Wow, I wrote a ton of this, and then I got horrible writer's block. Then I got strep throat and finally just sucked it up and wrote this for you guys. It may not be my best, but I hope you like it anyway.
DISCLAIMER: I keep forgetting these things… But I still don't own Glee.
(Blaine POV)
"What do I wear? It's our first date! Do I go dressy? No, that might look over-the-top. But if I go casual it might look like I don't care, which I do! Kurt's into fashion, so he might appreciate a dressier look, but that'll look like I'm trying too hard. Maybe I can find an in between look! But…"
"Blaine!" I broke off my ramblings as Wes yelled at me. "Please stop! You sound like a teenage girl!" Wes stopped to duck as a pillow was thrown across our dorm room at his head. He sighed, "Ok, listen, Obviously, Kurt likes you of he wouldn't have agreed to this in the first place. He left Damien for you. That means something! He's not going to care what you wear. He likes you, and you like him, right?"
Yeah. Wow, I never thought I'd say this, but, Wes, you're right."
"Of course I'm right! Did you ever doubt me?" I just rolled my eyes at him as my cell phone started to ring.
"Hello?" I answered without looking at the caller I.D.
"Hey, it's Kurt," came the voice from the other end, setting my heart aflutter.
"Hey Kurt. What's up?"
Well, I'm at the clothing store downtown picking out something for tonight and I just got a text from Wes saying that you were acting like a girl and that I was to save him from his misery." I sent a glare at Wes; he just shrugged.
"Um, don't worry about it. The issue is resolved." I said, looking pointedly at Wes.
"Well that's good to know. If I wanted someone who acted like a girl, I wouldn't be gay." I just laughed. "Well, I'll talk to you later."
"Ok, see you later." I was about to hang up when I realized that I could still hear the muffled sounds of cars driving by and the talking of other people coming through the phone.
"Kurt? Kurt, are you still there?" When I got no reply, I laughed. He must've forgotten to hang up his phone and just put it in his pocket. I was about to hang up again when I heard a voice coming through clearer than the other voices. Someone must be talking to Kurt. My curiosity kept me listening.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt's voice was muffled, but I could still make out the disgust in his voice and, was that a hint of fear?
"What's in the shopping bag?" This deeper voice I didn't recognize, but it was obviously filled with hatred.
"It's none of your business," Kurt spat out. Wait, does he know this person? My face must've been clearly shocked because Wes gave me a questioning look from across the room. I shrugged at him and tried to catch the rest of the conversation on Kurt's end of the phone.
"Well I'm making it my business. Now, let me see." Who was this guy? A struggling sound came from the other end, and I heard Kurt cry out.
"Let go of my bag!"
"Fine, it's probably full of your faggy stuff anyway."
There was the sound of struggling and a thud. A scream echoed out from Kurt as the loud screech of a car's tires skidding when the driver slammed on their breaks was heard. Another thud sounded and the line went dead. I could no longer hear what was going on from Kurt's end.
"Kurt? Kurt!" I was yelling into the phone over and over. My mind went into panic mode. What the fuck just happened?
"Blaine, what happened?" I had completely forgotten Wes was in the room.
"I-I heard a f-fight and screeching t-tires a-and I think K-Kurt m-might be hurt!" I choked out through my tears.
"Ok, try to calm down." His hand was now on my shoulder, trying to bring at least a little comfort to me. "Where was he?" I took a few deep breaths. Ok, I know he said something about where he was. Now what did he say? Think, Blaine!
"Um, h-he said something a-about clothes shopping d-downtown," I managed to tell him.
"Ok, come on. I'll drive you. There can't be that many clothes stores downtown." I nodded, but I must've still looked unsure because he added, "Don't worry, we'll find him." I know he was trying to be comforting, but I could hear the worry in his own voice, revealing that he wasn't as confident in this as he would like me to think he was. I took another deep breath.
"O-ok. Let's go." We ran out of Dalton and to his car. He started the car and began to drive before we were even all the way into the car. My door was still closing as he sped out of the parking lot, and I buckled up as we reached the highway that headed into town. We're going fast, so why is it taking forever to get there?
Eventually, after what seemed like forever to me, we made it downtown. I started to direct Wes toward where I knew Kurt's favorite store was. It was where he was most likely to be. I just prayed that he was there and was alright. In the distance, I began to see blue and red flashing lights and hear the piercing ring of the sirens of the ambulances as they pulled to a stop just down the road, in front of the spot where I knew Kurt's favorite store was. We had to slow down the car because of traffic jams, so I leaped out of the still moving car and took off at a run down the road, now in complete panic mode.
"Kurt! Kurt! Where are you? Are you ok?" I started yelling as I approached the area where the ambulance was stopped, lights still flashing. I got to where I could see what had happened. I was praying that it wasn't Kurt that was hurt. Anyone but him! Please let him be safe! I could make out a body lying in a small pool of blood on the ground in the middle of the road. He was facing away from me so I couldn't see his face, and I still had a little bit of hope that he was alright, though. All of my hopes died when the paramedics flipped the body to put it onto the stretcher. Kurt's face was now facing up so everyone could see him. My heart completely stopped in my chest when I saw him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and I couldn't even hear myself screaming when I knew I was. I started to run closer to Kurt when two officers stepped in front of me to stop me.
"Sir, you can't go any closer." I started to protest when Wes finally reached me, grabbing my shoulders to hold me back.
"Blaine, let them do their work. He'll be alright but you have to let them work," he said. I nodded, wiping away some of the tears that were currently streaming down my face. I watched in absolute horror as they picked him up on the stretcher and loaded him into the back of the ambulance. I could barely see the slight rise and fall of his chest from this distance.
