Did anyone hear the new leaked Kurt and Blaine duet for the Christmas episode of glee? Oh my god, so adorable! I like it better than BICO :D
In case you don't know, the duet they're singing is Let it Snow (one of my favourite Christmas songs) and it totally puts one in the holiday spirit, even though it's not here for another two months or so.
I know this is really inappropriate, but I'm actually listening to that duet right now despite the intense content of this chapter. You'll see what I mean soon, and you'll think I'm a terrible person.
"Watch it!"
"Ohhh my god, this is the heaviest thing ever!"
"I thought you could handle it? Wanna take a break."
"Nope...I can one-hundred percent...lift this."
"Okay then, Hercules."
Sucking in a breath, Blaine used all his muscle to help Kurt lift his dark wooden desk (that weighted as much as an elephant) to the opposite side of the room. Blaine was over at Kurt's one Friday to help him re-arrange his furniture. Burt was downstairs, Finn was most likely playing some brain-washing videogame in his room, and the two boys worked together in order to "give the room a new edgier face," as Kurt had quoted earlier. Kurt didn't really have that much furniture, really. A bed side table, his desk, a sofa, a dresser and a bookshelf were really the only things there. But man, did they weigh a ton! Probably because Kurt wanted the best of the best, even if that meant expensive slabs of wood and metal. And Blaine had to admit, he really admired Kurt's room. It was so him.
Blaine huffed as he finally set down the desk a few metres from where it was sitting before. Kurt smirked at him smugly.
"I'd never thought I'd see the day where Blaine Anderson gets tired from moving a desk," Kurt laughed.
"That is not a desk. That is a freaking boulder!" Blaine pretended to pant.
Kurt shrugged. "The other ones were ugly. And they came in the ugliest colors ever. Seriously, IKEA really needs to get some new merchandise to sell."
Blaine laughed. "Hey, I love IKEA!"
"You only like it so much because you like jumping on all the beds!" Kurt said, smacking Blaine in the arm. "The last time we went together, you completely ignored me when I asked you what lamp shade looked better. You were hiding in a wardrobe when I turned around!"
Blaine mock-pouted, sticking his lip out. "Aw, I'm sorry Kurty. I just wanted to see how it would feel going back in the closet."
A laugh escaped Kurt's throat at that, and he pretended to be offended. "Are you implying that you want to get back in the closet?"
"Of course not!" Blaine said, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and giving him an Eskimo kiss. "Why would I do that?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled at the same time. It was times like this, when they flirted without realizing it that made Kurt's heart swell up.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Kurt said. "C'mon, we should finish before my dad comes and gets so mad he'll convince you to be straight."
Blaine threw his head back and laughed, but pulled Kurt closer at the same time. "Can't we take a break? I'm tired."
"Oh, so now you wanna take a break?" Kurt's eyebrows rose.
Blaine shrugged. "Just for a while? Pleeease?"
Kurt closed his eyes and smirked, shaking his head. "I cannot believe you, lazy. Ten minutes at my house and you've already got me doing whatever you say."
"That's not a bad thing," Blaine winked, and he leaned in to kiss Kurt.
Kurt's head suddenly began to spin. At first, he thought that this was just a physical reaction that he got all the time when Blaine kissed him, but even after they broke away, the spinning didn't stop. Kurt's sweat began to turn ice cold, and his breathing increased a little rapidly. His head crashed from side to side, and his vision seemed to be getting darker. He didn't like this feeling. He didn't like it at all.
He froze in Blaine's arms. "Kurt?" Blaine asked, noticing how rigid Kurt's body had gone. His face had gotten a little paler, the pink cheeks draining out and replaced by ivory. His mouth was in the shape of a little O and his eyes were blank, staring at nothing.
"What's...wrong?" asked Blaine, a little worried.
For Kurt, everything went black. His knees suddenly went weak and he lost his balance, slumping to the ground, still being held by Blaine. Blaine had just enough time to catch the other boy before his knees hit the floor. Blaine immediately rushed to Kurt's side.
