Kurt's eyes opened to the sound of Blaine's mother yelling outside the door. He looked to his right and saw Blaines face about an inch away from his. Trying to think quickly, he leaped onto the floor, ripping off his jacket, and used as a pillow as he sprawled out on the ground a fair distance from the bed, pretending he'd been there all night.
Blaine's mother barged in obnoxiously, waking Blaine abruptly.
"Hey Mom," He said groggily.
"My Wittle baby!" she shouted, running over to Blaine, just barely failing to crush Kurt with her feet as he shifted out of the way. She scowled at him for his evasion, then wrapped her arms around Blaine. "How does you feel?" She said next, in a baby voice.
"Eh, I'm fine-" He began
"FINE! oh my poor darling, you got shot! You're not fine! I don't understand why you've forgiven this little shit for pushing you in front of him!-" She said pointing to Kurt, who buried his face in his knees.
"Shut up Mom." Blaine said curtly. "Kurt didn't fucking do anything, I jumped in front of him because I-he's my best friend!" Blaine said, catching himself. Blaine's mother looked back at him with utter astonishment in her eyes. She than turned to the door, pretending not to notice she'd kicked the shoulder of the tiny boy who now lay in a heap on the floor.
"I'll see you later than Blaine." She stated, then left.
"...K-Kurt?" Blaine tried, but Kurt didn't move his head from where it stayed under his arms, deep in his knees. "Please Kurt..." Kurt moved slightly this time, peeking just enough for Blaine to see the abundance of tears streaking down his cheeks.
That did it, Blaine unhooked his leg from the sling it hung in, ripped out his IVs and jumped onto the floor to wrap his arms around Kurt. If felt so right like that, holding him all alone like this. Blaine hesitantly dipped his head and kissed the corner of Kurt's mouth lightly, then pulled away. But Kurt refused to have that, he spun around quickly, pinned Blaine down on the floor, and kissed him directly on the lips fiercely and desperately. Blaine didn't think, he just kissed Kurt back with as much lust as he could summon. Eventually Kurt swung his leg over Blaine's, straddling him while laying across his entire body. Once Blaine had completely run out of air, he pulled away from Kurt, who blushed fiercely, and went to go sit in the corner again.
A nurse came in a minute later, and started to lecture Blaine about the dangers of unhooking the equipment, Blaine just smiled and claimed to her, "It was worth it." Making Kurt's embarrassment float away momentarily as a smile crept onto his lips and his face tuned red.
Kurt looked at his watch. "Shit, I gotta go...school tomorrow." Blaine nodded as Kurt headed for the door.
"Hey Kurt?"
"yea?"
"I'd take a bullet for you any day..." Blaine said in his fake gruff war prince way with a smile, trying his hardest not to sound as tacky and cliché as possible, while still meaning it. With that Kurt walked back over to the bed and without caring about the nurse standing right there, leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth and muttered.
"Let's try not to do that again anytime soon though." And with that he turned and left.
Kurt walked through the hallways quickly, trying to avoid being seen by her, he knew Blaine wouldn't be happy, and he didn't want to deal with her either. But sure enough there she was waiting for him, Brittany Pierce. Brittany wasn't bad looking, but she was just, plain, like a copy of everyone else. And for some reason, she'd developed an obsession with Kurt.
"Hi my little Kurty!" She said, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as he struggled to free himself. Brittany continued to smile. "You're so silly!" Kurt rolled his eyes,
"Fuck off Brittany." Kurt said, not in the mood for any of this.
"Someone's Mr. Moody!" She leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek, who opened his eyes in shock, before she skipped away.
Finally Kurt arrived home and began to through the thing's he had to bring to Blaine into a bag. His homework (right), stuff to do, instant coffee that was too expensive at the hospital, and a couple of guitar pics. As he was getting ready to leave, he saw his dad.
"Where you headed to Kurt?"
"Uh, to see Blaine in the hospital..."
"I see, I-I'm going to come by and say hi later."
"Oh, um that's ok dad, you don't have to." Kurt mumbled.
"Yes I do." Said Kurt's dad, nodding. "The police told me what really happened when I came to get you from the hospital that day. I wanted to see if you would tell me yourself, but you're too proud...just like your mom was...I have to go say thank you to the boy that saved my
son's life." Kurt half nodded and rushed out the door to the hospital.
Blaine smiled as he saw Kurt come into the room and throw some magazines on his bed.
"How was school?"
"Amazing." Said Kurt, dryly. Blaine chuckled.
They sat and talked for a while about random things, and about how Blaine would soon be out of the hospital. When it was almost time for Kurt to leave, he bent down and kissed Blaine once again on the lips.
"Kurt?" Blaine slurred into his lips
"Mmm...?" was Kurts only response.
"Don't you ever thank me for this again." Kurt didn't answer, just went deeper into the kiss.
On the other side of the room, Kurt's father stood in the doorway, watching his son kiss his best friend in a way he'd be scolding him for if it were a girl, but he kept silent, and waited until they were finished a while before coming in to talk to Blaine, chuckling to himself when he saw his son's face redden.
It was the last day of school before break and Kurt had to keep from sprinting there, because it was Blaine's first day back. Upon his arrival, he took paths he usually didn't go through the hallways to try to find Blaine without finding Brittany. Finally he found Blaine in the courtyard, but just as approached him, the bell rang. Blaine chuckled, "Meet ya here 4th period." Kurt nodded and walked towards his class.
The clock could not have moved any slower, Kurt waited through all of his first three classes anxiously until finally, the bell rang, Kurt grabbed his things and sprinted off in the direction of the courtyard. He got there before Blaine, so he sat down on top of the picnic table and waited. Right away her felt two hands over his eyes, which turned into lips on his own. Kurts eyes shot open. The lips were unashamed, soft, and rough, this wasn't Blaine, it was Brittany.
Kurt struggled to push her off him, but she had her arms wrapped around his neck and back and was now seated in his lap. Out of the corner of Kurt's eye, he saw Blaine standing behind her, staring, then he was gone.