Based off of spoilers for Glee episode 5x15 "Bash." So, don't read if you don't want to. Also, being my angst-loving self, I made things seem way bigger than they are in the episode, but, hey, it's angst. And Klaine.
"Blaine, we're starving," Rachel whined. "Can't we eat yet?"
"No," Blaine said firmly, guarding her from entering the kitchen. "Kurt's coming back any minute. It's rude to start without him."
"Where was he, anyway?" Santana asked, easily pushing past Blaine to grab a drink from the fridge.
"I told you," Blaine sighed, annoyed at the fact that no one listened to him the first thirty times. "He went guitar shopping with Elliot."
"It's freezing out there," Rachel frowned. "He's actually going to freeze. Call him and see how close he is; I'm starving!"
Blaine rolled his eyes at how dramatic she was being. He didn't see how Kurt had put up living with the two of them alone for months on end. Blaine was about to go insane- he and Kurt had already started saving for a place of their own.
Although, things were better than they had been when Blaine first arrived in New York. Rachel and Santana were barely talking to each other, only living under the same roof because Kurt guilt-tripped them into it. To say the least, things were tense.
Blaine gave up his struggle of keeping the girls out of the food, and tried calling his fiancé. He had been gone for almost three hours, so Blaine figured they should have been back already.
The call went to voicemail, and Blaine hung up. He honestly felt a little upset at Kurt spending so much time with Elliot. Blaine thought Kurt hated him, but lately they were doing everything together. Blaine didn't want to be jealous, but it kind of just crept up on him sometimes.
He called Kurt two more times before giving up. Whatever, Blaine thought. He can eat with Elliot.
Blaine left his phone on the couch and went ahead and ate with the girls. Conversation was dull and awkward without Santana and Rachel talking to each other. Blaine didn't want to put in any effort if they weren't going to return it, so they finished their meal in silence.
Because Blaine cooked, it was the girls' night to do the dishes. Blaine hoped they could complete the job without killing each other or breaking something. He sat on the couch again, and checked his phone.
One missed call: Elliot Gilbert
Blaine didn't see why Kurt himself didn't just call, but he called Elliot back to find out what the heck they were doing together. He walked back to his and Kurt's bed for a little more privacy.
"Hello?" Elliot answered.
"Hey," Blaine said, sinking down onto the memory-foam mattress. "Are you guys coming back for dinner? I tried calling Kurt but he didn't answer, so we went ahead and ate without you."
"What?" Elliot asked, sounding alarmed. Blaine frowned. Something didn't seem right. "I-I went home. I told Kurt I wasn't feeling that great and to go on home without me. I told him to call me when he got home okay. That was about… forty-five minutes ago. He's still not back yet?"
"No," Blaine said, his heart beating faster. He wanted to assume the subway was just running slow, or Kurt was having a tough time getting a cab in the cold weather, but naturally his mind jumped to the worst possible scenario.
"Keep trying to call him," Elliot told him. "I'll try, too. Call me, too, when he gets back. Gosh, I shouldn't have let him go home alone."
"It's okay," Blaine tried reassuring him. "I'm sure he's on his way. Maybe his phone just died. I'll let you know."
After Blaine hung up, he called Kurt endlessly, and with every voicemail he got, his fear grew exponentially.
He went back into the living room, wanting to be by the door if Kurt walked in.
But he didn't.
The girls started to wonder, too, helped assure Blaine that Kurt was coming home, and would be there any minute.
But he wasn't.
When Blaine's phone finally rang half an hour later, he nearly jumped out of his seat.
Only, it wasn't Kurt. It was a New York area code, but not one of Blaine's contacts. He stood up to answer, pacing back and forth the living room.
"Hello?" he answered, trying to keep his cool.
"Hi, Mr. Anderson?" a young woman said. She sounded like she was in college, maybe even a teenager.
"Yes, this is him," Blaine replied, wishing she would get to the point already. This is it, he thought. She must know where Kurt is. Why else would she be calling?
"My name is Dr. Young, from the New York Medical Center Emergency Department."
Blaine's heart broke. Something was very, very wrong.
The doctor continued. "Kurt Hummel was brought in about fifteen minutes ago via ambulance. It appears he's been assaulted, and you were his only emergency contact we could find in his phone. Is it possible for you to come down? I know the weather is getting bad."
It took Blaine a solid minute to process everything she was telling him, as if she had said it in another language Blaine barely knew. He felt his heart beat faster, and his palms start to sweat. He had to get to Kurt.
"A-assaulted?" he asked. "How bad is it?" Blaine forced his legs to move, and rushed around to find his coat and scarf and gloves.
"We're still not 100% sure what happened, but we've notified the police anyway. His arm is most likely broken, and he's got hypothermia from being exposed for so long. We're thinking he was out there for twenty, maybe thirty minutes at the most before someone called. We think he may have a concussion, too, but because he's unresponsive we need to take him in for a CT scan."
Blaine couldn't bear to hear anymore of it. He balanced the phone on his shoulders as he pulled on his shoes. They were Sperry's, and would do a horrible job of keeping his feet warm, but Blaine's only goal was to get to the hospital as fast as possible.
