AN: So this would be a future fic. Would take place when both Blaine and Kurt are in New York and they're still together. Inspired by lyrics from "Paradise Lost" by Steps.
I wished the incessant beeping would stop. While I knew it would necessary, and that it's presence meant that Kurt was still in fact alive, it was driving me crazy in the otherwise quiet room. For once I'd rather be listening to one of Kurt's monologue's on the latest fashion trends.
Looking at my stepbrother lying in the hospital bed, he looked lost among all the tubes and wires that were hooked up to him. His hand was chilly and limp in between mine as I grasped it. His normally pale complexion seemed even whiter in the spots that weren't coved with bruises. Kurt's still form had never looked so small to me, not even when he had been on the football team our sophomore year.
Our sophomore year - man we had come a long way since then. Back then, I had been part of the crowd that had teased him. Had pushed him aside because he was different. He wasn't a jock or part of the 'cool' crowd. Even when I had started to get to know him, and started seeing how great a person he was, I still had been embarrassed to admit that. It had taken someone threatening to kill him to see just how important he had become to me. Not long after that I had promised to have his back no matter what.
"I'm sorry I let you down, Kurt," I said, choking back the tears threatening to fall.
I knew my world would be empty if I lost him. As much as he drove me batty at times, he was still one of the most important people in my life. One of the few that supported me no matter what. Kurt, in turn, made me want to hug him, hit him, laugh at him or with him, would cheer me on or storm out of a room angry with me but when it mattered he was always in my corner. Now, because of some stupid hate crime, I might lose all of that.
And then there is Blaine, lying in another room not far away, who the doctor's say will make. If he loses Kurt, he won't ever be the same.
"Fight, Kurt. You can't leave us," I tell him, squeezing his hand a little tighter.
Kurt stirs slightly, a moan escaping his lips and then is still again. It's the first sign of life I have seen in him since arriving at the hospital. It isn't much but I'll take what I can get.