Sorry for the incredibly long time I took with this, I'm just really really busy :(
Starting May 27th I'll probably have more time to write as that's when my internship begins, and after that summer holidays, so just be patient a little while longer please! Reviews would mean a lot to me 3
The first thing Blaine noticed after waking up was his throbbing head. He reached up tentatively, feeling around on his scalp until finding the huge bump on the back of his head. Flinching, he bit back a groan and opened his eyes slowly.
It was dark. Blaine didn't exactly know what happened, just that he'd blacked out, so he really wanted some answers right now. "Hello?", he called, flinching at how timid his voice sounded. A stifled gasp sounded somewhere next to him.
"Blaine!" He recognized the voice immediately and reached out with his arms. Kurt's hands grasped his, and he pulled him into a crushing hug. "Blaine, I was so worried that you- I mean, you just fell to the ground but you've got a concussion and-"
Kurt choked on his own breath as he tried to get the words out. Blaine groaned softly, his head hurting even more now. Something in his gut twisted, seeing Kurt like that. Blaine patted his back awkwardly, his heart almost bursting through his chest with how hard it was hammering.
"I'm- I'm okay. Why… what happened?"
Kurt finally pulled back, turned the light by Blaine's bed on and then slowly turned to Blaine, looking at him through red-rimmed eyes.
"Blaine… your mother, she- she stopped breathing… for a while. She's okay now though, they got her back on track." He added hastily after seeing Blaine's horrified face.
Blaine's vision started to blur, and the room was circling around him. His breath came in short, shallow gasps and he made to get out of bed, but Kurt forced him back down.
"No, Blaine. You've got a pretty severe concussion; you're not supposed to be moving. You've been out of it for a day and a half… I was so worried about you. I- I thought you wouldn't wake up again…" Kurt's voice broke.
Blaine began feeling guilty, trying to calm himself down. Kurt had been worried… about him. He knew this wasn't the appropriate moment to be happy, but he couldn't help it. But then reality hit him again.
"But- mom she- I need to-" He dissolved into body wracking sobs again. He barely registered when Kurt scooped him up in his arms and enveloped him in a hug.
Probably without realizing, he kissed Blaine on his forehead, murmuring soothing words and gently stroking his back. Blaine immediately stiffened but didn't allow himself to pull back, feeling safer in Kurt's arms than he had ever since they'd broken up. Clutching his back like a lifeline, Blaine held on until his crying subsided, though he still didn't let go after.
"Go back to sleep, Blaine. We'll talk later." Kurt whispered. Shortly after, Blaine had already drifted off into a fitful, nightmare-plagued sleep.
While Blaine slept, Kurt let his thoughts drift off, needing to figure out what to do next. He knew what he'd done wasn't the most intelligent idea he'd had in the past few days, kissing Blaine and all, but he'd just looked so utterly heartbroken.
The worst thing about it was that it hadn't felt weird or bad at all. It'd felt… familiar, comfortable, like they'd never been apart. Crap.
Sighing, he closed his eyes as well and drifted off to sleep. There'd be more time to think later.
If there was one thing Rachel hated, it was being woken up ahead of her schedule. She was a morning person, that was out of question, but even though the obsessive part of her high school-times was mostly gone – she shuddered at the memory of some of her clothing – she still had a tight sleeping schedule and she wasn't about to change that.
That was why she wasn't at all amused when her phone rang at 6am (Seriously, who even called that early?), two hours before she usually got up.
Rachel really didn't want to get the phone so she simply let it ring, relieved when it stopped after a while and slowly drifting back to sleep. When it rang again though, she figured she had to get it, so she pushed herself up with a groan and feeled around for her phone with her hand.
Luckily, the cell was still ringing when she had finally found it, and she replied with a harsh "Hello?" without glancing at the caller ID.
The person on the other line replied with a persistent British accent. "Hey Rachel, it's me, Adam. I was just wondering if Kurt's any better? It's been two days and I don't know, I was just kind of hoping for something that indicates he's still alive?" he chuckled, obviously not noticing Rachel's annoyance or the fact that it was 6am in the morning, for Christ's sake!