"I'll be there in a little bit," Blaine told her, and hung up before listening to her reply. He snapped on his gloves and pocketed his phone before nearly sprinting back though the living room.
"What's wrong?" Rachel blurted, having only heard Blaine's end of the phone conversation.
"He's hurt," Blaine gushed, fumbling with the lock on the front door. "I'm going to the hospital."
"I'm coming, too!" Rachel declared, jumping up.
"No," Blaine said firmly. He was not about to wait around on her. Not when Kurt needed him.
As soon as he stepped outside, the freezing cold wind was like a slap in the face. Blaine tried not to think of Kurt being outside in that for as long as he was. Blaine shivered just remembering it.
He figured taking a cab would be faster than the subway, but hardly anyone was out, even for New York. The snow was supposed to start in just an hour.
Finally, finally, he got a taxi, and tipped the driver extra-well to rush him to the emergency room.
Blaine spent the whole ride gazing absently out the window. Just one hour ago, he had been mad at Kurt for making them all wait on dinner, but now Blaine knew why. He was so stupid, trying to assume everything was okay. When Kurt didn't answer he should have called Elliot right away.
But he didn't. And it was too late to go back and change it.
Blaine remembered he promised to let Elliot know when he found out about Kurt, and shot him a quick text message to explain. He didn't tell him what hospital Kurt was at, though. Blaine figured only family would be allowed to see him. Fiancé was close enough, right?
Once they made it to the hospital, the driver pulled up as close as he could to the emergency room entrance.
"Stay safe, kid," he called to Blaine as he hustled out of the backseat.
"Thanks," Blaine muttered, rushing inside as fast as possible. The waiting room was packed, whether it be crying babies, coughing old men, or shivering flu patients, Blaine tried to ignore and push past them all as he made his way to the sign-in desk.
"Hi," he said breathlessly, still huffing from the frigid air in his lungs. "K-Kurt Hummel? I got a call… he was brought in by ambulance."
The woman adjusted her glasses and typed something in on her computer keyboard. "He's in room four, down the hall and to the left. Are you family?"
"We're married," Blaine lied. The nurse didn't question him, and just gestured for him to go on back.
Blaine wasted no time. He threw the door open and frantically searched for room four. There was a small room with a little window, the shades half-drawn up. He could make out a doctor in a white coat, and a nurse in pink scrubs. And on the bed… Kurt.
Blaine jacked open the door, and with what a rush the last half hour had been, time seemed to slow down as he walked over to the bed.
Kurt's skin was paper-white, which made the bruising look all the more pronounced. It was mostly confined to his neck, although he had a black eye. He was tucked under several blankets, but Blaine could still see all of his injuries. Two of his knuckles were bloody. He fought back, Blaine thought, as his heart skipped a beat.
Kurt had an inch-long gash on his forehead, and his top lip was split, although they had already been stitched up, but the swelling remained. Also, his left arm laid limp by his side, awkwardly bent with some heavy scrapes on it.
But the most shocking of all was that he was conscious. The way the doctor on the phone had sounded, Kurt was nearly in a coma.
"You must be Blaine," the doctor said kindly, sticking out her hand. "I'm Dr. Young. This is Kurt's nurse, Holly. He finally woke up for us, so we've been trying to evaluate how he feels."
Blaine pulled up the stool next to the bed and sat next to Kurt, taking hold of his good hand. He felt freezing cold, still shivering even after being in the warm hospital for so long.
"Hi, honey," Blaine said, brushing back some of Kurt's hair that had fallen onto his forehead. Kurt squeezed his hand weakly and tried to turn his head towards him. "It's gonna be okay. You're all safe now. Okay?"
"It hurts," he croaked. His voice was hoarse. Blaine figured he had to have been screaming his head off. How no one heard him and called 911 right away was beyond Blaine.
"We gave him some morphine when he woke up, but it hasn't really kicked in yet," the nurse explained quietly. "He should start to feel better here in a little bit."
Blaine nodded, and tried not to look at how mangled his arm was. No wonder Kurt was so uncomfortable.
"What about his arm?" Blaine asked. "Does it need surgery?" He knew Kurt would be out of his mind if he needed an operation to set it straight, but luckily the doctor said it wasn't necessary.
"We can stabilize it for the night until the swelling goes down, and then put a cast on it," she explained. "We've admitted him for the night, so once his CT results come back we can go ahead and move him up to the general ward."
"No," Kurt moaned. He let go of Blaine's hand and rubbed at his good eye. "I wanna go home."
"Shhh," Blaine soothed. "Rest your voice. We'll go home soon, I promise. And Rachel and Santana can come visit you tomorrow."
Kurt closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Blaine wished he could do more for him than just holding his hand, but he didn't want to hurt him more, or make him upset in the state he was in.
"He's going to need to talk to the police tomorrow about what happened," Dr. Young said quietly in Blaine's ear so that Kurt wouldn't hear. They didn't want to worry him ahead of time.
Blaine simply nodded, and the doctor and nurse left for a bit, leaving Blaine with Kurt.
"I'm so sorry this happened," Blaine apologized. "I'm so sorry." He whispered it over and over, trying to forgive himself for being so stupid.
