Kurt spent the whole weekend at the hospital; Finn rambling on about a Jesus face he found on a grilled cheese, trying to cheer him up. It was endearing and sweet but Kurt still couldn’t keep the worry out and he didn’t mean to snap at Finn before he left to get coffee and his step - mother. But once he was left alone, Kurt kept worrying about his father and whether or not he’d make it out of this. He also kept worrying about Blaine and how he was facing being alone. But he reasoned that Blaine had been alone for three weeks. His mind wandered to his appearance this afternoon; his hipbones protruding, hair mussed up, and circles underneath his eyes. There was something so raw in the way Blaine carried himself that he couldn’t help but wish he had as much courage. Kurt felt as though Blaine still covering something up and made it his mission to find out. But his first and only priority at the moment was his father’s health. Coming down from the Blaine Anderson-induced-daze, he focused his eyes on his father’s steady heart monitor. Taking his father’s hand, Kurt leaned forward and whispered, “Dad. Can you hear me?” He inhales sharply, feeling juvenile as his voice cracks slightly. “If you see mom… Tell her I miss her.”
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Blaine couldn’t keep himself occupied. He was genuinely worried about his roommate and had been given no explanation of his sudden disappearance. He simply rolled his shoulders and rolled the nagging thoughts out of his head. Half of him felt infuriated at the boy simply possessing his every thought and move. The other half of him was actually happy to have something to latch onto other than the past.
The ninth day passed and anger beat out all of his happy thoughts. His hands ripped at the bed sheets, ripped at his old clothes, ripped them apart with blind fury. He finally sunk to the soft carpet, the clothes he was wearing hanging tattered from his frame. Blaine didn’t realize he had been crying until he kneaded his eyes with the palms of his hands.
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“Sweetheart. I think you need to go back to Dalton. You’ve been here for ten days, you were there when your father first showed signs of progress and you’re going to be behind on work.” Carole said as Kurt sat at the breakfast bar. Kurt looked around and chewed his bottom lip slightly. Dalton meant Blaine and Blaine meant endless confusion and frustration but he couldn’t stay here forever.
“I’ll go back once I see Dad again… I need to at least say goodbye.” Kurt said with resignation.
“Of course.” She said, a constant smile and a plate of chocolate-chip pancakes sliding towards his placemat. He eyed the chocolate-chip pancakes for a moment then smiled and took a bite. The melted chocolate and sweetness sending him into a happy place away from the comatose father he almost lost, and sexually frustrating boy in his apartment. After his father awoke, Kurt finally left the safe haven of his actual home in Lima.
This was how Kurt found him; his clothes torn to shreds, feathers still floating to the ground, and books strewn about. Kurt had the decency to tear his eyes away from Blaine’s sweaty arms. Blaine looked up when he heard Kurt return but didn’t say a word. They locked eyes and all Kurt saw was the hollow empty look in Blaine’s eyes. He felt as though he was staring into a hazel colored oblivion.