Author's Note: So here it is! I am so sorry it took forever! I have been really sick, as well as caught up in school work for summer school. BLEH. But whateve, I get to write a lot in that class so it's okay, I guess.
I believe this will be the last chapter, but I might write some verses to accompany this and fill in the missing gaps, if you are all interested!
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Kurt pushed, he shoved. He flailed around aimlessly with the little oxygen he had left in him to get Karofsky to stop. Nothing seemed to be working, and Karofsky's grasp around Kurt's neck wasn't loosening. It may have even seemed tighter. That is until Kurt hurt a familiar voice shouting across the parking lot. Blaine.
But the Blaine Kurt was so used to hearing didn't sound like him, he sounded angry. He sounded absolutely furious and his tone could kill. As Kurt struggled to listen to what Blaine was calling and his heavy footsteps running towards the car, the lack of oxygen finally got to his brain. His breath hitched, and didn't resume.
Blaine was sweating and shaking furiously by the time he arrived at the McKinley parking lot, quickly spotting Kurt's navigator and the faint silhouette of a person in a letterman jacket beside it. He began to shout Kurt's name constantly as he darted across the parking lot, his footsteps beating against the pavements like drums. And within seconds, Blaine was punching Karofsky incautiously, his eyes like fire and smoke spewing out of his ears. When Karofsky was finally pinned against the pavement, Blaine straddling him with a fist clench, Karofsky surrendered.
"I-I'm sorry, man. Just get off, go help him." Karofsky begged, his eyes welling and his face drenched in blood.
Kurt. Blaine thought reapidily as Karofsky scrambled onto his feet and dashed away.
Blaine's heart began to thump louder and faster than it already was, coming down from his adrenaline high and grasping reality. He swallowed hard and slowly walked over to the shattered window of the navigator. The first thing that caught his eye was the large amount of blood pooling from Kurt's arms, large pieces of glass piercing porcelain skin.
Blaine gulped harder, and slowly trailed his gaze over towards Kurt's face and he gasped audibly, his heart shredding in the process. The normally stunning man looked so lifeless, his galaxy blue eyes a dull grey, pink plum lips fading. Blaine slowly opened the Navigator door to have easier access to Kurt, slowly sliding onto the black leather seats. He ignored the pain of the glass piercing into various parts of his body. All he could focus his eyes on were Kurt's lips. Blaine couldn't remember how many times he wanted to touch them, to just brush a finger over them, or even press his lips against them. The countless dreams he had about them, and now-they would forever stay dreams. Blaine lifted his hand and ghosted his fingertips over Kurt's pale lips, then over his colorless cheeks. They were usually accompanied by a rosy tint. Now, a pale yellow with a faint trail of blood down the side. Blaine let out a choked sob, before collapsing onto the lifeless boy's shoulder, sobbing louder when he looked at the bruises around Kurt's neck, a deep red in the shape of meaty finger prints.
"I love you, I…I love you so much, Kurt. And now you're gone." Blaine sobbed, wetting Kurt's cold shoulder.
Love..you…too…B" Kurt gasped softly, his voice nearly inaudible.
"Kurt, Kurt? You're alive?" Blaine jumped up and grabbed Kurt's hand, whom meekly squeezed back. "Kurt, it's going to be okay. Just take slow breaths. Help is coming, you're going to live. You're going to breathe."
"And that's how I met him and found my missing puzzle piece, mom. He saved me. And don't worry, I'm okay now. I was hospitalized for a while…a really long time, in fact. I couldn't talk for months, I couldn't breathe or eat on my own, and…and I can't sing anymore, mom. He took it away. He took away my one true passion. My dreams of becoming a Broadway star were mashed, and for a long time I let that destroy me. But Blaine, he…he helped me cope. He loves me, singing ability or not. He is even helping me get into this amazing fashion college mom, he just- he is truly amazing." Kurt smiled, and felt his hand being squeezed reassuringly as his boyfriend to wrap his arms around his waist. "I'll let him continue, mom."
"Oh, Mrs. Hummel, I was so afraid. I was clueless, I had no idea what to do, I was freaking out when we arrived at the emergency room."
"Blaine, we need you to sit down. Your pacing isn't really helping here." Burt sighed, pinching his nose and huffing.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel. I'm scared, so scared. I just- I found him there, he was so still, and then he breathed, and then he didn't." Blaine said in a mouthful, using expressive hand movements and pacing faster.
