The girls found out within about ten minutes that their father wasn t quite gone yet. Blaine could see the looks of betrayal in his daughters eyes, even though none of them reprimanded him outright about upsetting them.
Blaine wondered how far gone he himself looked. He hadn t dared look into his reflection whenever he passed a mirror: whenever he saw himself he couldn t help but think about how he should be seeing his beautiful Kurt next to him.
He could feel the bags under his eyes. He d expected them to be there, deep creases in his eyelids; he hadn t slept at all in two days. His concern for his husband had been keeping him up into all hours of the night. How was he supposed to sleep when Kurt was lying in a hospital bed, barely alive as an infection ravaged his body?
Blaine s once fresh bronze skin was grayed and pasty. He d been taking medication for his HIV, no matter how much he wanted to resist it. He d rather die with Kurt than live years after without him. But Kurt had wanted it. He didn t want Blaine to wish for death because of him.
Blaine had been told that he needed to live on for their daughters, but what was there really left to do for them? Katy was about to get married, Maddie planned on visiting her birth parents in England after the funeral, Nessa had rented a small apartment with Vincent since Annabeth was born, and Stella Stella wasn t even in Blaine s custody anymore: she was living with Kurt s parents. They didn t need him anymore Mr. Anderson? Dr. Giles poked his head around the corner of the hallway and waiting room. He was rather young, almost too young to be responsible for such a precious life as Kurt s. Blaine hoped Giles realized he had his whole life in front of him: maybe one where he didn t want to spend every moment with the unlucky souls at death s door.
You can see him now.
Blaine wondered how far gone he himself looked. He hadn t dared look into his reflection whenever he passed a mirror: whenever he saw himself he couldn t help but think about how he should be seeing his beautiful Kurt next to him.
He could feel the bags under his eyes. He d expected them to be there, deep creases in his eyelids; he hadn t slept at all in two days. His concern for his husband had been keeping him up into all hours of the night. How was he supposed to sleep when Kurt was lying in a hospital bed, barely alive as an infection ravaged his body?
Blaine s once fresh bronze skin was grayed and pasty. He d been taking medication for his HIV, no matter how much he wanted to resist it. He d rather die with Kurt than live years after without him. But Kurt had wanted it. He didn t want Blaine to wish for death because of him.
Blaine had been told that he needed to live on for their daughters, but what was there really left to do for them? Katy was about to get married, Maddie planned on visiting her birth parents in England after the funeral, Nessa had rented a small apartment with Vincent since Annabeth was born, and Stella Stella wasn t even in Blaine s custody anymore: she was living with Kurt s parents. They didn t need him anymore Mr. Anderson? Dr. Giles poked his head around the corner of the hallway and waiting room. He was rather young, almost too young to be responsible for such a precious life as Kurt s. Blaine hoped Giles realized he had his whole life in front of him: maybe one where he didn t want to spend every moment with the unlucky souls at death s door.
You can see him now.