-Jacob's POV
Jacob was not at all happy. He was feeling irritated and melancholy all at the same time. These feelings were not placed on Blaine or Carlisle or even the other leech though, these feelings were all at himself. Blaine was sulking on the bed, occasionally wincing and in general looking like someone had hurt him deep. And why wouldn't he be? Jacob had hurt him, first physically and then emotionally. Jacob didn't mean to be a dick, and yet somehow at the end of the day that was what he was. The most fucked up part of the whole thing? He still refused to let go of Blaine. H wanted to do that more than anything, and the day he had asked his imprint if that was what he wanted he knew he wouldn't have been able to stick to that plan for long. He could not be without Blaine anymore than he could be without oxygen. To top it off he had this wonderfully asshole-ish knack for his temper flaring up and destroying the fragile bridge he had built with Blaine.
All of this lead to his current predicament: Blaine was hurt, bad, possibly with a punctured lung and for sure with some broken bones. Blaine was depressed and angry about loving a man who beat him. And now Carlisle Cullen and his son were coming over to check up on him. Jacob couldn't even pull the energy together to feel jealous. He almost laughed as a thought crossed his brain. "Maybe it would be better if the vampires took Blaine." He didn't think he would be able to live though it, but at the same time he did not want to be the cause of anymore woe for Blaine. His life sucked. Hard.
He heard the Cullen's car before he could have seen it and methodically without saying anything to Blaine went downstairs to get the door. Emmett was talking animatedly to Carlisle and Jacob felt himself growl. It was not at the fact that his previously sworn enemies were pulling into his driveway, it was that they were happy, and he envied that. More than anything he wanted to be happy with Blaine, but if they did not, could not work out then just happiness would be enough. No...even that wasn't entirely accurate. He wanted Blaine to be happy more than anything. If he could just have that, then he would be able to maintain some semblance of sanity. He wasn't ready to give up just yet though, he wanted to exhaust all options of Blaine being happy, here, on the rez, with Jacob.
-Blaine's POV
Blaine watched Jacob go downstairs and sighed. The way Jacob had talked to him was calm, but at the same time it was fierce and Blaine knew he had crossed some line or another. He was fully prepared to get hit the moment that Dr. Cullen left. That was if he left at all. Was Washington a Free Will State? He couldn't remember, but maybe Carlisle would call the police and sit with him until protective custody arrived to save him. No. Not save him, but take him away. He was sure that if he wanted to leave he could and that Jacob would probably die, but let him go. To Blaine, that wasn't saving. He would live the rest of his life filled with regret and self-revulsion for what that would do to Jacob. Jacob was mean, but he was loving at the same time. Blaine chuckled to himself as he thought that there should be a Wikipedia article entitled :The Jacob Black Paradox. Of course, that was assuming the world was ready to hear about the existence of werewolves, and vampires...and witches. Nah, they couldn't handle it, mortals were surprisingly stupid when it came to simple little things.
Blaine had so many thoughts swimming through his head he didn't look up when Jacob's door opened again. That was, not until he felt the warm and intense stare of a certain vampire. It took all of his self-control not to burst out with a grin and a laugh when he saw Emmett walk through that door. And coming from someone who used to set fire to his bed sheets almost nightly, that was really saying something. He was better than Blaine remembered, standing in all his brawny and pale glory. It was enough to take his breath away and for once, it was not painful when he remembered to breathe again. For Jacob's sake, Emmett seemed to be staying calm and civilized and not at all like he was in love. Only his eyes and his slight grin gave him away and only to Blaine. Jacob kept his head down, he was ashamed of himself, but for once Blaine didn't allow himself to feel bad for this. It was natural to feel like shit when you beat the hell out of your boyfriend to the point where he needed a house call.
Blaine was so enthralled he didn't notice that the room was quiet with Carlisle giving him a raised eyebrow, obviously just having asked a question.
"Sorry, Doctor, I was lost. What did you say?"
Carlisle smiled warmly, "We all get lost, no harm no foul. I asked how you were feeling."
"Honestly?"
"In my preference as a doctor in order to treat you to the full extent of my abilities. Yes."
Blaine almost hesitated, to his surprise this was not for Jacob's sake. Instead he wanted to seem brave in front of Emmett. He allowed himself to speak the truth though, eager to get the proper treatment that he needed and get rid of this pain.
"My ribs, we calculated four are broken and they hurt like hell. I coughed up some blood this morning and so I'm scared that Jacob punctured a lung. I think I had a concussion at the beginning but that's faded, and my wrist hurts." When he heard his name Blaine thought he saw a tear fall down Jacob's cheek. He didn't get a good chance to see though, as Jacob turned and left the room. Blaine heard the front door close and assumed that Jacob needed some wolf time to get through his feelings.
