AN: Thank you so much for the reviews and favorites and follow! Made my life really, also thanks for birthday wishes. I'm glad you guys like the chapter. This one made me cry a bit writing it, I'm sorry about that. I think you'll enjoy it though :)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kurt was anxiously sitting in his seat on the plane, he had gotten so lucky with catching this flight, of course it wasn't straight to the City, but to Washington and it had an hour layover. But it had been the only flight out that wasn't three hours later, and he'd already talked his dad into driving him to the airport. That had been hard for Kurt; he'd had to lie to his dad, but only partially.
…
Kurt burst into his father's bedroom as soon as he'd checked flight times, he was just about to book it, and then he realized he didn't have a ride.
"Dad I need you to take me to the airport now!" He'd shouted at him and then left the room. He ran back into his bedroom and started throwing clothes into his suitcase, and his charger and laptop and anything else, and zipped it up. He brought it downstairs and sat it by the door then put on the shoes he'd been wearing golfing. He saw his dad coming down the stairs out of the corner of his eye and paused. His dad had stopped and just stared at him for a moment, and Kurt panicked because what if he wouldn't drive him?
"Dad, please." He said, his voice having gone shrill from the panic he felt.
"Kurt, tell me what's going on, it's ten at night, how are you even getting a flight?" His dad asked calmly.
"I can explain in the car, and I've already taken care of the flight, if we hurry I can catch the flight at midnight, well a little after. I can call them from the car."
"Kurt, I'm not leaving until you explain at least some of it." Burt said, standing his ground.
Kurt looked at him, he was standing in the hallway with his arm crossed watching Kurt trying to put shoes on. Kurt took a deep breath and then let it out. He didn't want to say it, it'd be true then, it'd have actually happened, and Kurt didn't want that. But he carried on, because Blaine needed him now. "Blaine's been shot."
Burt's face didn't change. "I'm serious."
Kurt dropped his foot then, staring at his dad, he had tears in his eyes that he'd been holding back since he'd spoke to Nick. "I am. So please can we go?"
Burt seemed to realize he was, because he turned around and started up the stairs. "Let me tell Carol, and we'll go."
"Thank you." Kurt had said quietly, finishing with his shoes, he turned and picked up the suitcase and brought it out to the car. His dad came out in just under a minute, and they both got in and Burt pulled out quickly. Burt didn't say anything until they had gotten onto the highway, then he asked what Kurt had been dreading.
"How? I thought you said he wasn't an agent like the ones on TV, that it was all desk work."
Kurt nodded, realizing then that he actually had the perfect excuse, but he'd have to lie, which he hated doing. "That's true; I don't know all the details of course, his friend called me. Blaine was delivering some equipment to the agents and then they'd been hit. I'm not sure if anyone else was shot, I didn't really wait to find out."
Kurt couldn't look at his dad while he said that, not because he'd crack, but because he felt so guilty. It was Blaine's life though, and while his dad probably wouldn't turn him in, maybe, Kurt couldn't actually be sure; he didn't want to risk it.
"Okay, do you want to call the airport now?"
"Yeah, I'll do that."
And that was pretty much it for conversation, Burt didn't ask much, maybe he realized Kurt couldn't talk right now, he didn't know. They parted at the entrance, Burt giving him a hug and saying to call when he found out anything, Kurt held tightly for a moment and then left.
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Kurt buckled his seatbelt; the flight was landing, finally. It'd been a short enough flight, just over an hour, but he had the layover still. The landing went smoothly and Kurt got up as soon as the light turned on to take off his seatbelt, and walked down the aisle. He didn't know why he was even in a hurry, it's not like the plane was leaving soon, but he couldn't help it. He didn't have to worry about his suitcase because it'd just be taken over to the other plane, so he went to get a coffee and maybe something to read.
He considered calling Nick and asking how Blaine was, but he was scared to, what if he'd gotten worse? He also didn't think he could stomach calling Blaine's phone and not being able to just talk to him. He wished he could talk to someone about this, like Santana, but he couldn't because she was dating Dani. He felt like he couldn't talk to anyone, and that was mostly true, he knew that though when Blaine had told him everything, but fuck he hadn't thought he'd be in a crisis this soon!
Kurt spent the hour layover between trying to read the magazine he'd gotten in the gift shop, looking at his phone, and pacing back and forth to the restroom. As soon as it was announced they were boarding, Kurt was impatiently waiting in line. He felt even more anxious sitting on this flight, because when they landed he'd be in New York, close to Blaine, close to a Blaine that was severely hurt.
He spent the flight nervously twitching in his seat, the man next time kept glancing at him, so Kurt apologized, but he had just shrugged and turned back to the book he was reading. Kurt tried to think about what he'd do once he landed, whether he should take a cab or get the subway. Actually that was stupid of course he should take the subway, traffic would be hell. Then again it was going to be four in the morning when he landed.
When the seatbelt sign dinged, Kurt jumped, but put on his seatbelt. Again the landing went smoothly and as soon as the sign was off, Kurt was out of his seat and down the aisle. He hurriedly went to baggage claim, impatiently waiting for his bag, as soon as he saw it he grabbed it and left.
