A few hours went by and nothing happened. Finn and Carole were both asleep on chairs. But Burt, nor I, could even think of sleep. Our minds only thought of one thing at the moment- one person.
Kurt.
I shifted every once in awhile but stayed in my seat until it became unbearable. I stood up and paced the floor, eyes downward, not daring to look at anyone. No one could see me like this.
Five hours later a doctor came out.
"Kurt Hummel?"
"Yes?" Burt and I said in unison, in urgency.
"Wow, I don't even know where to start." That could never be good if a doctor starts something with that. "Kurt had some major internal injuries. We tried the best we could but we can't fix it. He's alive still. He may or may not wake up. But, because of the extent of his injuries, I only give him a day. Two at most."
I didn't even have to ask what he meant by "days". I knew exactly what he meant. Kurt was going to die. And it was all my fault.
The four of us walked into the tiny room. We all saw the porcelain body lying still on the bed. His body was all clean of blood, and the scratches were near to invisible. I quickly made my way to his side and slipped my hand into his.
"Kurt?" I said, with a squeak. I couldn't handle this.
Suddenly, like magic was done or something, he stirred. I turned to face the Hummel's, but all of them had left, waiting just outside the door. They left us alone for one final time. I immediately turned back to Kurt, just in time to see his eyes flutter open.
"Blaine?" His voice was raspy, and groggy, but oh, it had never sounded more beautiful.
"Yes, I'm here." I said, tightening my grip on his hand and bringing it up to my chest. "I'm right here." I brought my lips down on his fingers gently.
Kurt closed his eyes, as if to memorize the feeling. He opened them and stared at me, as if searching my soul. "I'm going to die, aren't I?"
It was more of a statement then a question. He knew what was happening to his body. He knew that his time was coming, and their time was short.
"Yes. A day. Two at most." I said not holding back the single tear that flowed down my cheek.
As Kurt saw the tear, he pulled my hand down as if to tell me to sit on the chair by his bed. I did so. As I did he let go of my hand and laid it on my cheek. He used his thumb to gently wipe away the tears that still came. He dropped his hand and grabbed mine once again, placing my hand over his heart. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest, but most importantly, I could feel his heartbeat.
"As long as you're alive, you will always have my heart. And as long as you have my heart, I will always be with you. I told you I will never say goodbye to you, and I never will."
I nodded and tried to put on a brave smile through the tears. I brought my free hand up and grabbed his other hand and put it on my heart.
"You will always have my heart, Kurt. No matter what. You were my first love. My only love. And you will always be my one and only love. I can't say it enough, Kurt. I love you, with everything I am." My voice cracked over the last sentence and fresh tears sprang onto my cheeks once more. I sat there letting soft sobs take over my body. I hadn't realized that we both let our hands drop from their places.
"Blaine. Please don't cry. I hurt seeing you cry. It tears me apart." He paused. "Hey, look at me." He said, lifting my chin with his hand. "I love you so much. I am so proud of everything you have accomplished so far. And I know you will go on to do great things. Please, don't put your life on hold. Move on. Find someone else to love. Love them as you have loved me, and even more."
"If that's even possible," I cut in, laughing a little.
We sat there in silence just looking at each other. Then I realized his actual family was just outside the door.
"Kurt, your family is here and I'm sure they want to talk to you." I said, never wanting to leave his side.
"O.K. Just please, don't go too far. I'm holding on to this life until I can't no more. And you know how strong I am." He said with a small smile. I put my hand gently on his cheek as he leaned into the gesture. I bent down and gently kissed his forehead, letting my lips stay there for as long as possible. I stood up and gave him a small smile and made my way out the door to see the Hummel's standing outside the door, all with tearstained cheeks and red, puffy eyes.
I nodded, letting them know they could go in. One by one they went into the room. Burt was last. Before he went in, he looked into my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it quickly. He looked away and brought a hand up to place on my shoulder.
When the door shut, I slid down the wall and crossed my arms on my bent knees, and buried my face into them. "Why must this happen to me?" I asked, into my arms. As I did, I let the emotions take over me once more, tears flowing down one by one.