Hey guys! So I have to admit, I still haven't seen the new episode, because I was at a volleyball tournament from Wednesday until, well, now. So I'm going to do that very soon. Hopefully tonight before sleep. Anyway, I hope you like the new chapter, sorry it's a day late, and have a great week! :)
BUT ANYTHING YOU MAY OR MAY NOT BE HOLDING AGAINST BLAINE DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS STORY SO BREATHE PEOPLE (okay, so I might've accidentally seen a couple spoilers...)

Chapter 22

The next week was torturous for Blaine. During every class he would check his phone every couple minutes. After school, he and Rose would head over to the hospital. One of Kurt's family members was always there, and Blaine only wished he could do something, could do anything, to help Kurt.

Rose kept reminding him that, "Mr. Kurt isn't like mommy was. He's made it a whole week now, Daddy. He can't do anything but get better!" She loved bringing the books she was learning to read (albeit they were the "Spot likes to run. Sally likes to play," books) and would read them over and over to Kurt. Sometimes she would even sing to him, and tell him about her day at kindergarten, and the silly things that Stitch did.

But Rose was worried about Mr. Kurt and her daddy. Mr. Kurt, on the one hand, wasn't talking and laughing like he usually did, and he kept on sleeping. But Daddy was the same way—without the sleeping part. That was something Rose was pretty sure Daddy hadn't done very much of. In fact, he hadn't been eating much either.

But, despite being worried, all in all Rose was handling it much better than Blaine was handling it. He mostly sat in one of the chairs beside Kurt's bed and held his hand. Carrie had picked up Rose from the hospital earlier that day to take her out to get real food for dinner and returned a couple hours later. After leaving Rose in the care of another nurse on break, Carrie walked to Kurt's room.

Blaine was sitting there, clutching Kurt's hand, and blankly staring at the wall. "Oh, Blaine." Carrie whispered sympathetically.

"If you've come to yell at me about neglecting you or Rose or whatever, save it." Blaine muttered. "I don't want to hear it."

Carrie softly sat down next to Blaine. "That's not what I'm here for. I promise."

Blaine tried to stop his eyes from tearing up, but he couldn't help it. "I'm sorry. I know I've been a really bad friend lately. I just…" he took a shuttering breath. "I can't help but be afraid something's going to happen to him. I don't know how I'd get through it, and I know that I can't do anything, especially not just sitting here, but I don't feel like I can leave. What if something happens while I'm gone? I can't live without him, Carrie, I just can't." Blaine shrugged. "It's stupid, I know."

Carrie pulled him into a hug. "It isn't stupid. I understand. I was the same way when my brother had his accident." She paused. "But I know Rose is really worried about you and Kurt."

Blaine sighed. "I know. I just wish he'd wake up. It's been a week; why is he still in a coma?"

Carrie's eyes filled with tears as she shrugged. "I don't know, Blaine. His body just isn't ready to wake up."

Blaine sighed and stood up. He wiped away his tears and put on a semi smile. "I'm going to go take Rose home. Will you call me if anything happens while you're on shift?"

Carrie hesitated. "If I get the chance, I'll remind Burt or Carole to call you, okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

He was walking out of Kurt's room and down the hall when he heard Burt, Carole, and Finn whispering. He knew he shouldn't, but he stopped just out of sight to listen.

"I talked to Kurt's insurance." Burt said, "it will cover most of what happened to the car but it doesn't cover well on hospital bills."

"Does Kurt have enough money to get it, when he wakes up?" Blaine heard Carole ask.

"Not really." Blaine imagined Burt shaking his head. "He could, but he'd either have to get a roommate or move back to Lima for a couple months."

"What about a loan or something?" Carole asked.

"I don't want him to have to do that." Burt sighed. "But I don't see what else we can do."

Carole sighed too. "How much do we have that we can use to help?"

"Yeah, don't you have some saved up from when you were senator, dad?" Finn asked.

"Finn, you know he gave most of that back to the state." Carole reminded.

"Oh yeah."

"Well," Burt said, "we'll figure something out eventually."

"I just wish he'd wake up." He heard Rachel whisper. She must've been quiet the whole conversation.