Outside there was a line of cabs, Kurt decided he might as well take one, since there was only two people waiting in line. While waiting in the line, Kurt sent a text to his father, letting him know he had landed, and that he'd call when he knew more. When it was his turn, Kurt got in the cab, keeping his suitcase with him to save time. The driver asked where to, and Kurt blanked not remembering Blaine's address. "Just head towards West Village, I need to make a call for the right address."
"Sure thing."
He made the call to Blaine's phone and Nick answered, he spoke briefly, telling him to just give him Blaine's address, but that's it. He hung up quickly and gave the driver the address. Traffic wasn't too bad, but the distance was still a good ways. He was finally in front of Blaine's door at 4:52 am, he knocked on the door and Nick answered.
Kurt just pushed past him, leaving his suitcase outside, not even caring about anything else. He didn't pay attention to anything but asking where Blaine was. Nick said upstairs, and that's where he went. Kurt didn't think about anything else, just getting up the stairs, and to Blaine.
Kurt stopped at the top of the stairs, he could see Blaine from there, and he looked pale, he was hooked up to an IV, and there was an empty bag of what he assumed was blood hanging from the IV stand. Kurt's heart clinched, thinking about him having needed blood, he walked over to stand by the edge of the bed, just looking at him. He looked like, well he looked terrible honestly, his hair a mess, his whole body was pale, and his arm. It was wrapped up in bandage, there was a red stain on it, and so it probably needed to be changed soon.
Kurt took a deep breath, and walked over to the other side of the bed, the one that didn't have his hurt arm on it. He sat down gently, and laid down beside him, trying not to put any pressure on him but needing to be close. He closed his eyes and just breathed him in, honestly he didn't even smell like Blaine, it was blood and dirt and antiseptic. It made him feel better though, seeing him, he wanted to hear his voice though.
Kurt laid there for about thirty minutes before he decided he needed to find out more, he knew Blaine was alive and recovering now. He could know the facts without panicking now, so he went downstairs.
There were a lot of people there, well not really, but Kurt had been expecting just Nick, but maybe that was a good thing. Because now that he'd been able to see that Blaine was okay, he felt his anger towards Nick grow. When he had reached the bottom of the stairs everyone was looking at him, there were three men and one woman, and one of them was Nick, and the other Puck….wait, Puck?
"Puck?"
"Kurt, you're Blaine's boyfriend?" He asked, sounding shocked.
"Yes, how do you know him?" Kurt asked, so confused, he hadn't seen Puck in years, and didn't even know he lived here of all places.
"The job." Puck stated simply, and then he smirked and turned to Nick. "You are so fucking dead dude."
Nick whimpered, but Kurt ignored that for now, he wanted to know the details.
"Can someone please tell me what happened? I'd prefer it if it wasn't Nick."
"Yeah." One of the men said. "I'm Wes; by the way, I went to school with Blaine."
Kurt nodded. "Yes he's mentioned you before."
"Well basically, and I'm not sugar-coating this for you, Blaine was shot in the arm, one of the arteries in his arm had been punctured, and he almost died. Luckily Puck was smart enough to put pressure on it, and keep him from bleeding out. There is an exit wound, which is good, it's less damage, he still has parts of the bullet in his arm, but really that's not a big deal, lots of people who are shot live with shrapnel without problems. The doctor that was here removed most of it, and gave him twenty one stitches in total. We had to give him blood, but I knew all his information, so that wasn't a problem."
Kurt had paled with each word Wes had said, that was a lot of information, a lot of painful information. "He'll be okay though?" He asked weakly.
Wes nodded. "Yeah, I had the doctor give him a sedative around eleven; it wasn't a strong one, so he should be waking up within the next hour or so."
Kurt nodded, glad for that, because he didn't know how long he could take Blaine just lying there. Kurt glanced around the room; he glossed over Nick, not wanting to start anything right now. "I'm sorry, but what's your name?" Kurt asked the only women in the room.
"What, Blaine hasn't mentioned me yet?" She asked.
"Maybe, I won't know until you tell me your name, though if you're involved in this he might not have. For safety reasons." Kurt said, he was tired and he really didn't want to argue with someone for no reason.
"Lauren."
He nodded. "Okay, he hasn't mentioned you by the way. I'm glad you were there to help, and Puck thank you both."
Lauren just nodded; she was obviously tired, but trying not to show it.
Nick started to say something. "Hey I helped-."
Kurt shot him a threatening look and he shut up. "Don't you dare." Kurt started advancing on him, making Nick back into the wall. "You are the sole reason this even happened! Did you actually help or did you just watch?"
Nick stuttered out an answer. "I was the first to notice the bleeding."
"And what did you do to stop it?" Kurt asked, glaring at him.
Nick couldn't say anything else; he looked over at Wes pleadingly.
"That's all you did isn't it, just noticed it, god forbid you actually help him or something. Blaine is way too kind hearted for you to even be here."
"Hey, you can't kick me out, only Blaine can, and he's passed out." Nick said stupidly.
And then Kurt hit him, straight in the eye, the one that wasn't already blackened from Thursday. Puck rushed over to pull him back, just in case he tried to do it again. "You, just, I can't believe you! I'm going back to Blaine." Kurt said, frustrated beyond anything with Nick's stupidity.