The girl was caught by surprise. Adam? What was she supposed to tell him? "Uh… You know… He's uh- he's still asleep!" Smooth, she thought with a slight eye-roll.
She could hear shuffling on the other end, probably because Adam nodded or something. "Uh, okay. Tell him to call me when he wakes up though? Or at least, you know, reply to my texts?"
Rachel's expression darkened at that; she was furious with Kurt by now. "Oh, I'll make sure of it, trust me." she answered determinedly.
"Thanks Rachel! See you soon!" How could anyone be so cheery at this hour?
The girl just huffed out a "Yeah" in response and ended the call, falling back into her pillows. She texted Kurt a Call me, freaking stat, before closing her eyes and trying to sleep again. Shifting around under her covers, she soon realized she probably wouldn't be able to sleep in again.
What a wonderful start for the day, she mused darkly. Still, she got up and made her way to the kitchen, beginning to make herself a coffee. Santana probably wouldn't be up until nine or later, seeing as she worked a night shift at the bar she was employed in.
Shaking her head, Rachel sat down at the kitchen table after getting her coffee and pulling the laptop nearer to herself, glad she'd left it there yesterday after looking something up.
She opened her writing program and began working on an essay that was due next Monday. Seeing as it was only Wednesday, she still had a lot of time, but she didn't want to take any risks – after all, she hadn't come to NYADA to flunk or live the "college life". If she wanted to get anywhere near Broadway, she'd need to do her very best and more.
Time flew by, and after writing about half of the 15 pages, she finally looked at the clock again; it read 7.45am, still a little too early for her liking, seeing as she had already been up for almost two hours, but it was alright.
She stood up and went over to the stove, pulling a pan out of the cupboard and opening the fridge to get two eggs. While waiting for the oil to heat up, she decided to check if Kurt had called or at least replied to her text.
She wasn't surprised to find that he hadn't, it was still rather early in the morning, and it wasn't like she herself was up by choice.
After about two minutes, Rachel returned to the kitchen and grabbed her eggs, smashing them into the pan and stirring. She took them out when they were ready, grabbing herself another coffee and settling by the table again.
Her thoughts began to drift to Blaine, because even though they hadn't talked in a while, he and Kurt still were her best friends. She couldn't imagine what Blaine had to be going through right now, and her chest constricted in sympathy.
Thoughts of the time Kurt's dad had had a heart attack clouded her mind, and she wondered if Blaine was doing the same. Hopefully he was holding up, it had been terrible seeing Kurt fall apart two years ago – she didn't even want to think about what would happen if his parents didn't wake up.
Shoveling her scrambled eggs into her mouth, she didn't notice Santana coming up behind her. When a hand touched her lightly at the shoulder, Rachel jumped, her fork clattering onto the plate.
Swirling around, she realized it wasn't someone who had broken in but her pretentious roommate. "God, can't you say something instead of sneaking up on me like that?" she exclaimed, irritated.
"Sorry hobbit, didn't realize you'd gone deaf. I mean, it's not like I made an effort to be quiet. Thinking about something?" She turned her head.
Rachel nodded slowly. "Yeah… I can't stop worrying about Kurt and Blaine. What if Blaine's parents don't make it? And Kurt… he's got to be there for Blaine all on his own. I wish there was something I could do."
Santana's expression softened and she sat down beside her friend. "Hey, listen to me. They will be okay. All… four of them, or however many there are at the moment. It will turn out all right; it always does with these two. And I guarantee you, when Kurt gets back, he will have happy news", she smirked.
The other girl grinned and moved over to give her roommate a hug. "Thank you, Santana. You're a great friend when you want to be, you know?"
She could hear a huff. "Don't get used to it, Berry."
Rachel just smiled and decided to ignore the comment. She believed in what Santana said – everything would turn out all right.