

"It's splendid."

"We thought it would be important to send you somewhere with great food."

"Yeah, thanks… Um, well, I have a question."

"Okay, Blaine, but make it quick. Your father just came home and we haven't had dinner yet."

"Sure, mom. Um, is there any way you could ship over some of my clothes from the New York apartment over to Burke's? I would love to wear anything else than the clothes I wore in the army."

He could just feel his mother judging him through the phone and Blaine tried not to groan out loud at the headache getting worse.

"Ofcourse, dear. I'll make sure it's done. Anything else?"

The petname had thrown Blaine off slightly, but he knew his mother hadn't meant anything by it. "Um, no, that will be all. Say 'hi' to dad for me, please."

"Will do," and without as much as a goodbye, Yvonne Anderson hung up the phone.

Blaine pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud groan, now able to do so.

Sam stuck his head around the door, looking at their newest patient worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"Are you always just around the corner? I feel like every time I make a sound, you are there," Blaine laughed, staring at his hands and playing with his phone.

"Welcome to a nurse's life!" Sam exclaimed as he winked, making Blaine feel funny inside. He was handsome, Blaine gave Sam that, but he didn't want to complicate anything by developing a crush on one of the nurses. Besides, his head was full of the angel named Kurt.

"Could I get some painkillers?" Blaine asked, his head wasn't able to get rid of the head ache by itself and also his stump was starting to hurt a little, so he figured he should swallow some pills before the pain would be too bad.

"Sure thing, Blaine!" Sam gave him the thumbs up as he moved away to the medication room, a slight skip in his step.

Blaine was once again left alone with his thoughts and it was a dangerous thing. Not able to direct his thoughts to something happy, he was surrounded by darkness and saw his two deceased friends smiling brightly at him.

"Nick… Jeff…" Blaine mumbled as his eyes fell close.

"We miss you, Blainers," the two men spoke at the same time as they reached their hands for him.

"I miss you too, guys." Blaine felt his cheeks wetten by tears as he was brought back to reality, a very short trip into his mind, which he was glad about. He didn't like being away like that.