Blaine didn't understand everything about Kurt, and he didn't try to. He was the only boy he'd ever met who actually kept a garden. Kurt said that it was his mom's and he kept it alive after she died, which Blaine thought was nice, so he tried to seem interested in it.
With Kurt's dad in DC and Carole at work, Blaine offered to come over to help him work on it. He thought it would be good to actually see what he was into besides glee club. It was the middle of May and he had just bought new flowers and seeds. Blaine personally couldn't tell a tulip from a daisy, but Kurt seemed to know everything there was about botany or whatever it was called.
Things were going smoothly, aside from the dirt under Blaine's fingernails, but Kurt seemed happy that he was helping him. Finn was on the porch on the phone with Rachel, but they just ignored him. Once they had the majority of things planted some honeybees started buzzing around the flowers.
"Shoo!" Kurt said, batting them away frantically. There were only about six or so.
"It's okay," Blaine told him, "they won't sting you if you don't bother them."
"I don't want them in my garden," he grumbled, trying to get them to fly away. Two of them landed on Kurt's arm and he freaked out. He tried to smack them and shake them off, but he let out a cry of pain as he got stung twice. "Ow! They stung me, it stings." Blaine grabbed his arm and took a look at it. It was a red blotch on his skin and he could see the stinger. "Get it out!" Blaine tried to pull the stinger out, but it caused him even more pain.
"Let's go inside," he told him gently, trying to calm him down. "I can take care of it inside." He looked back at Kurt, and all the color had drained from his face. He was grabbing at his throat, almost like he was choking. "Kurt? What's the matter?" his boyfriend coughed and choked, like he was about to be sick. Blaine panicked, unsure what was happening. Finn rushed over to them and laid Kurt back on the grass.
"What's going on?" Blaine asked frantically. "Has this ever happened?" Finn shook his head.
"I don't know," he said seriously. "Here, make sure he keeps breathing. I'm gonna call the hospital." Blaine took over again, trying to get him to relax. Kurt scratched at his arm around the area where he got stung, and red blotches appeared all over him.
"Baby, can you talk to me?" he asked. He didn't want to ask him if he was okay when he clearly wasn't.
"Itches," he choked out, barely talking about a whisper. "Throat hurts." He pressed his hand against his neck and started coughing again. Blaine looked at his arm where he had been stung again. There were hives and he was bleeding from scratching so hard. He looked over at Finn, who was on the phone with 911.
"It's gonna be okay," Blaine told him. "Just focus on breathing. You're gonna be okay." He sat him up so it would be easier for him to breathe and he rubbed his back firmly. Every breath was harder for him, and he was coughing more and more. He seemed to become exhausted from trying and fell back into Blaine's arms, barely conscious. "Stay awake, Kurt. People are coming to help you." His lips were turning blue and Blaine was barely holding it together. He couldn't cry, though. Kurt needed him. Crying would only freak him out. It was obviously some sort of reaction to the bee sting. His skin was paper white, except for the bright red hives.
"Paramedics are coming," Finn said as he hung up his phone. "My mom's at work at the hospital so she'll be waiting when we get there." Blaine stayed focused on Kurt. He was barely getting air, and was doubled over his stomach in pain, still hacking and wheezing. Blaine was desperate for something to do to help. If he just knew what in the world was going on with him he could do something, but he was at a loss.
"It's okay," Blaine soothed, patting his back. "You're gonna be fine." There were faint sirens in the distance that gradually got louder. Kurt was shaking in Blaine's arms and had tears in his eyes. His eyelids fluttered and he was quickly losing consciousness. "No no, no. Keep your eyes open, babe." If he lost consciousness he was likely to quit breathing. Kurt wheezed and let out a weak moan.
An ambulance appeared by the curb several seconds later. The paramedics let Blaine continue to hold him while they pulled up the hem of his shorts and jabbed something into his thigh. One of them placed a clear mask over his mouth and nose, and Blaine held it in place for him. Kurt was crying silently, scared and in pain and too weak to fight them. Blaine talked to him softly, trying to reassure him that he would be okay.
They finally had to lay him down on a stretcher and get him strapped in. Blaine stayed where Kurt could see him and stroked his hair soothingly.
"I'm gonna go to the hospital with you," he told him, unsure if he was listening or not. "Okay? I'll be with you the whole time." Kurt squeezed his hand weakly as they got him settled inside the ambulance. Blaine was so scared. After seeing him struggle for every breath and barely being able to talk and stay conscious, he was having a hard time believing he would be okay.
The paramedics let Finn sit up next to the driver, and Blaine stayed in the back with Kurt, holding his hand and continuing to talking to him while they stuck him with needles and checked his blood pressure and pulse over and over again. Kurt was still crying, but not making a sound. Blaine knew it was bad when he didn't even react to an IV tube going into the back of his hand.
"Blaine," he moaned anxiously, his voice hoarse from coughing.
"I'm right here," he told him. "I'm not leaving you." Kurt managed to turn onto his side and curl up in the fetal position. "What's the matter?"
"Stomach," he mumbled. His voice was muffled by the oxygen mask. He had broken out into a cold sweat, and his hair was plastered to his forehead. Blaine brushed it back and tried to get him to relax. He moaned again in pain and pulled the mask off of his face.
"Are you going to be sick?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded, squeezing his eyes shut. A paramedic grabbed a bucket and Kurt choked and threw up, his whole body trembling. Blaine rubbed his back in an attempt to soothe him. "It's okay, it's okay. We'll get you cleaned up when we get to the hospital." A monitor he was hooked up to began to beep quickly, and the paramedics quickly sprang into action. One of them stuck a syringe into his upper arm, and another tucked a thick blanket around his quavering body. Whatever they gave him took effect within seconds, and his eyelids drooped heavily.
