Take All Of Me

Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Side characters: Quinn Fabray, Sam Evans, Cooper Anderson, Dr. Warren, Eva, Yvonne & Jackson Anderson (Blaine's parents), Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Thad, mentions of Nick Duval, mentions of 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.

Something went wrong. The last chapter was cut off rather abruptly and I only noticed a few days ago. I had written an end to it better than the one currently in the chapter, but for some weird reason it got lost and I have no idea why. So, this chapter starts right behind the events of the last part of the last chapter. If it makes sense to you.

Without further ado, enjoy chapter 3.

Chapter 3 - "I Watched The World Fall From Your Eyes."

Sam returned with the promised pain killers a few minutes later. Blaine took them thankfully, swallowing a whole cup of water and shuddered. He was still very bad at swallowing pills.

The two of them continued talking for a little while, until Sam had to go back to work, leaving Blaine alone.

Alone… It scared the crap out of Blaine to be alone. While he was in the army he didn't mind to be alone once in a while. Being around tough young men all the time was getting tiring at some point, even though Blaine was gay and shouldn't be bothered to be around good looking soldiers.

He had often found himself catching up on a book when he would have 30 minutes to himself, before he was found by one of his squad mates, who would pull him off the bed and take him to the common room, where they would do a round of pool or drink beer when they were off duty.

It made his heart sting to think about his squad. The Dalton boys were forever broken. Blaine would never return to active duty in the army and Nick and Jeff were gone by that stupid IED. Wes, David and Thad were still in the army and Blaine knew they would continue to serve until it was physically impossible or… until death would take them.

Blaine felt a heavy shake run through his whole body and he closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath, but finding his throat clogged up. He tried swallowing it off, but the uncomfortable feeling stayed, while he slid down the mattress, still shaking.

Blindly, he found the alarm button and pushed it, while the shaking intensified and he heard a shout coming from the door opening before darkness overtook him.

The first thing he saw in front of him was Kurt. Angel Kurt again with white wings and clothes stood facing away from Blaine, staring off into the distance.

Blaine joined him, placing a hand on his shoulder, but he could feel nothing solid. His hand fell through where Kurt's body should be. The young boy didn't even look up or startled by Blaine joining his side and continued staring. Blaine looked into the horizon aswell and gasped when the sky was painted a bright red. It looked like blood was dripping onto the ground, like heavy rain.

He yelled out, trying to shake Kurt, to make him see, to make him react, but Kurt was frozen on the spot and Blaine's body started sinking into the ground. He noticed then he had two full legs and he cried, gasping for air heavily.

"Blaine!"

A voice in the distance. Beeps. Shaking. Shocks. His body flying upwards and landing back on something soft. His shallow breath. Something cold on his chest.

A mask was pulled over his face and suddenly it was easier to breathe and he returned with a loud gasp and wide eyes, his sight still blurry.

"W…what?" He tried saying, but his throat decided to produce no sound and he frowned, feeling a pressure on the side of his head.

"Welcome back, Blaine…" Sam whispered as he, an unknown nurse and Dr. Warren were all standing around his bed, putting away stuff that looked scary. "You slipped into shock."

Blaine tried clearing his throat, but it was difficult because of the oxygen mask currently around his face, but it made him breathe easier, as his lungs were filled with clean air again, which felt amazing to Blaine.

"I…" he tried again, but his voice was still gone and he shrugged helplessly, staring at Sam, the one he trusted the most together with Quinn, to seak for a little guidance.

"I get that you're scared, Blaine. We will take good care of you. No worries. We'll leave you on oxygen for some time and keep monitoring you and when you're able to breathe by yourself, we will remove it."

Blaine nodded and closed his eyes. He was suddenly so tired, but he was shaken awake by Sam's gentle hand on his shoulder. "Hey, we don't want you going to sleep just yet, just in case you will slip into another shock. Just stay with us for a moment while we make sure the shock didn't damage you."