Blaine coughed to let them know he was walking towards them. "Hey guys." He said. He even sounded tired to himself. "I'm going to take Rose home. I'll see if we can stop by for a little bit tomorrow after school, but if something happens before then, will you call me?"

"Of course." Carole said. "As soon as we know anything we'll let you know."

Blaine nodded awkwardly. "Okay. Thank you. I guess I'll see you guys later." He walked out to where Rose was sitting on the ground with an off-shift nurse, playing tic-tac-toe.

"Hey Daddy!" she grinned when she saw him.

"Hey sweetheart. Are you ready to head home?" he asked. She nodded and grabbed her backpack. The two walked hand in hand until they got to the parking lot. Blaine picked Rose up and sat her on the hood of his car.

"Rosie, can we talk for a couple minutes?" he asked.

"Sure, Daddy." She said. "Is something wrong? Did something happen to Mr. Kurt?"

"No, Mr. Kurt is still sleeping." He said. "I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Rose looked up at him, confused. "Why? What did you do?"

Blaine smiled sadly. "I haven't been very fair to you." He said. "I was so worried about Mr. Kurt, I forgot to be a good Daddy."

Rose shook her head. "No you didn't! You've just been busy. I understand."

"I know you understand honey, but you shouldn't have to. I shouldn't let myself worry so much about him that I forget to worry about you." Blaine kneeled down. "I'm going to try harder to not let my worrying get in the way of being your daddy, okay?"

Rose smiled and jumped off the hood of the car, attacking her father in a hug. "Okay, Daddy. But if you mess up, it's okay. I'm worried about Mr. Kurt, too."

Blaine smiled and hugged her back. "Alright, Rosie. Let's go home."

Another week passed. Kurt had been unconscious for almost two weeks, and Blaine couldn't figure out why he wasn't waking up. The waiting was driving him insane, and the worrying was nearly unbearable. He, of course, was hiding it a lot better and spending a little less time at the hospital, but it was still eating him from the inside out.

One particular day, while Rose was at a birthday party for someone in her class, Blaine was at the hospital. The party wasn't supposed to be over for another two hours, and he figured he might as well spend them with Kurt. Even if he was still comatose.

He had been sitting there for almost a half hour when Carole came in. She and Carrie were the two people he couldn't hide from. Maybe it was that they were nurses and were naturally sweet, but he almost didn't want to hide from them.

"How's he doing, honey?" she asked.

"The same as always." Blaine sighed. "I wish something, anything, would change. Just to prove that Kurt's still in there and still fighting."

"I think the coma is his body's way of fighting." Carole commented. "Nothing's gotten worse."

"Nothing's gotten better, either." Blaine muttered.

Carole laughed. "That's true, but it will. You know it will, Blaine."

He nodded "Yeah, I know. I'm still concerned though. I just want it to get better now." He whined. "I've never been good at waiting."

"Then do something besides just sitting here." Carole suggested.

"Like what?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know," Carole said, "Read to him, sing to him, talk to him. Tell him what's going on. Tell him you're worried. Tell him you want him to wake up."

Blaine shrugged. "I'm not optimistic enough to believe he can't hear me anyway."

Carole shrugged. "I wouldn't be too sure about that. But it's worth a try."

The two of them were silent for another minute or so, while they just sat there and watched his chest rise and fall. Suddenly, the silence was too much for Blaine to take.

"You can't do this." Blaine whispered. "This isn't fair, Kurt. You have your whole life ahead of you. You have to wake up." He vaguely felt Carole rubbing his back soothingly. "I need you Kurt. I," Blaine paused. "I still love you. I've never stopped, not since the beginning."

He smiled ironically. "The moment I saw you on that staircase, when I was fifteen, I thought you were the most beautiful and perfect person I've ever seen in my life. I immediately wanted to get to know you more. Maybe that's why I sang Teenage Dream to you; I wanted to get you interested in me." Blaine sighed and squeezed his eyes shut and choked out, "And then you were." He paused again. "And I couldn't believe it. It took me longer than it should have to get my act together, but then I did, and I had the best couple years of my life. And even then, even after everything that happened between us, I couldn't make myself stop loving you.