Puck let him go, and Kurt left the room, it was completely silent, Lauren just kind of staring at Nick, who had crumpled onto the floor and was clutching his eye. Wes just sat back down on the couch, not saying a word. And Puck went back to lie down in the chair.
…..
Kurt was lying down on the bed with Blaine when he woke up. It was a slow process, first Blaine moved his hand and then tried to move the rest of his body, but groaned when he pulled his arm. Kurt had been half asleep when he heard him, and sat up quickly.
"Blaine, baby don't move, you're hurt." Kurt whispered softly not wanting to startle Blaine.
"Kurt." Blaine gasped out, his voice rough.
"Yeah, baby, do you need a drink?"
Blaine nodded, so Kurt got off the bed and went downstairs, he hadn't thought to grab something before. He looked into the living room, Lauren, Puck and Nick were sleeping, but Wes was still awake, though barely. Kurt considered not telling him, he wanted time with Blaine himself. But Wes had basically been the one to save him, so that would be really unfair.
"Hey, he's just woken up; I'm getting him water." Kurt whispered, just loud enough for Wes to hear.
He sat up quickly, and then stood up. "Do you mind if I go up?"
Kurt smiled. "No, of course not, go."
Wes smiled in kind and then went up the stairs, Kurt proceeded to look for the glasses, and finally found them. He filled the glass with water and then brought it upstairs. When he got there Wes was standing near the bed, but not saying anything, and Kurt couldn't tell if Blaine even noticed he was there. He walked around to the other side and sat down.
"Blaine, do you want to sit up a little, to get a drink?"
Blaine blinked slowly, still probably feeling the effects of the sedatives, but he nodded. He tried to move himself, but he groaned loudly in pain.
"Baby, don't move, please." Kurt said hurting because Blaine was and he didn't know how to fix it. "Wes, could you help me?"
Blaine looked over, only now noticing Wes. When Wes nodded they both placed their arms around Blaine, one under his middle and one under the armpit, Wes had to be more careful on his side. They slowly lifted him and dragged him upwards to lean against the headboard. Kurt put a pillow behind his back, and then turned to Wes, thinking of something. "Is he supposed to keep the arm elevated?"
"I'm not actually sure, let me google it."
Kurt laughed a little, but nodded in agreement, google was nice. "Okay, and here Blaine, drink." Kurt lifted the glass to Blaine's mouth and tilted it so he could drink easier. Blaine didn't complain about being able to do it himself, which Kurt was grateful for.
"Okay, so right after it happens you are supposed to keep it elevated, and I think we should now. Dr. Chin gave me a sling for him, so that's probably a good idea." Wes spoke up, gaining both of their attentions.
"Okay, I'll find something." Kurt said and got off the bed, going to look in the closet for something. He could hear Blaine talking to Wes, and listened in.
"Who's Dr. Chin? And why am I not in a hospital right now?"
"She's a doctor I kept in touch with in case something like this happened. You could have probably gone to the hospital, but I don't think anyone would have been able to come up with a reliable story at least not at that time."
"Oh." Blaine said, then after a moment of silence, asked. "Where's Kurt?"
Kurt smiled to himself, and then came out of the closet with a couple of pillows that he sat on Blaine's hurt side. He positioned the arm onto the pillow, and then checked if Blaine was comfortable. "This okay?"
Blaine nodded, and then he smiled. "You're here."
"Of course I'm here, where else would I be?"
"What day is it?" Blaine asked frowning slightly in concentration.
"Sunday morning."
"What about your family? How'd you get here so fast?"
Kurt looked at him softly. "Blaine you getting hurt is more important, they understood after I explained. Also I took a plane."
Blaine smiled. "Yeah that'd be fast I suppose. How'd I get hurt?"
Kurt frowned and looked up at Wes. "Is he on painkillers?"
Wes rolled his eyes. "Of course he's on painkillers, he was shot."
"Oh, well I was just checking." Kurt said, and then went back to Blaine; he petted his hair and leaned in to give him a short kiss. He'd been wanting to do that for ages, but not when Blaine was unconscious, because it would have been too painful. Blaine kissed him back gently and then Kurt pulled away, not wanting to overexert him. Blaine was smiling at him serenely. "HI."
Kurt giggled. "Hi, how do you feel?"
Blaine pursed his lips. "Kind of numby, and like hungry for pudding."
Kurt smiled at him. "Okay, I can send Nick for some; he should do something for you." Kurt said wryly. "No pain though?"
Blaine shook his head. "Nope, can we have sex?"
"Fuck that, obviously he's okay, so I'm leaving. Bye Blaine." Wes groaned.
Blaine turned to him. "Oh Wes, Hi! When'd you get here?"
Wes frowned at him but shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I need to go now."
"Oh, okay, bye then."
Kurt smiled watching him leave for a second and then turned back to Blaine again. "You know we can't have sex Blaine, you've been shot."
Blaine frowned. "Oh, where?" He asked looking down at himself.