The ex-soldier nodded again and opened his eyes wide, staring off into the distance, while Sam, the other nurse and Dr. Warren were softly talking, taking his vitals and checking his pupils for damage.

After they had found none and Blaine was comfortable with the extra oxygen provided, Sam dismissed the other nurse, while Dr. Warren had already gone off to another patient. Blaine felt his eyes wetten as Sam pulled a chair to the bed, sitting down next to him.

"Hey buddy, that must have been scary. We're here for you. I know you can't really talk right now. I'll come back in an hour's time to see if you still need the oxygen. If there's anything wrong in the mean time, don't hesitate and push the alarm button."

Blaine moved his hand towards Sam's shoulder, squeezed and gave him a short nod.

"Okay, Blaine. You can go to sleep now. It's fine."

The curly-haired man closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through the oxygen mask and fell asleep, away from nightmares and horrifying images.


When Blaine woke up, he was slightly desorientated. He felt around his face, but he could find no oxygen mask anymore. Sam must have put it off while he was sleeping.

Blaine stretched his arms, feeling the muscles in his arm crack under the pressure and he sighed, relieved he had slept without any dark dreams or pictures of Kurt as an angel. While he would love to see Kurt in his dreams, he only wanted him there if it would be a happy one.

He watched the sun stream through the open crack in the curtain and then watched the time, concluding it must have been morning already. Groaning, he sat himself up in his bed and waited until one of the nurses would come up and help him get dressed.

After he had help cleaning himself up and eaten breakfast, a young woman, not older than thirty stepped into his room, revealing herself with a soft knock on the door.

"Mr. Anderson?" She spoke with a low voice as she walked further into his room. Blaine was sitting at the window in his wheelchair, but when he heard someone enter, he wheeled himself around.

"I'm Marley Rose, I'm the psychologist here at Burke's. I hope you didn't forget our appointment."

Blaine shook his head as he moved himself towards Dr. Rose, extending his hand. "Hello, Dr. Rose. I'm Blaine Anderson, but just call me Blaine." The way Dr. Rose had called him 'Mr. Anderson' had sent a shudder down his spine and he desperately wanted to get rid of it.

"That's fine, Blaine. You should feel comfortable. Can I sit down?"

Blaine nodded and Dr. Rose put down her notebook on the table and sat down. Blaine moved his wheelchair to the table aswell, sitting down at the other side of it, so they could look at each other over the table.

"I want to know how you feel," Dr. Rose started. "I know it's a hard question, but try to answer it truthfully and not what you think I might want to hear. I'm here to get your thoughts organized and to make you as comfortable with your new life as possible."

"Um…" Blaine mumbled as he looked down on the table, where his hands were resting, drumming a random rhythm, which he was always doing when he was nervous. He forced himself to stop. "Sorry." He smiled sheepishly and watched Dr. Rose, who stared back at him with soft eyes, no judgement. It made him relax slightly.

"I'm… as okay as I can be. I'm sad, because I lost two dear friends. I'm angry, because I will now be forever crippled. I'm scared for what the future will hold. I'm excited to see Kurt later today." Blaine blushed as the words came tumbling out of his mouth. Once he was talking, he couldn't really stop himself. It felt good to talk to someone who didn't know him, who wouldn't judge and who wouldn't tell someone about their talks.

Dr. Rose looked surprised at the mention of Kurt, but nodded and wrote something down on her piece of paper. Blaine didn't try to read it.

"That sounds like a lot of emotions currently running around your head, Blaine. Are you having trouble to sleep?"

"Yes… I'm having nightmares, flashbacks to the explosion… I went into shock yesterday evening and I slept like a baby afterwards, so maybe I need to get into shock more often to have a good night." Laughing nervously, he folded his lip in between his teeth, his gaze behind Dr. Rose fixated on the wall.

