Still picking at the split in the wood Blaine avoided Kurt's eyes. "And... uhm, after I heard him leave with my Mom, I kind of... I lost it. I was upset with him for putting me through so much... so much absolute shit my entire life, only to give me permission to live my life the way I want to. But mostly, I was angry with myself, for letting him do all of that to me."
"What do you mean you lost it?" Kurt lightly placed his hand on the crook of Blaine's elbow.
"I uhm, I tore up all my sheet music. I went downstairs and I accidentally bumped into a vase of flowers. I caught it before it feel, but then I sort of just threw it on the floor. It felt- it felt so damn nice to feel power over something. I was walking toward the fridge to get a glass of water when I stepped in a shard of glass. It hurt like hell at first... but after a few seconds I- I felt so... so relieved. For once a type of pain that I was in control of... And I didn't want that feeling to end..." Blaine looked up at Kurt; he watched as realization slowly melted onto his face.
"Blaine... Blaine tell me you didn't." He moved his hand down Blaine's arm. When he reached his wrist he slowly turned it over.
"Kurt, I-I'm so sorry..." Kurt could barely hear him. Tears drowned out all of his senses. The angry lines across Blaine's wrist burned hatred into his skull. Deep and haunting, they trailed up his arm. Becoming more and more clumped the higher he went.
"Kurt, please don't be angry with m-" Before he could finish his sentence he found Kurt's lips on his wrist. He pressed a feather light kiss to each and every scar. Lifting all feelings of anger, resentment and pain into the thin air. He continued this all the way up his arm. His shoulder. The crook in his neck. The purple and blue blotches on his collar bone. Under his slightly puffy eye. Finally onto his lips. Blaine melted completely. Forgetting every thought and feeling other than love and compassion.
"Blaine," Kurt reluctantly pulled away from his lips, "We need to get you to the hospital."
"No... no doctors. Kurt I'm fine..."
"Blaine, please." He put his hand under Blaine's chin and tilted his head up. "For me?"
Blaine sighed. How could he possibly say no to those eyes? "Alright, alright. Fine."
"C'mon, I'll help you up." Standing up and putting his hands out, Kurt helped Blaine to his feet. "We'll have to take your car, okay sweetheart?" Blaine blushed at the sweet tone in Kurt's voice. He absolutely adored when Kurt called him sweetheart.
"Okay."
After the treacherous descend down the marble star case and finding the keys on the counter, they fumbled out the door and reached Blaine's car. Carefully sitting Blaine down in the passenger's seat, Kurt quickly walked around the front and hopped inside. He turned on the heat and Looked over at his boyfriend.
"Are you doing okay? I'm going to need you to stay awake in case you have a concussion."Kurt eyed him wearily.
"Huh? Oh... yeah, of course." He sat up a little straighter in his seat. 'How'd he know I hit my head?'
The car ride to the hospital wasn't very long. Being that it was almost 5 in the morning, the only people on the road were early morning commuters. Kurt glanced over at Blaine at every stop light they hit. His head was leaning against the window of the car, fogged up from the early morning dew. He noticed Blaine's fist clenched tight into the fabric of his stained shirt. Kurt reached over and placed a hand around it; Blaine instantaneously relaxed and kissed Kurt's fingers, one by one.
"Mr. Anderson, am I going to need to pull over again?" Kurt's tone was playful, but he had no intention of stopping the car.
"I don't know, you tell me." Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and started to push it under the waistline of his jeans.
"Blaine Devon Anderson!" Kurt snatched his hand away and threw Blaine a warning look.
"What? I've missed you." Blaine pouted his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows.
"You may be able to fool the entire human race with that look, but not me." Kurt remained facing forward.
Blaine crossed his arms and turned away from Kurt. "This is cripple abuse."
"Blaine De- this is not something to joke about." Kurt frowned, "Besides, you're hardly crippled."
"Hardly- Excuse me Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am beyond crippled." He clutched his chest in fake offence.
"Uh-huh." Kurt could feel his poker face slipping into a slight smile.
"Fine. You want proof? Here." Blaine lifted up his shirt to reveal an enormous bruise on his ribs with blood matted around the edges. The imprint of his rib cage on his skin made Kurt squirm in his seat.
"Oh my gosh, Blaine! Why didn't you tell me?!" Kurt kept looking from the bruise back to the road. He shoved his foot harder onto the gas pedal.
"Convinced now, Doctor Phil?" Blaine pushed his shirt back down and smiled triumphantly to himself.
"Blaine Doctor Phil isn't a medical doct-" Blaine quickly kissed his cheek and leaned back into the warm seat. Once they arrived at the hospital Kurt had to help Blaine out of the car. His light weight leaning against his slender frame made Kurt's insides do little flips. He noted how thin Blaine was. They approached the receptionist at the front desk. She must have been in her late 40's, but her eyes held a glint of youth that Kurt couldn't quite explain.
"Hi. This is Blaine Anderson. He needs a doctor as soon as possible." He ignored Blaine's murmers of 'I'm fine, Kurt, it's not that bad.'
"Yes, of course. Let me look you up on our computer and we should have a doctor ready for you momentarily."
"Thank you Miss-" Blaine squinted at her nurse's badge.
"Just call me Angie, pumpkin." She smiled warmly at the couple and continued to type information onto her computer.
"C'mon Blaine. Let's go sit down." With Kurt's arm helping Blaine keep his balance, they slowly made their way over to the nearest set of chairs. Kurt grimaced at how vibrant and happy the colour of the chairs were, but was thankful for a place to sit none the less. He glanced over at Blaine, who was pretending to pick a hangnail on his thumb.
"Hey," he said softly, putting his hand over both of Blaine's. "You're okay now. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." He gently brushed his thin lips over Blaine's temple.
Blaine sighed contently and leaned his head onto Kurt's shoulder. "Thank you." He entangled his fingers with Kurt's, wincing at the sudden throbbing that made an appearance in his wrists. Feeling Blaine's discomfort Kurt gave his hand a small squeeze.
Moments later Angie walked over to them, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. 'Oh, how darling they are.' She thought to herself. The way the injured boy's head rested perfectly in the nook of the other boy's neck caused a small smile to spread across her face.
"A room has just opened up." Blaine unwillingly untangled his fingers from Kurt's and awkwardly hopped into the wheelchair. Kurt started to get up when Angie put a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry sugar, but right now only family is allowed to visit."
As she carted Blaine away he looked back with panic written all over his face. Kurt gave him a smile that barely reached his eyes in response. After about fifteen minutes of waiting Kurt realized that it was almost 5:30. His Dad would be waking up any minute now to go to work. He decided to send him a quick text, letting him know what happened and where he was.
Hey Dad, you know how I told you Blaine's been acting weird lately? I decided to check up on him. We are at the hospital right now. He had an incident with his father. Will tell you more later. Xoxo –Kurt
Moments later his phone vibrated. Looking at the screen he read his father's response.
I'll make my way over as soon as I'm on my lunch break. Don't worry kiddo. Everything will be fine.
After constantly reassuring Blaine that he would be okay, it was nice to hear the condolence being reciprocated. He let out a small sigh and let his eyelids slowly droop down, until he was fast asleep.