Blaine had never been to an actual prom before. He was nervous, but still pretty excited to be going with Kurt. He'd never been to a formal dance, really. In fact, he hadn't been to any dance since the Sadie Hawkins disaster the year before. He didn't want to risk getting hurt again, but he loved Kurt. He would be willing to go with him if it meant that he had a good time.
Blaine really just wanted to make sure nothing happened to him or Kurt. He'd only been back at McKinley for a little bit, and Blaine was certain they'd be the only gay couple there. He wanted to think that nothing bad would happen, but he couldn't be too careful.
But overall, he was glad he decided to go with Kurt. He seemed to be really excited about it, so Blaine was happy to be his date. Even though he hadn't gone to any kind of dance since Sadie Hawkins, he was determined to make Kurt have a great time. He deserved that. Despite the bullies there, McKinley was more accepting than Blaine's old school, so he tried not to worry about anything bad happening, even though the thought lingered in the back of his mind. How could it not?
They went to have dinner at Breadstix before going to prom. It was just the two of them, but it seemed like every couple had decided to eat there before going to the dance. Kurt's outfit was a little… unusual, to say the least, but Blaine was proud to be with him, even when Kurt kept snapping his fingers impatiently when their cheesecake took too long to arrive.
Blaine had offered to drive, but Kurt said he wanted to. Blaine wasn't sure what he was supposed to talk about with him. They both didn't know what to expect with the prom. Kurt ended up just turning on the radio. Blaine held his hand in the car, and he could tell Kurt's fingers were trembling beneath his.
"We're gonna have a good time," Blaine told him, trying to reassure him. "I promise."
"Yeah," was all Kurt responded with.
They had almost made it to the school, and the dance had already gotten started half an hour earlier. Kurt kept saying how he didn't want them to be the first ones there, so Blaine went along with whatever he wanted. It was his prom, after all.
They were at the intersection right by McKinley, and Kurt tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently as he waited for the light to turn green. Blaine could tell he was still nervous. He just hoped he could protect and defend him from anyone who dared to make fun of him or try to hurt him. Finally, the light turned green and Kurt started to drive again. Blaine and Kurt saw the headlights to their left at the same time, but Kurt didn't have time to do anything before they were hit.
Blaine opened his eyes slowly and moaned. He felt stiff and sore, like after a long Warblers rehearsal, but a hundred times worse. It was dark, but he could see red and blue lights dancing in the rearview mirror. He turned his head to the left, and his heart skipped a beat.
Kurt.
His boyfriend's head was leaned back on the headrest, and his mouth hung open. There was blood everywhere, and his chest moved up and down quickly and shallowly.
"Kurt," Blaine mumbled, using all the energy he had. "Kurt, wake up." Blaine saw his eyelids flutter open slowly, and he looked at him.
"Blaine-" he choked, his voice raspy and much lower than usual. Kurt coughed up a little bit of blood, and Blaine panicked. He somehow managed to unbuckle himself, and then turned to face him. He couldn't move his right arm, but he used his shirtsleeve to wipe away the blood from Kurt's face and chin. He jumped at a loud noise, and the next thing he knew he was being pulled away from Kurt.
"No," he pleaded weakly. "No, I have to stay with Kurt. He's my date, don't let him get hurt!" As soon as Blaine said that, he knew it was too late. Kurt was already hurt. He had let Kurt get hurt. It was all his fault.
"Honey, hold still," a woman's voice said. Blaine cried when he couldn't see Kurt anymore. Prom was ruined. The night Kurt had been looking forward to for months was ruined. Blaine cried for Kurt, he cried because his arm hurt, and he cried because he just wanted to go to the stupid dance. He felt a needle go into his upper left arm, and then he felt cold and sleepy.
When he woke up again, it was much brighter. Too bright. Blaine felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, and he could see that his arm was in a sling and pressed against his chest. He heard a buzz of activity next to him, so he slowly turned his head to see what was going on. His neck was sore, but mobile. Blaine saw doctors and nurses working feverishly over someone. He saw a patch of brown hair, and a black jacket tossed aside. It had to be Kurt.
