Blaine sighs. He hates Sundays. He hate to live in this big lonely house all by himself. Because that is what it feels like. Like he is living on his own. He barely sees his parents anymore. They are always of to work or some other important stuff that Blaine doesn't know what is.
Blaine makes himself lunch and takes the plate with him into the living room. He decides to watch some TV while he eats. He presses the remote control unconsciously, and it doesn't seem to be anything that catches his attention on. He sighs again.
For a while he just lies there on the couch staring at the wall. Then he decides to go for a walk, to get some fresh air. It is a beautiful day after all, even if Blaine doesn't appreciates it at the moment.
He walks down the street and turn right at the end, and enters the park. There is a bench next to a little pond. He sits down and looks at the pigeons and ducks for a while. They are fighting over some bread that someone has thrown into the water.
Blaine's phone starts to ring. Sam was supposed to call today, because they need to practice for their next glee assignment, and Blaine answers without looking at the display.
«Hey, Sam!» At first there is silence, and then he can hear someone crying. «Hello…?»
«B-Blaine…» A tearful voice is filling Blaine's ears.
«Kurt?!» Blaine's heart skips a few beats and he is sitting on the edge of the bench. «Are you ok?»
«No…» A broken sob and then some incoherently about blood, hospital and dad. Blaine jumps up.
«Where are you, Kurt?» Kurt manages to explain where he is and Blaine is already running towards the house and his car.
When Blaine enters the hospital, he asks for Burt Hummel and he is pointed towards the waiting room at the end of the hallway. Kurt looks so small and fragile there he sits in one of the chairs, arms protectively wrapped around himself.
Blaine sits down gently besides him. Kurt doesn't seem to notice, he just stares at the floor, his eyes are red from crying and he looks so scared.
«Hi, Kurt.…» Kurt sobs, and takes a deep breath.
«I didn't know who e-else t-to call…I don't have anybody else to call.»
«I'm here, Kurt.I told you that I would be and I still mean that. Can you tell me what happened?»
Kurt explains the best he can, and Blaine is listening. He gently takes Kurt's hand to help him through the toughest parts.
«And know I just wait for the doctor. I don't know how my dad is doing. And if he dies I don't have anyone.» Kurt breaks down again, and Blaine lets him. «I don't want to be alone…» They just sit there for a long time, Kurt is crying softly and Blaine is holding one hand on Kurt's back and the other one is holding Kurt's hand trying to offer comfort.
«Kurt Hummel?» A man is standing in the waiting room and looks expectant at the two boys.
«Y-yes» Kurt gets up on his feet. Blaine can see the panic is rising inside Kurt and he stands up and takes his hand again.
«I'm doctor Phillips, and your dad is going to be fine.» Kurt breathes and lets his shoulders down, and the doctor continues. «He is awake now, but there was quite a fall he had, so he has to remain here in the hospital for a couple of days for observation.»
«Can I see him?»
«Of course, but just for a couple of minutes. He need to rest, and the medications is making him very tired.» The doctor motions Kurt to follow him, and Kurt looks at Blaine with a silent question in his eyes.
«I'll wait for you, Kurt. Just go see your dad. I'll be right here» Blaine gives Kurt's hand one more squeeze before Kurt follows Dr. Phillips.
Blaine sits back down in the chair. His own emotions are threatening to break the surface. Blaine hasn't been to a hospital since his best friend died. It was a different hospital, but the smell is just the same, and the noises. He focuses on his breathing. Tries to control it with deep breaths. In trough his mouth and out through his nose.
«Kurt,» he thinks. «I have to do this for Kurt, I have to keep it together for him. He needs me»
Blaine manages to even his breath and he closes his eyes and tries to think happy thoughts.