"Kurt?" Blaine held Kurt's back cradled in his arms, kneeling down next to him and placing his lower body gently on the carpet. Kurt didn't answer.
"Kurt?" Blaine began to panic. "Kurt, sweetheart? Can you hear me?"
Again, Kurt said nothing. Everything was fine just a few seconds ago, and now, Kurt had fainted right there on the spot without warning. Blaine clutched the unconscious boy to his chest and gently shook him, trying to wake him up. But nothing happened. At least he was still breathing.
"Kurt, please," Blaine tried again desperately, "Please...can you here me? It's me, Blaine. Come on baby, please wake up."
Thankfully, there were three knocks on the door and in entered Finn.
"Hey Blaine, when you're finished helping out Kurt, you wanna pl-holy shit," Finn began to ask, but then was cut off by the sight of his step-brother, lifeless, half on the floor and half in Blaine's grip. Finn's eyes were as large as the moon, and were asking, what happened?
"Go get Burt," Blaine shouted. Finn nodded and ran down the stairs.
After a few more seconds of rocking Kurt gently back and forth, Burt came bursting into the room with Finn at his side.
"What the hell happened?" Burt demanded, kneeling next to Blaine and taking his son's hand.
"I- I don't know," Blaine explained, "We were moving his furniture around and he just...passed out. I'm sorry Mr. Hummel, I tried to wake him b-"
"No need for that, son," Burt said, "It wasn't your fault. We better get him to the hospital stat."
Blaine swept a motionless Kurt up into his arms and he followed Burt and Finn out of his room and down the stairs. The second they were all in the car, Burt stomped on the gas petal, not waiting for anyone to put their seatbelts on. Burt and Finn rode in the front, while Blaine sat in that back with Kurt's head in his lap.
"Mom? Yeah, you better come down to the hospital right now. Uh, it's Kurt..." Blaine payed no attention to Finn on the phone with Carole. He swept the strands of hair out of his eyes and held Kurt's hand as they sped on by.
Closed eyes slowly began to open to reveal a bright blue shade staring up at Blaine. Kurt's voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
"Blaine...?"
"Shh," Blaine hushed. "It's alright, Kurt."
"What happened?"
"You fainted, but we're going to the hospital right now."
"I don't feel so good..."
"I know, I know," Blaine tried to calm Kurt down. "Just rest. We'll be there soon, okay?"
Kurt took a deep breath and tried to smile. "Kay," and he closed his eyes again. Just like a light switch, he was gone again.
When they arrived at the local Lima hospital, they were all relieved to see that the parking lot was pretty much empty. Finn got out first and opened the door for Blaine so he could carry Kurt with both hands.
"Careful," Burt said, "Watch out for his head."
The men made their way inside the lobby full of waiting chairs, a front desk and a lot of fake plants that stood out from the white walls. Burt came up to the woman dressed in blue sitting at the counter, and she looked up at him.
"Mr. Hummel," she greeted, "What can I do for you?"
"Good evening, Anne," Burt nodded. "It's my son, Kurt. He's had another problem again."
The woman looked behind Burt and noticed Blaine, standing there with Kurt cradled in his arms, wrapped up in Blaine's spring jacket that he took off because Kurt was oddly shivering. Blaine frowned, thinking how terrible this all was. Kurt had probably been here so many times that his family was familiar with the entire staff.
"Oh my," Anne gasped, and right away, she picked up the phone sitting at the desk and dialled a number. In less than a minute or so, a group of nurses dressed in green arrived by Blaine's side with a gurney. Blaine just stared at them, clearly frightened, clutching Kurt closer to him.
"Dude," Finn came behind Blaine and put a hand on his shoulder. "Dude, I know this is hard on you, but you gotta put him down. They'll help him out. Trust me, we've done this before."
