Chapter 5 – My Heart

Blaine

Sitting in the hospital waiting for a nurse or doctor to say something about how Kurt is, was the most torturing time period I've ever witnessed in my life. It didn't really help that Burt was pacing around the small confined waiting room, or Carole sitting in a chair across the room wiping her eyes with a tissue, or Finn sitting in the chair next to me with his head in his hands trying to hide the fact that he was crying as well. The rest of the Glee club was here, but they were in the normal waiting room, we were in the one for just for family, I was only allowed back here because I was the one to find him.

I wasn't crying, I thought that if I were to start crying that would mean I had lost him. I wasn't going to lose him, I wasn't going to lose him. I was angry, so angry. I knew who did this, I know who hurt my Kurt. No one was out trying to find him. The police were at the house photographing evidence, and trying to figure out what exactly happened.

The last time we heard from a doctor, they were still trying to set all of his broken bones, and Kurt still hadn't woken up. It had been an hour since we had gotten an update about Kurt, and we all were getting antsy. Glee kids texting Finn and I every few minutes,

Puck:

Finn, what's going on?

Mercedes:

Blaine! What's the update?

Quinn:

How's Kurt?

Tina:

Any news?

All the replies we sent were the same. "Nothing new. Let you know ASAP." No one texted back. Soon a doctor came and asked for the parents of Kurt Hummel. Burt nearly ran to the man with a chart in his hand, I could see tears streaming down his face. When the doctor started to speak, we all crowded around the two men.

"You're son suffered quite a beating. You all are lucky you found him when you did, 20 more minutes and he would have-," The doctor didn't finish the sentence, but his implied words hung in the air. '...and he would have died.' A single tear made its way from my eye, the doctor continued to speak "Well he had a number of broken bones, a concussion, and many deep wounds. I hate to say this but, Mr Hummel, your son he- He's in a coma." The words might have well been a giant train hitting us all in the gut. I literally almost fell over. I was lucky that Finn was there to catch me.

Burt found the nearest chair and collapsed in it. He had his head held between his thumb and index finger.

"How many broken bones?" Carole asked the doctor.

"His right leg, left arm, his wrist, he suffered a crack in his skull, three of his ribs were broken, and his collar bone " The doctor read off the chart.

Burt threw his hat on the ground forcefully, Finn punched the wall, and Carole just stood, mouth ajar and eyes wide. I forgot my notion towards crying and lost it completely. I slumped down on the nearest chair, taking up the same position Finn was in earlier. The next words to be spoken were from Burt, "When can we see him?" The doctor was quick to respond, "I'll escort you there now. You should prepare yourself though," Burt nodded and stood up.

"Blaine," Burt came over and grasped my shoulder, I only flinched slightly. "I think you should see him first." Slowly I raise my head, my teary eyes meeting his. I take my time to respond. "I'm not sure if I can, just yet." Burt nodded, and headed towards the door, where the doctor was waiting to escort them to Kurt.

Carole and Finn went to follow Burt, but he turned around and looked Carole straight in the eye and said, "I need to see him alone."

Now I could see just how nice a lady Carole really was. She didn't protest, or look offended, she just nodded and watched her husband walk down the hallway with the doctor, then step into a elevator.

I got up out of my chair, and proceeded to leave the waiting room, I couldn't stand in there anymore. Neither Finn nor Carole followed me out, I knew I must look like a wreck. I had blood all over my clothes, some of it embedded in my nail-beds, my face must have been red and swollen from all of the crying that I had been doing the past couple of minutes. Even as I continued to walk towards where the Glee club was waiting I cried. I couldn't contain my emotions any longer.

When the Glee club came into sight, you could tell they were nervous, Even Noah was sitting on the edge of his seat. The first person to see was Mike.

"Blaine!" He croaked. Everyone's heads snapped into the direction I was coming from, each of them stood, and waited for me to say something. I couldn't find my voice, I couldn't manage to tell the story of what happened to my Kurt.

When I looked around to our friends, I could see they all were either crying, or had just finished crying. I took in a big gulp of air, and started to speak, "K-kurt is in coma."

I'm not sure how everyone reacted, I was to overwhelmed in my emotions to observe. I know that I collapsed and Mr. Schue caught me, and he set me down in a chair. Brittany was crying while trying to comfort me.

I sat in that waiting room for a long time, eventually all of my friends left, and I was sitting there alone. Mr Schue was the last to leave, and soon after Finn came out and set a hand on my shoulder, I didn't move to look at him immediately. Slowly I looked up at him, I wasn't surprised to see him crying, I was too. We didn't say anything, and we didn't have to.

I'm not sure how long we just looked at each other, but eventually Finn spoke, "You need to go see him."

"I know. I don't think I can bear to see him like that though." I whimper, eyes tearing again. Finn moves to sit beside me and begins to speak softly, "I know it's hard to will yourself into seeing him like that, but Blaine, I know you need to. You're the one who found him, if you hadn't found him he would have," Finn doesn't finish that thought, but continues his speech, "He needs you Blaine. I know the relationship you two have, and I know you guys haven't said 'I love you' yet, but-" I cut Finn off and tell him Kurt's last words, "Finn, do you know what Kurt said before he slipped into the coma?" Finn says no, and I proceed, "The last thing that left his lips were the words 'I love you'. I didn't say it back, Finn! He told me he loves me and I might never get to tell him that I love him too! I can't live with myself now! It's my fault that he's in here! It's my fault he's in a coma! I made him stay home from school! I didn't charge my phone so he could call me! It's all my fault!"

Finn was quick with his response, "Blaine, Kurt knows you love him. And your right you are the reason he is in here, the reason he's alive, Blaine. If you hadn't been so worried about him, he would have died. I know why he stayed home from school, he told me. I would have made him stay home too, and it's not your fault your phone wasn't charged, he had left his phone on his bed, while he was downstairs. He couldn't have called you if he wanted to. Blaine I know it'll be hard for you to go in and see him, but you found him. You saw him broken, in a pool of blood, and seeing him now, healing has got to be better. It will help get rid of those images of the bad, Blaine. I can go in there with you or not. But Blaine, you have to see him." Never have I heard Finn sound so smart, and sure of what he was saying, and I knew he was right. "I'll go myself." I state, and manage to pry myself off the chair I had been glued to for a number of hours.

For some reason I knew where to go, I didn't need any direction to Kurt's room. It's like my heart guided me throughout the building and brought me right to the room where he lay, unmoving. The door was open, but the curtain was drawn so I wasn't able to see him at first. With a couple of deep breaths I take a few steps into the room, but not enough to see around the curtain. I think I would have been crying the most at that moment, but my eyes had no more tears left, so I stood there whimpering, until I willed myself to walk the next couple of steps.

My breath hitched when I saw him, there were casts everywhere, I don't think there was a place where he wasn't bandaged. His eyes were purple and puffy, and the skin that you could see was as pale as the sheets he lied upon. They had to shave a patch on the back of his head to stitch a wound. But he looked absolutely beautiful to me. I stood at the foot at his bed, wishing he would open his eyes and smile at me. But he didn't. I could barely even see the rise and fall of his chest because it was bandaged up.

One of his hands was not bandaged or broken, so I sat in the chair next to it and held his hand. Finally I speak, I know what to say now, "I love you too, Kurt." And I'm sure he heard me on some level because the faintest smile spread upon his lips. If you hadn't been paying closely attention, you'd probably not have seen it. Maybe I imagined it, but I'd like to believe he could hear me.

The End!

...Just Kidding! I think y'all would me if that's where I ended it. But seriously, more soon! Maybe if I get lots reviews I'll write super fast!