Chapter Two
Kurt walked with his head held high; smiling to himself as he headed towards glee. He held his books to his chest as always with his leather bag hanging off his right shoulder. His tall, black boots, laced perfectly came up to his shins. Kurt wore tight, panted on jeans that were tucked into his boots perfectly. His grey button down was tucked into his jeans and covered with a black and gold vest (just to have that bling there.)
Suddenly, Kurt was thrown into a locker; his forehead hitting the grids as he snaked down to the ugly tiled floor. His books had opened, his papers stretched out across the floor. Blood trailed down his forehead onto the tile, mixing in with the red squares.
A large body stood over Kurt's thin fragile body. His face, shocked, taken by fear. He heard someone coming around the corner; the large figure took off. The screech of sneakers stopped as they rounded the corner.
"Kurt!" the bystander yelled. He looked over the unconscious body. He stood up again running back around the corner banging on the Music room door. The door swung open, the glee club sat looking at the person at the door.
"What's wrong Finn?" Mr. Shue asked. He panted tears stained his face.
"Kurt. He, hes- um blood everywhere." He held up his hands that were stained with blood. Mr. Shue and Mr. Anderson took off down the hall seeing Kurt's body once they turned the corner. Finn pulled out his phone as he dialed 911. Mr. Anderson took off his sweater pressing it against the wound.
"Did someone call 911?" Mr. Anderson asked. Finn nodded.
"I'm going to the front so I can bring them to the right area." Mr. Shue ran with Finn and Rachel to the front of the building waiting for the EMT's to come. The rest of the glee club turned away, feeling sick from the blood. Mr. Anderson wrapped his arm around Kurt's limp body as he kneeled in his blood. His white pants staining red.
"Kurt, please be okay." Mr. Anderson whispered, running his fingers down Kurt's cheek.
"Mmm, Mr. Anderson, my head hurts." Kurt whined. Mr. Anderson sighed, smiling happy he was still awake.
"We got you, were gonna get you help. Just hang on." Mr. Anderson watched his eyelids open halfway.
"Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to tell you, you are the sweetest man I have ever met and cute to boot." Kurt said. Mr. Anderson smiled. "You're the kid of man I want to be with in my life; you I want you to be mine." Kurt sighed.
"Kurt, you have no idea what you're saying, you're not going to remember this." He whispered. Kurt nodded. "And there are so many people out there Kurt; I'm just your teacher."
"I will, promise." Kurt smiled sadly. Footsteps became louder as three men and a woman ran down the hallway towards the two. They took Kurt out of Mr. Anderson's arms, supporting Kurt's half lifeless body, pulling him on the gurney. Mr. Anderson watched the young student being pushed down the hallway. Finn followed to take the ride to the hospital with Kurt.
Mr. Anderson kneeled in blood even after Kurt had turned the corner. He stood up running towards his classroom; the students yelled after him. He opened the door, pushing on the lights on he ran to his closest, pulling out some extra clothes. He slipped into them as he ran to the door and down the hall passing the pile of blood.
"Anybody want a ride to the hospital?" Mr. Anderson asked as he ran past the kids. They all ran with him out to the parking lot. Some going off to their own cars, but other sticking with Mr. Anderson. Mercedes, Sam and Artie stayed with Mr. Anderson. Picking up Artie, the teacher sat him in the front buckling him in; Sam through his wheelchair into the back of the Pathfinder as the rest piled in. Mr. Anderson sat in the drivers seat looking as the kids buckled up. "Everyone good?" He asked.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson." Sam said. Pulling out of the parking lot, he turned left following the flashing lights way head of them.
"Call me Blaine outside of the classroom please." Blaine said as he turned on to the highway.
Blaine sat in an uncomfortable blue, plastic chair. His head was in his hands running threw his curls. The rest of the glee club sat along with him; Finn was pacing around. The walls seemed to be closing in on Blaine. He felt scared. He closed his eyes holding in his a breath for a second as he thought of Kurt. His laugh, eyes, hair. Blaine shook his head. No he's a student. He had a flashback of Kurt walking down the hall confident, happy. No worries. He saw Kurt turn back, seeing his face, smirking; his eyes bright and full of life. His lips, plump and slightly damp. No!
"Who was the one to press something to Kurt's wound at the school?" A low voice boomed across the waiting room. Blaine sat up searching. He saw a husky looking man in a red hat. He looked blank and tough; a little woman stood next to him. Blaine stood up waving his hand. "Well, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have lived." The man choked. "Since this man gave the wound pressure, the blood reduced. Thank you." He whispered. Blaine smiled.
