A/N: Hey people. So... long time no speak right? Absolutely everything seems to be happening right now. I know a lot of you are going through the same so I won't ramble, but exams and shit mean updates will not be as often as I would like them to be.
Apologies in advance.
Btw. Got all A's in my results last thurs, so I be one happy bunny. I am off to eat some cake in celebration, so I shall give you this, and we shall talk at the end k?
Good good!
'He's awake.'
That was on the 3rd day. The 3rd day after Kurt was found. Blaine was in his dorm when he heard them; those two words, spoken down the phone, buzzing in his ear repeatedly, the day after he was sent home. (Forcibly he might add)
'He's breathing on his own now, he doesn't need the mask.'
That was on the 4th day. Blaine was in the cafeteria, when Burt rang with that message. He was thankful to be kept up to date with the situation, once Kurt was talking properly, Blaine didn't know how much he'd tell Burt, or how much he himself would be kept in the know about. At the moment, he felt lucky with what he had.
'The first of the bandages have come off today. He has mobility in one arm.'
That was on the 5th day. Blaine received that message in the middle of his Biology pop test, and he stupidly ignored the warning from the teachers and answered his phone, earning him the joyous news of Kurt's recovery thus far, but also a detention the following afternoon for 2 hours.
'He can sit up now.'
That was on the 6th day. Blaine was in detention when that message arrived. He heard the buzzing of his phone and felt the vibrations surge through his pocket, but a quick glare from the teacher on duty made him think twice about answering. He let that call go to voicemail.
'They've finished all the tests.'
That was on the 7th day. Blaine received that message as a voicemail when he was in math class. He didn't hear it until later in the day, but he wouldn't deny doing a small fist pump into the air when he did.
'The results weren't good.'
That was also on the 7th day. Around 6 and a half seconds after the first batch of news. Blaine's fist promptly fell from the air upon hearing the message and slammed rather painfully into his thigh; leaving him silently cursing as his leg throbbed.
It also left with a sick twisting in his gut, rendering him positivley nauseous.
'You can come and see him now.'
That was on the 8th day.
Blaine cut 3 red lights, skidded past 4 stop signs and nearly ran over an elderly pensioner with a shopping cart on his race to get to the hospital. It wasn't even like Kurt was in a life or death situation. In fact, he knew he wasn't. He knew Kurt was alive, and well... well as okay as one could be given the circumstances. But never the less, the normally one hour long journey from Dalton to Kurt's hospital took him only 37 minutes.
And Blaine was relieved.
Now he could see Kurt 23 minutes earlier.
As soon as he entered the hospital he hurtled back up to the waiting room he had spent 2 days of his life in, and once again took a seat in the uncomfortable blue plastic chairs.
Blaine had forgotten how dreary and morbid this room could be. The artificial light burned at his retinas and the tasteless portraits lining the walls did anything to make him feel happy. The kittens playing with yarn in the shot by the door certainly didn't encourage a joyful mood, but rather made one want to gouge their own eyes out with a spoon and remove their teeth with safety pins.
The room was decidedly more crowded than before. Across from Blaine sat a young woman, her face in her hands, and soundless tears flowing down her cheeks. Next to her sat another, slightly older woman; her face frozen in a perpetual scowl as she tried to sooth her companion.
A few seats over there was an elderly man, clutching a photograph to his chest, sat alone in his seat, with a walking stick propped up against his leg.
Along the far wall sat a group of 6. A middle aged man with heavy set bags beneath his eyes, upon whose knee sat a little girl, who looked no older than 4. Next to them were two other little girls, squished together between the arms rests of the plastic waiting room chairs, both sound asleep and just to the right of them sat two teenagers, a boy and a girl, both with bright red hair and a freckly complexion; tears shining in their eyes as they leant their heads together.
The offset silence in the room gave out an ominous feel and was giving Blaine the shivers just to think about.
All in all the waiting room was still a very miserable place.
That was, until Burt Hummel appeared.
'Mr Hummel' Blaine cried, as soon as Burt rounded the corner into the waiting room, earning him some glares from the other occupants of the room. The boy launched up from his seat, ignoring the disapproving looks and half ran over to the older man, who looked incredibly shocked at the energy that Blaine emitted. (Especially seeing as the last time he had seen him was when Blaine was half conscience, exhausted, hungry and distraught)
'Is he ok, what happened, is he going to be alright? Blaine asked, all in one slurred sentence as he appeared to bounce on the spot in front of Burt.
'Hey, hey calm down kiddo.' Burt hushed, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder to keep him still as he took note of the other grieving people sat behind the young boy.
'But is he ok, what happened?' Blaine begged, this time his voice slightly quieter.
Burt sighed and keeping his grip firm on Blaine's shoulder he began to lead him out of the waiting room and down the hall to Kurt's room. 'We'll talk outside.'
'Look Blaine.' Burt said, pausing once they were out of ear shot of the other patients. A couple of nurses in green scrubs bustled past pushing a large man in a wheel chair down the hall and Burt smiled politely before continuing.
'Kurt got some pretty bad news yesterday. We all did. It's not my place to tell you what happened. But right now he really needs some cheering up. He really isn't in a good place right now; he hasn't been since he woke up. He's talking but not properly, he is really down, and we can obviously understand why, but none of us can seem to make him feel any better.'
Blaine cocked his head.
