Chap 4

The first thing Kurt saw when he opened his eyes was white. The light streaming in from the open window and reflecting off the white walls of his hospital room was more than his eyes, which had been closed for so long, could stand.

He shut his eyes again almost immediately until a sliver of light was just peeking through, trying to adjust. His throat was dry and there was a dull ache in his head. Eventually he was able to open his eyes and look around.

His hospital room looked the same as it had a few moments ago. Kurt frowned sadly. It had hurt to tell his mother that he was choosing to go back to be with Blaine, but he hoped she could understand.

Blaine was still asleep, both of his hands holding Kurt's left hand, which was still restrained with soft Velcro restraints to the bedside. Blaine's head was lying on the bed and his face seemed troubled, sad, even in sleep. His hair was un-gelled and fell in little ringlets around his face and Kurt had to smile because he'd never seen anything more adorable.

Kurt wished he could run his hand through Blaine's curls, but with both hands restrained, that would be very difficult. As much as he didn't want to wake Blaine up- he looked tired enough to sleep for days- if he wanted to get out of these restraints, it couldn't be avoided.

"Blaine." He whispered, "Blaine, wake up." He gripped Blaine's hands tightly, shaking them. "Blaine, love, wake up."

Blaine groaned and rolled his shoulders, his eyes opening unfocusedly and looking at his hands and Kurt's hand, where Kurt was squeezing them the way he hadn't for weeks.

Blaine's eyes slowly traveled up to meet Kurt's, and the second they made eye contact Kurt found a large teenage boy almost in his lap.

Blaine's hands were on either side of his head and he was kissing Kurt in a way that he never had before, so passionate, so needy, and Blaine was crying and Kurt was crying and he wished he could hold Blaine too but this was okay.

Blaine pulled away and rested his forehead on Kurt's, both of their eyes shining with tears. Blaine's hands cradled Kurt's head as if he was the most fragile thing ever.

"You're awake," Blaine whispered, "You're awake, oh God, I thought you'd never wake up. I love you, I love you so much."

"I love you too," Kurt whispered, "I'm so sorry, Blaine, I'm so sorry, I didn't think that me leaving would hurt this much but I know now and I promise I won't leave you again. I love you."

Blaine seemed to notice that he was practically sitting on Kurt's lap and slid to sit on the bed instead, still holding Kurt's face like he was afraid that Kurt would disappear any second.

"Blaine?" Kurt pulled at his hands; he wanted to hold Blaine too. "Will you undo these?"

"I'll call someone," Blaine pushed the button for a nurse, "If I did it, I'd get in a lot of trouble and I'd have to leave."

A few seconds later a nurse walked into the room, closely followed by Kurt's doctor.

"Ah, Mr. Hummel! Welcome back!" The doctor said brightly, "We've been waiting for you to wake up!"

"How long was I actually out?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Almost two weeks." Blaine said quietly, squeezing Kurt's hand. Blaine turned away like he was trying to hide his tears. Kurt looked after him, guilt riddling his body. He couldn't imagine how much pain he would be in if Blaine had been in a coma for two weeks.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, and Blaine turned to look at him and shook his head, telling Kurt not to be sorry.

"Alright, let's do some tests and get you out of those restraints, since you seem to be in a much better mood than you were before you got here." The doctor smiled. He checked Kurt's eyes, his reflexes, his heart rate, his blood pressure.

As he was finishing the tests, Burt, Carole, and Finn walked in, having obviously been called by the hospital to tell them he was awake.

"Kurt, before I take these restraints off, we have to talk about why you're here." The doctor told him seriously as everybody took a seat.

"I wasn't thinking," Kurt said softly, "I was hurt and insecure and mad at all the wrong things. I got a rejection letter from NYADA and a wait- list letter from Ohio State, which you probably found, and it was just all the wrong things happening at the wrong time. It was not being good enough to go to college, and just thinking about Sebastian and how he would be better for Blaine than I would be."

Blaine opened his mouth as if to interrupt him but the doctor motioned for him to stay silent.