"I've never looked at another person the same way I've ever looked at you, and I've tried, Kurt. I just can't love anybody except you. And no matter how many guys asked me out, no matter how many friends offered to set me up, I couldn't do it." He stopped and took a deep breath. "I knew I couldn't take a piece of someone else's heart when mine wholly belonged to you. And it still belongs to you."

He bit the corner of his lower lip and looked at Kurt's sleeping face, "I lost my parents when I was eighteen, and I lost everything I knew later that year. I lost all sense of security, my house, my life, everything. When I was twenty I thought I'd gotten it all back together. I was doing well in school and on my way to be a teacher. Hell, I'd even gotten myself a new best friend. And then I lost that too. But Kurt, you've been the one constant in my life. Whether you were there or not, you've never been out of my thoughts," Blaine's voice cracked. "Or my heart. Everyone, whether it's on purpose or not… Everyone leaves me." Blaine took a deep breath and watched as his tears fell on his and Kurt's hands. "You said you want me to find someone who will adore me, and love me, and be there for me, and treasure me, and love Rose. But Kurt, honey, you are that person. You are the one that I'm supposed to be with-that I need to be with. I...I lost you when I was seventeen, and I lost you again this summer. Kurt, I just got you back. Please don't make me loose you again."

It was too much. Blaine couldn't sit here another second with Kurt unconscious and Carole being so sweet and all of his feelings overwhelming him. He stood up to walk out of the hospital room. He needed to get out and get some air. He paused at the door, trying to keep his emotions form catching up with him.

That was when he heard Carole's soft voice, "Blaine."

Kurt wasn't sure what was going on. All he knew was that he was really tired, and his limbs felt really heavy, and was this what death felt like? He vaguely remembered talking to Blaine before giving Rose her puppy before crying to his dad before driving to the airport, and someone making him run off the road, and then something about hitting the concrete divider...? Kurt wasn't sure-everything was fuzzy. He heard the beeping of monitors and voices talking, but he didn't register what the sounds or words meant.

"How's he doing, honey?"

"The same as always. I wish something, anything, would change. Just to prove that Kurt's still in there and still fighting."

Kurt knew those voices, and he knew that they were both people who were incredibly important to him. Kurt strained his mind to comprehend what they were saying.

"I think the coma is his body's way of fighting. Nothing's gotten worse."

"Nothing's gotten better, either."

"That's true, but it will. You know it will, Blaine."

'Blaine.' Kurt realized, 'And it's Carole he's talking to!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm still concerned though. I just want it to get better now. I've never been good at waiting."

"Then do something besides just sitting here."

"Like what?"

Kurt strained his mind, as hard as he could, to understand what they were saying

"I don't know. Read to him, sing to him, talk to him. Tell him what's going on. Tell him you're worried. Tell him you want him to wake up."

"I'm not optimistic enough to believe he can't hear me anyway."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that. But it's worth a try."

Kurt fought his body's need for more sleep. He tried to move his arms or legs, he tried to open his eyes, he tried to open his mouth, but found his body just didn't want to do what he wanted it to. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt registered silence-minus the hospital monitors-before Blaine started talking again.

"You can't do this. This isn't fair, Kurt. You have your whole life ahead of you. You have to wake up. I need you Kurt. I," there was a pause. "I still love you. I've never stopped."

Kurt felt someone-Blaine?-squeezing his hand. Kurt tried his hardest to squeeze back, but found he still couldn't. In a moment of panic, he thought he was paralyzed, but calmed himself down by reminding him that he could feel Blaine's hand in his, and tried to focus back on Blaine's words. "The moment I saw you on that staircase, when I was fifteen, I thought you were the most beautiful and perfect person I've ever seen in my life. I immediately wanted to get to know you more. Maybe that's why I sang Teenage Dream to you; I wanted to get you interested in me."

It was in-and-out, Blaine's words, but Kurt was hearing enough.

"I knew I couldn't take a piece of someone else's heart when mine wholly belonged to you. And it stillbelongs to you. I lost my parents when I was eighteen, and I lost everything I knew later that year. I lost all sense of security, my house, my life, everything. When I was twenty I thought I'd gotten it all back together. I was doing well in school and on my way to be a teacher. Hell, I'd even gotten myself a new best friend. And then I lost that too. But Kurt, you've been the one constant in my life. Whether you were there or not, you've never been out of my thoughts," there was another pause, "Or my heart. Everyone, whether it's on purpose or not… Everyone leaves me."

