A/N: So, Chapter 2. Here we go :)
Wrecked: I Need Oxygen - Chapter 2
"We Hummels are strong at heart, dad always said," Kurt sighed.
"Can I be a Hummel too then?" laughed a voice form the doorway. Kurt looked up to find Blaine, and this time, instead of the deep navy sweater and black pants he'd been wearing last time, he was wearing a maroon red shirt with a set of baggy jeans. "I could do with a bit of strength every now and then."
"Could also do with a better sense of equilibrium," Carole teased, rolling her eyes as Blaine moved into the room. "Kurt told me how you crashed into his room,"
"Yeah..." Blaine said, blushing up to his ears and staring at the floor. "I... yeah... So I'm clumsy? I think everyone around here knows that."
"Only 'cause we can't get rid of you," she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him and making him laugh.
"Aww, you love having me around," he said, elbowing her playfully.
"So long as you don't knock over anything," she laughed again.
"Anyway," Blaine said, shifting the topic and making Kurt think he probably knocked things over fairly often. "Hello again Kurt,"
"Hi," Kurt laughed.
"No way, is that Vogue?" he asked, spotting the magazine on Kurt's lap.
"Yup," Kurt smiled. "Carole brought it for me. Her son Finn's in my Glee club at school and he told her I might like it. And I really do, thank you again Carole."
"It's nothing Kurt. Don't you worry about it. Now, I'll go check on your dad, I'll see you boys in a bit," Carole said, standing and letting Blaine steal her seat as she left with a last wave to them.
"Kurt, what do you do in Glee Club?" Blaine asked, a little puzzled as he leaned back in the chair, tucking his oxygen safely behind it.
"Oh, it's our show-choir group. We're hoping to compete for Sectionals this year," Kurt smiled. "Oh god, what if I'm not better before Sectionals?"
"Kurt, hey. You'll be okay. And even if you're not fully healed, you can still compete with your team. I doubt they'd kick you off the team for getting injured. They're your friends," Blaine reasoned.
"Yeah but... what if I'm still in a wheelchair by Sectionals? I can't... I don't even know what I'd do..."
"Hey, Kurt shh... Kurt it's okay," Blaine comforted, leaning forward and holding Kurt's hands in his own. Blaine's hands were cold but felt like a relief to Kurt's sweaty worried palms. Kurt's eyes began streaming though and he couldn't stop them.
"Hey. Budge up," Blaine said softly. Kurt did so slowly, having to concentrate a lot on how to move his heavy cast stiffened legs. Blaine pulled his oxygen closer to the bed before sitting next to Kurt and wrapping his arms around him, letting Kurt cry into his shirt. Kurt's mind was full of horrible 'what if's and each felt like a stab in the chest, his heart sinking till he was sure it should be around his toes. Kurt didn't notice Carole return a short while later and didn't see Blaine and her communicate silently, or her nod in understanding as she left them be.
"I don't think I'm doing a very good job here," Blaine sighed, resting his chin on the top of Kurt's head.
"Wh-what?" Kurt sniffed, finally pulling back and attempting to wipe his eyes dry.
"Well. I always try and cheer people up, especially as this is a hospital. But I don't think I'm doing very well at trying to cheer you up. All I seem to do is make you cry," he said sadly, apologetically.
"'s not your fault," Kurt managed, hiccupping slightly. "I just... this is all quite a lot to deal with and... God I never cry in front of anyone and here I am,"
"Does that mean I don't count as just 'anyone' then?" Blaine asked, his tone both teasing and hopeful.
"I guess not," Kurt laughed weakly. "But don't tell anyone how hideous I look when I cry."
"You don't look hideous in the least Kurt. Although, these hospital gowns are... not exactly my favourite," Blaine joked, rubbing his hand comfortingly over Kurt's shoulder. Kurt laughed weakly again and leaning into the contact, resting his head against Blaine's chest again.
"Thank you... I'm glad I have someone here. I mean, Carole's lovely but... she reminds me too much of Finn and all my friends and what they'll think or how they'll react. I'm guessing you have a different experience of hospitals to her and you... you just get it. You know how this feels..."
"More than you know Kurt. I hate these places from the bottom of my heart, which luckily is working. They're just not fun at all so... I kinda try and make them a little. Being stuck here is one of the worst things I've been through and I hate the fact others have to be here too. That's why I always try and help. Because whether kids are too stubborn to admit it or not, they need something here to just... brighten the horizon." Blaine said quietly, resting his cheek on Kurt's head.
"You're too nice. Why is nobody else just this nice without even needing to be?" Kurt sighed making Blaine laugh a little.
"You're just saying that," he smiled.
"Nobody else is this nice to me without reason," Kurt said.
"Well nobody else knows how nice it is to know you. You are strong Kurt. Stronger than you think. You even said it though; 'we Hummels are strong at heart'. I wish I had been as strong as you when I was told about my crappy lungs,"
"You... you do?"
"Uh, yeah. I cried for a week straight. Only person who could get some sort of conversation out of me was my older brother and I barely ate I was kinda busy crying. But uh... don't tell anyone 'kay? I mean, the nurses know about it, but like... don't tell you're friends you met this short little cry-baby when you were here, yeah?" Blaine said, earning a weak laugh from Kurt.
"You're not that short Blaine."
"Well... I kinda am," Blaine laughed. "My brother's even kind enough to call me Hobbit constantly."
"Your brother sounds like Santana."
"I'll tell him that. I'm sure he'll enjoy being compared to a girl," Blaine laughed, earning a weak smile from Kurt.
"This is what I prefer doing," Blaine sighed. "The making-you-smile bit. I don't mind the being-there-whilst-people-cry bits but I feel like I've definitely made a difference when you smile."
"I'll be sure to smile as much as I can then," Kurt laughed, wiping his eyes on the bed sheets. "Sorry bout your shirt," he mumbled, realising just how tear-stained Blaine's shirt was. Blaine just laughed and shrugged.
"Meh, it's okay. It'll survive right?"
"Yeah." Kurt sighed. There was a quiet knock at the door and Carole reappeared.
"Hey Hon, how you doing?" she asked as she poked her head around the door.
"Yeah I'm... better. Did you find out about dad?" Kurt said.
"Yes. He's just woken up and he already wants to see you." she smiled.
"Good. I really want to see him." Kurt nodded to himself.
"I'll go grab you a wheelchair Kurt." Carole said. Not long later she returned and together, she and Blaine managed to help Kurt into the chair. Soon, he was rolling down the corridor, Blaine's kart attached to the back of the chair as they three of them walked away from Kurt's room.
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