"It was all the feelings from last year about not being able to relate to you coming back up with that note about the buckeyes game, it was being too effeminate for Tony and too much of a looser to be class president. It just kind of hit me all at once and I wanted out.

"But when I was in my coma, I saw my mom." Kurt smiled at the memory, "She showed me what I was going to miss if I left, and how much everyone really cared about me. I don't want to leave anymore. Not after what I saw."

Kurt turned to Blaine, "She told me about how you come and visit her all the time," Blaine's face lit up, like he wasn't expecting Kurt to know that at all, "and that really means a lot to me, and to her. I heard your song, Blaine. I was here, and I heard the whole thing."

The doctor looked intrigued. "What song did he sing?"

"I Don't Want To Miss a Thing by Aerosmith," Kurt told him confidently.

Blaine nodded, "He's right. About the song and about me visiting his mom. Nobody knew I went except me."

"Some people experience strange things in comas," The doctor told everyone, who was stunned, "Nobody's quite sure why, but Kurt's is one of the most interesting I've ever heard." He began to undo Kurt's restraints. "As you seem to have decided that suicide was not the best approach, I'm going to take these off. I hope that you'll continue to heal emotionally from this, Mr. Hummel. Physically, we should be okay to let you go tomorrow. You'll have to decide if you'd like to seek treatment."

"I'll be okay," Kurt flexed his wrists as they were released, "I learned my lesson."

The doctor left and Kurt's family crowded him, asking him more detailed parts about his experience with his mother. Kurt told them everything that he saw except for the scene at Dalton. He would save that to be between Blaine and himself.

Near 9, Burt, Carole, and Finn began to pack up to leave, and Kurt turned to Blaine, expecting him to be packing to go as well but instead finding him pulling out a sweatshirt and sweatpants from his bag tucked underneath the bed.

Burt, Carole, and Finn left after bidding their goodbyes and promising they'd be back tomorrow to check him out and Blaine took his sweats into the bathroom, emerging wearing them.

"Aren't you leaving too?" Kurt asked curiously.

"Nope, now scoot." Blaine told him, climbing into the bed next to him and pulling Kurt close. "I haven't left. I couldn't and I wouldn't."

Kurt turned to face him completely. "You've slept here for two weeks?"

"Yep," Blaine looked proud of himself. "Usually they bring a cot in here for me, but I'd rather sleep here if it's okay with you."

"You didn't have to-" Kurt started but Blaine interrupted him.

"Yes, I did. If I'd left, I would have spent the entire time I was gone worrying about you anyways, and I love you, Kurt. I don't want you to ever doubt that. I know you might think Sebastian might be better for me but you're wrong. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I need you to know that. You are my world, Kurt, and nothing can change that."

Kurt reclined back onto the bed, laying his head on Blaine's shoulder and looking up at him. "Can I tell you something; promise you won't think I'm crazy?"

Blaine looked down at him. "You can always tell me anything, Kurt."

"There was one more thing that my mom showed me that I didn't tell everyone else about. She showed me a little bit of my future." Kurt took a deep breath. "She showed me our wedding, Blaine, and it was perfect. It was beautiful. And I saw myself and the look on my face and I knew I'd never been happier than I was to be marrying you, and you looked so happy too. I know we're only in high school, but one day, I want that to come true."

"It will." Blaine kissed his forehead, "I can't wait to marry you one day, Kurt. It doesn't matter if we're just in high school. I was being honest when I said you were the one I'd been looking for forever. That day will come, Kurt, I promise. I just need you to promise me two things in return."

"Anything," Kurt swore, sighing as Blaine's arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"First, that you'll love me forever too." Blaine smiled at him warmly.

Kurt grinned, "No problem."

"Second, the next time that you're hurting like this, that you'll come and talk to me no matter what. I love you, and these last two weeks were torture not knowing if you were going to wake up. I need you to know that you can always come to me, with anything, no matter what."

"I promise," Kurt told him seriously.

Blaine's hand caressed the back of Kurt's neck and he leaned in to kiss him on the lips. It was passionate, romantic, and perfect.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel, forever."