As the hour was getting late, even the hospital had grown quieter. As I sat beside Kurt's bedside, I was thankful that he was now sleeping peacefully. Though he hadn't been feeling good all week, Kurt had continued to push himself to go to work and his classes. Insistence that he rest from both Rachel and I had fallen on death ears as Kurt refused to listen to us. When his father had called to update him on his treatment, Kurt had thrown himself into reading everything he could about it along with the alternatives, determined to be assured his father was receiving the best possible care. When he had shown up at the Adam's Apples rehearsal this afternoon I had considered refusing to let him participate despite the battle of wills it would have created. In hind sight, I wish I had followed my gut's instinct.
But I hadn't, and halfway through rehearsal Kurt had fainted. The one good thing that had resulted in that occurrence was that Kurt had finally let me take him to the Emergency Room, where he had been diagnosed with strep throat and severe dehydration, prompting his admittance to the hospital.
Though he was sleeping peacefully, I still didn't want to leave his side. Hearing footsteps though, I looked up to see the nurse standing in the doorway. I knew what she was going to say even before she spoke.
"I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over. I need to ask you to leave."
I nodded my consent, getting to my feet. Leaning over, I pressed my lips to Kurt's feverish forehead as a brushed my fingertips through his hair.
"Blaine," I heard him murmur in his sleep, though he didn't wake up.
Despite Kurt's insistence that he wanted to be over his ex-boyfriend, that one word revealed to me the truth that I had been trying to deny - Kurt wasn't over him. Deep down I had known the truth as I could see the heartache in his eyes anytime Blaine was brought up. As much as I cared about Kurt, it was clear that I couldn't compete with this guy that I only knew through stories told by others. I knew what I had to do though.
Reaching into the drawer where Kurt's cell phone rested, I took the device out. Opening his contact list, I quickly found Blaine's number and added it to my own phone. I had a phone call to make on the way home. Not only did I plan on making sure that Blaine knew Kurt was sick, as Kurt had only called his father earlier at my insistence, but I planned on making sure that Blaine knew that Kurt still cared and not to give up. The main thing I wanted was for Kurt to be happy and if I couldn't do that I planned on making sure he got back together with the person who could.