Live Like We're Dying
Blaine sat, listening to his music on his way back to Lima. He shut his eyes and was able to sleep for a while before a bump jolted him awake. The music played softly from his headphones "if every second counts on a clock that's tickin gotta live like we're dying" This didn't feel like turbulence, what was happening? People around him had the same look of shock he was wearing, Blaine ripped out his headphones as the oxygen masks fell from a compartment above them. His breath caught in his throat as a voice came over the speakers. They were going down.
If your plane fell out of the skies, who would you call with your last goodbyes?
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Kurt smiled and whistled as he put the muffins in the oven.
"Happy, are we?" Carole asked, smirking and taking a seat behind the counter. Kurt smiled
"Of course I'm happy! Blaine's coming back today, he said he'd come visit me."
"Are all those muffins for him, or am I allowed to have some?" Kurt giggled
"Of course you can have some," His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out.
"It's Blaine!" he squeaked and hit 'answer' "Blaine!" he said happily, but the ragged breaths on the other end weren't what he was expecting.
"Kurt…"
"Blaine? What's wrong?"
"Look…just…I love you." Blaine said, choking on his words
"Blaine! What's going on?" he felt tears of panic forming in his eyes
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I don't know what I would have done without you." He took a deep, shuddering breath "I love you so, so much…please don't forget that." And the line went dead. The phone slipped from Kurt's grasp and he bolted into the living room. He turned on every single news channel he could think of until he found it. Carole had followed him in and now had her hand clasped tightly over her mouth.
"Dad!" Kurt screamed, panic laced his voice and tears found their way down his cheeks. Burt came running down the stairs along with Finn, they stopped dead when they saw the image on the screen.
"Kurt…that's not…" Kurt nodded miserably and sobbed into his hands. On the T.V. screen, a plane was on fire in the sky.
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Blaine bowed his head, clasped his hands and prayed, like many others on the plane. But what he wasn't doing was praying for his life, he was praying for Kurt. Praying that Kurt would be okay without him and he'd live a happy life.
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"This can't be happening!" Kurt cried, burying his face in his dad's chest.
"There's nothing they can do, Kurt."
"So I just have to sit here and watch him d-" he couldn't say the word. He felt like he was going to be sick. Finn was pale and Carole was crying. Kurt got up and rushed to the sink, emptying the entire contents of his stomach. He felt his dad's rough hand on his back and rinsed out his mouth.
"Maybe…maybe they'll find a way," Burt said, Kurt just stared at him.
"Have you s-seen the p-pictures?" he hiccupped "the plane is on f-fire…oh God"
He hid his face in his hands again. Burt pulled him into a hug and let him cry, after a while Kurt pulled away and wiped at his eyes.
"I…I'm going upstairs…I can't watch this…I can't." he shook his head and hurried up the steps.
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The plane jumped and swerved and Blaine did his best to keep his lunch down. He didn't cry, he didn't scream like the rest of the passengers, he just kept his head bowed and prayed for the best. Suddenly, something happened. It stopped bouncing around, and Blaine felt more than heard the glass shatter next to him.
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"Please…please, I know I haven't…talked to you in my life but please." Kurt begged "you didn't save my mom…for some reason, but if you're there, if you exist, you have to save B-Blaine." Kurt took a gasping breath "so many people love him…Lima…Ohio…the World, it wouldn't be the same without him in it." Kurt sighed, because he knew what he was doing was ridiculous. He didn't believe in the thing he was praying to, but it was the only thing he could do. When he found he couldn't speak anymore, he just lay on his bed and cried.
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Everything had gone dark and Blaine could feel nothing but cold. Suddenly, there was something warm wrapping around him, a pressure on his chest and a burning in his throat. He opened his eyes to a bunch of blurry colors. He turned his head to the side and coughed up…something. He felt hands on his back and waited for his lungs to clear out. He took big gasping breaths and rubbed at his eyes.
"Don't move, kid." He heard someone say, and stopped what he was doing. He felt hands push him back down onto something and pull straps across his shoulders.
"I can't see," he rasped, looking around at all the blurry shapes and colors. There was a moment of silence and a bright light shone in his eyes before someone spoke.
"Do you wear glasses?" he nodded and there was a soft laugh "we'll find you something, just lay back and rest."
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Fifteen. Fifteen people died. Burt didn't know what to tell Kurt…any of those people could be Blaine. Although, it was a miracle that there weren't more deaths. The pilot had flown the plane into the river, it had been better then crashing into the ground, where there would have been nearly no survivors. He decided that not telling Kurt would do absolutely no good, so he made his way up to his sons room. He opened the door to see Kurt lying on his bed.
"Hey, scooter…" he said, Kurt turned his red, tearstained face towards his father.
"daddy?" Burt's heart tightened in his chest
"They….they landed the plane...in the river" Kurt's eyes widened and he sat up quickly "fifteen people died." Kurt shook his head.
"What if one of them is Blaine, dad?"
"What if it's not?" Bur decided to be optimistic, there was a very good chance that Blaine was still alive, but to get Kurt's hopes up just to have them crushed seemed cruel. Kurt nodded and took a breath.
"Call the hospitals."
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Blaine opened his eyes and was glad he could finally see. He turned his head painfully to see a cup of water sitting on a nightstand next to him. He reached a hand out shakily and tried to pick it up. He cursed when the cup fell out of his loose grasp. A nurse quickly bustled into the room, he looked from her to the cup pleadingly. She smiled and picked it up, pouring some more water into it from the pitcher on the desk. She helped Blaine sit up and poured some in his mouth. He coughed a bit, and cleared his throat.
"W…what happened?" he asked
"The pilot landed the plane in the river, it could have been a lot worse, son, you're lucky." Blaine smiled
"Do…could I call someone…my-my boyfriend?" Blaine asked, looking up at the nurse.
"Kurt Hummel?" she asked,
"How did you know that?"
"He's already here, in the waiting room." She smiled "poor dear's been crying non stop since he got here."
"Could I see him, please?" She nodded and headed out the door. Blaine settled back into the bed, thanking whatever force was that decided to keep him alive. Blaine's head whirled around as the door was thrown open and Kurt ran in, but stopped short right in front of Blaine's bed. Blaine held out his arms, to show Kurt that It was okay. Kurt launched himself at Blaine and sobbed into his chest.
"Shhh, hey, it's alright, I'm okay, I'm here." Blaine whispered, stroking Kurt's hair.
"You-scared-the-shit-out-of-me" Kurt cried between gasps and sobs, Blaine smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
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They laid in the hospital bed, exchanging quick, lazy kisses with their hands intertwined.
"You were my call." Blaine said softly, Kurt looked up
"What?"
"My call, my final phone call. If I had died…you would have been the only person I said goodbye to." Kurt's eyes teared up again and Blaine smiled with tears in his own. Kurt brought a hand up to run his thumb along Blaine's cheekbone. He smiled and looked Blaine in the eyes as he said softly
"You'd better not give me a call like that ever again."
(AUTHORS NOTE: Bit of a drama downer, but what can ya do? That line in Live like we're dying really inspired me so I just had to write this! Give me a review tell me what you think!)