Kurt pointed to his arm. "What you think I put all that on you for fun?" Kurt said, even though he wasn't the one to put it on, Blaine didn't know that, and it'd be harder to explain to a Blaine that was a little high from pain killers.
"We could have been playing doctor." Blaine said, smirking.
Kurt laughed. "Blaine, you are kind of a sex addict, did you know that?"
"Yeah." He stated a little smug, then. "I missed you." Blaine said, his expression turning sad.
"Oh baby, I missed you too." Kurt said, cuddling up to Blaine as close as felt like he could without hurting him. Blaine used his right arm to squeeze him, and Kurt smiled softly into Blaine's chest.
"I'm kind of tired." Blaine said his voice drowsy. "But I want to know what happened."
Kurt shifted his head some so he could look at Blaine. "I don't really know everything to be honest; you'd have to ask Puck or Lauren. Not Nick, I don't trust him."
"Okay, you're not going to kill him are you?" Blaine asked, though Kurt couldn't really tell if he was serious.
"It'd be nice if I could, but I'm sure he could be of some use, like a servant or something."
"Okay." Blaine mumbled, Kurt could barely hear him and when looked up he was already asleep. Kurt smiled and snuggled in, falling asleep himself.
…
Kurt was woken up by yelling downstairs, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, and then looked down at Blaine. He was waking up too. "Hi."
Blaine smiled sleepily. "Hi, what's that noise?"
There was more yelling, but they couldn't really understand what was being said, as it seemed like people kept trying to talk over the other. "I'll go check." Kurt said, and kissed Blaine's mouth and then got off the bed. He hadn't really paid attention before, but since it was so late that he'd spoken to Nick the night before he'd already been in sleep attire. He hadn't bothered to change either, so he was wearing sweats and a plain t-shirt, which he'd been wearing in public. He cringed at that thought.
Once downstairs, Kurt saw Nick and Puck arguing. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice rose over theirs.
They turned to him, Nick paling at the sight of him and Puck smiling. "He won't pay up." Puck said.
Kurt frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Well this whole thing is a job for me, I hadn't even known your boy before yesterday, and well I mean I knew him but not like this. Anyways the point is that Nick here is supposed to be paying me a grand for the work, and he ain't paying up."
Kurt looked at Nick then. "Why?"
"Well, he didn't do his job properly." Nick winced as he said it, knowing Kurt wasn't going to take his side, but still trying.
"Really?" Kurt raised his eyebrows. "How exactly did he not do his job?"
"Because Blaine was shot." Nick stated as if it were obvious, it really wasn't.
"Blaine getting shot was your fault, and yours alone, if he hadn't had been there because of you then it wouldn't have even happened. So no it's not because Puck failed, you did."
Puck crossed his arms and smirked at Nick.
"Fine. I'll go get the money now." Nick said grumpily, walking to the door.
"Wait." Kurt stopped him. "Pick Blaine up some pudding, and also you should pay him and Lauren."
"Pudding? And fine!" Nick left then.
"Thanks for that, I kind of forgot about even asking for money for this." Lauren said.
Kurt nodded smiling at her. "No problem, anything to make his life worse."
"You are a vindictive bastard, you know that?" Puck said, but he was smiling.
Kurt smirked. "Yeah, little bit. This is kind of weird though, you being here."
Puck shrugged. "I guess, I was gonna say its weirder for you, but now that I think about it, I can totally see you as a criminal master-mind."
Kurt chuckled. "You never know."
"Kurt!" Blaine yelled from upstairs.
And Kurt took off up the stairs, scared something was wrong. When he got up the stairs Blaine was clutching his arm and grimacing. "Kurt, I think something's wrong."
Kurt ran over to the bed and hovered not knowing what to do. "I, I don't know what to do." He said, not having a clue what to do. He started tearing up, because Blaine was in pain and he couldn't fix it.
"Here." Lauren said from behind him, he hadn't noticed her follow him. She had the tube that was connected to Blaine's IV. "Wes said if you're in pain to press this once, it has a thing on it, I don't know what he called it, but it's so you won't overdose."
Blaine sighed as the drug started working. "Okay, thanks."
"Yeah thank you." Kurt said, his voice trembling though, and tears still in his eyes. He sat down on the bed and gripped Blaine's hand squeezing as much as he dared.
"I'm sorry I should have told you earlier, but I figured Wes would have." Lauren said to Kurt, looking upset.
"It's alright, you were here at least."
Blaine's eyes were closing now, probably from the drugs. "I wanna lie down." Blaine mumbled.
Kurt nodded and then adjusted things so he could pull Blaine down, it was easier to manage than pulling him upwards had been. As he did that, Lauren was talking.
"Um, Nick said that Wes messaged him, saying that Dr. Chin would come over this evening to change his bandage, and the medicine."
Kurt nodded; he kept his eyes on Blaine though. "Okay, just I'm going to stay up here, okay?"
"Okay, do you want me to stay, I know you don't really know me, but I know you don't really like Nick right now, and Puck has been bitching about going home."
Kurt looked at her. "Do you want to? I mean I wouldn't mind the company, but if you want to go home to, I think I can refrain from murdering Nick."