'That's why I called you. You boys were best friends before the uh, incident, and I'm presuming the same is true now.'
Blaine gulped.
'So I want you to try and cheer my son up ok? Try and make him feel better ok, because he's too sweet a kid to live like this. We just want you to try ok. That's why I called you here before his other friends, because you know him the best and maybe you can make him open up before the others try to see him'
Blaine nodded.
Burt grunted in approval. 'Good.' He said. 'Now let's get going.'
'Be careful ok.' Burt said as they headed towards Kurt's room. 'Try not to make him move too much. He's still on heavy painkillers and although some of the bandages are gone, he still looks pretty rough.'
Blaine nodded. 'Ok, so is he awake now or-?' he trailed off.
'Oh right, yeah uh, he's awake.' Burt assured. 'Just a little quiet, y'know?'
'I err...right.'
'Look, he's got a meeting with a therapist in a couple a days, so we want him to try and be as open with his emotions as we can. Try not to scare him, or ask too many questions...he's not the same as before...just...be patient with him.'
'What's wrong?'
'Aside from the fact he was kidnapped and abused for a month?' Burt snapped, and Blaine coiled back immediatly.
Burt sucked in a breath and sighed. 'Sorry kiddo, i don't mean to yell.' he said slowly 'Just things are a little tense 'round here at the moment. Bad news and all. Kurt'll tell you if he wants, but i'm not gonna invade his privacy by telling you what happened. I still don't know all the facts myself so...'
'But he's ok right?' Blaine asked tentativly.
Burt gave a small smile. 'He will be kiddo, he will be.'
Blaine nodded again but didn't reply. There wasn't really much to say. They continued their walk for another few moments, rounding a final corner to Kurt's ward. Half a minute or so later and Blaine glanced up as he heard Burt's footsteps slow.
He gulped and the air seemed to stick dry in his throat.
They were there.
Kurt's room was a lot less crowded than Blaine remembered. A few of the machines had been removed, along with the blood bag that once resided by Kurt's shoulder.
The bandages that were once wrapped around his right arm had all been removed. Red scars and bruises still present, but finally free to breathe. His other arm was still bound in a cast, along with one of his legs.
His bed however had been altered. The padding behind Kurt's back had been rearranged and a blanket was now draped in between the bed and Kurt, along a thick comforter now covering the rest of him, presumably brought from home. The angle of the bed had also changed. The top half had been elevated so it resembled a chair and allowed Kurt to sit up.
And sit up he did. Kurt was currently lounging back against the bed, his eyes closed with a drip feeding slowly into his body and headphones placed snugly in his ears.
The faint echoes of a tune rang out across the quiet hospital room as Kurt bobbed his head in time to the beat. Blaine smiled faintly to himself and crept over.
Kurt didn't notice Blaine until he was standing right behind him. In fact, he didn't notice him until Blaine leant out and gave him a brief tap on the shoulder.
The boy winced and jumped at the same time, his eyes screwing up in pain as he spun round. Pulling the ear buds out as he turned.
'Oh my God don't do that to me you- Blaine?'
Kurt's jaw dropped and his eyes went wide. He sucked in a breath and held it deep in his lungs before exhaling slowly.
'What- I...What are you doing here?' he sounded almost breathless.
'I came to see you silly.' Blaine said with a smile. He decided on playing quietly confident today instead of revealing his heart stopping nerves.
'I...um...I' Kurt seemed at a loss. Burt lingered in the background, a questioning look on his face.
'I'll leave you too be for a while.' He said hastily, the awkwardness in the room palpable. Kurt shot him a desperate look but Burt had already turned his back and left.
Kurt sighed and turned to Blaine, his earphones still blasting out music as the lay in his lap. He smiled sadly across at Blaine and gestured to the side of the bed.
'I uh, I suppose you should take a seat.'
TBC...
A/N: next chapter is already half written. There is quite a bit of ... lets-say-confrontation there. So we shall all look forward to that.
Quick note. A few people asked about the ND's role in this fic. Whilst I love them dearly, they will not feature heavily, if at all. Finn may, because he's Kurt's brother now, and maybe a little bit of the others, but they will not be a huge part of the story line.
This fic will also be primarily based on Kurt's emotional recovery and his relationship with Blaine, be it platonic or romantic. Whilst there will be quite a bit of focus on the physicality's of his injuries (for one does not simply 'get over' having angel wings carved onto ones back) I am choosing more to focus on the deeper side to things rather than the visible wounds.
Also, let's talk 'On My Own.'...geezus. Like, seriously, Glee is getting dark man. If any of you are reading 'The Chapel.' Then you'll probably know my own feelings in regards to Dave's situation, but I won't go into detail here. Also just gonna mention Quinn, because ...wow...
If anyone has any legit spoilers for the upcoming ep, then feel free to spoil away on reviews, because not knowing things makes me sad.
Oh and Matt Bomer, (boner, I mean *cough* what?) is coming to our screens. I love the fandoms characterisation of him, as being the awesome older brother, but somehow I feel RIB may not be that kind. I guess we can only hope. Either way, we get Darren, Chris and Matt on our screens in one episode. And no matter what, that is a win.
Anyway, I will try and update soon, but don't hold me to it. Tumblr me if you guys have any questions etc, regarding pretty much anything.
TTFN
(P.S. I went to a party dressed as a rainbow unicorn, with a horn and everything the other day, and I just thought you guys should know ^-^)