Emmett looked apologetic about it, but he could not help but grin. It was as if Carlisle wasn't even there and they were alone together. Blaine grinned back. God damn if Emmett didn't bring about a euphoric feeling in him. And for how soft and easy his hands were he might as well have been somewhere else. If it wasn't for the temperature, Blaine wouldn't have even noticed the doctor who was keeping to himself quietly while he assessed with his amazing skills.
Emmett came around to the other side of the bed and even though he was several degrees colder Blaine felt himself warm up considerably at the presence.
"How ya feeling bud?" He asked concern sincerely flooding his voice.
"A lot better now, actually." It wasn't a lie, and once again it didn't bother him, he felt that he would have told that truth even if Jacob was in the room with them. With him gone, Blaine felt that he would be honest. Ever the adorable smart-ass Emmett grinned, "Well I can have that effect on people." It wasn't really that funny, but Blaine giggles nevertheless and then blushed and apologized. Emmett shook his head. "Please don't, I love hearing you laugh it's a lot better than...well." At that point Carlisle gave his son a glance and a small nod, almost imperceptible.
Emmett sighed, "If I tell you something dark and kinda creepy do you promise not to kill me?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, he doubted there was anything that Emmett would tell him that would scare him or want to murder this man. He loved Emmett...Wait. What? He blanched internally, but at the same time knew it was true. He loved Emmett Cullen, more than Jacob, and he had the odd feeling that Emmett loved him too.
It was so much faster than with Jacob and yet at the same time, it felt completely different. Jacob was like...a gun. Gorgeous to look at, useful, good for protection and safety. He shined sometimes with special care and no one wanted to fuck with you. But he was also volatile and dangerous and just explosive. Emmett on the other hand was like a dog, (ironically enough,) it took no special energy to love him, he seemed loyal and that he would be forever. And since he was a vampire forever was...forever.
"Go ahead and tell me, I promise only slight maiming, no murder." Emmett guffawed at this and even Carlisle grinned a little. Crude humor it seemed was the way to Emmett Cullen's heart. "Well, from the first moment I saw you, and saw that, that...Jacob had hurt you." He paused and sighed. His face grew serious and sad. "Even if you were and or are off limits, I couldn't let anything bad happen to you. This." He gestured to Blaine's body. "This, was enough to test my limits for the first time in a hundred years. When I heard...you have no idea how close Jacob Black came to resting under a tombstone that night." Blaine nodded, that wasn't such a big deal. It was protectiveness, in such a way that Blaine didn't even know about. It wasn't smothering, painful, overbearing protectiveness.
Emmett continued, a little more slowly as though expecting an outburst from Blaine. "Well, anyway like I said, the first time I saw you. I knew I wanted to be with you, but that you and Jacob were involved. So being the patient creature that I am-" Carlisle snorted very quietly, and Blaine didn't have to know Emmett that well to understand. The largest Cullen was not patient. "As I was saying, I kind of...watch you." His eyes fell, a little embarrassed. Blaine however, was not at all fazed. "Thank you." He whispered. The smile that he received in return was like the first breath to a newborn infant. In that moment there was no pain or worry about Jacob. Carlisle was not there, he was not in Jacob's room, he was in Emmett's arms and all was well.
"I'm going to inject you with some morphine so I can reset the bone. Is that okay?" Carlisle's question interrupted his day dream and in the next moment Emmett looked frightening. He shot a glare to Carlisle and his mouth moved. A drone escaped his lips and Carlisle replied in the same way. It was only through their facial expressions that Blaine knew what was going on. Blaine really couldn't blame Emmett for being mad, if he was to be honest he was a little irritated too. Carlisle couldn't have waited a few moments to say what he was going to say? The bones had waited for days were minutes really going to kill him? Apparently so as Emmett gave one last scathing look at his father before looking at Blaine with warmth and kindness.
"He says that the lung isn't punctured, it just got a bit bruised and swollen. Some of the capillaries broke and blah blah blah. You're going to be fine is the point." Blaine smiled back and said softly. "I will be fine, as long as..." He blushed and couldn't continue but Emmett understood.