Kurt knew he needed to wake up. He needed to tell Blaine that he would never leave him again, that if he could just open his damn eyes and mouth he'd be his forever. "You are the one that I'm supposed to be with," Kurt heard, "That I need to be with. I...I lost you when I was seventeen, and I lost you again this summer. Kurt, I just got you back. Please don't make me loose you again."

Abruptly, Kurt felt Blaine's hand leave his. He tried to call out 'no,' (hey, his mouth was moving) but still couldn't make noise. But Kurt finally-finally- got his eyes to open slightly. He couldn't make noise, but thought that if he mouthed Blaine's name enough, someone would notice and then Blaine would come back and-

"Blaine." he heard Carole say softly. Kurt smiled softly as he saw Blaine turn around, though his still half-closed eyes.

"Oh my god." Blaine whispered, immediately back at Kurt's side. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god, Kurt. Kurt, baby, are you okay?"

Kurt blinked his eyes a couple times before shakily nodding his head. "M'fine," he said, but found his voice was very much gone.

"Take it easy, honey." Carole smiled, "you've been out for quite a while."

Kurt must've looked confused because Blaine muttered, "two weeks." Kurt attempted another nod.

"I'm going to go get your nurse and father, alright? And Rachel, Finn, Levi, Rose, and Carrie will want to know you're awake." Carole stood up and headed out the door.

"I'm sorry." Kurt choked out.

"Shhh, Kurt, no. Don't be sorry-just get better honey." Blaine said.

"But," Kurt insisted.

"Look, what I said a couple minuted ago, about always loving you and you always being a part of me, I wasn't kidding. Focus on getting out of the hospital, and there will be years for apologies."

Kurt smiled softly. "Promise?"

Blaine grinned in return, laying a soft kiss on Kurt's forehead. "I promise.

A couple weeks later, Kurt and Blaine were driving through the streets of Lima, loosely holding hands, somewhere between friends and boyfriends. They both knew they wanted more, but were moving forward carefully, since it had crashed and burned twice before.

"How are you feeling?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt in the corner of his eye.

"Okay." Kurt said, "a little tired. Sick of my wheelchair. Sick of being carried when I'm not in it."

Blaine laughed. "Just wait. Your wrist and ribs and leg will heal soon enough."

"Soon maybe," Kurt muttered, "but not soon enough."

"Hey, just be glad you're okay. That asshole could've killed you!" Blaine said, failing at hiding the fact that he was upset.

"Hey, hey, hey," Kurt whispered, "it's okay. I'm okay. He could've killed me, but he didn't. And I'm going to get better, Blaine. It might take a while, and it might be frustrating, but it's going to happen."

Blaine nodded, but was still quite upset. "So my dad and I went into the hospital, and they told him that some anonymous guy came in and paid a lot of money on my medical bills." Kurt commented.

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah." Kurt said. "Like, they paid for nearly two-thirds of it. And the bills were not cheap."

Blaine nodded and kept his eyes on the road. "That's really cool. I wonder who would do that?"

"Yeah." Kurt snorted. "I wonder."

Blaine tried to keep a straight face, but he knew he couldn't effectively lie to Kurt. He ended up cracking a smile before going back to his straight and curious face.

"I wonder who it is." Kurt mused. "He's obviously rich. I bet he got a really good inheritance or something. And I bet he's young, and insanely handsome."

Blaine just nodded and tried not to laugh.

Kurt grinned. "And I bet he have the cutest daughter. Who loves him to death."

"Now where would you get that idea?" Blaine commented. "And how do you know it's not a girl? What if some pretty girl saw the accident in the news and fell in love with you?"

Kurt snorted. "I suppose. But not likely." Blaine just kept staring ahead of him in the road. "Blaine, I'm not stupid. I know it was you."

Blaine laughed. "You can't prove that."

Kurt smiled softly and leaned over to kiss Blaine on the cheek. "Thank you."

Blaine just kept smiling.