A/N: Why was there no Glee this week? Garrrrgh. N-e-o-a (geddit? Read it out loud really fast), this chapter isn't as depressing as the few prior, but I still put a joke at the end. I'm running out of jokes here, people! Well, I haven't told you some of my favourites because I tend to like inappropriate and vaguely offensive jokes. But enough about me! This is about you! You should review, yes? Yes. I believe so. On with the story!
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What a crappy night. Finn didn't want to spend his Saturday night in the hospital worrying about someone he didn't even really know. But he was determined to be there for Kurt because, and it made his stomach cramp to admit it, but he loved Kurt. Like a brother. The way a very straight older brother loves his quirky, gay younger brother. Finn knew how important Blaine was to Kurt. Now that they lived together, Finn and Kurt were having long conversations on a regular basis. Through these conversations, Finn learned many things: a couple full sentences in French ("Je suis un gros poulet"), why it was so important to keep your cuticles in check, why people eat egg white omelettes. But, mostly, Finn learned all about Blaine. Finn knew way more about this dude than he wanted to. He knew that Blaine played the guitar. He knew he used Aveeno on his hands to soften his rough, guitar-playing hands. He knew his birthday, his favourite pie, he even knew that he had a freckle on the left side of his clavicle. Way more than Finn needed to know. But he knew it anyway because, night after night, he would sit and listen to Kurt's ramblings on how amazing Blaine was. It stirred something strange and alien inside Finn; it made Finn feel - dare he say it? - protective of Kurt. But why? When Kurt started talking about Blaine, Finn had a strong urge to find Blaine and have a serious talk with him. But why?
It's not like Kurt's way younger than me, or a girl or anything. He can take care of himself.
But damn that little dude if he doesn't mean too much to me.
Carole had fallen asleep onto Burt's shoulder (Burt was also asleep) and Finn felt awkward around Blaine's mom, so he decided to walk around a little bit. The hospital seemed fairly quiet overall, but there was a constant hum and beeping of machines in the background. Finn didn't know how long he had been walking when the taupe walls were replaced by bright yellow ones. By the time he noticed the change, he was standing in a hallway with a very colourful mural of a merry-go-round on one wall and a large window in the wall across from it. On the other side of the window was a paler yellow room filled with row upon row of bassinets. Inside each bassinet was a newborn baby with either a pink or blue ribbon around its ankle. Finn was mesmerised by these tiny people. He stepped right up to the glass until his nose was almost touching it.
The bassinet in the very centre of the room held a little baby with a pink anklet. She was gazing up at the ceiling and a little bubble of drool was slowly growing in the corner of her mouth. The bubble popped and she blinked, as if startled.
Finn laughed.
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Dr. North had left to tell Betty that she could see her son, leaving Kurt alone with Blaine.
He was humming absent-mindedly while he held Blaine's hand up to his, comparing them. Kurt's fingers were more slender, but Blaine's were longer. Kurt's fingers tapered from the bases daintily; Blaine's fingers were widest at the knuckles. Kurt's hands were soft and fragile; Blaine had artist's hands, calloused, with stiff fingertips from guitar-playing.
Several times a minute, Kurt would glance up at Blaine's face, which was slightly contorted in pain. Kurt's face mirrored it, his stomach flipping and twisting at the idea of Blaine in pain.
Dr. North reentered the room, followed closely by Betty. Betty gasped "My baby!" then ran up to Blaine, cupped his face in her hands and placed her forehead gently against his. She clenched her eyes shut and tears squeezed out, pooling in the inner corners of her eyes, until the weight of the tears became too much and they slid down her nose onto Blaine's.
Kurt felt uncomfortable, as if he were intruding on a very private moment. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, he slowly stood up and backed out of the room, closing the door after him. Once out in the hallway, he let out the breath he didn't remember holding in. Massaging his temples, his walked down the hall without looking in front of him. He was fully intent on returning to the waiting room on the floor below, but he forgot that stairs would be involved. He took one step where the was no floor beneath his foot, and went tumbling down.
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Bonnie slowly cracked open her eyes. She saw two sleeping grown-ups in front of her, sideways. One of them was Kurt's daddy. She sat up with a jolt and looked around wildly. She was alone and her cheek hurt from the fabric of the chair her face had been pressed against.