-Emmett's POV
Gods, Emmett could die right now and it would be at total and complete peace. Well, almost. He wanted, no. Needed to taste those lips at least once. He might have been able to if his father hadn't gotten in the way. Blaine had looked worried as they hissed at each other. His father had been trying to warn him about encroaching on another's territory and Emmett took that with anger. Blaine was no ones property. Even if Emmett turned Blaine and they spent the rest of eternity together he would never call Blaine his property. Carlisle had apologized for both that and interrupting what might have been a kiss. Saying honestly that he had not meant to interfere, that he simply wanted both males well being and safety. That included a Jacob that was not infuriated.
Emmett understood, but was still mad. That was, until Blaine had said that he would be fine as long as Emmett was there. That killed him. It tore his heart out and he didn't care. He was willing to give his heart to this man. As well as his soul, his body, and anything else that made up his existence. Why did Jacob have to exist? As he stared into Blaine's eyes he actually felt anger. Anger at Jacob for beating him to this perfect being. Anger at Jacob for hurting something so angelic and fragile. Anger at Jacob for being a wolf. Anger at Carlisle for not letting him pick up Blaine and run to Japan or Italy where they could never be found.
Blaine brought him more peace then anger though. In Blaine's eyes he found a serene sense of calm that told him he could and would wait for Jacob to calm down or for Blaine to realize how safe life with Emmett could be.
Emmett stayed with Blaine as he fell asleep. He took Blaine's hand as Carlisle reset ribs and bandaged his chest. Carlisle gave him a look, but Emmett returned it with a pleading one and he desisted. Jacob still hadn't returned and Emmett was completely fine with that fact. If he wasn't going to take care of his man then Emmett had no problem doing that job for him. Of course with his luck, this thought had hardly processed when he heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of Jacob's ungraceful breathing. Without needing any prodding from Carlisle though still with regret, Emmett released Blaine's hand.
Jacob's face was a sea of pain and heartache to such a degree that even Emmett felt a little bad for him. A little. "How's he feeling?" His voice was dry and crackly like he had been crying for awhile. Carlisle smiled, "He's asleep because of the morphine, I just finished bandaging him and he should recover. His lung is fine." He added seeing Jacob's worried face. Jacob nodded slowly. "Thank you guys for coming down. I-I know that I should've called sooner, but I was scared that you would call the police or something." Emmett thought the man had a good point. Law enforcement involvement had its merits among good ideas. Carlisle however, shook his head. "Jacob, believe me when I say that the well being of Blaine is my only concern. If anything like this ever happens again, call me. I will not involve the police or social services. This injury though, could have been a lot worse. Imagine how we'd feel if next time he didn't make it." The reaction was almost mirrored in the two younger men. Both growled and whined, Jacob only made it different by letting a few tears escape.
Jacob nodded and sat down next to Blaine's sleeping form. He reached out a hand and stroked his sleeping boyfriend's hair. When he spoke, it was shaky, like he was about to burst out in tears. "Carlisle, could I have a moment alone with your son?" Carlisle nodded and was gone in the next second, he left Emmett the car. "Emmett," Jacob said quietly. Emmett hardly moved, his face stayed turned down at Blaine, but his eyes flickered up. "I know. Call it werewolf intuition or whatever. Even though you can't have seen him more than a few times. I know that something has shifted inside of you towards my boyfriend. The worst part of all is that I am the one who should be with him. The one that the universe had set aside just for me, and you make him happier than I do. Look at him." Emmett barely had to flick his eyes to do so. The young man slept, with a peaceful and serene look on his face.
"I do envy what you can do for him. The way you have brought him happiness even in the midst of so much pain and confusion. You will never know how much I want to be able to do that."
Emmett rolled his eyes. These words were all well and good, but the actions? No, those spoke a different story. They said that Jacob only cared about having a submissive little bitch.
Jacob chuckled, "I know. You don't believe me, and you don't have to. At the very least you need to understand that what would make me the happiest is if Blaine was happy."
"If you want him to be happy you should let him-" Emmett started. Jacob interrupted him with a growl. It was an involuntary sound but Emmett echoed it right back at him.
"I know what you are going to suggest and you need to stop. If I was ever going to consider...that course of action-" He paused and sighed. "How do you even know that you could make him happy?" Emmett laughed. "How could I not? That's not even a legitimate question. Life with me would be free of pain, free of worry, he would never want for anything, and I would never lay a hand on him that he didn't ask for. You see I don't have a wolf inside of me that wants to hurt the person I love." Jacob opened his mouth angrily, but Emmett continued. "Look dude, I know it's not your fault, and I can sympathize with you for that. You're a good friend Jacob and life has handed you a shitty hand. What you need to see though, is that it's affecting him too. You are hurting him. Just because it is not your fault doesn't mean he has to suffer for it."