Lauren smiled sadly. "Yeah, I do, I've known Blaine for a long time, and I just want to be here. You know?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, you can stay up here if you want, I don't mind."
"Okay." She said, and went back downstairs, but then came right back up carrying a chair. "I didn't feel like sitting on the floor."
Kurt smiled in answer, and then went back to his task of staring at Blaine, just in case something happened. He didn't want to miss anything, like before and Blaine be in pain. So he stared.
The silence carried on until Kurt's phone started vibrating in his pocket. He was going to ignore it, but it was his dad, so he answered. "Hello."
"Kurt, you never called everything okay?"
"Sorry dad, I just well I got sidetracked and then fell asleep." Kurt said feeling bad, because he had promised to call.
"It's okay, understandable, but he okay?"
Kurt sighed. "Yeah, mostly, I mean, I guess he almost died, dad, god, I." Kurt had to stop, saying it, telling his dad, made everything so real. Of course seeing Blaine made it real, but now, telling someone else, it was hard. He tried again. "He lost a lot of blood, and he has two holes, in his arm, dad, he has holes in his arm!" He was having trouble breathing, and there were tears that he just couldn't keep back anymore. "I'm sorry." He hiccupped.
"Kurt, calm down okay, just take a deep breath."
Kurt nodded, not thinking about his dad being on the phone and not seeing him.
"Kurt, breathe please." His dad said, a little desperately.
Kurt took a deep breath, but the tears just kept coming and he made the mistake of looking at Blaine, and he could see the blood from the bandage on his arm, and then he just broke down. He somehow kept the phone by his ear, but just kept crying, his face pressed into Blaine's stomach.
"Kurt, come on buddy, he's okay now." Burt said trying to calm him down.
Lauren was watching from her chair not knowing if she should interfere or not, but then Kurt dropped the phone and started hugging Blaine tightly. She got worried he'd hurt Blaine, so she got up to pull him off. "Kurt come on, you have to let him go."
"No, no, no, no, no, Blaine." He kept saying over and over till it was nothing but a whine. She got him off of Blaine, but let him hold his hand. She tried hugging him, even though she felt a little awkward not knowing him, she couldn't just sit there and watch.
"Kurt!" She heard coming from the phone, so she picked it up.
"Um hello."
"Who is this?"
"My name is Lauren; I'm a friend of Blaine's. Kurt's, well I don't think he can talk right now."
Burt sighed through the phone. "Okay, this is Kurt's dad by the way, is Blaine alright though?"
"He is, he was in a lot of pain earlier though, because he hadn't known to press the button for the morphine. Kurt was a little freaked out by that." She told him.
"Okay, well just have Kurt call me when he can, how is he, I can't hear him anymore."
Lauren looked down at him, he was still crying but it wasn't the sobs of before, but he still had Blaine's hand in a death grip. "He's not okay, honestly. But I'll be here for him."
"Thank you, I appreciate it, and it's probably a little weird for you, since you aren't his friend but Blaine's"
"A little, but Kurt's nice."
Burt laughed. "He can be, but he's Kurt."
Lauren frowned to herself. "Okay..."
"That sounded weird, but you'll understand once you know him better, if you do I mean."
"Okay."
"Well I'll let you go, and thank you for talking to me."
"You're welcome." She said and hung up. She watched Kurt then, her heart clinching in sympathy. It hurt to see Blaine like this, but she knew it had to be worse for Kurt. She rubbed his back, until he fell asleep, obviously still exhausted from the stress of crying and worry over Blaine.
She watched them for close to an hour, but got hungry and went downstairs to find something to eat. They'd be okay for a few minutes. Nick was in the living room when she got downstairs, Puck was gone.
"Where'd Puck go?" She asked confused.
"Oh he left after I gave him the money, he went up to tell you, but then said you were on the phone."
She nodded and went to the kitchen, there wasn't much in the fridge, but the pizza left over from yesterday, well one piece. She shrugged and ate it; it'd be alright for now.
"Hey, why don't you order some food?"
Nick looked up, and frowned at her. "Why can't you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Because I'm watching Blaine."
"You can't use a phone at the same time, and you're not watching him now." Nick said petulantly.
"If I order, then I'm getting food for-"
"Lauren!"
She looked up at the ceiling in confusion, then it clicked and she ran upstairs.
Kurt was now standing by the bed, and Blaine was seizing. "What do I do? I don't know what to do!" He was panicking.
"Um, I don't know! Wes didn't say, fuck." She said, just as panicked as Kurt.
"Fuck, okay." Kurt picked up his phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My boyfriend, I think he's having a seizure, I don't know what to do."
"What position is he in right now?" The operator asked calmly.
"He's lying on the bed, on his back."
"Okay, turn him onto his side, is he breathing properly?"
"Yes, I think so, maybe, I don't know!"
"Okay, do you know how to check his pulse?"
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
"Do that, what's your address, I can send an ambulance."
"No, please, just tell me what to do."
"Sir, he'll need a doctor to determine the problem."
Kurt looked at Lauren, not knowing what to do. Blaine had stopped seizing though, so he just hung up. "I hung up, I didn't, we need to call Wes for that doctor, and they said he should go to a hospital."