Blaine carefully set Kurt down on the gurney, adjusting his arms and legs so they were perfectly straight. And then he watched as the nurses and doctors rolled him away into an elevator out of sight. He had no idea what they would be doing to Kurt.
Burt came next to Blaine and Finn. "I'm sorry you had to see that, kiddo," Burt told Blaine as he patted him on the back. "It's not easy for any of us. But don't worry. I know this is all new to you, but he's going to be fine. They'll take good care of him."
Blaine swallowed hard and followed Burt and Finn to the waiting chairs where they would sit in agony until they were called to see Kurt. Carole came later on, taking a seat next to Burt and kissing him on the cheek while they all waited together. Blaine felt a little awkward and out of place, since he wasn't actually a part of Kurt's family, so he sat and twiddled his thumbs. Finn seemed to notice this.
"What's wrong, man?" Finn asked.
"I'm just...really worried," Blaine replied.
"Don't stress about it," Finn said, trying to comfort him. "This has happened a bunch of times before, even before my mom and Burt got married."
This didn't make Blaine feel the slightest better, but he listened when Finn continued.
"But don't panic just yet. Usually whenever we come here, it's just a false alarm. Kurt's strong; he can push through these things."
Blaine almost felt a little angry at this. What if this one time, he wasn't okay? What if this was going to be the last time he'd ever get to go back home? What if Kurt wasn't strong enough to be able to push through? He may have done it before, but things get harder and harder each day.
After about eleven long minutes of waiting and doing nothing, a nurse with a blonde pony tail walked over to the group huddled together. She carried a clipboard and examined it for a second before saying, "Kurt Hummel?"
Burt stood up. "That's us."
"He's awake now, would you like to see him?" asked the nurse. Blaine squinted his eyes and read her name tag, Katie, but he quickly looked away so it didn't look like he was staring at her chest. Not like he was even appealed, anyway.
"Lead the way," Burt said, and Katie started to walk towards the elevator, guiding the family and Blaine with her. Blaine didn't really go to the hospital a lot, maybe once or twice when he broke his arm as a kid or when Stacy had to get her tonsils taken out. But those things weren't serious. They were curable, easy to fix. Breaking an arm or getting minor surgery was like jumping into a bed full of soft pillows compared to cancer. The word sounded poisonous on Blaine's tongue.
The light at the top of the elevator made a dinging noise, and they stepped out of the spacey contraption, following Katie down the long white hallway. Blaine's mother always told him never to look inside other people's room's when they strolled on by, and he made sure not too. Blaine hated hospitals, to be honest. They all smelt too clean, like he was supposed to be spotless if he wanted to go somewhere. He also hated watching other people lying in bed and in pain, hooked up to noisy machines. The white walls were covered with artwork, each wooden door having a number on a plaque screwed into it. Blaine suddenly felt a little nauseous and wondered how he would be able to keep coming back here. The thought of Kurt trapped all day long in this prison gave him shivers.
Katie stopped at a door near the end of the hallway, next to another elevator. On the outside it looked exactly like the rest of the rooms, a bronze square nailed into the wood with the numbers 245 on it. I'll have to remember that, Blaine thought to himself as he nervously went inside.
The room was exactly like how any normal hospital would look: a blue curtain separating the door and the patient if they wanted privacy, a low white-sheeted bed, some odd looking machines and gadgets that Blaine didn't know the names of, a few leather chairs in the corner, a small television sitting on a desk. It was far from cozy. Blaine's eyes scanned the bed, which had comfy pillows but metal rails on the side at the same time. Who wanted to sleep on metal rails? Blaine felt a sting when he realized that this was no big deal to Kurt.
There were a few other nurses babbling away quietly on the opposite side of the room. One male, two female. A actual doctor emerged from behind the blue curtain, walking over to the party of four and smiling at them.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel," the doctor said, holding out his hand. Burt shook the plastic glove still attached to it.