After the Sadie Hawkins dance incident in high school, Blaine knew he needed to be more careful. And especially when he began dating Kurt, he was determined to protect the both of him.
But, only four years into their relationship, he had already failed.
Blaine noticed Kurt start to drift off, and he fought to keep him awake.
"Don't go to sleep, yet," he told him. "Has that medicine started to work?"
Kurt nodded slowly, and Blaine felt some relief knowing he wasn't in as much pain. Still, he held his hand and kept the blankets tucked snugly around him so he wouldn't get cold again.
Finally, Dr. Young and Holly returned to talk with them before moving Kurt upstairs. "We got his CT results back, and he has a moderate concussion, so with his broken arm we're going to keep an eye on him tonight and throughout the day tomorrow. We'll go ahead and wrap his arm for now before moving him around. With the morphine he should fall asleep just fine."
Blaine nodded, even though he knew what was coming. He flashed back to when he was a child and Cooper had broken his wrist. He cried and cried whenever the doctor touched it, so he couldn't fathom how Kurt was going to react.
"Kurt, just hold onto Blaine's hand," Holly told him. "If you hold still it shouldn't take very long at all."
Kurt turned his head towards Blaine, and Blaine tried to smile reassuringly.
But it's hard to smile when your fiancé is in the emergency room from an being attacked.
"It's okay," Blaine told him. "You don't have to worry. Just hold onto me. You can squeeze my hand if it hurts. Okay?"
"Okay," Kurt peeped, his eyes brimming with tears. Blaine brushed them away as they fell down his cheeks, even though they kept coming and coming once they started moving his arm.
He cried so hard Blaine was afraid he would be sick. He did his best to calm Kurt down, but nothing would get through to him. Blaine shushed him and tried to get him to breathe, but Kurt couldn't calm down until it was all over. His breathing gradually slowed, only hiccupping occasionally.
"It's okay, it's all over," Blaine said softly. "I know it hurts. Just try to breathe and rest for a minute."
"Stay h-here," Kurt pleaded, as if Blaine was threatening to leave him.
"Shhh, I'm not going anywhere," Blaine promised. He stroked Kurt's hair back, being wary of his stitches.
"We're ready to move whenever he is," the doctor said patiently, standing back until Kurt was calm.
"Let's go, Kurt. You can go to sleep once we're upstairs," Blaine coaxed. "I get to stay with you."
He stood up, still holding onto Kurt's hand, and walked with him down to the elevator and up to the fourth floor. Once they had Kurt settled and comfortable in the new, bigger room, they left him alone for the night, promising a nurse would check on him every couple of hours to check his concussion.
"I'm tired," Kurt mumbled. "You'll be here when I wake up?"
Blaine nodded. "I will, I promise. Just close your eyes. You've had a long night."
Kurt obeyed without any hesitations. Blaine waited until he was definitely out, and even snoring lightly in the cute little way he always did at home, to slip out into the corridor.
He called Rachel first. She was probably going crazy with worry.
"Blaine?!" she answered. "Oh my gosh, where are you? Are you still at the hospital? How's Kurt? Is he okay? Are you coming home tonight?"
"Rachel. Calm down, everything's okay. Sort of," Blaine lied. Really, he just wanted to shut her up. "Look, we're not coming home tonight. He's hurt pretty badly and is in a lot of pain. He might be home tomorrow, at the earliest. It just depends. His arm is broken and he's got a concussion. He has to talk to the police tomorrow."
"Oh my gosh," Rachel repeated. Blaine could tell she was majorly stressing out. "Who hurt him, Blaine? I talked to Elliot, and he made it sound like he and Kurt split up a long time before the hospital called you. The weather is horrible outside."
"I know," Blaine replied. "He had hypothermia when I got there. He stopped shivering, but they've still kept him under three or four blankets. Look, I need to go. I need to call his dad. Just tell Elliot and Dani and Santana everything, since I don't have time to text or call all of them. Okay? Maybe if Kurt's feeling better tomorrow you guys can come up here. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Okay," Rachel said hesitantly. Blaine hung up with her, and tried to understand how upset she was. If he was the one at home instead, he would be out of his mind worrying without any news.
Blaine sighed and moved on. Burt. The phone call wasn't going to be easy, Blaine knew that much, but it had to be done.
The phone rang. Once, twice, three times before he picked up.
"Hey, son," Burt Hummel answered. "What's going on?"
"Hey, Mr. Hummel," Blaine replied. He couldn't bring himself to call him by his first name. "Um, listen, something happened with Kurt…"
Author's Notes:
SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGER (NOT). If you want a part 2 to this let me know in the reviews, since I'm kind of torn about writing it. If you haven't already seen the spoiler pics on Tumblr, they are heartbreaking and angst and UGH all at the same time. I hope Glee handles this storyline well. Anyways, I just had to write a fic about it. I know it's most likely not very accurate at all, but I wanted to give it a shot. Maybe, once the episode airs, I'll write a separate one that's actually canon.
Sigh.
I just hate my babies getting hurt. WHY DO I DO THIS TO THEM.