Dr. Rose frowned and scribbled something on her notepad again. "Okay, funny guy. Let's not do that, because with every shock you're experiencing, your body can be damaged, so let's find other ways for you to sleep better."

"Yeah, that sounds healthier," Blaine laughed and relaxed some more. If he could laugh with this therapist, he should be fine. It was also lovely Dr. Rose wasn't old, wrinkled and tried to stand above him. She treated him like an equal and he needed that.

Before Blaine knew it, an hour had passed and Dr. Rose stood up, her notepad resting on her belly, while she had her hands wrapped around it. "Thank you so much for your honesty, Blaine. Have fun with Kurt later today." She grinned as she winked at him. "I see you tomorrow, same time?"

"I'll be here!" Blaine joked and waved at her as a goodbye. When she had disappeared through the door, he slumped back into his chair, tired by the conversation they had had for the past hour. Reliving some memories had been hard, but he knew it was also necessary to talk about it to get over them.

Quinn slipped into his room 15 minutes later, while Blaine was sitting at the window, staring outside, trying to count the leaves floating down. He got stuck at one hundred and he hadn't managed to go on.

"Hey, Blaine!"

"Quinn!" Blaine turned around excitedly. "You're always working?"

Laughing, Quinn shook her head as she put a small cup down on his nightstand, moving closer to Blaine, standing next to him at the window, also looking outside. "No, that's the way I work. I always work four 12-hour shifts in a row and then I'll have three days off. It's perfect for me."

"Are you married?" Blaine asked curiously, but also warily, because he had no idea if Quinn would answer such a personal question.

"No… I'm single. I did have a relationship until recently though. But I'm fine!"

"Ofcourse you're fine, you look glowing." Blaine winked as Quinn giggled and retrieved the small cup from the night stand.

"I have some more pain killers for you. I had a talk with the doctor and he thinks you should have regular doses of them, so we can prevent the pain in your head and stump."

"That sounds good," Blaine agreed and swallowed the pills, scrunching up his nose as the bitter taste entered his throat. "God, I'll never be good at swallowing them."

Quinn giggled some more as she threw the empty cup in the trash can. "Lunch will be in an hour, will you join us into the common room?"

"Yes, please, this room is making me crazy, I think."

"I'll come pick you up!" And Quinn skipped out of the room, her phone calling her to some other patient, leaving Blaine alone yet again.

Blaine did have a productive morning. Just minutes after Quinn had been gone, Eva had stuck her head around the door and they had practiced some more. Blaine was getting stronger, especially in his arms and he had his first successful pull up on the turntable that morning, without help from Eva.

It had made him insanely proud, but it had also made him swallow tears away. Every time he was standing up, he could feel his stump hanging there, as sort of a weird tumor that didn't belong to be stuck to his body. It had been a beautiful leg once.

He figured he should talk to Dr. Rose about that feeling of extreme sadness and he made a mental note inside his head to tell her next day.

15 minutes after Eva had been gone, Quinn came back to walk him to lunch. Blaine asked Quinn if he could wheel himself down, so he could train the muscles in his upper arms. Quinn nodded enthusiastically as she talked to Blaine about Kurt's performance that afternoon.

Blaine's heart fluttered when Quinn mentioned Kurt. He had been so excited for Kurt to be back to perform some more. He wanted to see more of amazing Kurt and he also wanted to make sure he hadn't made Kurt up in his head. He prefered real Kurt to angel Kurt (whom he couldn't even touch), at any time.

"I'm excited," Blaine exclaimed, trying desperately not to show how enthusiastic he was feeling about it all.

"You wanna join us here? Or do you want me to ask if he will visit you in your room again?" Quinn asked as the two of them moved into the common room. Blaine sat down at the same table, spotting the same people around it as yesterday.

"I'll think about it, Quinn," Blaine answered as he nodded towards his table mates as a greeting, then proceeded to unfold the napkin and put it on his lap. He had been raised by Yvonne and Jackson Anderson after all. While they weren't thriving in the loving parents department, atleast they had taught him manners.

