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New York Spin-Off: Guilty


T - Words: 3,777 - Last Updated: Dec 22, 2011
Story: Closed - Chapters: 3/? - Created: Oct 25, 2011 - Updated: Dec 22, 2011
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The TV was on and some reality show was airing, but he didn't pay attention to the screen at all and just continued to stare into space. Rachel had told him to watch TV for a while to distract himself while she was in the bathroom to take a shower. But no matter how much he tried, Kurt couldn’t concentrate on anything. There was something that just kept making its way back into his mind, something that had happened a few hours ago.

“Blaine?”, Kurt looked worried now and stood up, walked around the table and rested his hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, trying to comfort him as he still looked like he was in shock. “Talk to me. Please, I'm going insane.”
Blaine finally looked up at him, eyes distant. “I-It’s my mother, Kurt. She he had a car accident… or something. My dad… He told me to come as soon as possible, apparently she wants to see me.”
Kurt frowned. Blaine didn't have a good relationship with his father at all. He had almost stopped him from coming along to New York and ever since they hadn’t spoken a word to each other. Until now. “Oh, I-I'm so sorry, Blaine. What… What do you want to do now?”
“Can we please go home? I have to pack some stuff. I think I'll take the next train home, Kurt... I have to see her.” Without waiting for an answer, Blaine stood up and took his coat, ignoring the untouched coffee that was slowly growing cold on the table before he left the caf�, Kurt following him quickly.
A few minutes later, they were back in their apartment. Rachel had tried to ask them about what happened but none of them cared to answer her, Kurt figured he would have to explain it all later anyway.
“You'll come back soon, right?” Kurt was sitting on the edge of their bed, watching Blaine’s eyebrows knit together as he searched for a bag in which he could pack all the stuff he needed.
“Of course… I just really need to see her right now and make sure she’ll be okay. I'll come back as soon as I can, can’t leave you here in New York all on your own for too long. And I can't miss classes now because they basically just started.” Blaine walked towards his boyfriend, taking his hands in his own and rested his forehead against Kurt's. “But if you want me to stay, that would be alright, you know? Then I could maybe go see her next weekend.”
Kurt looked straight into his boyfriend's eyes before he shook his head. “No, no, it's okay. You have to go. Your mom needs you more than I do right now.”
“Thank you.” Blaine smiled slightly and put his lips on Kurt's quickly, before he let go off him again. When he finished packing a few minutes later, Blaine said his goodbyes to Kurt, they hugged each other for quite a while, Kurt didn’t want him to leave this soon but Blaine had to go so he wouldn't miss the train. And though Blaine had promised to call him as soon as he arrived at home, Kurt felt like a part of his heart went missing as soon as he left.

“You are not actually watching this, are you? Because if you're not watching the show, I can turn off the TV, right? I mean I told you to just go ahead watch it but you're just sitting there starring into space like that’s gonna bring Blaine back here and-” Rachel's voice interrupted his thoughts. She was standing in front of him, with a small towel wrapped around her body because she had just come out of the bathroom.
“Could you please put some clothes on?” Kurt complained.
Rachel rolled her eyes, turned off the TV and walked towards her wardrobe to put on her pyjamas. “It's going to be alright, you know? You don't even know what kind of car accident Blaine's mom had and I assume that it's not that bad at all and she just want to see her son, because, you know, every mom would want that in such a situation and when Blaine sees that his mom is doing good he'll come back and everyth-”
“Rachel? Could you just... shut up, please? Don't be mad at me, I just don't want to talk about it right now”, Kurt murmured and got up, looking at her with tired eyes. “I'm going to sleep now. Well, I'll try but it’s probably hopeless anyway, since I will be far too worried to fall asleep now.” He sighed. “Goodnight, Rachel.”
Kurt just wanted to get out of the living room, when he heard Rachel's voice behind him again. “Kurt?”
“Yes?” He turned around, looking at her curiously.
“Can I sleep in that bed with you tonight? I mean, only because Blaine's not here and I don't want to sleep on the couch. It’s not comfortable at all.”
“What? No!” he shook his head, but bit his lip as he saw the sad expression forming on Rachel's face. “I-I mean, nothing against you, but I want to be alone.”
“Yeah that’s… that’s okay.” Rachel smiled slightly, before she turned around. “Goodnight, Kurt.”
Kurt smiled, too, and nodded, turned around and entered his bedroom. Now he was standing in front of the huge bed Blaine and he shared together, but there was no Blaine. He had to sleep alone that night and maybe for a few more. He didn't even know about how long Blaine would be gone yet. After putting on his own pyjamas, he finally lay down on the matress. He looked at the free space next to him, the place where Blaine should be sleeping right now… If he wasn't somewhere on his way to Lima. Kurt moved over to Blaine's side of the bed and snuggled into the blanket, so at least he would be able to smell his boyfriend's scent. He had thought about calling him but it was very late already so that wouldn’t be an option but still Kurt decided to at least send him a text.

