Blaine

A/N: This was just a little thing that I wrote when writing the main oneshot. Couple people said that they'd like to read it, so here it is. Still don't own Glee. I'd be more than happy to take Darren Criss off of their hands, though.

Kurt had fallen back asleep, his head resting on my chest and his arm wrapped tightly around my side. Nights like this were hard for me too, but I knew that I had to be strong for Kurt, first, and then worry about myself if needed.

I wiped a stray tear off of his face and kissed his forehead lightly. His breaths were slow and even and I felt comfortable that he had gotten out of the nightmare, for tonight at least. I rarely dreamt about it, but nights like this, after Kurt had woken me up with his shouts and frantic movements, I couldn't help but relive the horrible occurrence.

We were going to go out to dinner with Mercedes and some boy that Kurt had drummed up for her. I was grateful that Kurt had Mercedes for a friend. She was strong willed and opinionated, but I was sure that she would never let something happen to him on her watch.

I was upstairs, getting ready. The outfits that Kurt put together looked so effortlessly good on him that I was trying hard to put something together that would look half as good. I was staying at the Hummel's for a few days during winter break from school, so I had a few things to chose from. Kurt called upstairs to me, saying something about starting the car because it was cold out. I smiled to myself and told him that I would be down soon. I hadn't decided what it was, exactly, about Kurt that was so special, but I knew I wanted to spend time - years hopefully - finding out what it was.

I contemplated between two shirts, but decided to pair my dark skinny jeans with a light blue button down because Kurt had said before that he liked how it look on me with my black tie. I put the tie on, humming under my breath while I finished up.

I grabbed my jacket and wandered downstairs, trying to remember if I was forgetting anything. I was pulling on my shoes and stood up and wasn't surprised to see Burt and Carol curled up on the couch watching a movie. I was impressed how well we had all gotten along and was so happy that they were such a strong family support system for Kurt. I waived goodbye to them, telling them that we would be back in a couple of hours, and left the house.

I walked briskly toward the garage and slipped a little on the icy sidewalk. I called out to Kurt as I was nearing the door, "Kurt, babe, you didn't have to wait out here for it warm up. You're right, it is freezing out here." I got to the door and tried to pull it open, but it wouldn't budge. I heard a little shuffling around inside and wondered what he could be doing. Out of no where, I heard him throw up. He must be sick, I thought suddenly, and tried pulling on the door again. "Babe, are you okay in there? I think that this door must be stuck," I said worriedly, wondering why the damn door wouldn't move.

I waited for a response but there was nothing. Only silence. I was starting to get really nervous and was calling out his name and slamming my shoulder against the door, wishing that he would answer. Slam, slam, slam. I was hurting my shoulder, but didn't care; I was becoming desperate. One last push against the door after getting a bit of a running start, and the door flew open.

Thinking that I would find him on the floor, sick and perhaps fainted, I let a second pass while my eyes adjusted to the low lit room. Then I saw him - laying face down on the floor, jacket off, pants and boxers bunched around his ankles. I felt myself filling up with fear and rage and then saw Karofsky a ways away from him, hastily trying to do up his own pants. With sudden realization of what had occurred, I felt my outrage explode and partially escape through my lips in an unrecognizable shout.

In that moment, I was without a doubt feeling more anger than I had ever previously experienced. I lunged forward at him, all levelheadedness forgotten. When he noticed that I was headed toward him, he froze with shock and I easily pushed him to the ground. I threw one good punch, right to his nose, but that only seemed to clear his mind. Through his anger and brute strength, he easily flipped us over so that he was the one who was on top of me.

I could hear Kurt whimpering and struggling to sit up, only a few feet away from us, and I wanted to go to him, to tell him that I loved him and that everything would be okay, but with the monster on top of me, I was using all of my available energy to try and get him off. Karofsky was hitting me repeatedly anywhere he could reach and after one strong blow to the head, I felt myself getting dizzy. I was worried that we were both going to die and all that I kept wishing for was the opportunity to tell Kurt how much I loved him - when everything went dark.

Later, I woke up when I was being lifted and buckled onto a stretcher by two paramedics whose eyes were full of concern. I couldn't speak very loudly but I was saying Kurt's name over and over, praying that he would answer me. But I didn't hear him. I heard Carol crying, Burt yelling at the ambulance driver to hurry, paramedics talking in hushed tones and a man calling the incident into the hospital so that they would be ready, but no Kurt. My nervousness was growing and I yelled out for him and started demanding the people who were nearest to me to bring me to him. I heard one of the men whisper something to the other while lifting me onto the gurney and felt a pinch in my side and I fell quickly into worried sleep.

Later that night, sometime after midnight, I woke up and had to think for a few minutes about why my head and back hurt and why I was in a bed that was neither my own, nor Kurt's. I glanced hazily about the room, and finally noticed a woman sitting hunched over with her face in her hands. He looked at her curiously and with her hair all disheveled I didn't immediately realize that it was Carol. I heard the steady hum of the medical equipment on the other side of the room, and in one harsh breath the memory of why I was there and what had happened came crashing down and landed on me like someone had placed a boulder on my chest. The new worry for Kurt and hatred for Karofsky hurt more badly than any of my physical ailments. I tried to call out for Carol, to let her know that I was awake and to try to get information about Kurt.

My voice was hoarse and it took a few attempts, but at last, she lifted her had and though her eyes remained full of worry, her mouth showed a relieved smile. "Blaine, how are you feeling sweetie?" she asked, walking over to the bed and taking one of my hands in her own."

"I'm fine," I lied easily, knowing that I wasn't yet and wouldn't be until I found out how Kurt was doing. "How's Kurt?"