Lauren nodded and went downstairs to tell Nick, but he was already on the stairs.
"I'm calling."
Kurt's phone rang, he didn't answer though, since it was an unknown number. "Why the fuck does this shit keep happening, I can't handle this!" Kurt shouted hysterical from everything that was happening.
"Kurt you have to calm down."
"Calm down!? You want me to calm down, my boyfriend just had a seizure, and he has a fucking hole in his arm from a bullet, and I'm supposed to be calm right now?"
"Okay, I understand that, but just freaking out isn't going to help." She said trying to be calm herself.
"I know that, okay? I get it, but fuck this he's hurting, I hate it, and I just need it to stop." He started crying heavily again, everything felt like it was just crushing him. He didn't know what to do, how to help or anything. He felt useless.
"Wes is coming over, and he said he'll bring Dr. Chin." Nick told them, staying on the staircase.
Kurt barely acknowledged that, but he still nodded slightly. "Why'd you leave?"
Lauren looked at him. "I'm sorry."
"No I shouldn't have asked that, you can leave, it's not like you left the apartment, I just, can't do this by myself."
Lauren nodded and went over to him. "Do you have anyone you can trust?"
Kurt frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Like, you have me okay, but you don't know me, but you have friends, I assume. One that maybe you could call and they wouldn't rat Blaine out?"
"Oh, yeah." Kurt said, thinking of Santana. "Let me call her."
Kurt picked his phone off the floor, where it landed earlier, and dialed Santana's number, she answered quickly.
"So, I've been waiting for you to call, something's up, because your dad called saying Blaine was shot at work. But Dani hasn't said anything about that, I didn't ask her though, but I'm assuming you lied to him, what's going on?"
"Fuck I didn't even think he'd call you. Okay, can I trust you, like over Dani? I know you guys are dating, but I need to talk to you and trust that you won't tell her."
Santana didn't say anything for a moment, but then answered. "Kurt, of course, I'm assuming it's not really you though, but Blaine."
"Yeah."
"Did he really get shot?"
"Yes."
"He's not like dying, is he?"
Kurt took a breath and then stammered out. "No, I mean, I don't think so, just can you come to his apartment?"
"Fuck, yeah of course. Just text me the address and I'll be there."
"Okay, thank you." Kurt sent the address to her, and then sat down on the bed again, on the right side this time, so he wouldn't inadvertently hurt Blaine. "How much longer till Wes gets here?"
Lauren looked over at Nick. "Should I call again, its only been like twelve minutes." He said looking at his phone.
Kurt shook his head, he didn't move for the next twenty or so minutes. Lauren moved around him, checking on things Kurt guessed, but he didn't really notice anything other than the rise and fall of Blaine's chest.
Eventually there was a knock on the door, Kurt vaguely heard it, but he didn't move until he heard Santana's voice. "Move and tell me where Kurt is." He heard her demand, smiling at it.
Nick must have said something, because he heard footsteps up the stairs, he didn't turn though, afraid he'd miss something if he looked away from Blaine for a moment. Both times something had happened, he couldn't bear another. He felt Santana behind him, but he still didn't move.
"Kurt." Her voice was the softest he'd ever heard it. "Can you look at me?"
He shook his head.
"Why not?"
"Because something bad always happens to him when I turn away, I won't do it again." Kurt said, voice rough from the constant tears.
Lauren gasped.
"Oh cariño." Santana said. "That's not your fault, he was shot."
"I know, but it still keeps happening, I don't want it to happen again." Kurt said, his voice was off, like he wasn't completely there, but in a daze.
Santana sat by him, hugging him from the side. "Can you tell me what's happened then?"
"I don't know I actually don't know what's happened still, because he keeps, he keeps." Kurt's breaths started to get short. "He keeps hurting, and I can't stop it."
"Okay, just breathe for me okay, and watch him. He's breathing fine now, right? And you've got someone coming to help."
Kurt nodded, still completely focused on watching Blaine. Santana ran her fingers through Kurt's hair, trying to keep him calm; she turned to the others in the room. "Can you tell me what happened, one of you?"
"Do you want the whole story?" Lauren asked.
Santana thought about it for a moment. "Give me the brief version first."
Lauren nodded. "Well basically, we did a job for Nick there, Kurt did know about it. We went to steal a hard drive that had secure files on it, because Nick was in a bad situation. So, this is his entire fault." She said pointing at Nick, who was on the stairs, still too afraid to enter the room. "Anyway, we did re-con, hacked into the inside cameras, everything went smoothly until the end. Some men came in from the back entrance, there weren't any cameras there. Turned out, or we really don't know for sure, but Blaine thought they were the Italian mob. Blaine only had about twenty feet to go, but the door alarm went off when Nick opened it and alerted the men. They got out okay, but the men chased after them and a bullet hit Blaine in the arm. If it wasn't for Puck's quick thinking Blaine might have bled out. We didn't take him to the hospital, not wanting to have the police involved, so we called a friend of ours that knew a doctor. She was able to help for the most part. He should recover fine, but bullet wounds are serious business. The first time that Kurt got upset I guess you could say, well nobody told him or Blaine about the morphine so Blaine was in a lot of pain and didn't know what to do. Then most recently Blaine had a seizure."
