Hey everybody! This chapter is kinda short but the next one is around the same length as the first and the 4th chapter will ether be kinda short or kinda long, depending on what you decide. But I'll talk more about that at the end.
The next week passed by in a blur of doctors and nurses, tests and check ups. Of course Blaine was determined to get out of there as fast as possible. This meant that Kurt was subjected to a constant stream of "When can we leave?" and "Do they really need to do more tests?" and of course "Lets just make a run for it, screw my leg. I could out run any of these doctors." This last one became increasingly funnier when Kurt found out that Dr. Wells had been a track star in high school and college.
Finally eight days after he had woken up Blaine was ready to leave the hospital. He was so excited he almost re-fractured his leg by jumping up and down. It took Blaine all of two minutes to get ready to go home after he was told the news. He was bouncing up and down the whole ride home, well that is until they rounded the corner of their street and saw the alley where he was attacked.
"How much do you remember?" Kurt glanced at Blaine, his was worry was evident on his face.
Blaine smiled and tried to feign ignorance, "What are you talking about?" Unfortunately for him Kurt could read him like an open book.
"You're lying to me. Why? You never lie to me," Kurt pulled the car into a parking space and looked over at Blaine worried.
Blaine sighed, "Alright I lied, I-I just don't really want to talk about it." The hurt on Blaine's face almost broke Kurt's heart.
"Why?" Kurt obviously knew it would be hard for him to talk about but he had hoped that Blaine would open up to him at least a little bit.
"Kurt, I remember every moment of the attack up until I was knocked out. I remember hearing my arm and leg break, I remember blood running down my body, I remember all of it, but I'm trying to block it out." Blaine started crying as he told the story, "I can't spend all my time thinking about it, it'll tear me apart."
Kurt was crying now too, he hadn't realized how much Blaine was dwelling on this. He had seemed so carefree and normal all week. He hadn't realized Blaine had been keeping all this in.
"How did you get so much time off work?" Blaine was trying to change the subject and it was obvious but Kurt could tell that he needed a distraction so he decided to tell him the big news.
"Alright so you know that I've been working at the same fashion magazine since I first moved here five years ago," Blaine nodded.
"Yes, I remember vividly the screaming phone call I got when you got the internship, and then all the phone calls after that of you complaining about it. Then once I finally moved here last year I've had to endure many nights of you coming home fuming." Blaine smirked at the glare that he received from Kurt.
Kurt got a smug look on his face, "Fine, I won't tell you my amazing news." Now Kurt was the one smirking as Blaine's face fell.
"What? No! You have to tell me! I need to know now!" Blaine was pleading as best he could, full on puppy dog eyes and everything.
Kurt laughed at how foolish his boyfriend was being, he opened his door, "Come on, I'll tell you when we get upstairs, I'm sure you're dying to be home," and with that he shut his door and started walking towards their apartment without even a glance to make sure that Blaine was following. He may have forgotten though that at the moment because of his leg and arm Blaine was in a wheel chair. Blaine had also seemingly 'forgotten' that he was supposed to be in a wheel chair and had opened his door and started walking, well limping, as fast as he could in his cast to try and catch up with Kurt.
"HEY! Wait up! I'm a little impaired right now! Kurt slow down!" Kurt turned back to look at Blaine, upon seeing him limping towards him he realized his mistake and a horrified expression appeared on his face.
"Oh my god, Blaine! What are you doing? You need to be in your wheel chair!" Kurt ran to Blaine as he spoke and grabbed ahold of his unbroken arm keeping him upright.
"But Kurt! I don't like the wheel chair!" Blaine was pleading again and his pout almost made Kurt cave but he knew how much Blaine actually needed the chair, no matter how much he didn't like it.
"No, no, I can't let you go limping around, you stay here and I'll go get your chair." Kurt didn't even let Blaine reply before he ran back to the car to fetch the wheel chair.
When he returned with the chair it took him a lot of coxing and promises to finally actually get Blaine in the wheel chair. He pushed Blaine into their building and they took the slowest elevator in the world up to their floor.
"I still don't get why I have to be in this dumb chair, I can walk just fine." Blaine had his arms crossed and Kurt was pretty sure he actually heard him 'humph' at one point.
"Please, did you see yourself trying to, like, waddle over to me? Because I did, and trust me it wasn't pretty," Kurt countered back as they reached the door to their apartment. Blaine opened his mouth to reply but Kurt giving him what can only be described as the death glare cut him off, he promptly shut his mouth and got a look on his face like a kicked puppy.
Alright! So what did ya'll think! Also I said I'd talk to you about the 4th chapter down here so here we go! If you want this to go a lot more in to the Hurt/Comfort/Angst genre then the 4th chapter and the whole story will be longer but if you want it to go in a happier direction then I can't promise how long the story will be. I've set up a poll on my page and you can vote on it! Also I'm posting this now so I can hopefully get the chapter done in a reasonable amount of time.