AN: So school for me is starting back up this week and I've decided to get myself on a schedule with this story. I'll update it every Tuesday and if it isn't updated by Tuesday then expect it Thursday because those are the two days I don't have class. It'll be easier to time manage. Anyway I hope you like this chapter!
Chapter Seven- Love Me Like You'll Never See Me Again
"So," Folshi says as she adjusts the microphone. "As you all know the holidays are fast approaching and we usually start singing holiday songs around this time. Now, will Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel come up on stage please," she smiles.
Kurt and Blaine, who were sitting at the bar, slowly walk up on stage not sure what's going on.
"And these two will be starting off caroling with the classic single 'Baby, It's Cold Outside,'" she says.
Folshi then hands the microphone to Blaine winking at him then cueing the guy to start the music. Kurt inwardly groaned, remembering that he told her about the history of the song.
I really can't stay –
But baby it's cold outside
Kurt backs away as Blaine comes closer to him.
I've got to go away - But baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
Kurt steps offstage weaving in between tables with Blaine chasing after him. When he's close enough Blaine grabs Kurt's hands only for him to pull away.
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry?
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Put some records on while I pour
They kept up the act and the audience were either encouraging Blaine to get him or for Kurt to keep running.
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that hold out
They make their way back onstage where Blaine comes up behind Kurt and wraps his arms around his waist.
Ohhh, baby it's cold outside
The audience starts clapping and Folshi comes up behind them holding mistletoe over their heads. They look up then at each other; Blaine reaches up and pressed a kiss on the corner of Kurt's mouth. Kurt smiled, blush creeping up his neck.
Kurt sat arms crossed on the couch staring straight ahead.
"You're going to have to talk to me eventually," Folshi went over and sat next to him.
"I can't believe you did that!"
"Oh please you love me for it. Don't pretend like you didn't enjoy yourself."
Before he knew it a smile grew on his face and he started turning red.
"Ha! I was right," she smiled then looked out the window. "Kurt you should stay the night. I don't want you driving, it doesn't look like the snow is going to let up anytime soon."
Blaine, with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up, tapped the end of his pencil to the beat of the music.
"Anderson," a voice called.
His manager walked up to him and Blaine pulls out his headphone.
"What are you still doing here it's almost midnight," he said.
"Oh, hey Chris. I'm just making some last notes on this band, they're really good. I guess I just got really into it."
"That's what I like about you Blaine," he leans against the cubicle wall. "You have this passion and drive for music. It's a really special thing to see. I mean in ten years you could easily be owning Columbia Records. But we both know that's not going to happen," Chris shook his head.
"Excuse me?" Blaine asked.
"Listen kid," Chris leaned forward. "I've heard you sing at the café and I've seen some of your old glee videos from Dalton and McKinley. Blaine you don't belong behind the scenes. In fact as an early Christmas I've scheduled a meeting next week for you to see the Board. They're excited to hear you."
"Oh my god," Blaine shook his head. "Thank you so much."
"I know talent when I hear it," Chris shrugged. "Now hurry up and get home. It's getting pretty bad out there."
"Yeah I will," he nodded. "Thank you again."
"Drive safely," Chris says as he leaves.
Blaine downloads the rest of the EP onto his iPod, grabs his books, and leaves. When he got outside the snow was about a foot up. He got into his car, started it, and drove off barely being able to see.
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Folshi turned over and reached for her phone.
"Dad?" She answered groggily.
"Folshi, I know it's late but I felt like I should call you," he says.
"Dad, what's wrong? What happened?" She sits up.
"Sweetheart, it's Blaine. His car must've skidded off the road. He's in the Intensive Care Unit right now."
She gasped, "Kurt and I will be right there. Thanks for calling me dad."
She puts down her phone and turns to Kurt.
"Kurt!" She shakes him. "Kurt!"
"Hmm? What's up?" He rubs his eyes.
"My dad just called. Blaine's been in a car accident."