Santana sat in shock, she glanced at Blaine, and then at Kurt and then back to Lauren. "What the actual fuck?"
Lauren smiled wryly. "It's a bit much."
"Is this normal for him?" Gesturing her head towards Blaine.
"Not really, I mean he does things, but not normally of this magnitude." Lauren said, but she wondered if that was too much, she didn't know Santana, and Kurt was, well not really talking.
"Is Wes here yet?" Kurt spoke up, almost like he'd been waiting for her to finish, but it was hard to tell.
"Not yet." Lauren said.
Kurt sighed. "I'm really thirsty, but I don't want to leave him."
"I'll get it." Nick offered.
"No." Kurt said harshly.
Nick blinked, but nodded and stayed where he was.
"I'll go." Lauren offered.
"Thank you Lauren."
"Sure."
She went downstairs then, to get the water and just breathe for a bit. It was so hard seeing Kurt like that and she wasn't even really his friend. Not that she wouldn't want to be, but she'd only just met him. She got a glass and filled it with water, drank it and then rinsed it and filled it again. She was just about to go back upstairs when there was a knock on the door.
It was Wes and the doctor, which she was so thankful for. She beckoned them inside and then up the stairs. She handed the water to Kurt once she reached him; he mumbled a thank you, which she nodded at. He saw Wes behind her, and started asking questions.
"Why did he have a seizure? He's not dying is he?"
Wes looked to the doctor for the answer, she shook her head. "This is actually normal after a gunshot wound, it's scary and I'm sorry you didn't know what to do. I had thought Wes was staying to watch, he would have known."
Kurt glanced at Wes then, he looked upset, so he couldn't really blame him. "Sorry."
"It's over with now. I'll change the dressings now, and the medicine bag. Has he woken since?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Okay, I'll change this first and then we'll try to wake him. When was the last time he pressed the button?"
"About three hours ago." Lauren answered, Kurt was glad for that, he couldn't even keep track of the time it was today. He was glad he was off work tomorrow anyways, but maybe he'd call in for Tuesday too.
They all watched the doctor change the bandage, Kurt more so than anyone else. He tried not to look at the actual wound but he did anyway, it didn't look at bad as he'd imagined. Of course he'd been imagining a big gaping hole, and logically he knew it wasn't that. But right now, nothing he thought of was logical.
After the bandage had been changed, the doctor removed the empty bag of blood, and threw it away. Then removed the morphine bag that was mostly empty and replaced it with a full one. "Now the one he had before had some low grade sedatives in it, this one doesn't it'll help him get back on his sleeping pattern. Though he does need absolute rest, what does he do for a living?"
Everyone kind of looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
She shrugged. "Okay, well he can't work for a week, so figure out something with that. If needed I can write a doctor's note for some type of illness, but he'll need the sling for three months, I realize that is a long time, but it's necessary. Since it didn't hit bone, he could go with two months as long as he does nothing strenuous. And I mean nothing. Now any other questions?"
Kurt couldn't think of anything, he knew he would later though. "I can't think of anything now, but later?"
"You can contact Wes."
Kurt nodded, he'd ask for his number before he left.
Kurt sat back on the bed, and looked over Blaine, checking that he was okay and everything looked fine, as much as it could be. There was a little blood on his arm and it made Kurt think of bathing. "Hey, what about a bath, he's still got blood on him?"
The doctor paused in packing up her supplies. "He can have a bath or shower, probably a bath until he's strong enough; just cover the bandage with plastic."
Kurt nodded, he'd take him to the bath when he woke up, if he wanted one, or just wash his arms down. Kurt was tired of seeing the blood, in fact those sheets needed to go. "We're going to have to throw those sheets away, and maybe the mattress, did you happen to notice if the blood soaked in?" Kurt turned his head, asking the room.
Lauren answered. "I'm not completely sure, but more than likely."
"Okay, once he wakes up we can maybe flip the mattress until we can get a new one for him?"
Lauren nodded.
After a few more minutes of mostly silence, other than the doctor packing up her supplies, Wes started to talk. "We need to think of something to tell his work. It's going to be seriously hard to cover this up, with him working there."
"Can't we just say it was an accident?" Nick prompted.
Wes shook his head. "Not really, you're supposed to report those. Any gunshot wounds are reported, honestly the best thing to do is say he broke his clavicle. That would explain the sling, and let him wear it for as long as he needs."
"What about the bandage though, won't that be noticeable?" Kurt asked.
Wes thought about it, and then nodded. "Maybe, though he could say it was scratched up when he broke the bone. We can get the note and information for it easily. He'll just have to wear long sleeves, which won't be fun for him to dress."
"I can help." Kurt said, like it was obvious.
Wes smiled. "Yes now, but this is at least three months, well actually." He turned to the doctor. "How long will he need to keep the bandage?"
"At least until the stitches are out, so ten to fourteen days, at least for the bulky one. He'll be able to use a smaller one later, that won't be as noticeable."
"See, I can stay with him, or if he doesn't want me to, then come over before work." Kurt said smiling.