Blaine made some small talk with his table mates, trying desperately to ignore Destiny, who was staring at him with curious eyes. He guessed she still wanted to know what had happened to him. He wasn't ready to share it with them just yet, though.

He devoured his chicken salad, which had an amazing dressing. Blaine was sure he would dream about it for days, if he wouldn't be bugged by nightmares.

Soon, he had moved himself all the way to the end of the hallway, away from his room, where the nurses station was. He knocked on the counter shyly, seeing three heads turn around all at the same time, one of them being Quinn.

"Hey, Blaine. You have a question?" Quinn asked kindly, as she moved from behind the counter to have a proper conversation with the man in the wheelchair she had grown fond of in the last few days.

"Yeah, I was wondering if I could receive Kurt in my room again, I think I want to lay down, I'm rather tired." He yawned behind his fisted hand and laughed apologetically.

"Ofcourse, Blaine! Let me just finish up my lunch and I'll help you in bed, okay?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry for bothering you during lunch, I didn't know." Blaine felt a blush creep all the way up his ears and ducked his head down.

"It's fine, Blaine. I was almost done anyways, I'll be with you shortly."

"Thanks, Quinn," and Blaine wheeled himself back to his room, feeling his arms burn slightly after all the exercise they had gotten today. He released some air, suddenly feeling very tired and desperately needed to close his eyes. He did just that, feeling himself slip away.


"Blaine?"

Blaine mumbled and moved inside his wheelchair and opened his eyes wide, a sharp pain in the right side of his neck where he had been leaning against the palm of his hand.

"Sorry, I'm up," he chuckled as Quinn raised an eyebrow at him and laughed aswell, shaking her head. She then put the turntable in front of Blaine.

"Show me what you got, Blaine. I read Eva's report and you pulled yourself up this morning. Let's see if you can do it again."

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, wanting desperately to make nurse Quinn proud and wrapped his hands around the bar. His arms were shaking and he sighed frustratingly, dropping his arms in his lap again. "I'm sorry, I think I'm too tired. Can you give me a boost?"

"Ofcourse, Blaine," Quinn answered softly and wrapped a hand around his armpit, pulling him up slightly. Blaine pulled up and stood still, while Quinn turned the medical devide around, moving Blaine into his bed expertly.

"Thank you, Quinn," Blaine said tiredly, already closing his eyes and pulling the blanket over him.

"Sleep tight, Blaine. I'll make sure to wake you up before Kurt will visit you, so you can make yourself presentable." With a wink, Quinn left Blaine's room.

Blaine mumbled something back, but he had no idea if Quinn had understood, and he didn't really care either. He nuzzled his nose underneath the blanket and fell asleep immediately.


He woke up, disorientated, as he felt precious air getting squeezed out of his lungs. He yelped as he focused his sight on the person hugging him. When he realized who it was, he smiled brightly and hugged back, squeezing just as hard as his brother did to him.

"Coop," he exclaimed, sounding out of breath as Cooper pulled back.

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I couldn't help but to hug you. It's so good to see you, brother. I've missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Coop." Blaine closed his eyes as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye. "When did you get here?"

"Just now. I came straight here from the airport."

"I can smell that," Blaine laughed and scrunched up his nose.

"Hey! I traveled all the way from L.A. to be here with you. Stop mocking your brother," Cooper pouted and pulled the chair close to Blaine's bed, sitting down.

"Thanks, Cooper, for being here. Mom and dad haven't even visited yet…" Blaine swallowed and frowned, not even knowing how the absence of his parents could still affect him so much.

"Did you honestly think they would? They paid for this place and now they think it's all alright."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Blaine mumbled as he sat up in his bed, using the remote.

"Don't think about father and mother too much. You don't need more negativity in your life, Blaine."

