Kurt remembered how excited he felt when Blaine was finally moving to New York after graduation. He was all set to move into the loft, and the two of them, along with Rachel would all attend NYADA together. It couldn't be more ideal.
But as time passed, Kurt was forced to learn how hard living with Blaine was. It was nice to be woken up with pancake breakfasts and Blaine right by his side, but Kurt couldn't stand not having any space or a quiet moment to himself.
Then came the fight.
It was stupid, really. Blaine was angry at Kurt for not buying groceries, even though that was Rachel's job. Kurt had kept his frustrations bottled up for too long, and he knew he would regret it later, but he called his fiancé out for every annoying habit he could think of. He yelled about how Blaine always used up the hot water, and hogged the blankets in bed, and never let Kurt have any alone time.
Then, Blaine left. Kurt knew he had messed up. He regretted every word that had come out of his mouth. Oh, if only he could take them back. He tried apologizing, but Blaine grabbed his coat and slammed the front door shut.
He tried calling and texting, but never got an answer. If Kurt knew where he had gone, he would have left and apologized in a heartbeat, but it had begun to snow outside, and was quickly getting dark.
Rachel got back from work. Kurt thought it was Blaine when the door slid open, but it was only her. Kurt told her the whole story, and couldn't help but begin to cry. It all made him so anxious, not knowing where Blaine was in the snow, and there was always the fear that he would want to break off the engagement.
Rachel got him calmed down, though. She made him some hot tea and sat with him on the couch, the weather station playing quietly on the television.
"He probably went to Mercedes and Sam's," Rachel told Kurt. "He didn't come into the diner at all, if that makes you feel any better."
It didn't, but Kurt offered her a smile, and thanked her for the tea. He went to lie down, and called Blaine one more time, even though his efforts were futile. Kurt had never yelled at Blaine like that before. How would his fiancé ever forgive him?
Kurt didn't realize he had dozed off until his phone woke him up. He immediately checked to see if it was Blaine, but he didn't recognize the number.
He wouldn't remember the phone call. Out of all the events of the night, he remembered that part the least. All he gathered from the young-sounding nurse was that Blaine had been mugged, he was in the emergency room, and he was hurt. Kurt was certain she had more to add, but he had hung up at that point. He had to get to Blaine.
He briefly considered waking up Rachel, but didn't bother. Kurt got a cab to the hospital, even though traffic was painfully slow in the snowstorm.
It felt like hours before he was hurrying in the emergency room doors of the hospital, asking desperately if he could see his fiancé.
The doctors were just getting him in an MRI, he was told. He would have to wait. Kurt tried to explain how Blaine was family, but that didn't change anything to the receptionist.
So he waited. For an hour, he waited. Until a doctor came out asking for the relatives of Blaine Anderson.
"I'm his fiancé," Kurt explained. "Where is he? Can I see him?"
"You can see him," the doctor assured him. "He's resting, but awake. A witness told the paramedics that the muggers took his coat and shoes and phone, and didn't hesitate to hurt him in the process. He was lying in the cold for about fifteen minutes before we arrived, so his body temperature was low. We've been warming him up, and he'll be fine. He couldn't feel anything when he was so numb, but he complained about a headache and his wrist hurting, so we did an MRI of his head and an x-ray of his wrist. He has a moderate concussion, and we went ahead and put a splint on his arm. It was just a small break, thankfully. We'll keep him here until morning, then you're free to take him home. Would you like to see him now?"
Kurt nodded, trying to take in all the information he was just given. His heart beat faster and faster as the short woman led him down the dimly lit corridor to Blaine's tiny room.
He stepped inside, and the doctor shut the door behind him. It was just him and Blaine.
He looked like a ghost. Kurt had never seen him so pale. His skin almost looked gray. Blaine had several blankets tucked around him, and he was sitting up a little so his arm could rest on a pillow. His hair was indescribable- a mess, really. But mostly, Blaine just looked exhausted.
"Hi," he mumbled, his lips barely moving. He had a deep bruise forming across the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were puffy.
Kurt sat and took his good hand. His skin was like ice.
"Hi," Kurt repeated, unsure of what else to say. "How do you feel?"
Blaine shrugged. "My head and wrist were hurting, until they gave me some drugs." He gestured to his IV. "I'm tired now. And still a little cold."
"Do you need anything?" Kurt offered, a little too eagerly. "Water? Or another pillow?"
"I'm okay," Blaine told him, turning his head to the side a little. "I was on my way home. When i-it happened. I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm sorry I got mad about the groceries. I'm sorry I've made you so frustrated. If you want, I'll sleep on the couch, so you can have some space and all the blankets to yourself. I'll start showering at night so you can use the hot water."
Kurt squeezed his hand. He was surprised to find out Blaine hadn't wanted to break off the engagement. But to hear him apologize, as he laid in his hospital bed, made him feel horrible.
"No, I don't want any of that," he said firmly, looking Blaine in the eyes. He wanted him to know that he meant what he said, but he couldn't help but start to cry. "I didn't mean any of what I said earlier. I hope you know that. You don't need to be apologizing, I do. I'm sorry for everything I said, Blaine. I'm sorry I made you so angry that you left. I'm sorry this happened."
They were both crying. Kurt couldn't remember a time when he had seen Blaine cry. He just didn't do it.
"I don't want to move out…" Blaine admitted, shaking his head. "…But I think I need to."
Kurt thought of what his life would be like without Blaine around at the loft. Sure, there would be less noise, no personal space issues, but there would also be no one to wake up next to every morning, and no one to cook breakfast with, or go to class with. There would be no Blaine.
"I don't want you to move out, either," Kurt decided. He got up to get Blaine some water, even though he said he didn't want any earlier. "I don't want us to fight, though."
Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. "I just want to go home."
Kurt didn't blame him. Blaine had a little more color to him, but he was still in bad shape.
"We'll go home in the morning," Kurt promised. "Your doctor told me so. Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll stay here for the night."
Blaine didn't seem to want to go to sleep, even though he was worn out. So Kurt stayed with him, holding his hand and getting him to go to sleep, and calming him down when he woke up from a nightmare. It was the least he could do, and he was happy to do it. Blaine had always been there for him when he needed it, and Kurt was going to do the same.
Author's Notes:
I've just needed some good Blangst in my life lately. There is never too much of it.