Wes shrugged. "Okay, that works, everybody good with that story?"
Everyone nodded, and then Nick spoke up. "You know I can help him get dressed, since I'll be here."
Kurt actually growled. "No you won't." He let go of Blaine's hand carefully and then slowly got up from the bed and walked over to where Nick was standing. "As soon as Blaine is awake you are leaving, and not asking him for anything else. If I ever see you again, you'll regret it, I might not actually do anything to you, but you'll know when it happens, understood?"
Nick nodded frantically, backing away slightly, and tripped on the top stairs, he griped to rail to stable himself.
"And why on earth do you think I would ever let you of all people help him get dressed, just look at your clothes!" Kurt said, gesturing at his clothes.
Nick looked down, he thought about mentioning Blaine wearing almost the same thing, but decided he'd rather live.
Kurt turned back around then and walked to the bed. The doctor was ready to leave and she was handing something to Kurt. "I've checked everything I can until he's awake, I got a message saying I'm needed elsewhere, so I'll have to come back to check his response time. You don't need to worry too much though, if something seems off, call Wes. Also, since you've decided on the clavicle break, here's a doctor's note for it, it has a number on it, that'll go to a line for a clinic that does things like this. I check it periodically and make call backs."
Kurt took it and nodded. "Okay, thank you."
The doctor nodded and went around Nick to go down the stairs; Wes followed, but said something over his shoulder. "My number is in Blaine's phone, if anything happens call me."
"Okay." Kurt said.
He watched Blaine for however long it took for him to wake up, ignoring everyone else in the room. He knew Santana was there for him, and he was glad for her presence, but it was hard to care about anything else besides Blaine.
Eventually it happened; Blaine woke silently, reaching to the side with his good arm. Kurt grabbed the hand to still it, and spoke softly. "Blaine, baby, you awake?"
Blaine nodded, and then opened his mouth. "Yeah, thirsty."
Kurt quickly grabbed the glass from earlier and put it up to Blaine's mouth, it was difficult for him to drink it, Kurt would need to get straws.
"Thank you." Blaine said after he finished drinking.
"You're welcome baby, how are you feeling?" Kurt asked.
Blaine opened his eyes, and looked at Kurt. "Alright, arm hurts but its not too bad. Though I feel a lot weaker than I did the last time I woke up." Blaine said, confused.
"Oh, well you had a seizure earlier." Kurt said, figuring it was better to just say it than wait, no matter how hard it was to get the words out.
Blaine's expression turned shocked. "A seizure?"
Kurt nodded sadly. "Yes, the doctor said it was normal, after gunshot wounds."
Blaine nodded at the answer. "Okay, it's a little weird I haven't actually met this doctor."
Kurt chuckled. "Yeah, you should stop sleeping all the time. Well not if you need to, but just I miss you. That's terrible of me, but Blaine you scared me." Kurt said, choking up a little just at the thought of Blaine's seizure, and hell all of it really.
Blaine's face softened and he reached up to Kurt's face to wipe away a tear that Kurt hadn't even noticed. "Kurt, I'm sorry, I don't mean to worry you."
Kurt smiled sadly. "No, it's not your fault, at all. I'll be okay; just don't get hurt again, like ever. Not even a paper cut."
"Of course, whatever you want." Blaine said indulgently. "Come here, you seem so far."
Kurt nodded, and slid further up the bed, and curled into Blaine, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Kurt had forgotten anyone else was in the room, but then Lauren spoke up.
"Blaine?"
He looked over at the noise, and smiled when he saw her. "Hey, Lauren."
"I just wanted to make sure you are okay, before I left."
"Oh you're leaving?" Kurt interrupted.
She nodded. "Yeah, I think you got it from here, if you need help though, either of you call me." She said sternly.
"Of course." Blaine said, and Kurt nodded along.
"Kurt, do you need me to stay?" Santana asked which startled Blaine, because he hadn't known she was even there.
Kurt thought about it for a long moment, he both did and didn't. "Would you hate me if I asked you to stay downstairs?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Not at all, just yell if you need something."
"Okay."
They watched her and Lauren walk to the stairs, and Blaine saw Nick. "Nick, are you okay?"
He nodded. "I think I'll go too."
Blaine went to say something, to stop him, but Kurt stopped him. Blaine waited till he heard the front door open and close before he questioned him. "Did you say something to him?"
Kurt's face darkened. "Oh I said lots of things to him."
"And did he have two black eyes?" Blaine questioned.
Kurt's face turned innocent, or as much as he could, while grinning smugly. "I'm not sure, it's possible."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt…."
"I didn't kill him, and really I think that's what really matters in this situation."
Blaine laughed. "Okay, you have a point." Then he sobered a little. "I missed you Kurt, and I'm so sorry about everything."
"Blaine, really, it's fine, this wasn't your fault, and I missed you too, so much."
"Will you stay?" Blaine asked shyly.
"Of course." Kurt answered and curled more into Blaine, feeling him wrap his right arm around him, and they laid there for a while, just happy in each other's company.
Question: This feels like a good ending to me, and i had planned it this way and then epilogue, but then i was like i could go for another Blaine chapter plus the epilogue, so what do you want?