"I'm afraid you're right again, big brother," Blaine chuckled softly as he took a sip from the water on his night stand, probably put there by a nurse when he was sleeping.

"I'm always right. Listen to your smart brother!" Cooper puffed up his chest as he looked around proudly, making Blaine chuckle even harder.

"Stop being ridiculous. Who pointed you into the right direction?"

"Oh, a very hot nurse named Quinn. Is she single?"

"Stop sexualizing the poor nurses here, Coop. They're all amazing and helping me so much."

"That wasn't my question!"

"Yeah, she's single. Only recently though, so don't pounce down on her. Maybe she's still getting over her last relationship."

"I'll behave like a gentleman."

"Ofcourse," Blaine said, rolling his eyes as he laughed. "But in all seriousness, Coop. I'm really glad you're here."

"Me too, lil bro!" Cooper exclaimed back and his face lit up as Quinn entered the room after a polite knock, blushing as she saw who was in the room with Blaine.

"Hi, Cooper," she said with a giggle and then turned her attention towards Blaine. "Kurt will be here in less than 30 minutes. You need to go to the toilet first?"

Blaine suddenly felt a pressure in his bladder and nodded quickly, not knoing how long he had held up. "Yes, that's sounds great. Um, Coop… You mind waiting in the hallway for a moment?"

"It's nothing I haven't seen before, bro!" Cooper exclaimed as he winked at Quinn, who looked flustered.

"Coop, please…" Blaine groaned, putting on his best pleading face as he stared at his brother.

"Okay, okay!" Cooper raised his hands up in surrender and moved outside, mumbling something under his breath that Blaine was happy not to catch. It would not have been nice words.

"Your brother is something," Quinn laughed as Cooper had closed the door behind him with a loud bang as she manoeuvred Blaine into the bathroom and helped him sit down on the toilet.

"Yeah, he is, but I also really love him. He's the best brother I could ever wish for."

Quinn smiled back at him as she moved out of the bathroom to give him some privacy.

Blaine emptied his bladder and something more which made him slightly embarrassed when Quinn returned to help him up again. Quinn reassured him by saying it was more than normal, but it made Blaine's ears turn red nonetheless.

Quinn helped Blaine getting ready to receive Kurt in his room, while Cooper was around him, asking constantly about this 'Kurt' guy and it made Blaine slightly annoyed. He was extremely happy Cooper was here, but he wished his brother had come a while later, so Blaine could have been alone with Kurt. Now Blaine didn't want to get rid of Cooper, because Cooper would take it personal and hold it over Blaine's head forever.

Blaine sighed as he ran his hands through his curls. He desperately wanted to tame down the curls, but his arms were also hurting so much from using them a lot today that he decided to leave the curls. Hopefully Kurt wouldn't be in shock too much.

"So, you're into this Kurt dude?" Cooper exclaimed loudly as Blaine rolled himself over to the window, staring outside. He was all done and now he could only wait.

"Coop, seriously, knock it off! I have only seen the man for a few minutes two days ago."

"That doesn't mean you can't like him already. He left some sort of impression behind, right?"

"Yes, ofcourse. He's very talented. He has an amazing voice, but that's to be expected from someone on Broadway."

"Blaine," Cooper said softly, as he kneeled down in front of Blaine's wheelchair, taking his brother's hand and squeezing it. "I know you've been lonely the past 15 years relationship-wise. I know mom and dad are the most ignorant people on the earth. That doesn't mean you can't appreciate someone based on their looks or their personality. It doesn't mean you immediately have to get married."

Blaine sighed and watched his intertwined hands on his lap, squeezing back. "I know…"

"So… What do you really think of him?" Cooper asked with sparkling eyes.

"I think he's amazing. He's my angel on earth." With those words, Blaine's cheeks coloured red and he coughed, pulling his hands away from Cooper's and turned around, nearly knocking Cooper off his feet.