"What happened?" Blaine asked, trying his best to not get upset by everything going on.
"His blood pressure dropped too low. We gave him a sedative to relax him. He's still conscious, just sleepy. He'll probably become a little out of it. We'll be at the hospital in a minute." Blaine looked down at Kurt and stroked his hair. He didn't react in any way, and he wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not.
When they got to the emergency room, Finn and Blaine went inside with him, and Carole was waiting for them at the entrance. Blaine wanted to stay with Kurt, but Carole demanded to know what was going on.
"He just got stung by a couple of bees," Blaine explained. "It wasn't that bad, really. He said it hurt and I was going to take him inside to clean it up, but then he started having a hard time breathing, and he got all these red spots on his arm where it stung him. He started to bleed from scratching them so hard, and his lips turned blue and he was choking so Finn called 911 and he almost passed out, but they gave him a shot of something and it made it a little better. Then he threw up in the ambulance and they said his blood pressure was dropping and they sedated him." Blaine's eyes welled up just thinking about what Kurt had been through in that short window of time. He had gone from peacefully gardening to being unconscious in the hospital in less than half an hour. Blaine didn't know where he was anymore or what they were doing to him.
"Come here," Carole said. Blaine let her hug him and he laid his head on her shoulder. "It'll be okay. He just had an allergic reaction to the bee stings. We see this kind of stuff all the time in the emergency room. It was a good thing you two were there. You shouldn't worry; he'll be all right. I know it was scary." Blaine quickly pulled it together, wiping the tears off of his cheeks.
Carole said something to Finn, and then led them down a hall. She peeked inside, and then let Blaine and Finn in after her. A nurse who was wearing scrubs identical to hers stood over Kurt, adjusting the blood pressure cuff on his arm. Kurt was still asleep, or sedated, or whatever, but at least he was resting peacefully.
"Did Dr. Morris look at him?" Carole asked the other nurse.
"Mm hmm. He drew some blood and took it to the lab. Anaphylactic reaction to the bee sting venom. His vital signs are improving, though. He didn't admit him, and he said to wait a few hours before deciding to keep him overnight." Carole let the other woman go, and Blaine pulled up a seat by his bed.
"Finn, stay with him, okay?" she said. Finn nodded, then looked at his younger stepbrother. Blaine just focused on Kurt. He picked up his hand and kissed it and ran his thumb along his knuckles. "I'm going to call Burt. Blaine, I can give you a ride home if you want to leave."
He shook his head adamantly. "No, I want to stay with Kurt. If it's okay."
"It's fine, honey. You boys stay here with him. I'll come back once I'm off the phone." He heard Carole leave, and Finn sat across the bed from him. Blaine leaned over and kissed his forehead. Kurt didn't stir, but Blaine kept his eyes locked on him. He was going to stay with him until he got to go home, whether it was in a few hours or the next day.
The sedative wore off after almost two hours of waiting and watching. There was a flat screen TV in the room, and Finn had turned it on an episode of Spongebob. Kurt gradually came around, first squeezing Blaine's hand and then bringing his hands up to his face to rub his eyes. He blinked slowly, and Finn turned off the show.
"Hi, honey," Blaine cooed softly. He didn't want to overwhelm him when he was first waking up. Kurt looked around the room and then right at him.
"Where'm I?" he mumbled in a low voice.
"We're at the hospital," he explained, taking his hand again. "Do you remember what happened?" Kurt got panicked again, and looked like he was going to cry.
"I want to go home," he pleaded. "Where's my dad?" Blaine shushed him and squeezed his hand.
"It's okay," he assured him. "You're gonna be able to go home pretty soon. You had an allergic reaction after you got stung by a bee." Kurt whimpered, but didn't cry. Blaine knew how much he hated the hospital, and he could see how scared he was. "Carole is here. Do you want to see Carole? She's taking care of you." Kurt shook his head.
"I want my dad," he repeated. "My throat hurts."
"Your dad is on his way," Finn said. Blaine looked over at him. Kurt's dad was all the way in Washington DC. Hopefully he could get back to Lima quickly, but it was nearly certain he wasn't on his way home yet. But perhaps he just said that to reassure him. "My mom talked to him."
Kurt turned onto his side, facing Blaine. "Don't leave," he begged. "I want you to stay with me. I want to go home." Blaine kissed his hand again.
"I won't leave you," he told him. "I promise I won't go." Kurt clung to him like a child to a parent. Finn turned the TV back on to one of Kurt's favorite shows, and he slowly got calmed down again. Soon he was sleepy and relaxed. Blaine laid him down on the pillow and covered him up. Kurt fell asleep soon after that. Blaine fell back into his state of watching him again, and waited for him to wake up feeling better, because seeing him hurt was the hardest thing ever.
Author's Notes:
I know, I know... this is probably horribly inaccurate. I tried, though! I wrote and rewrote and Googled things and researched stuff, but I still feel like this is medically inaccurate. This is my best, though. If you have any criticism I'm really okay with it, because I'm fully aware this isn't very good. Let me know what you thought!
I couldn't decide if Kurt should be allergic to a food, or something like this. I've never been stung by a bee, so it made a little more sense doing this because if he's 17 years old he's probably going to have figured out if he's allergic to a food, but if he's like me then that bee sting would've been his first.