AN: Sorry for the late chapter! I actually just finished season four of Glee because I just got a Hulu account a few days ago. So now that I'm caught up, I have more information I can possibly apply to this story in the future. Anyway, that poll is still up and I can't promise an immediate chapter again. I love you guys, and this is in celebration of OVER 1,400 views! Thank you so much! And here's the next chapter~

Chapter Nine: Hospital

Kurt's Perspective

I almost dropped the phone at the sound of the woman's voice. I took in a deep breath and tried my best to be calm as I spoke, "Is he open for visitors?"

"Yes, feel free to pay him a visit at any time. Thank you Mr. Hummel."

"Thank you." I managed to say quietly before ending the call and collapsing into my bed, finally letting the tears fall. My father walked in and rattled his keys in his hand.

"Let's go, kiddo." he said solemnly. I gave him a quick nod in agreement and roughly wiped the tears off my face. Puck and Finn had their brows furrowed as they descended the stairs with Burt and myself.

"I should've kept an eye on Blaine." Finn muttered to himself disapprovingly.

"It's not your fault." Puck said softly, clasping Finn's shoulder comfortingly.

There were no more words said in the car ride to the hospital. Hospitals weren't exactly the most comforting places for me to be, considering it was mainly filled with sickness and death. It all just reminded of my mother. I missed her so much, and being back in this kind of place, wasn't all that comforting. Finn seemed to understand how tense I was and he offered me a quick hug, which I accepted. "It's alright lil' bro, he'll be fine. You'll be alright, everything will be okay." He assured me. I nodded into his chest slightly, still not completely convinced.

I needed to let my emotions of my mother to get out before I went to see Blaine. I turned to my father and whispered something in his ear, he nodded and let me go. I left the boys and walked around the outside grounds of the hospital. I needed these feelings to be free, and singing was the only way. I had a song, maybe not the best, but one that reminded me of her. So with a deep breath, I began to sing.

"I don't know why I'm frightened,

I know my way around here.

The cardboard trees,

The painted seas, the sound here.
Yes, a world to rediscover,

But I'm not in any hurry,

And I need a moment."

I walked around the courtyard, holding back the tears from the memories. But I stayed strong, and continued the song.

"The whispered conversations,

In overcrowded hallways.

The atmosphere,

As thrilling here, as always.
Feel the early morning madness,

Feel the magic in the making,

Why, everything's as if we never said goodbye."

At that line, I choked up, and the tears began to fall. No. This is for Mom. Finish this song! I took another deep breath and sang on.

"I've spent so many mornings,

Just trying to resist you.

I'm trembling now,

You can't know how,

I've missed you.
Missed the fairy tale adventure,

In this ever spinning playground.

We were young together."

The memories of my mother's smiling face filled my thoughts. She was so beautiful and carefree. God, did I miss her. I miss playing at playgrounds with her when I was little. I missed the very smell of her perfume, just everything about her.

"I'm coming out of make-up,

The lights already burning.

Not long until,

The cameras will,

Start turning.

And the early morning madness,

And the magic in the making.

Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye."

Just being here, at this very hospital, reminded me so much about her. It reminded me of her being in treatment, and how everything slowly went downhill. Sometimes I wish I never had to say goodbye, but being here also made me feel like we were reconnected somehow.

"I don't want to be alone,

That's all in the past.

This world's waited long enough,"

All I needed was some confidence boost, so I could see Blaine and not completely break-down in tears like I was right now.

"I've come home at last!
And this time will be bigger!

And brighter than we knew it!

So watch me fly!

We all know I,

Can do it!"

I shouted the words with pride, masking my fear with a new encouragement.

"Could I stop my hands from shaking?

Has there ever been a moment,

With so much to, live for?"

Yes, there has been. There were so many moments I would never give up. Now they mostly consisted of Blaine, this precious new friend in my life. I was nowhere near being close to let him go.

"The whispered conversations,

In overcrowded hallways.

So much to say,

Not just today,

But always!
We'll have early morning madness!

We'll have magic in the making!

Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye!"

I paused for a moment, taking another deep breath before finishing the song.

"Yes, everything's as if we never said goodbye!

We taught the world a new way to dream!"

