I am so so sorry. I know I haven't updated in a while but I was a little stuck on how to continue. I think I've got some more ideas now so I should start to update more, especially as half-terms next week yay :)

Chapter 12

Kurt was being discharged today, that was what was running through Blaine's head as he made his way to the hospital. A naive part of Blaine's brain wanted to believe that this meant Kurt was better but Blaine knew better. The young countertenor was barley speaking, he'd just sit in the bed glaring at the wall. Kurt had closed off and Blaine didn't know what to do about it. He knew about Kurt's tendency to not except help but Blaine had thought he had finally let him in. But after the...the accident Kurt had closed off from his boyfriend. It was as if Kurt didn't care anymore. As Blaine drove he had to wonder what was going to happen to him. Blaine wanted Kurt to get better but he didn't know how to help.

He pushed open the familiar door, only to see the doctor and Mr Schue were already in the room. Kurt was sitting up in the bed, dressed in some old clothes. He had a blank look on his face as Blaine made his way over to him. Blaine placed his hands in Kurt's, giving him an encouraging smail. Kurt smiled, slightly, back.

"So Kurt what do you think?" Mr Schue asked. Blaine gave Kurt confused look but he didn't seem to notice.
"No."
"Kurt, where else are you going to..." Kurt cut across the teacher.
"Why the hell would I go live with someone who didn't even care enough to notice. I'm capable of looking after myself and I don't need you to help me." Kurt spat at the teacher. Blaine could tell that his boyfriend wasn't going to be budge in his decision.

"Yoiu can come live with me." Blaine stated. Mr Schue and the Doctor frowned.
"You live at Daloton and I don't want to be a bother."
"Come one you can't want to go back to your house." Blaine countered.
"Who's saying I'm going back." Blaine was taken aback by this declaration.
"Where are you going to go then?" Blaine watched as Kurt frowned.
"I...I don't know." Blaine could see Kurt was crawling back into himself.
"Baby, do you thing Mr Schue's going to do something to you." Blaine gasped as Kurt tear filled eyes met his own. He shrugged.

"Kurt, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I just want you to be safe." Mr Schue stated. Kurt nodded.
"Great, now I'll just need you to sign these papers and Kurt can go." The Doctor handed Mr Schue a document as Blaine helped the injured boy into the wheelchair.

Soon, the three where making there way out of the hospital. "Do you mid if I take him to your house?" Blaine asked the teacher. He frowned before nodding and giving Blaine the address. Kurt smiled gratefully at Blaine as his boyfriend helped him up and into the car, careful not to jostle his injured side. He could tell Kurt was in pain, seeing as he was on less painkillers than he had been on in the hospital.

"How're you feeling?" Blaine asked as he started the car and headed towards Mr Schue's house. Kurt shrugged, looking out of the window with a blank look on his face. "Kurt, please talk to me." Blaine pleaded. He felt as if was back at the hospital again, trying to get Kurt to just look at him.

"There's nothing to say." Kurt's voice was hardly above a whisper and he still refused to look Blaine in the face. Ever since Kurt had woken up he had refused any physical contact. It was as if he was scared of it. Blaine was worried about the boy but Kurt refused to admit he needed help. Even in his darkest hour Kurt was still stubborn as ever; this thought made Blaine smile, slightly.

As soon as the car parked Kurt left the car. He walked up to Mr Schue's door and was surprised to find it was already open. Mr Shue showed the countertenour to the guest room. Kurt looked around once and Mr Schue was surprised when he thanked him. The man nodded before closing the door.

Kurt looked around the clean room. He had never had any nice stuff. He had to work for what he wanted and now it was being handed to him. Kurt was worried though, every time someone gave him or his family something they expected something of him. He just hoped Mr Schue wouldn't hurt him like his Uncle had done. He shivered at the memory before walking towards the bed and collapsing on to it. He was asleep almost instantly.

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"Why don't you come in Blaine?" Mr Schue asked from the doorway.
"Thanks, but I need to get back to Dalton." Mr Schue nodded in understanding. "Sir," Blaine turned around as if he had forgotten something, "promise me you'll look after him. Please don't let him get hurt again." Mr Schue nodded to the distressed teen.
"I promise."

With this Blaine left the apartment and Mr Schue closed the door, leaving him alone with a depressed and lonely kid. He sighed before grabbing some Spanish papers he needed to mark and flopping onto the couch.

Please review so I know if anyone like this chapter, and I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes ;)