Baby, I don’t want to bother you but you didn’t call yet, so I just wanted to know if everything’s fine? I love you.
- K

Waiting for a reply, Kurt lied awake almost the whole night but Blaine never answered him. The few hours he got to sleep were torturous, he hadn’t slept well at all and when he woke up the next morning, he still didn’t have a reply from Blaine. Tired and feeling worn out, he got up and walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, part of him wanted to just stay at home today and not go to college because the way he looked, everybody would think he was a ghost or something. With a sigh, he turned around while Rachel was just walking in, wanting to wish him a good morning but she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” she half-screamed and eyed Kurt suspiciously.
The soprano groaned. “Thank you so much for making me feel better about it, Rachel…” he muttered sarcastically.
“No, no, no! Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Come on, we need to get to college.”
Kurt shook his head. “I’m not sure if I’m going.”
“But you have to, it will distract you”, Rachel said.
Though Kurt still wasn’t fully convinced he ended up coming along and regretted it immediately. The first two periods just contained of him drawing things on his notes, not paying attention to the professor, trying to teach them important things about graphic design. But instead of listening and dreaming about his future plans, he kept glancing at his phone, hoping he would have an unread text from Blaine, telling him everything was alright but two hours later, still no news. When the bell rang, Kurt felt almost numb as he started walking towards one of the stage rooms but he stopped as he heard a familiar voice calling his name.
“Hey! Kurt, wait!” Nick approached him, looking alarmed.
Kurt just stared at him, not responding.
“Uh, where’s Blaine? He wasn’t in class today, so I was wondering.”
Kurt’s voice sounded monotone as he answered. “He’s in Ohio.”
“Oh. I-Is he coming back?”
“I don’t know”, he answered, realizing that he really didn’t know if he was coming back, or if his Dad would be able to convince him to stay, like he had originally wanted to before Blaine had moved to New York with him. Kurt tried really hard not to start crying right there.
Suddenly another boy came running towards them. “NICK, DAMN IT, I TOLD YOU TO WAIT FOR ME!”
Nick rolled his eyes and turned around. “Can’t you see I’m having a conversation right now?”
Confused, the boy looked at Nick and then at Kurt, taking him in for a few seconds. “Oh, of course, that explains everything. Hi, uh…”
“Kurt.”
“Hey, Kurt, my name is Dale. Uh… You look horrible.”
He stared at the boy in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening.
Nick elbowed his friend, the same look of disbelief on his face.
“What? I’m just saying the truth. Okay, maybe it just didn’t come out right. You look really tired”, Dale muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Kurt sighed. “Yes, you’re not the only one telling me that.”
“Did Nick here annoy you? He may seem shy but he can also be very annoying.”
And if Nick had looked angered and disbelieving before, he now seemed furious. “Shut up.”
“No, it’s alright. But I have to get to my Music Performance class now.” Kurt said.
“Hey, that’s my next class, too!” Dale started grinning brightly.
“I’ll leave you two alone then”, Nick sighed, “I’ll see you after school, Dale, but this time I won’t add extra time to our tutoring lessons if you’re late again so you’re better not, okay?”
This time, Dale rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I won’t be. See you later!”
As they walked to Music Performance class together, Kurt took some time to take a closer look at the boy. He was as tall as Blaine, maybe even smaller and had slightly longer brown hair and even though it looked like he hadn’t brushed it for years, it looked good on him. They were really quiet as they walked, now that Nick was gone Dale seemed to have changed into a shier version of himself.
As the lesson started, Kurt sat down and prepared for another hour of staring at his phone, hoping for a reply from Blaine.
Dale sat down beside the soprano, eyeing him carefully; still wondering what might be wrong with this kid. “You haven’t stopped staring at your phone the whole time. Why is that?”
Suddenly the display lit up and Kurt seemed to wake up from his trance. “Wait a moment!”