I sighed at the end, proud of myself for being so bold. For the first time in my life, I found myself ready to go back in that hospital. My friends have gotten broken arms and such before, and some would go visit, but I've never been able to do that. But now, I could. I could finally walk in those doors and embrace a new beginning, along with a new form of hope for Blaine. I walked back to the entrance doors and went to the front desk.

"Hello, are you here to see someone?" the lady behind the desk asked softly.

I nodded and responded as calmly as I could manage, "Blaine Anderson."

She tapped away at her laptop and she asked professionally, "And what's your name?"

"Kurt Hummel, a friend." I confirmed.

The woman typed again then turned to me. "He's only unconscious and we're not sure of when he'll wake up, but you're free to visit his room: 628."

I thanked her and walked to the elevator in the center of the room. I walked in as someone was exiting and I pressed the 6th floor button as the doors closed. I fidgeted as I waited to get to his floor. After a minute or two, I finally arrived and I directed myself to the 28th room to be with my new friend.

Eventually, I found his door. I stood outside of it, clenching my fists and telling myself to be calm. It didn't take too long before I took enough courage to turn the doorknob and enter Blaine's room. There he was, as peaceful as he was when I woke up right next to him the day before. But the small smile he usually maintained on his face was gone, his expression was purely blank, and it broke my heart. He was such an expressive person, and to see nothing there to show his livelihood, it hurt me to see him without it. I felt almost as if I've known Blaine for years, not just a few days. We understood each other at a level no one else could.

I crossed the room to sit next to him. His hand was laid exposed on top of the sheets he was tucked under. I leaned over and held it in mine. I smiled up at him weakly, holding myself together as I rubbed my thumb over his hand. "Hey Blaine, it's Kurt." I nearly whispered. "I- I'm sorry for anything I did last night. I was an idiot, I probably ruined our friendship. I care about you so much, Blaine. You don't deserve this, you really don't. And… and I miss you." I choked out as the tears caught up with me.

"And I can't lose you. You are the first person to make me this happy since my mother… passed away. Please, stay with me." I said weakly as I clutched his hand in mine. It hurt so much more that his expression wouldn't budge, or his hand wouldn't link his fingers into mine. There were no signs of him still being in there, except the slight raise of his chest as he inhaled and the faint beep of the monitor watching his heart rate.

I sighed and decided to talk about everything positive we went through even though it wasn't much. I chuckled lightly at the memories of the mall. "Remember going to the mall? I threw a pile of clothes at you and you made the best of being a true model." I smiled lightly, and continued, "And then you made me wear awful outfits. That was probably both the most frustrating and fun time that I've ever had, to be honest." I laughed lightly. Then the door creaked open and I looked up instantly, as well as dropping his hand.

"You must be Kurt." The small woman said, she wore a black pencil skirt and a white ruffled blouse.

"Yes, and who might you be?" I asked curiously.

She raised a perfectly waxed black eyebrow and informed me, "I'm Blaine's mother."

Oh. She did give off a natural beauty, like Blaine. He had her hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. I gave her a small smile and nodded, then began to walk towards her. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Anderson." I spoke kindly, extending my hand for her to shake.

She looked at my hand in disapproval and I dropped it at my side. Blaine's mom glanced me over, and I froze under her judgmental gaze. "I hope you realize this is your fault." She practically spat out. My eyes widened at her remark and I took a step back in fear.

"How is it my fault?" I whimpered.

"Minus the fact that my son has been gone from home for two nights, and the last text I got from him was 'Spending the night at Kurt's.' would probably have a big thing to do with it." She hissed in return.

I gulped and said, "He was at his Glee Club's going-away party that they threw for him last night. He must've drove home really early in the morning, I wasn't with him, I should've been there… I'm so stupid." I rambled as my walls came crashing down and the tears began to fall from my eyes, yet again.

She laughed harshly, "He's in Glee Club? I doubt he can even sing. Sorry for blaming you, Blaine just never tells me anything, obviously."

I looked at her with my brows furrowed. "He's never sang around you guys before?" I questioned completely stunned.

She shook her head while saying, "Nope. He probably doesn't want to embarrass himself more than he already has."

"What do you mean?" I insisted.

"He claims that he's apparently gay. Isn't that ridiculous?" she said while she rolled her eyes.

I froze as I stared at her. No wonder Blaine has been so broken. It's not just at school, it's going on at home too. "I don't think that's ridiculous at all." I reiterated boldly.

