Bleeding Heart - Ch. 9
[I don't own Glee or any of these characters]
Kurt was almost at the corner by the farthest subway station from their apartment when he finally turned his phone off. Rachel had been calling and calling and behind him he thought he heard his name ring out over the air. As he turned to run down the stairs into the subway tunnel, he caught a glimpse of Rachel stumbling over some ice turning the corner in her haste. Kurt finally stopped on the stairs and waited.
"Jesus Kurt! I chased you for 8 blocks in heels!" she cried, doubling over. "I can't believe," she panted, "I can't believe-"
"I know, I don't know how I could have been so stupid, I need to-" Kurt shook his head quickly, continuing down the stairs, but Rachel yanked his arm and he almost fell flat on his ass.
"NO!" she yelled, as people pushed past them on the stairwell. "I can't believe," she breathed, "that you left him like that! What the hell is wrong with you!?" she shouted. Oh HELL no, he thought.
"What the fuck? Rachel! SERIOUSLY? HE CHEATED ON ME!" he almost screamed. "AGAIN!"
As people started to stare, Rachel pulled him back up to the street.
"Kurt, Blaine is sick," Rachel continued, trying to level with him, make him understand.
"What are you talking about he's fi-" Kurt started, but the words died in his mouth as Rachel continued.
"Kurt, he's sick. Sebastian helped him at work yesterday and things got carried away. Blaine said no. Blaine is sick," she repeated, as Kurt's eyes glazed over with something like fear, the nagging memory of the Blaine's tired face rising in his throat.
"How could you leave him like that?" she was yelling again. "Kurt!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Kurt shouted back. "I didn't know," he repeated, guilt bubbling up in his chest.
"Breathe, Kurt," she said, as Kurt broke into sobs. Standing in the slush on the edge of the sidewalk crying, no one even noticed. Rachel pulled him into the tightest hug she could as his whole body shook. "I know it doesn't make it okay, but I think you might want to let this one go."
"It doesn't make it okay," he cried into her shoulder.
"I know honey, I'm so sorry," she soothed. "And I'm sorry for yelling.."
Kurt sniffed, trying to regain his composure. They stood for a moment collecting themselves before an icy chill made the hair on the back of Kurt's neck stand up. "Wait. Rachel. He's…"
"He's sick," she stared back at him heavily.
"Oh my god," Kurt barely managed to say before picking up in a sprint back down their street towards their apartment, Rachel following as fast as she could.
Running at full speed, Kurt ripped his cellphone from his pocket and dialed Blaine. Please baby pick up for the love of god shit shit shit and with each unanswered ring he ran faster and faster, more sure each moment why his boyfriend wasn't picking up.
"RACHEL CALL 911!"
"WHAT?!"
"JUST DO IT" he screamed, slipping abruptly as he darted in front of the cars rolling through the cross walk, smacking their hoods as Rachel followed closely behind.
The only thing Kurt could think of as he ran the 8 blocks home was the bluish blur of Blaine's lips as he slammed the door in his face. With every block, a new confirmation of fear washed over him like a cold sheet of ice- remembering the line of pill bottles on the counter, that he hadn't gone running that morning, that Blaine only skips running if he's feeling really bad.
It seemed like a lifetime before Kurt's wet boots were pounding the pavement toward their front steps and as he took the stairs to their apartment three at time, he was near hysterics. I'm probably overreacting. Maybe he'll be sorry, maybe he'll just be sitting there waiting for me. Maybe he'll be mad, he'll just be in the shower, he'll be sitting with Liza.
Exploding through the door to their apartment, Kurt called out, "Blaine? Baby?" His voice echoed through the apartment. No answer. He felt bile rising in his throat and almost tripped over their cat as the silence drew out.
Turning slowly in the entry way, glass crunching under foot, he approached the kitchen, following the pieces of the explosion he'd left behind. Shattered pieces of Blaine's favorite yellow mug, the toast on the floor, the butter knife, the edge of a dark red pool, dark brown curls. NO.
"BLAINE!" Kurt shrieked as he rounded the corner to take his boyfriend into full view, rushing to his side to cradle his tiny frame. "No no no no no no no baby baby please" Kurt sputtered as Rachel burst through the doorway behind him.
