Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: So this got a little longer than I expected. But I really ended up liking how I ended this so it worked out well to be a little longer than normal. Enjoy!
Kurt pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as it vibrated, sighing as he realized Finn was texting him.
Cops were here. What happened? Who got hurt?
Kurt sighed. He didn't want to explain everything to Finn; the other boy obviously knew at least part of what was going on given the fact that the police had paid a visit to Lima and Finn had heard something. Before Kurt could even respond, the phone vibrated again in his hand.
If Karofsky had anything to do with it, we can kill him for you. Just say the word.
Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes and smile at the second message; of course Finn's first thought would be that he and the other guys from McKinley's glee club would be able to take care of the problem by committing murder. He sighed as he realized that Wes had stopped his car in the hospital parking lot and that the two older boys were getting out of the car. Kurt typed out a response to Finn as quickly as possible.
No idea if Dave was involved. Group of guys jumped Blaine in the parking lot Friday. He's still in the hospital.
As soon as he sent the text, Kurt followed Wes and David's lead into the hospital. Wes took the lead because Blaine's mother had given him the room number when she'd texted to tell him that it was okay for them to come visit. They were already in the elevator by the time Finn texted him back.
Shit… sorry, man. Is he going to be okay?
Kurt sighed, trying to decide how much he was going to tell his stepbrother.
"What's up?" Kurt looked up from the phone, noticing the concerned looks on Wes and David's faces.
"Finn heard about what happened… he wants details, and I have no idea what to tell him," Kurt replied. He looked back down at the phone, before he closed the text message screen as the elevator stopped on the correct floor.
"How much does he know already?"
"Not a lot… just that Blaine's still in the hospital. I'm not sure what I should tell him other than that." Kurt slid the phone into his pocket, deciding that it would be best for him to just wait a while before he responded. It would give him time to actually see how Blaine was doing and to think about what Finn really needed to know about what was going on at Dalton.
It wasn't far from the elevator and the lobby area to Blaine's new room; the door was already open when they got there, and David knocked on the door frame before they walked in.
"Come on in, boys. Blaine should be waking up soon." Kurt was surprised to see Blaine out of the bed, sleeping in the recliner by the window.
"We could come back…" David began.
"No, it won't be long. The pain medicine should wear off soon, and it's pretty much the only reason he's getting any sleep. Although I think the nap is mostly an excuse to take off the hearing aids."
"Are they working?" Wes asked. That was the big question at the moment; all three of the boys knew that Blaine's hearing loss was most likely permanent and that he was going to need some type of hearing aid for the rest of his life. But the look on Mrs. Anderson's face told them all that things weren't looking good.
"Not well. He says that everything is really quiet There are still more options to try, if Blaine will. But he doesn't really seem to want to wear them."
"I may not be able to hear you, but I know that you're talking about me." Kurt glanced over at the recliner, where Blaine was still sitting. At least he was smiling at them, even though Kurt could tell that he was in pain.
"Oh, hey… your glasses." Kurt turned to Wes as the older boy started digging around in the duffle bag that Kurt hadn't even noticed before and pulling out a glasses case and handing it over to Blaine's mother. She took them over to him, unfolding the arms so that Blaine would be able to put them on easily. Then she picked up what Kurt assumed were the hearing aids from the bedside table and handing them over.
"Can you get the nurse to bring me another pain pill? My leg hurts." Kurt moved further into the room as Blaine put on the glasses and the hearing aids. He could hear a strange noise that almost sounded like feedback for a moment as Blaine turned the devices on.
"Sure. I'll tell someone on my way down to get some dinner so that you boys can hang out for a while." The three boys in their Dalton uniforms made way for Mrs. Anderson to leave before they all moved towards the bed, closer to Blaine. Kurt and Wes ended up sitting on the side of the bed, with David leaning against the windowsill. There was a tense, awkward silence in the room, and Kurt was trying to figure out how to break it when Blaine finally spoke up.