Blaine's mom huffed and asked, "And why would that be?"

"Because maybe I'm gay too. And before you even ask, no, we're not boyfriends." I spoke with a dash of hatred firing at her.

"Well by the pitch of your voice and whatever the hell you're wearing, I should've known." She returned sassily.

I smirked at her while rolling my eyes. "I've heard worse, and I'll have you know that Blaine is actually an amazing singer." I spoke with pride.

She just laughed and turned on her five-inch heels. "Blaine isn't good at anything." She concluded then promptly left the room.

I furrowed my brows in anger, extremely wanting to throw something. "What a bitch!" I almost yelled in fury. I stomped to my seat next Blaine and gingerly laced my fingers with his. I sighed, letting my inner-rage subside as I held on to Blaine. I was there, talking to him comfortingly for another hour. I sighed, deciding I should probably go find my father, who was waiting for me. But as I began to let go of Blaine's hand, he gripped it tighter.

Startled, I leant in closer to him, talking to him sweetly and his eyes fluttered open. He seemed dazed and extremely confused at first, then he looked at me. His eyes softened for a moment and a small smile danced onto his lips. I smiled back, and sighed with relief. "God, Blaine, I've been so worried. Do you remember what happened?" I asked gingerly.

Blaine furrowed his brows while rubbing his thumb over my hand softly in thought. Then a frown replaced his smile and he loosened his hold on my hand. "Yeah, shouldn't have been driving so late…" he murmured and looked down at our linked hands.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry."

That took him by surprise, and he replied with, "Why are you?"

"For drinking, for being an idiot, for not being there for you when I should have been. For everything." I whimpered in defeat, gazing at the floor in shame.

"Hey," he called out to get my attention, so I looked him in the eyes, "It's alright. You probably don't remember all of what happened, you were pretty smashed," he spoke with a slight chuckle in his voice before continuing, "but you're still my best friend." He finalized as he squeezed my hand in reassurance.

I sighed and decided it would be best to get everything out now than wait it out. "Did I pressure you?" I spoke shakily.

Blaine froze momentarily before replying awkwardly, "We, um, we kissed a lot. Then things started to get, well, too much. I handled it. You were decently caring about the situation, even being as drunk as you were…"

I blushed heavily at his words and ducked my head down. "Wait…" I spoke softly at my realization. "You weren't drunk though… so does that mean…?" Blaine bit his lip and directed his eyes elsewhere, trying to keep his focus away from me. I smiled and rubbed my thumb over his hand softly before piping up, "Blaine."

Reluctantly, he looked at me with obvious fear swirling in his eyes. "Yeah?" he spoke softly.

"I hope you know that I'm just disappointed in myself." I informed him.

Blaine furrowed his eye brows and gazed at me questioningly. "What?" he asked.

"That our first kiss was me being drunk. That's pretty low of me." I groaned. That statement initiated a light-hearted chuckle to emit from Blaine, and I smiled up at him. "But in all seriousness, I was hoping it would be a bit more, well, emotional…" I admitted. What are you doing, Kurt? Are you seriously about to ask this guy out when you've known him for just a few days? Possibly.

My best friend blushed at my statement and I smiled at my success. "So, what are you saying?" Blaine pressed on curiously.

Yeah, what are you saying, Kurt? At this point, I was winging it, "Well, I guess what I'm saying is that I wouldn't mind us being… well… together." I blushed deeply and looked at the ground in embarrassment, once more before Blaine laughed.

I looked back up at him and frowned. Why was he laughing? "What?" I said, slightly hurt.

"I'm sorta stuck here, and I wanted to kiss you. Get over here." He spoke playfully and I smiled widely.

I didn't waste much time, unlinking our hands so I could lean over his bed. But, of course, just before our lips met, the door opened. Blaine's eyes widened and I sighed as I returned back to my seat. A man walked into the room with a genuine smile on his face. "Hello, Mr. Anderson, I'm Dr. Smith, glad to see you up so soon." He chirped, "I'll give you a few tests to make sure the damage isn't severe and you'll be released." Then He then turned to me with a frown, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I nodded solemnly and gave a quick, caring glance to Blaine, who returned it with a sweet smile. I left his room, picking up my phone to call my dad to find out where he was. It's time to go home.