"Oh my god, Blaine!" she screamed, hands flying to her face.
Blaine was limp as a rag doll, his arms and legs resting haphazardly where he had fallen. Around his head, a small puddle of dark red blood was growing slowly, his skin whiter than Kurt had even seen. He looked so small.
"The ambulance will be h-here any minute" she cried.
"Rachel, the dish towel" Kurt ordered, clutching is boyfriend's chest as he strained to check for any signs of life. Carefully, Kurt tucked the dishtowel behind Blaine's head, applying pressure as he pushed his fingers against his neck to check for a pulse, but no life was beating back at him. His chest was too still. This wasn't happening.
"Don't you dare, Blaine, don't you dare leave me," he cried, furiously, screaming at Rachel-"WE DON'T HAVE TIME give me the AED-by the door-RIGHT NOW!"
Rachel flew to his side with the machine, flipping the charge as Kurt lifted Blaine's shirt to expose his skin, still warm. "Stay with me, stay with me baby" Kurt soothed over him as tears rolled over his cheeks.
"Kurt are you sure you-"
"Stand back" he exhaled. "I love you, Blaine," he whispered, as he pressed the two pads against his boyfriend's chest and pushed the button to shock him back to life. Immediately, Blaine's chest arched off the floor for a very long second before collapsing back down again, with no other movements, his hands were still, his eyelids didn't flutter. Carefully, Kurt checked for a pulse, and when he found none, panicking, he charged again, and again Blaine's body arched off the floor like a skinned cat, becoming rigid and then collapsing with a hard smack on the floor. This time, though, he started to stir, and Kurt confirmed a pulse beating back against his fingers on his thin neck before he began sobbing and rocking back and forth over his boyfriend.
"Blaine, baby, please, I'm here, I love you so much please don't leave me again, baby please, I love you you're ok you're ok, please.." Kurt whimpered as he suddenly felt a clammy hand rest gently against his own. Squinting through his tears, he felt Blaine's fingers grip weakly against the back of his hand as his golden eyes peeked open.
"Oh my god! Blaine! Help is coming, you're gonna be ok, I love you," Kurt whispered frantically, pressing his forehead against Blaine's curls.
"K-ku-u-u-urt.." Blaine breathed, unable to keep his eyes open. Just as he finished saying his name, a yelp escaped Blaine's mouth as a jolt of pain ripped through his body, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, a violent seizure taking over. Kurt moved only a few inches off of Blaine, but still kept pressure against the back of his head with the now bloody towel.
As he checked his watch and eyed the seconds ticking by, he could barely hear Rachel yell from the doorway, "They're here, they're coming!"
He felt the wood floor vibrating beneath him as heavy feet crashed through their apartment as the paramedics arrived. He felt a pair of strong hands rest against his shoulders as they tried to move him away from Blaine but he struggled madly and Rachel had to help pull him away so they could work. He watched them check for heart sounds, roll him to his side, check his head wound as the convulsions ebbed slowly through his body, he was coming down. Rachel was shaking him, shaking his shoulders-
"Kurt-they need you-what is he on, what's his condition-"
"He has LQTS" he almost shouted, "He's on daily beta blockers and he's due for a check in on his meds, we, I'm coming with you-" he ordered, gripping Rachel's hand.
"Alright, both of you, follow us now, there's only room for one to ride with us, bring his medication, move now," they ordered back. They were faceless blurs in red and white jackets as they rolled Blaine onto a gurney and hoisted him up. Rachel followed behind them, shutting the door with a slam after making sure Liza was inside waiting for Blaine if they returned. When he returns, she thought.
Outside, climbing into the ambulance, Kurt gripped Blaine's hand more fiercely than he had in his entire life. With the jumble of tubes and straps and hands flying all over his body, Kurt wondered if he was losing the love of his life. Is this what it's like, God? Please don't do this to me, please let him live, please God, please. Bright red specks were drying on Kurt's face, and his jacket and hands were sticky with blood. Maybe I'm the one dying, he thought.
Before they reached the hospital, Blaine had squeezed back gently against Kurt's hand twice, their promise not yet broken.
TO BE CONTINUED
**Please review! What's going to happen to Blaine? What do you WANT to happen?**