"Any good news, doc?" asked Burt, letting go of the doctors hand and following them to stop at the blue curtain.
"Fortunately," the doctor said. "Nothing serious was done. The good news is, he's fine for now and the leukemia hasn't gotten any worse since his last visit. However, we have no idea how much time he had until something major starts to happen, and that's really the only time the staff can take full action. As for now, we might just have to leave him alone. But stably, he should be doing just fine."
"Good to hear," Burt acknowledged, nodding.
"I would like to keep him here for just a couple more days," the doctor went on. "Just to make sure he doesn't have anymore fainting episodes."
"How long are we talking here, doc?" Finn asked.
"It shouldn't be too long. I'd say 3 or 4 days tops," said the doctor.
3 to 4 days? Blaine was never the clingy type, but how could he manage to go through his day knowing Kurt was hooked up to a dozen gizmo's, beeping away and slurping down medicine that tasted like iodine? There would be no way he'd be able to concentrate in school, despite his good grades.
The doctor (who Blaine noticed was named Dr. P. Avery) stepped aside to let the group pass behind the thin veil of a curtain. Blaine's eyes traveled from the white tiles, up the foot of the bed, and finally resting his eyes on a Kurt who looked much better now than he did before. Still, seeing Kurt dressed in a white hospital garment, his face still slightly paler than usual, sitting upright in the bed and his innocent eyes looking up at him crushed his heart.
Burt was the first one to make his way to the side of the bed, then Carole and Finn. Blaine stayed at the foot.
"How you doing, buddy?" Burt asked in a gentle but firm fatherly tone.
Kurt smiled. "I'm fine. Really, I am."
"Did they fix you up nice?" Finn asked in that mopey but lovable voice. Kurt smiled up at him, flashing his teeth which made Blaine's breath get taken away.
"Never felt better," Kurt replied.
Blaine's legs started moving on their own until he was on the left side of Kurt's bed. Kurt carefully raised his chin and looked up into Blaine's eyes, smiling warmly and taking his hand because Blaine seemed a little tense and scared, like some sort of lost animal.
Dr. P. Avery stuck his head back into the room again through the curtain and spoke. "Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, can I speak with you two quickly for a few seconds? I just have a few questions regarding Kurt."
"Of course," said Carole, before kissing Kurt on the forehead gently and following her husband out the room.
Now it was Finn, Kurt and Blaine left in the room, but it didn't feel awkward.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," Kurt said shyly to Blaine, who was now sitting in one of the leather chairs he pulled out from the corner and set it next to Kurt's side. Kurt reached out and brushed a stray curl from behind Blaine's ear.
"It's alright," Blaine smiled, taking hold on Kurt's hand, "It wasn't your fault at all. It's just…terrifying for me to watch."
Kurt shook his head. "I don't blame you, and I don't expect you to feel comfortable with this yet. Just promise me you won't bash yourself over this, okay?"
"I promise," Blaine said, and he kissed Kurt's third knuckle. Kurt let out an adorable little giggle before the sound of uncomfortable coughing came from the other side of them. The love-struck boys looked up, still smiling, remembering that Finn was still there. Blaine blushed madly, but Kurt's face stayed the same, the boyish little grin attached to his mouth.
"Uh," Finn muttered, "I guess I'll bring you your homework and stuff after school."
"Homework? Why?" Kurt asked.
"You might have to stay here for a few more days," Blaine explained, "Just so nothing goes wrong again."
Kurt sighed and leaned back into the white pillow behind his back. "Great. Just what I need."
Finn shrugged. "Sorry, bro. Do you need me to get anything for you while I'm there?"
Kurt looked up at the ceiling, thinking about it for a few minutes. It looked like he was caught in a deep though as he continued to fix his eyes on nothing, probably wording it all together.
Finally, he said, "Yeah. Can you, um... get the glee club over here?"
Finn and Blaine froze. "Why?"
"I think it's time to tell them about all of this."