IMPORTANT!
I'm going away between the 13th and the 23 of July.
You already know the drill- two drabbles per day until the 12th, on which three drabbles will be posted.
The next chapter of YTOM. Enjoy! :)
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me | Dress Me | Know Me | See Me | Hurt Me
Protect Me
Blaine's eyes opened slowly, and he groaned. His head pounded and the too-bright lights didn't help. The bed was uncomfortable, and he already knew where he was before he looked around; after all, he visited hospitals enough to remember.
A soft, relieved sigh was the first thing he heard. He looked towards the source of the sound, and there was Kurt Hummel, sitting with his shoulders hunched on a plastic chair right by the bed.
"Oh, Blaine, thank god. I didn't know how long it was until you'd wake up, and… well. At least you're awake now."
Blaine hmmed. "What happened to me?" Then he saw Kurt. Really saw him. And his bare arms were covered with bruises, a gauze plastered to his forehead, and one of his eyes was swollen. "What happened to you?"
"Those guys… Brendon, and the other three…" he mumbled.
"Fuck, I remember. Brendon and another three, huh? McKaley was there, too. I didn't see him, the bastard. How did we get away?"
Kurt looked down. "I tried to make them stop hurting you, I did! But this one guy, he came from behind me and gripped my arms and I couldn't fight him, Blaine, he was too strong! And they kept punching you after you fainted, and your head got hit the sidewalk when they dropped you and ran off…"
"Why did they run off, though?" Blaine's voice was emotionless- it was like Kurt was using all the emotion in the room, and there was none left for Blaine.
Kurt sniffed, still not looking into his eyes. "Well, some passersby saw and called the cops, so when they heard the sirens they left. I don't know if they got caught. The ambulance arrived quickly, so they got to you in time and they said the swelling in your head wasn't that bad, and you'll wake up soon… But it wasn't as soon as I hoped."
"What else did they say? How bad am I?" How bad are you? No, he won't ask that. Kurt's not in a hospital bed- he'll be fine.
"Um… they're not sure how many fractured ribs you got, because the X-ray wasn't decoded by the professionals yet, but at least two. And the rest is superficial, some bruises, some cuts."
"I'll live; you don't have to look like you're staring at my coffin. It happens to me all the time, I'm used to it."
Kurt's expression turned furious, and now he was looking right at Blaine. "That doesn't make it okay! We'll go to the police, get them arrested-"
"There's no 'we', okay?" Blaine spat. "This is my life. That's how my life looks: there are douches in it. Sometimes I punch them and sometimes they punch me. You don't like it, and you shouldn't. You only got hurt because they wanted me- so you're leaving, now. Go back to your little roommate and NYADA, and don't walk around dangerous neighborhoods."
Kurt leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "No."
"Fuck you, you know? You saw where it got you the last time you didn't listen to me."
"Exactly. I didn't get hurt for nothing, okay? I did it to save you, and I'll go through a lot more than a few punches to save you again," he said, determined.
"You're really, really stupid, you know that? God knows why-" he stopped himself before he could say Why I'm in love with you.
"You know what? You're the really stupid one." Kurt leaned over the bed rail, so close Blaine could just rise up a little and kiss him right on his stupid mouth. "I don't care if it's too early to say this- I care about you. I care enough to save you, even if you're an ungrateful fool." He leaned back when a nurse walked in, smiling tiredly.
"Well, Mr. Anderson, I see you're awake. We got the deciphering of your X-ray…"