She took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh before answering. "He's stable. You're in a regular room but he's over in the ICU. His dad is with him now. He had a lot of internal bleeding and he just got out of surgery about an hour ago. The doctors say he'll be fine after a couple of weeks, physically at least," she dropped her voice for the last part and said it more to herself than to me.

"I've got to see him. Will you take me to him?" I asked with a tear in my eye and an edge in my voice. I felt some relief when she said he would be okay, but I needed to see for myself. I needed to hold his hand and tell him that I loved him, even if he couldn't yet reply.

"No, no, sweetie," she said, "you can't go to him until you're better and until the doctors say that it's okay. You have a concussion and several broken ribs. They had to give you something to calm you down when you woke up back at the house. They said you were having an anxiety attack and they can't risk it happening again while you're recuperating. You'll have to wait here. As soon as you can see him though, I'll bring you to him. I expect he'll want to see you. We've called your parents, too. As you know they were in London on business but they'll be back by tomorrow night."

A silence fell after these words that was as comfortable as one could expect in the situation. Thoughts were still running through my mind quickly, and Carol looked tired and I wanted her to be able to sleep, but I needed to get one more piece of information before I fell asleep again myself. "And the monster?" I asked, not bothering to attempt and hide the contempt in my voice.

"The police came and took him away. And good riddance! I hope they lock him up forever for what he did," she said tearing up and raising her voice slightly. "Don't worry about that now, honey," she continued, her voice returning to its motherly tone, "try and go back to sleep, knowing Kurt and you couldn't be on a safer place, and that I'll be here with you now and you'll be seeing him soon." And it was as if her words were a spell that made my eyes and head droop and I fell back into a deep sleep.

The next few days went by like this. Between Carol, Burt and my mom, there was nearly always someone in the room with me. Upon hearing that I would be fine, my father had decided that his work was to important to leave unattended, so he send my mom back without him. I found comfort in the frequent sleep that came with the pain medicine, for although Kurt was still in a stable condition, they forbade me to see him. I requested updates every time I woke up to whoever was in the room at the time, and pressed my nurses for details whenever they came to check on me.

After four long days, which in some days felt like one long day and in other ways felt like a whole year, they said that I could see him if I wanted to, since he had been taken out of the ICU earlier than morning, Burt had been with him nearly constantly, for he wanted to be there for his boy when he finally woke, but Carol requested that when I saw him for the first time she and Burt run home and take showers and grab something to eat, since neither had left the hospital since they had first arrived.

I insisted that I could walk, but they pushed me to his room in a wheelchair anyway. Getting out of my bed was refreshing but once I tried to move around I felt the sharp pains in my sides and back where the broken ribs were. I pushed myself into the room and felt a firm hand on my shoulder and a wet kiss on my forehead as the Hummels walked out.

Seeing him that first time was awful and wonderful in equal measure. He was asleep and his eyes were crushed together and he moved his head a little back and forth like he was trying to wake up but couldn't. Forgetting the pain, I stood up quickly and made my way across the room as fast as I could, and took the vacated the seat that Burt had obviously just left.

I sat down in it quickly, grabbed both of his hands and put kiss after kiss upon them. Between the kisses I whispered everything that I had hoped to have the opportunity to say. I told him that I loved him, that I wanted to spend the rest of our lives together, I told thanked him for being such a good boyfriend, I told him that I would try my hardest to make him happy forever, I cursed Karofsky and cried and told him how I couldn't image anyone wanting to hurt him. I told him I loved him over and over again, and cried until my voice died out completely and I fell asleep laying over him, wishing he would wake up so that he could hear some of my words.

Two more long days it went on like that. I only left his side when the nurse told me that I had to go back to my room, which was at night to sleep and for meals. After a week had passed I was feeling anxious. Although I was still sore, I was mostly mended and would be released from the hospital the next day. Well - I would be discharged - it was unlikely that I would actually leave the premises until Kurt left with me. With promises of returning first thing in the morning, Burt and Carol had returned to the house for a good night of sleep.

I tried to sleep, but found that I was restless and worried about Kurt - and scared that he would finally wake up and he would be alone and perhaps scared. Wanting to prevent him from any further hurt, I crawled out of bed and snuck to his room. I met a nurse sitting at the station just outside his room, but she saw the tears in my eyes and nodded slightly, looking pointedly the other way and silently allowed me to slip inside the room.

I resumed the position that I had vacated so often in the last 48 hours, taking his hand in mine and laying my head down on his chest. Still slightly on edge, I couldn't fall asleep but helped pass the time by singing under my breath and reminiscing about some of the wonderful times that I had shared with Kurt.

After an hour or two, I felt his hand squeeze mine, and heard my name fall off of his lips and my eyes immediately filled with tears - of joy, of relief, of sadness because of the obvious hurt in his eyes and most of all of happiness - because the first words whispered from his mouth other than my name were "I love you so much, please never leave my side."

Following that night together, reveling in each other's safety and the comfort that we found in one another, things got a little easier, day by day. I feel so lucky that we had made it through that night and had a stronger relationship because of it. I hated these nights and any remaining hurt that he still felt, but I was so thankful that he was still able to lay with me and I was still able to call him mine. I truly meant it when I told him that I would never leave his side and that I would be there for him until the day I died. I was lucky and I wanted to provide the love of my life with all of the care and respect that he deserved, to the best of my ability. He had some sad and painful moments in his life, but with any luck, I would be able to provide a considerable more happy ones than sad. And I'll try forevermore.

A/N: Last chapter - Burt's views - should be up next. Comments are appreciated if you feel so inclined.

Kelsey