"Kurt!" he croaked, his voice weak. "Kurt, wake up!" he pleaded. His eyes watered up, and Blaine began to cry. He remembered being hit by the car, and seeing Kurt next to him in the seat, choking and bloody. He couldn't die. He wouldn't let him.
A woman in blue scrubs appeared over him, and Blaine got startled. "Honey, try to relax. We're going to take good care of both of you. Can you tell me where it hurts?"
"M-my shoulder," he said. He tried to look around her to see Kurt, but she wouldn't move. "My head feels weird, but that's it." The nurse shined a bright light in his eyes, and Blaine squeezed them shut when she was done. He didn't want to see what was happening to Kurt anymore. He was feeling sleepy again, but he tried to fight it. If Kurt was dying he wanted to be with him. The thought haunted him as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Blaine instinctively turned to look at the bed next to him when he woke up so that he could see Kurt, but it was gone. Blaine was in a different room, and there was a second bed, but it was empty. His heart skipped a beat. He didn't know if Kurt was even alive or not. He looked around the dimly lit room desperately, and he saw someone sitting next to his bed.
"Hey, son, you're awake." It was Kurt's dad, which surprised him, but he didn't care. He would know how Kurt was doing, and that was the only thing Blaine cared about.
"Where's Kurt?" he asked, and cleared his throat. "Tell me he's okay." A stray tear fell down his face and dripped off his chin.
Other than his shoulder and a headache, he was feeling okay for the most part. His suit and tie he'd been wearing had been replaced with a thin, green hospital gown. There was a tube coming out of his hand, and something cold spread up his hand and arm. He was sure he'd feel plenty sore in the morning, but he didn't care about any of that. He had to know Kurt was alive.
"He's pretty banged up. He has a fractured pelvis, and he broke his leg, so he's in surgery to set his bone, and he ruptured his spleen so they're removing it. The doctor said he'll have to be in the ICU for a while. Your parents were here but they left when visiting hours were over." Blaine sighed in relief. Kurt was okay. Badly hurt, but okay.
Kurt's dad helped Blaine sit up, and despite how tired he was, he wanted to be awake when Kurt got out of surgery.
"Your parents were pretty worried about you," Kurt's dad went on. "You dislocated your shoulder and broke your collarbone. I told them I would keep an eye on you so they could get some rest. Your sister was too young to be back here, so they had to go home with her."
Blaine had been so concerned about Kurt he forgot about seeing his family. He wanted to see his mom and dad and Sydney. But he wanted to see Kurt, too. Everything was so overwhelming. Kurt broke his leg. He was in surgery.He would be in the ICU.
"Did he wake up?" Blaine asked. He remembered Kurt choking out his name.
"He was awake, but the doctor said he was going into shock so they sedated him right before the surgery," Kurt's dad told him. "That was about an hour and a half ago. They should be finishing up on him pretty soon.
Blaine was feeling sleepy, but he wanted to be awake to see Kurt. A nurse came in to check on him, and she helped him to lie down again. With his arm in the sling he wasn't very comfortable, but too tired to care.
"I'm gonna go see about Kurt," he heard Mr. Hummel say. "Your parents said they'd come back here first thing in the morning. And the doctor said you only have to stay overnight, then you can go home."
Blaine was relieved to hear that, but he knew he'd still be spending all of his time at the hospital until Kurt was all better. With a broken leg and pelvis, he wasn't going anywhere for a while. Blaine closed his eyes to go to sleep, reassured by the fact he would get to see Kurt in the morning.
Author's Notes:
You guys I was so excited when I got the prompt for this! I hope you liked it. I really liked writing from Blaine's point of view. i don't know, it just feels fun because he's such a lovable character! Let me know what you thought of this one and I'm going to get to work on some prompts.