"Sit, honey." Carole said softly, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder and staring at him with a tear stained face and returning to her seat next to Burt.
Blaine followed suit, taking a seat next to Kurt's step brother whom he knew vaguely, the boy ubbing his hands together nervously and focusing his eyes on the ground.
"Hi." Blaine said dumbly.
Suddenly, a group of around fifteen teenaged kids burst into the hospital waiting room, their faces pale and eyes red rimmed, Finn quickly shot up out of his chair and embraced a small, crying brunette.
"How is he?" A man with curly brown hair and a button up vest asked.
"He's in critical condition, but they really don't know." Burt replied, standing up to greet the man.
"I just feel so bad, Burt. We were so close, just a mere brick wall away from it. We could have helped him." The man sighed sadly, holding the hand of a petite woman with Bambi eyes and ginger hair.
"It's not your fault, Will, you didn't know. No one could have stopped this." Burt said sadly, leading the two adults to a seat across the room.
"Who's that hot hobbit sitting next to Finn?" Blaine heard the latina girl say to a perky blonde next to her.
"That's Kurt's dolphin, Tana. He told me about her, one day they are going to make dolphin babies when Kurt get's okay." The blonde whispered back.
Blaine couldn't help but smirk at the comment. He told these people about me? And let out a confused chuckle at the girl's comment.
Blaine watched, mezmorized as the rest of the group filed in, tears streaming down most of their faces and sitting down, whispering in small groups. Blaine couldn't help but peep into their conversations to keep his mind off of Kurt.
"And I just miss him so much, he didn't get the credit he deserves. Mike, what if he's gone? Who is going to be my hag then? I need him!" An Asian girl with dark clothes sobbed into what appeared to be her boyfriend's chest, continieing to mumble, her words being muffled by his chest.
Blaine continued to peer around the room, his eye catching a buff looking man with a Mohawk.
"Whattya looking at?" The boy sneered.
"Nothing…sorry." Blaine replied, looking away quickly.
"Sorry. Rough time. Who're you?" The man quipped.
"I'm- I'm Blaine. A friend of Kurt's. I- I found him." Blaine stuttered, making awkward eye contact with the buff boy across from him.
"Puck. And thanks, Kurt means a lot to a lot of people." He replied.
"Yeah, he really loves you guys. And he means the world to me." Blaine smiled slightly, his eyes dazzling at the thought of loving Kurt.
The room fell to a quiet silence after that, only the faint sound of tuning magazines, skidding sneakers on pristine linoleum tile, soft whispers and biting nails could be heard for hours, until suddenly everyone froze as a seemingly drunk David Karosky stumbled though the swaying hospital doorways.
"David?" The man with curly hair and a sweater vest said softly, a look of utter confusion plastered across his face. "Are you…are you alright?"
"That's him." Blaine muttered quietly, anger pulsing through his veins. "You did this to Kurt! You're the reason we're here!" Blaine began to yell, running up to Karofsky, fists clenched.
"He did this, Blaine?" Burt said between clenched teeth, running after Blaine who was now gripping the front of the chuckling jock's sweaty t-shirt.
"You fucking put him here. I love him, and now he may never come back." Blaine began to weaken, his knees buckling and collapsing backwards into Burt's arm as everyone stifled a gasp.
Who was this boy, and why didn't we know that Kurt found someone? The New Directions members who were unaware of Blaine thought in unison.
"You're damn straight I killed that homo, he got what he deserved." Karofsky chuckled, taking another swig of the Heineken in his hand.
"Coming from you, who is too afraid to come out of the closet!" Blaine cried, attempting to throw punches towards Karofsky's way but was being held back by Burt. As soon as the comment was said, however, the room that was oh-so-recently being bombarded with yelling, screaming and the sound of crying, fell to a dead silence. Everyone ever-so-slowly rotated their heads to face Dave Karofksy, who was now clenching his beer bottle, as if it were Kurt's neck.
"What?" Burt gasped, uncurling himself from Blaine, his head feeling fuzzy and his heart aching from the pain.
Karofsky's face was then growing redder and redder, metaphorical smoke spewing out of his ears. He kept his stare locked on Blaine, slowly raising the beer class above his head, and then plunging it towards Blaine's skull. Fortunately, just as it was about to shatter and crash into Blaine's skull, two security officers came bursting though the door, grapping Karofsky's unbelievably clammy hand that was gripping the bottle.
Karofsky attempted to squirm out of the officers grasp, flailing his arms in Blaine's direction who was looking ever-so-smug.