"Anything for Kurt; he is the mostly lovely student I have ever encountered. He just brings life to everything he does; I just thought you should know how amazing your son is." He said. "I am his AP English teacher Blaine Anderson." He nodded.
"Burt Hummel."
"Its nice to meet you." Blaine smiled.
"Um, he's awake and he has been asking for you." Burt said. Blaine was shocked
"Really?" Blaine was surprised. He took off down the hallway towards an open door. He popped his head in seeing Kurt tangled in so many wires. He gasped looking at the poor boy. "Kurt." Blaine whispered. Kurt lifted his head.
"Mr. Anderson." He smiled.
"Blaine." He corrected him
"Blaine, I thought you wouldn't come." He smiled. Blaine walked over to the chair next to his bed.
"Why wouldn't I?" He asked. Kurt looked down.
"I don't know just thought you wouldn't. I want to thank whoever saved me with the cloth or whatever." He sighed.
"Sweater." Blaine whispered. Kurt looked at him confused. "It was me, I took off my sweater, I pressed it against the side of your head and just hoped for the best." Blaine covered his eyes. Kurt's hand pressed against Blaine's thigh.
"Thank you." Kurt choked.
"Again, anything for you. You're my student. I am responsible for what happens to you while within the schools walls." He said. Kurt looked down. "Now I want to know what happened? I know it wasn't an accident don't even try to lie to me." Blaine said. Kurt shook his head.
"I don't know I didn't get a look at the person; I would have said something." Kurt sighed. Blaine looked down.
"Have you been picked on by anyone else in the school that you know is capable of this?" Blaine asked. Kurt stiffened.
"Um, no." Kurt hesitated. Blaine looked up.
"I don't believe you." Blaine said.
"I don't care, no one." Kurt said. Blaine nodded.
"Alright, but if I see one person doing something wrong or even just slightly wrong; they are going to be questioned because really you do not deserve to go to school and be scared. School is a safe heaven a place you know the only bad thing to happen to you is failing or getting into a verbal fight with your friend." Blaine explained. Kurt nodded.
"Thank you." Kurt whispered.
Kurt was alone now; his family friends and teachers had left along time ago. He ate crappy hospital food and read some Vogue magazines that Rachel had brought him. He made some homework up at times when he was bored of magazines and T.V, but really Kurt Hummel getting tired of fashion, never. The day went on and it had grown darker, close to eight thirty.
The only light in the hospital room was the flashing light from the T.V. Kurt's eyes were drooping closed as he watched an unimportant show. Sighing he finally closed his eyes letting his tiredness take over him. While Kurt slept alone, a light knock on the doorframe was the only sound other then the beeping of the heart monitor. Kurt barley stirred, but the visitor slowly came in.
Mr. Anderson smiled looking at his student as he walked around the bed to sit in the chair closet to Kurt. He sat quietly watching his student's chest rise and fall.
"Sweet Kurt." He whispered lightly pressing his fingertips to his skin. Kurt sighed heavily waking up slightly, but still had his eyes closed, as he was too tired to open them again. "I just wanted to come back and chesk on you; I hope you remember what you said to me;" he laughed, "Your such an amazing person, so strong, confident; its amazing how your so young, but act, um, well older then me. And god, your so beautiful; so, so amazingly beautiful." He smiled. "I just want you safe; always." Mr. Anderson sighed. He leaned up pressing his lips to Kurt's forehead. His thumb brushed his stitches lightly. He sat back down smiling to himself.
"Sir, visiting hours are about over, I'm sorry." Mr. Anderson nodded sighing getting up.
"See you soon." He quietly walked out of the room, smiling at the nurse.
The last thing Kurt asked himself before falling back to sleep was: what did I say to him?
Kurt was back in school the next week. He walked the halls once again with confidence and trust in himself. He walked into Mr. Anderson's room before anyone. He saw his teacher going through some plans as he took his seat in the back. Mr. Anderson turned around smiling when he saw Kurt. He slowly walked to the back with his eyes on his student.
"How are you feeling? Welcome back." He smiled sitting on a desk in front of Kurt. Kurt sighed.
"I'm good, thank you. I just hope I didn't miss a lot." He smirked. Mr. Anderson shook his head.
"Not much; do you want to stay after today? Since there is no Glee?" He asked. Kurt nodded.