Wes guided me with his hands that were still on my shoulders back to his car as the ambulance pulled away, sirens blaring. Wes and I both got in and he started the car. I gulped down the tears before I could trust myself to talk.
"F-follow the a-ambulance. Hurry." I croaked through my tears.
"On it." Wes replied as he raced onto the road right behind the speeding ambulance. We followed it to the hospital and parked in the lot by the emergency entrance where the ambulance had just brought Kurt. I leaped out of the car and was by the ambulance by the time they unloaded it. I think one of the paramedics was about to tell me to back away, but backed off and continued to take Kurt out of the back of the ambulance when I gave them the nastiest glare I could muster at the moment. I stood back a bit as they pulled him out, following them inside the hospital. The tears that had just started to dry up were brought back to my eyes when I saw up close the extent of his injuries. His eyes were closed, so he must be unconscious. While he was in the ambulance, the paramedics had given him an oxygen mask. I could see where he was bleeding from the side of his head, dribbles of blood still trailing down his face. The blankets were stained with dried blood mostly in the area where his leg was lying.
They brought him inside and wheeled him down the hallway towards the intensive care unit. I couldn't take it anymore so I grabbed the sleeve of one of the many people in a paramedic's uniform hurrying alongside the stretcher.
"Excuse me. Can you tell me if he's going to be alright?" The man looked at me impatiently before he answered me.
"We can't know right now. His injuries seem to be quite extensive. We'll let you know as soon as we know." I couldn't choke back a small sob when he said this. I let go of his sleeve that I was still holding.
"O-ok. Thank you, sir." He nodded at me before scurrying away down the hall. I wiped at the tears in my eyes, staring down the hall to where they disappeared around the corner with Kurt. I stood there, unmoving, and jumped in surprise when a gentle hand grazed my shoulder and a slightly wavering voice gently whispered my name.
"Blaine… Standing here isn't going to accomplish anything. Come on. Let's go back to the waiting room." I sniffled and nodded, allowing Wes to guide me back to the waiting room. It was quite the plain room. The walls were white, which matched the tile flooring and the ceiling. Two rows of cushioned, gray chairs were lined up along each wall. Small end-tables were at the end of each row of chairs, covered in magazines. We sat down in two chairs in the fairly empty waiting room at the end of the row closest to the door where the doctor would come from. We would be the first people to see him if he were coming to tell us something. The only other person in there was an older looking woman with short, graying hair and an easy-going look to her. She was probably there waiting for her husband or a friend. Eventually, her husband came out, looking perfectly healthy. She smiled as she stood up, grasping his hand tightly. He gave her a grin and a kiss on the cheek before they walked out of the room. I let fresh tears fall down my face. I want to have that with Kurt someday, I thought. I only hope I still get the chance, too.
Hours passed and in the meantime I cried a few times, read all the magazines there, yelled in frustration, sat on the floor head in hands, and slept in my chair, only to force myself awake in case the doctor came in. I was in another one of my angry moments, ready to throw things across the room or go find the person who did this to him and hurt them when the doctor that I had stopped in the hall before emerged and looked straight at me. I immediately leapt put of my chair and ran over to him.
"Doctor! What happened? Is he alright? How bad is it? Please tell me!"
"Whoa! Slow down. He's alive and breathing. It looks like he's going to be ok. He's asleep now so you can go in, but try not to wake him." I nodded.
"Thank you, doctor!" I rushed into the room, Wes following close behind me. I found the room with his name on the door and pushed it open. He was lying there, on the uncomfortable-looking hospital bed, bloody clothes gone, leaving a baby blue hospital gown in their place. He was covered up to his waist with a thin sheet. He looked paler than usual. He looked completely helpless lying there with tubes in his nose for breathing, stitches on his forehead, and his arm bandaged up in a sling. It broke my heart and a few choked sobs broke the silence. I cautiously walked over to his bedside, sitting in one of the two chairs and carefully lifting his soft, smooth hand into my calloused one. Wes decided not to come in the room in order to give us some much-needed privacy. He headed back to the waiting room. I swallowed the lump in my throat before I spoke to the sleeping Kurt.
"Kurt, I-I know you can't hear me, but I really wish you could. The doctor said you were going to be ok, and I hope they are right. I don't think I could handle life without you. I could barely handle the last few hours, not knowing if you would live or not. It killed me." Somewhere in the middle of my speech I found that my eyes had shut, tears streaming out of them, choking me up. "And now that I know that you're going to be alright, I'm never going to let you go again. I promise that I'm yours for as long as you still want me around. I promise." My tears had gotten worse as I talked and my last few words were barely a whisper as I fought them back. I squeezed his hand with both of mine and kissed his fingertips, eyes still closed.
"B-Blaine…? D-do you really m-mean all of that?" My eyes flew wide open. New tears, these ones of pure joy built in the corners of my eyes.
"O-of course I meant it!" Kurt smiled at me weakly, still tired from the sedatives they gave him during surgery. I could think of nothing else to do but lean forward and kiss him quickly and gently, portraying all of my feelings at the moment to him.
I pulled back and gripped his hand all the tighter, too caught up in the moment to remember why we were here.
"I'm so glad you're alright. I was a mess before." Kurt just smiled again and blinked sleepily. "Why don't you get some sleep. You need it."
"Will you still be here when I wake up?"
"Of course I will. I promise." Kurt smiled gently and closed his eyes, falling back into a deep sleep, his chest lightly rising and falling in a slow rhythm. He looked so frail, but still so perfect. I could definitely tell how bad of shape he was in.
Whoever did this to him is going to pay. I swear it.
Wow, longest chapter yet.
I know, you probably hate me for hurting Kurt, but I'm better at drama than happiness. But I promise that there will be some happiness and a first date soon, in the next couple of updates.
I'll try to write as fast as possible, but no promises.
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Until next time,
Chloe