"Hey! That's amazing, lil bro!" Cooper exclaimed as he flung his arms around his brother's shoulders.

"Please, Coop, tone it down. I won't do anything about my feelings, though."

Cooper's eyebrows shut up into his hairline as he looked shocked. "Why not?"

Huffing, Blaine turned around again, staring at his brother with a disbelieving look in his eyes. "Why do you think? I'm a cripple now! I'm an ex army dude who can't sleep without constantly having nightmares! I am scarred for life, Coop! How can I drag someone into my life when it's so broken?"

Cooper winced as he saw the anger flash in Blaine's eyes and his face turned sad. "I'm sorry you think about yourself that way…"

"It is the truth! Even if Kurt would like me back, it's not like I can date him! I can't expect him to dedicate his life to a person like me…"

"You're selling yourself short, Blaine. You're a wonderful man. You're strong, you've been able to distance yourself from our parents, which says a lot about your strength. You have nice muscles, probably because of your army life the past 10 years…"

"I also miss half of my right leg, Coop!" Blaine sneered. "Who would be attracted to a man with only half a leg?"

"A lot of people, Blaine… There are tons of stories from people who are in similar situations as you, who have a loving husband or wife and even children by their side."

Blaine let his head hang as he shook his head sadly. "I'm sure it's possible, Coop. Just not for me."

Cooper pushed himself away from the wall he was leaning against and moved to the door. "I need to get some air…"

Blaine groaned and buried his head in his hands. Just then he heard a gentle knock on his door, revealing Kurt in yet another stunning outfit.

"Hi, Blaine! Is Cooper Anderson your brother?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Kurt, I'm sorry…"

Blaine didn't miss the pain crossing Kurt's face and he hated the fact he put it there. "Oh, um, okay. That's fine!" Kurt was an amazing actor, because within seconds, he had a beautiful bright smile around his lips and moved inside. "Do you want to hear another song, Blaine?"

"Yes, please," Blaine chocked out and petted on the fold out chair. "Sit down if you'd like."

"I rather stand when I'm singing. That way I can push more air out of my lungs," Kurt explained and watched Blaine carefully. He was even more sad and broken than last time they had met.

"That makes sense." Blaine nodded and looked up at Kurt. His hair was swept back in an amazing way and his skinny jeans hugged his hips in just the right way. Blaine felt his mouth water, but he quickly shook it off. Now was not the time to be pleasantly bothered by Kurt's appearance.

"Do you have a request?" Kurt then asked, as he put down his bag.

"Um, I know it's a duet, but can you sing 'If I Could Tell Her'? Maybe just the Ben Platt parts? I would be forever grateful."

Kurt nodded, a tiny smile on his face as he searched for the right music on his phone, putting it down on the table next to him. He took a deep breath and Blaine couldn't help staring right at Kurt's adam apple, which bobbed as he swallowed. Blaine swallowed aswell, but for entirely different reasons. Damn this crush!

"Well, he said, there's nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. He said you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel."

Blaine was again floored by the way Kurt got into performance mode. One second he was Kurt, the next he was Evan Hansen, singing to the person he liked so much.

"And he knew, whenever you got bored, you scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans. And he noticed that you still fill out the quizzes that they put in those teen magazines."

Blaine's heart skipped another beat and it was because of this amazingly beautiful person in front of him.

"But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw, he left unsaid and though he wanted to, he couldn't talk to you. He couldn't find the way. But he would always say…"

The curly-haired ex-soldier was staring at Kurt like he was the only important thing in the room. And he was. It wouldn't be easy to keep Kurt at a distance, to not let this crush bloom into something more…

"If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her, how she's everything to me. But we're a million worlds apart. And I don't know how I would even start. If I could tell her… If I could tell her…"

Blaine saw Kurt move towards his phone to scroll through the next few seconds of music to skip the conversation between Evan and Zoe, but Blaine cleared his throat and said on the beat of the music:

"Did he say anything else?"