"I'd like that; oh and I want to thank you again for everything you did for me." Kurt blushed. Mr. Anderson leaned over.
"How many times do I need to tell you, I did it cause I was protecting you; I'm your teacher-"
"Blah blah blah; you did it to protect me, to save me." Kurt looked through his eyelashes. Mr. Anderson nodded, surprised at the way Kurt looked perfect even after a horrific accident. The warning bell rang and kids poured into the classroom; Mr. Anderson walked to the front greeting the class. Kurt heard Rachel squeal.
"I'm so glad your back!" She smiled. Kurt laughed, turning his attention to his teacher.
"Hello class; to day I want to start off with our first essay of the year, yay!" He cheered alone. The rest of the class groaned. Mr. Anderson sat on his desk. "Okay well, its your choice; test and quizzes or essays that you can do corrections for more points?"
"Essays!" The class yelled. Mr. Anderson threw his head back laughing.
It was lunch and Kurt sat with his Glee members; they all welcomed him back in open arms and concerns. Kurt sat next to his best friend Mercedes as she talked about songs for glee. And they all decided to be at Kurt's house teaching him every move and every note since sectionals was in a week. He even had a solo; he was terrified.
"Mercedes, do you remember me saying anything while, you know during the accident?" Kurt asked. Mercedes looked at him confused.
"I didn't hear anything; all I heard was Mr. Anderson talking to you to keep you awake." Kurt sighed.
"Damn cause he came to my hospital room like the second day I was there and said that he hopes I remember what I said and I don't and I feel bad. I don't want it to be something embarrassing." He sighed.
"Well, why don't you ask him?" Kurt nodded.
"Yea, yea I'm staying after with him this afternoon; I'll ask."
Kurt walked into Mr. Anderson's classroom, seeing the small man bounce around. He laughed as he walked in towards the front desks taking a seat.
"Hi Mr. Anderson." Kurt said. Mr. Anderson whipped around smiling.
"Oh Kurt, hey." He blushed. He brought over different handouts that he missed and tired to explain it to him. But Kurt caught on quickly to characters, storylines, and climaxes. It was something he always knew as a reader.
"Mr. Anderson can I asked you something?" Mr. Anderson looked up meeting his students bright blue, crystal eyes.
"Um, yea." He swallowed hard.
"What did I say to you during, um." Kurt looked down. Mr. Anderson's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I was awake Blaine." He whispered. I was just so tired I could open my eyes or move it was weird. Blaine stood.
"I, um- you I."
"Please, I don't mind what you said or the light kiss or anything; believe me it was perfect; you are the only one to say those things to me; and I want you to be the only one to say those things to me." Blaine ran to the classroom door closing it quickly.
"Kurt, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
"Did you hear me or did it fly over your perfect head?" Kurt laughed. Blaine sighed walking to his student grabbing his hands.
"You know I cant- um." Blaine looked down.
"I understand that; just tell me what I said." Kurt closed his eyes. "Please." Blaine nodded.
"You said that I was sweet and cute. You said that I am the kind of person you want to be with and that I'm the person that you want to be with. But you know we cant; yea your eighteen but no. I'm still your teacher and I don't want to lose my job; even though it is only a leave replacement. I just don't want you in trouble and I really don't want to be away from you in jail." Blaine rambled. Kurt stopped him; grabbing his shoulders.
"I said I understand that; maybe after I graduate." Kurt winked. "Do you want to go get coffee?" He asked. Blaine smiled
"Yea why not; let me pack up. Can you just grab my coat in my closet?" Kurt nodded walking to the small closet as Blaine packed up his leather bag. But when the creak of the door opened; Blaine shot up running towards Kurt. "No Kurt don't!" but Kurt already had the stained blood white pants and clotted sweater in his hands.
"Oh my God." Kurt whispered.
"I know; I keep forgetting to take them home." Blaine sighed.
"You cant take these home; these stains will never come out; and they are designer! You used designer clothes to save me?" Kurt yelled. "You wasted like four hundred dollars to save little worthless me?" Kurt couldn't believe the tags.
"Kurt! You are not worthless; your worth amazing amounts more then these stupid clothes!" Blaine grabbed the clothes out of his student's hands pushing them into his leather bag. "Now lets go get some coffee and relax you cause you look like you have seen a ghost." Kurt nodded following his teacher out to the parking lot.
When they got to their cars Kurt stopped Blaine.
"Am I really worth that much?" Kurt asked looking into his teacher's eyes. Blaine melted.
"And much more."