"I'm gonna' fucking kill you, butt boy." Karofsky slurred as he was being dragged out of the waiting room.
"ALRIGHT." Screamed a tomato-faced nurse. "I've had enough of this! You all are disturbing the entire hospital, and you could have possibly awoken Kurt! Everybody besides family and relatives, out!" She shouted, herding the group of kids out of the waiting room.
"Blaine, you can stay. You saved Kurt, and they'll make an exception. I'm a nurse here, so don't worry." Carole said, stopping Blaine from leaving the hospital by grabbing his wrists.
"No, he has to go too, Carole. Too much ruckus." The nurse said sternly.
"Charlene, he saves Kurt's life. He has every right to be here." Carole said simply, pulling Blaine down to a seat next to him.
Blaine simply stayed in a daze. After Karofsky had threatened to kill him, memories of his childhood began to flood back in. The brutal beatings, the threats, the names, the disownment from his father. Everything. And now his one last flame of love was now lapping in the wind, threatened to be blown out completely. Left alone, in the darkness, in the same lonely state Blaine was. The thoughts kept rolling for hours, and before Blaine knew it Carole was offering to drive Blaine home and Finn and Burt were stumbling out of their chairs, legs limp and numb.
"Is…is it okay if I stay here? Just for the night? I really would rather not go home." Blaine said, feeling small as ever.
Carole hesitated for a moment, but saw the look of loneliness in the boy's eyes. "I…I guess so. I'll get you situated in Kurt's room, okay? I don't want you sleeping out in this hall, who knows who will barge in next." Carole smiled weakly, motioning for Blaine to enter Kurt' room.
Blaine halted at the door. He was afraid, absolutely terrified to see Kurt hooked up onto all those machines, his life depending on them. He took a shaky breath and pushed though the door, a heap on the bed being the first thing he noticed. Kurt.
Blaine walked up to the side of the bed, staring down at Kurt. His eyes were closed, eyelashes thick and heavy. His lips were pale and chapped, his cheeks colorless and sickly. Kurt resembled a ghost, and that broke Blaine's heart even more.
"Honey, I've left you a throw pillow and a blanket. Just buzz if anything seems unnatural, okay?" Carole said softly, kissing Blaine on the cheek and scurrying out.
Blaine pulled over a metal chair, and continued to examine Kurt again from head-to-toe, feeling sick when he noticed the tube pushed down Kurt's throat. He was suffering.
Blaine, however cliché he knew this was, placed a trembling hand over Kurt's limp one, and began to pour his heart out.
"Kurt...I…I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't come in time; I was just, I was so afraid. So afraid that finding you was going to bring back all the memories of when I was being bullied. Like when I found you after Karofsky beat you the first time, I had nightmares for weeks after. I even almost relapsed, thought about giving up. Because it seems that no matter how much we try, everyone still hates us. But then I realized, Kurt, that it was 'we' who was fighting against the world, not just 'me'. We are in this together, fighting to stay happy. Stay strong. We have each other and that's all that matters. But, I didn't find you in time. He- he choked not only the air but he choked out your soul. And I just, I really really care about you, Kurt. I think I love you, and I didn't even get to tell you." Blaine sobbed, laying his head down lightly on Kurt's motionless chest.
Then, miraculously, just like a cliché movie, Blaine felt something. His sobbing halted, as he looked down at their intertwined fingers. He saw Kurt's finger glide across the inner of Kurt's thumb and give a gentle squeeze.
He can hear me.
"Kurt, Kurt? NURSE NANCY!" Blaine screamed with a watery smile.
Kurt was going to be okay.
"And that, Mrs. Hummel, is the story of how our lives fell into place. Sure, there was still long months of recovery and rehab after that, but we did it together. I never left his side, even when he wanted to just give up. There were days in which I thought I was only living for Kurt, and that was okay. He was my everything, and all I needed." Blaine smiled, squeezing their intertwined hands and pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek, wiping away a tear that was slowly strolling down his boyfriend's porcelain skin.
"He is my angel, mom. You would just adore him, and I know he would have adored you. He's my rock, my savior. Choking strains mom, but he saved my life that night."
Author's Note: And I believe that wraps this story up. ANy feedback? How was it? Should I have added anything? Should I add more? Etc?
And thank you for all my readers, it means A LOT that you read and review my writing. More than you will ever know, actually. So thank you. (:
PS: "There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible."
- spoken by Atticus Finch