"Mommy?" She whimpered. She saw a clock hanging on the wall across the room, and approached it until she was right under it, looking up at it. She scrunched her nose and pursed her lips, trying to read the time.
The smaller one is bigger, so it's backwards. The bigger one is smaller.
This little, white clock was much harder to read then the giant, yellow, foam one in her classroom. She could remember that the red hand was the hours and the green hand was the minutes, but the hands of this clock were both black.
The big one that should be red is between the 9 and the 10, but it's closer to the 10. The one that should be green is right next to it. So it's...
Bonnie couldn't tell what time it was. "Mommy," She whimpered again, starting to cry. She ran off down the hallway, hoping she would find her mommy soon.
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Dr. North had left Betty alone with Blaine. Betty was currently perched on the edge of his bed, her arm cradling his head, her hand wrapped around to stroke his cheek with her fingers. She was quietly singing the songs she would sing to him when he was a baby, and whenever he was sick or hurt. She remembered the time he fell out of a tree he was climbing and broke his arm. It happened the same time Betty went into labour with Bonnie.
Why couldn't you have broken your arm a few days earlier? That would have made it so much easier for all of us.
"Oh, Hon," Betty whispered, craning down to kiss Blaine's forehead.
"M-Mom?" A raspy voice whispered back.
"Blaine? I'm here, Babe," Betty said, excited and incredibly nervous at the same time.
"Mom?" He whispered again, his eyes still clenched shut.
"Yes, Dear?"
His bright eyes opened and looked at her, reminiscent of Bambi or Puss in Boots from Shrek. "I want cornflakes."
Betty laughed lightly and embraced her conscious son.
"Ow!"
Betty gasped and let go immediately, "Oh my god, Blaine, I'm so sorry!"
"That's okay, just... warn me next time."
"Okay, Dear. I'm going to hug you now, and I may never let go," She said, then embraced him again, more cautiously this time.
Blaine let a shaking breath out of his mouth and lifted his good hand to pat his mom on the back gently.
Just then, the door opened and a nurse in green scrubs stepped in with Bonnie clinging to her leg. "I found this wandering around," The nurse said exasperatedly, "does it belong to you?"
Betty laughed again. She was in a laughing mood. "Yes, it does," She smiled at Bonnie.
Bonnie extracted herself from the nurse and ran over to her mom, wrapping herself around Betty's leg instead.
"Thank you," Betty smiled at the nurse.
The nurse rolled her eyes, but chuckled as she left the room, closing the door.
"Bonnie," Betty said quietly, patting her little girl's head, "look who's awake."
Bonnie looked up and saw Blaine for the first time since the accident. She looked scared. "Blaine?"
"It's me, Bonnie," He told her, holding his hand out to her.
Bonnie approached his hand like a wary dog trying to determine if this was a threat or not. She seemed to decide he was safe, and put her tiny hand into his. He squeezed it. Hard.
"Ow, Blay-een!" She whined, trying to pry herself from his grasp. He refused to let go.
"B-Bonnie?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, Blaine?" Bonnie stopped squirming.
"Did you eat my sour worms?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at her as best he could.
Bonnie looked at Blaine with the cutest look of guilt he had ever seen. Her eyes went wide and her bottom lip quivered. Then, she burst out in tears.
"Oh, Bonnie!" Blaine couldn't help laughing at her. She was adorable. He let go of her hand and used his good arm to hoist her up onto the bed by her waist. She immediately buried her face in his chest, blubbering. He wrapped her in his arm and held her tight, still laughing. He looked at Betty and they laughed together.
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A/N: "A dyslexic man walks into a bra..."
D'awww, sho kyoot. Especially that part with Finn. It had nothing to do with anything, but I wanted to write it because I'm selfish. Hope that's okay with you.
I have fallen ill, so I'll hopefully be writing more in the coming days. Unfortunately, my workplace doesn't think being sick is a good enough excuse to miss work, so that whole "writing more" thing may just be a pipe dream. On another note, I can't figure out line breaks because I am a complete and utter luddite. Help?