"So… I need to ask you guys a really awkward question," Blaine began. "I know that you guys are my friends… I remember your faces, but I don't know your names. Then I have names that there aren't any faces to go with. And I don't know if any of them are supposed to go together or not." Kurt felt his heart drop at Blaine's words. He didn't remember Kurt – not really. And even though he and Blaine had chosen to just be friends, it hurt because Kurt still wanted to be something special to Blaine.
The looks on Wes and David's faces told Kurt that they hadn't been expecting the question any more than he had. Wes managed to pull himself back together first to answer the question.
"I'm Wes. That's David, and this is Kurt," the boy said, motioning to each of them in turn. Kurt watched as Blaine nodded, although he couldn't really respond given the fact that the nurse walked in with medication at that moment. Kurt, Wes, and David sat there awkwardly until she was gone, not sure if Blaine wanted to talk in front of the nurses.
"Can I ask you guys another awkward question?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, wondering what else Blaine wanted to ask them. "You guys know I'm gay, right? I'm not still in the closet, am I?" Kurt tried really hard not to laugh, but Wes and David weren't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that they found it amusing. "Is that a stupid question?"
"Kind of… Blaine, Wes and I have known you were gay pretty much the entire time we've known you," David replied.
"I guessed it the day we met," Kurt added. "Granted, I suspected that Wes and David were as well at the time."
"You actually came out to us like, a week after you finally started talking to us when you got to Dalton," Wes commented. Kurt felt awkward sitting in on this conversation, mostly because he wasn't sure what he was going to learn from Wes and David as they tried to help Blaine remember. He wasn't sure if Blaine would want him to know all of those things.
"So everyone knows…"
"Yeah. You were never flamboyant or anything, but you weren't afraid to admit who you are," Wes replied. They all watched Blaine for a moment, wondering where this line of questioning was going. Kurt wanted to walk over to Blaine and just wrap his arms around the older boy, but he wasn't sure if that was a good idea or not.
"Is that why this happened? Did someone get pissed off at me for being gay?"
"No one knows yet, Blaine. The police are still trying to figure out who did this to you." Kurt looked down at the floor; he hadn't said anything to Wes and David about his conversation with the police earlier that day, and he didn't really have any intention of bringing it up.
"They're probably going to come by here soon, try and talk to you and find out what you remember."
"I don't remember anything… I can't even remember parts of my life from before this happened," Blaine commented.
"No one really expects you to remember. No one was even sure you were going to make it," David replied with a sigh. "Just don't worry about it, okay? If you don't remember, then you don't remember. It's not that big a deal."
"It's not a big deal that I don't remember parts of my life?" Blaine sounded upset about that idea, and Kurt was thankful that Wes jumped in to save the conversation.
"That's not what David meant… it's just okay that you don't remember what happened to you." Kurt watched as Blaine just shook his head and started staring out the window. He didn't seem convinced that Wes was right.
"Can we go outside? I'm ready to get out of here." Kurt watched as Blaine put down the footrest of the recliner and started to get to his feet, grabbing a crutch that Kurt hadn't noticed before to help him balance without putting too much weight on his injured leg.
"I can ask the nurse… but are you sure you want to? It's really cold outside."
"Yeah, Wes… I'm sure. I just need to see something other than white walls for a while. I'm so sick of the hospital… they wouldn't even let me out of bed until this morning."
"I'm sure they had a good reason for that… but I'll go ask if you can go outside." Kurt bit his lip as Wes left the room.
"David, can you give us a minute? I want to talk to Kurt about something." David walked out of the room quickly, leaving Kurt alone with the older boy who was slowly hobbling over towards the bed as David left. "Kurt… is there something going on between us? Are we…?" Kurt sighed, shaking his head and smiling.
"We're friends. Just friends." Kurt watched as Blaine nodded briefly, then started to shake his head.
"Then why do I feel like I want to kiss you?"