Okay, So I know this took me forever, I don't know much about comas, and I had finals at school last week. Originally this chapter was gonna be WAAY longer but I decided to make it two chapters to prolong the story. So I hope you like this chapter! :)

Chapter 6 – What Hurts the Most

Blaine

Its been two months and 29 days since Kurt was beaten and fell into a coma. I've barely left the hospital, I want someone to be here when he wakes up, whether it's me or not, I don't want him waking up alone. The police caught Karofsky and he's on trial, he will most likely do most to all of his life in prison, he was tried as an adult.

Burt hadn't canceled Kurt's magazine subscriptions, or cell phone service saying that when Kurt woke up he'd be pissed not having them. So every day I read to him, whether it's from my textbooks for homework, or his magazines. Since Kurt hasn't moved other than when the nurses clean him up and change the sheets, his bones have healed for the most part. He isn't all bandaged up anymore, and he's starting to look more like himself.

It's 3:30 and I know Burt will be here soon, and so will Mercedes. I breathe out a huff and speak my thoughts to my stagnant boyfriend, "You'll have some more visitors in a few Kurtie! Isn't that exciting." I get out of the recliner chair I've been using as a bed for the past two and a half months. I pace around the small room for a minute, running my hands through the curly mass of hair that has taken residence on my head.

Then I look at Kurt's face, really look at him, I'm basically staring him down, studying all of his features when nothing happens. Nothing at all, he doesn't move or eyes starting to flutter. When Sue Sylvester knocks on the door of Kurt's room, it startles me.

"I'm sorry to disturb your one way lovers stare down, but I think it's finally time to come and pay a visit to my sweet Porcelain. I haven't seen him, or you now that I think of it, in the hallways of our trash of a high school in quite some time. Becky was kind enough to do some digging ad found out where I could find you." Sue says in her normal sarcastic, monotone voice.

I can't to see her lie directly in front of me, and I sort lose it, "Don't you lie Coach Sylvester! You've known what happened to Kurt! Everyone in Lima knows! It was on a NATIONAL BROADCASTING! Everyone knows what happened to Kurt! You do a segment at a news station, you knew about Kurt! We've had people come visit Kurt that I'm pretty sure don't know him at all! So don't you say you didn't know he was in here!"

Sue literally took a step backwards, "Whoa, Quid Pro Quo, I didn't know you had it on you to stand up to me like that. You should be careful, you might wake up the sleeping elf over there." Sue motions to Kurt.

"You know I wish it was that easy Ms. Sylvester. I wish I could scream and Kurt would wake up! But he won't! He's in a coma! He doesn't just wake up!" My words rang through the air, they seemed to bounce off the walls and hit me with full force, He doesn't just wake up!

Sue walked over to the bed, set down the porcelain doll she bought, it sort of resembled him, and it was wearing a Cheerios uniform. "I had that specially made for him." Then the usually fearsome coach left, making me feel guilty.

I was hoping Burt was coming to visit Kurt today, so I could run home and grab some things, but he had to go to the court hearing of Karofsky to go to. "Kurt, I know I told you that your Dad was coming to see you today, like he normally does, but he was busy. I told him I'd call him if you do something! I'd really love if you woke up!" But Kurt didn't move, didn't do a thing. I sigh and decide to call my mother. She decides to bring me dinner and some clean clothes, and I thank her for it.

That night and the next day were uneventful. Burt came, said that they sentenced Karofsky to 40 years in prison, and stayed with Kurt so I could go get a hair cut. I refused to leave Kurt for more than two hours at a time, so I returned rather quickly. The nurses at the desk greeted me by name, and I greeted them back. The walk to Kurt's room was familiar, and I breezed through the hallways, up the elevator, and into the room where Burt was reading to Kurt. I was quite with my entry, and stood close to the door, not wanting to interrupt Burt's time with his son.

I'm sure he didn't know I was present in the room, because I don't think if he did, he wouldn't have said what he did, "Kurt, It's me. Your Dad. I'm pretty sure you can hear me, Blaine said you smiled at him once, I mean after you've been... Kurt," Now I could hear that he was crying, and trying to speak to his son, "Kurt, I need some sign that you can hear me. You gave Blaine one, but I—I Kurt? I can't lose you son. I can't lose you after I've already lost your mother. I know that you take the drawers out of her dresser and you sit there and smell her perfume, well Kurt I do that too. Now I go in your room, I go in your room and sit in your closet. I miss how you tell me what to eat, I miss you complaining how I watch sports games with Finn. I miss watching you fuss over your hair, and clothing. I miss you dragging me to the mall and trying to buy me nice clothes. I miss you Kurt."

I felt bad for interrupting Burt's moment with his son, but I also thought that he needed some comfort. So I walk into the room quietly and walk over to Burt. Hesitantly I set my hand on his shoulder, but Burt doesn't flinch like I thought he would, he doesn't really react to my presence at all, until he sets his hand on top of mine when he stops crying. I was the first to speak, "Burt, I'm so sorry to have interrupted your time with Kurt," I start. "But I thought you might need some support."

Burt doesn't respond right away, and turns from facing Kurt, to facing me. He looks up at me somberly, "Blaine, I know I've never told you this but I love how faithful you are to my son, and I'm happy you're here for him. I'm happy you haven't given up on him." Burt, chokes.

My response is swift, "He can't be alone when he wakes up." Burt smiles at me, and gathers his things to return home.

At around 9 pm I decide to go to sleep, and try to get comfortable in my chair. A nurse hustles in, checks a few monitors, says a quick hello to me, and then retreats. I sigh, and speak a few words to Kurt, "Good night, my wonderful Kurt! I hope you will sing to me again soon." Then I fell into a deep sleep.

I'm not sure why I woke up when I did, but when I looked at the clock it was 3 am. Sleepily I rubbed my eyes, meandered into the attached bathroom, splashed some water on my face, I look up into the mirror and stare at my haggard, half asleep face. I have huge black circles under my eyes. The doctor that cares for Kurt says its because of the nightmares. The hair on the top if my head is standing up in a way that resembles a cockatoo. I sigh and mutter, "Need to shave" then retreat back into the hospital room.

For a minute I stare at Kurt, and just study him. I long for him smile, to see his eyes light up, to even see his beautiful blue eyes, without the doctor prying his eyelids open and shining a light in them. I walk over to the chair that sits next to his hospital bed. I lean my arms onto the bed and gather his hand into both of mine, then I bow my head so it's staring at our intertwined hands. Kurt's arm twitches, which is normal, his muscles do that every so often. Now I don't believe in God, or anything like that, but I do believe in miracles and I'm not sure why, but something in me, told me to look up at Kurt's face, and so I did. I look at his angelic face, peaceful in its extended slumber. In my mind I picture all of our happy times up until this happened to him. I also picture times of us in the future. I see us going to New York, living in a tiny studio, struggling for fame and Broadway. I see us happy, fighting, and making up. I see us walking down streets holding hands, whispering sweet nothings in each others ears. I see him scolding my fashion choices and dragging me into stores. I see us growing old, adopting cute little babies, Kurt fusing over gray hair, and rings on our left hands that mean we belong to, and love each other.

I whisper, "Kurt," and then the most magical thing happened. A miracle happened, I'm not sure what words to use, because never in my life have I ever been that happy. Kurt opened his eyes, and all I did was stare at him, mouth ajar. "Hi Blaine," Kurt smiles.

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