Kurt looked surprised, but recovered quickly. "About you?"

Blaine smiled a thriumphantically smile as he frowned, trying to act as well as he could. "Never mind, I don't really care anyways…"

"No, no, no, just, no, no, he said, he said so many things, I'm just, I'm trying to remember the best ones, so um…"

Blaine noticed Kurt twirl around Blaine's wheelchair, as if he wanted him to play along with the song. It made Blaine nervous, but also excited in a way.

"He thought you looked really pretty, er… It looked really pretty when you put indigo streaks in your hair."

Eyebrows up, Blaine asked in his most giggly voice: "He did?"

Kurt smiled knowingly as he nearly missed his next cue. "And he wondered how you learned to dance, like all the rest of the world isn't there."

Kurt then grabbed both Blaine's hand and made a silly dance move, making Blaine chuckle underneath his breath and stare up at Kurt in wonder.

"But he kept it all inside his head. What he saw, he left unsaid… If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me…"

Blaine took a deep, shuddery breath as he knew the next part would be sung in harmony.

"But we're a million worlds apart."

Blaine was shocked at how well their voice melted together. He was rusty, he hadn't really been singing much since high school, but it wasn't bad at all.

" And I don't know how I would even start. If I could tell her… If I could tell her… But what do you do when there's this great devide?"

"He just seems so far away," Blaine sung softly, his voice still a bit strained from not using it for so long.

"And what do you do when the distance is too wide?"

Blaine rushed through the next words, much like the way Laura Dreyfuss did in the song. "It's like I don't know anything."

Kurt flashed Blaine a bright smile and it made Blaine weak in the one knee he still had.

"And how do you say… I love you…"

Blaine choked on air as he coughed, wishing desperately Kurt would be saying these words to him in the future and really mean them… He then slapped himself mentally across the head. He could not afford it to think like that. He just couldn't…

Kurt had his eyes closed in a beautiful way. "I love you… I love you… I love you! But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I could even start. If I could tell her… If I could…"

Kurt trailed off and ended the song amazingly, making Blaine wanting to jump up and give him a standing ovation. He only applaused Kurt, loudly and excitedly and Kurt took a bow, grinning proudly.

"Thank you, thank you," he exclaimed, winking at Blaine. "I had an amazing duet partner. You have a wonderful voice, Blaine."

"Um, thank you," Blaine answered shyly, dropping his head so he could stare at the hands in his lap.

He felt Kurt lift his chin up with his fingers and was met with sparkling blue/grey eyes and it made Blaine speechless for just a moment. After a few seconds he could finally get in some words again and he would regret saying them for the rest of his life.

"Um, I'm… er, sorry… I'm really tired. I really need to take a nap."

He winced internally as he saw Kurt step back like he had burned his fingers on Blaine's face. Blaine knew what he would have done if Kurt hadn't pulled away and it wouldn't be a good idea. It would never be a good idea to kiss Kurt, because it would only intensify his feelings and that wasn't okay.

It wasn't okay to bond with Kurt. Kurt deserved an amazing person, who could walk around with him, lift him up, grab stuff from the floor if he would accidently drop something... Blaine could do none of those things and it suddenly made him feel very helpless.

"Um, ofcourse, Blaine…" Kurt said with a strain in his voice. "Um, see you next week?"

Blaine nodded and proceeded to push the alarm button to let someone know he needed help. "See you next week, Kurt. Thanks…"

"Yeah, alright…" Kurt grabbed his bag and bolted from the room, leaving behind a very confused and sad, but determined not to intensify his crush any further, Blaine.

It would be hard as hell not to develop any real feelings for Kurt Hummel…

Blaine was doomed, absolutely doomed.


Oops, Cooper has a bigger role than anticipated in this story. Sorry not sorry, I just love Cooper really much and I think it's very easy to write him. :) So lemme know what you think! Until next time.