I have no idea how this happened or why I wrote this, but the song got stuck in my head so...
I still do not own glee, sadly.
'Give me a sign' ~Breaking Benjamin.
Blaine lifted up his head. It pounded, but that wasn't his biggest concern.
Kurt's eyes were closed. They had been since a week ago.
'It was great, today.' Kurt smiled at Blaine, his boyfriend for barely three days.
They'd been spending time that Saturday at Blaine's house. Sure, they weren't alone much, seeing as Blaine's mother had been home the entire day, but they had laughed, had a tickle war (Kurt still insisted he'd won, even though both of them knew it had been Kurt who squealed 'I surrender' first) and ended up watching three Disney movies in a row before being called downstairs for dinner. It was ten o'clock when Kurt left.
He had pecked Blaine on the lips and darted out the door with an adorable giggle. He'd gotten in his car and had waved at Blaine, who'd smiled and waved back. Blaine had walked outside to watch Kurt drive out of the street. But just as Kurt wanted to turn the corner, it happened.
It happened so fast.
A truck had come around the corner at the same time, but had been driving under influence and thus way too fast. Right into the side of Kurt's car.
Blaine vaguely remembered screaming as he saw it happening. Ever since, he'd been sitting at Kurt's hospital bed everyday, hoping for some sign that Kurt would get out of his coma, but the longer it took, the smaller the chance became he'd ever wake up again.
Blaine took yet another look at Kurt's pale face. He was too pale. It wasn't the beautiful kind of pale he usually was. It was a sickening kind of pale.
Blaine took a shivering breath, allowing the tears to fall as he grasped Kurt's hand for what must've been the millionth time that week.
'Just give me a sign, Kurt. One sign. That's all I ask from you.' But Blaine's unspoken thoughts didn't seem to help in the slightest.
That was the moment Blaine lost all hope he'd ever see Kurt's beautiful eyes again.
Blaine sighed and let his head drop back on the side of the bed, still grasping Kurt's hand tightly.
The little twitch of Kurt's thumb was enough for Blaine to look up, just in time to see Kurt's eyes slowly opening.
He had found hope once again.