A gray haired man with dark eyes and fair skin walked up to them.
"Dad," Folshi stands followed by Kurt. "This is my friend Kurt Hummel, Kurt this is Dr. Elias Scott."
"I'm sorry about your friend," Elias looked towards him.
Kurt nodded, "Is he okay?"
"He will be," Elias confirmed. "He's sustained a broken hand, a fractured leg, and a couple of bruised ribs. Blaine hit his head but it wasn't exactly a concussion. More like just a bump."
"Will he still be able to play guitar and piano and everything?" Folshi looked at him.
"Once his hand healed properly I don't see why not. He's sleep right now and I shouldn't really be doing this, but there's no harm in it. You can see him but one at a time. He may be unresponsive but I know you two really want to see him."
"Thank you Dr. Scott," Kurt said.
"Thanks dad," Folshi rocks to her tip toes and kisses his cheek.
He nodded and walked off.
"Kurt, you can go see him first. I'll go grab some coffee."
Kurt kisses her cheeks and walks to the last room at the end of the hall. He opened the door to see Blaine in bed with left leg and right arm in a cast. He grabs the chair and pulls it closer to the bed. Kurt sits there for a few minutes simply watching Blaine's chest rise up and down. He reaches down into his bag and grabs a pen.
"How about I tell you a story while I decorate your cast?" Kurt sits on the edge of the bed and begins to draw on the casted arm.
"So, once upon a time there was a boy. He was tormented for something he had absolutely no control over. Not a day went by where the boy didn't get a slushie thrown at him, tossed into a dumpster, or slammed into lockers. The boy told people but there was only so much that the other could do. One day the boy went to a place called Dalton and little did he know that one day would change his life," Kurt looked down at Blaine.
He continued to draw, "On that day he was sent to spy on the rival the glee club. One the staircase the boy stopped someone; he's the hero of our story, on the staircase. And from that moment on the boy forever belonged to the hero. Even though it took the hero a long time to realize the boy's feelings, the boy waited knowing he was worth it.
"Finally, one day the hero came to senses and they dated, in the almost two years they were together the boy was at his happiest. Until one day when the boy made the stupidest mistakes of his life. The boy was scared that his hero had forgotten about him, he tricked himself into thinking his hero was better off without him. Fast forward five years and the hero is still as charming, talented, and gorgeous as ever. Even after the boy betrayed his heart he welcomed him back with open arms."
Kurt shifts his position so he's looking straight down at Blaine.
"You were that hero for me Blaine; you were that and so much more. And I will do everything in my power to make sure that I'll be that for you."
He stands up and looks down at the cast. Courage was written in bubble letter with a different design for each letter. He bent over and kissed Blaine's forehead.
"I love you."
Blaine's eyes flittered open at a damp cloth being pressed against his forehead.
"Fo?" He shifts up then winces in pain.
"Honey, don't move too much," she puts down the cloth.
He narrowed his eyes and raised his left hand to her face noticing her puffy eyes. "You've been crying," he says wispily.
"Well, yeah," she linked her fingers through his. "My big brother got into a car accident last night," she sighed. "Blaine Michael Anderson if you ever worry me or Kurt like that again I swear-"
"I love you too sis," he smiles weakly.
Blaine looked at his casted arm saw the word staring back at him.
"Where's Kurt?"
"He had to go home and he had a meeting with my mom. He'll be here around noon."
"Fo, I'm in love with that beautiful man. I know this is cliché and all but the accident really put it into perspective."
"Finally you came to your senses," she rolled her eyes. "Umm… Blaine, you know I love you right?" She stands up.
"Yeah, why?" he watches her intently.
"And that when I do something for you I have your best interests at heart," she walks backwards, putting her back against the door.
"Folshi, what did you do?" He raised an eyebrow.
She opens the doors and a woman walks in.
"Mom?" He croaked out.
AN: So I hope all the medical stuff made sense. I knew what I wanted him to have but I wasn't sure if it made sense with the story or not. Please review!