Sorry. Things are okay, according to circumstances. I’ll call you tonight. x

Even though Kurt was happy Blaine had finally answered him, he was disappointed. No “I love you?” No “how are you”? It was like he didn’t even care. Sighing, he finally put his phone into his bag, not wanting to pick it up again until Blaine called him tonight.
“So, what did you say?” Kurt whispered, turning to Dale.
“Uh… What’s wrong?”
Kurt stared at the brunette. He didn’t even know him and was supposed to tell him what was going on? Well, maybe it was kind of good idea because he didn’t have anyone else to talk to. And he really needed someone right now.
“Well, it’s a long story…”
But as Dale didn’t seem to look like he minded, Kurt sighed and started to tell him all about his boyfriend and what had happened yesterday. Trying not to become too emotional, Kurt kept his voice down low, also so their teacher wouldn’t notice.
“… and now he’s just texted me back, telling me things were okay but that just doesn’t convince me, you know? I need him to call me and tell me what’s going on.”
So it turned out Dale was a good listener and they continued talking to each other after class and surprisingly, it really did distract Kurt. Finally he didn’t have to worry about Blaine all the time.
“So, Nick is your tutor?” Kurt asked him, as they walked towards the cafeteria together.
“Uh, yeah, I’m kind of bad in everything music. I mean, I can act, a little but Nick is just far better than me. So I asked him if he would tutor me. That’s the only reason though…”
Kurt frowned. “But if you’re so bad, how is it possible for you to be on a school for music and art?”
“My Dad wanted me to go here. And he always gets what he wants, lets just say”, replied, sitting down at one of the tinier tables in the cafeteria, watching Kurt sit down right in front of him. It seemed like he wouldn't have to eat lunch alone today.
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Blaine walked into the hospital anxiously, not sure how his Dad would react to seeing him or how his Mom was doing.
“May I help you?” a young, blonde woman at the reception looked up from her computer.
“Yeah, could you tell me where I can find Mrs. Anderson?”
“Sure. Uh, due to her condition still being critical, she's got a room in the on the first floor. Are you related?”
He sighed, nodding. “Yes, I'm her son.”
“Oh, Blaine Anderson, right? She was asking for you. Well, one of the nurses will take you there then.”
“Thanks”, he said, his voice shaking.
Another blonde women came up to him, and he followed her nervously, praying to god everything would be okay but while entering the critical care unit, he somehow knew things wouldn't get back to normal anytime soon.
Entering the room, the first thing he saw was his mother, lying almost lifelessly in an oversized hospital bed. Fighting back the tears that were dreading to escape his eyes, he stepped closer, when suddenly a strong, rough hand pushed him backwards again.
It took him a moment to realize it was his dad, who was standing in front of him, holding him back. But his expression wasn't anything near friendly or even happy to see his son again. He just seemed angry and frustrated.
“This is your fault. It's because of you, she's here right now.”
Blaine shook his head, looking up at his father in shock. “What..?”
“Because you had to move to New York. All she was thinking about was you because you didn't call once!” his father nearly yelled at him.
“I-I've only been gone for a few days... and w-what does that have to do with the car accident?” Tears started streaming down Blaine's cheeks as he spoke.
“She's was probably too distracted because she was worried about you.” his father screamed as he pushed Blaine back roughly.
That was when the blonde nurse, who had brought Blaine there before, entered the room and shot a disapproving look at the two men. “Mrs. Anderson needs rest. Keep it down a notch.” She gave them another warning glance before she walked away.
Blaine now ignored his father and his attempts to keep him away from the bed and walked towards his mother. Looking down at her, he carefully took her hand. His first thought was that she was asleep, but soon came to realize that she was unconscious. But hadn’t she asked for him earlier?
“Mom?” Blaine whispered, squeezing her hand as gently as he possibly could. “I'm here now. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. And you will be, too, right? You don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm here.”
For a moment, he thought her eyes fluttered but it must've been his imagination. Sighing, he grabbed the nearest chair and sat down on it, never letting go of her hand. What Blaine didn't notice was his father staring daggers at his small figure, apparently really blaming him for what happened to his mother.
The boy had never seen his mother this way. Her dark, long curls were stuck to her face with sweat, her whole body was covered in bruises, she had a plastered leg and she had to be given artificial respiration the whole time. Looking at her, Blaine felt numb. He was afraid to lose her, and it couldn't happen, because unlike his dad, she accepted him the way he was. She always loved him no matter what and even if she couldn't protect him from his dad, she had always been there.
Mr. Anderson left while Blaine continued to sit there for what felt like hours. Suddenly, the blonde came into the room and walked towards Blaine, putting a hand on his shoulder carefully.
“You need to go now, your mom really needs to rest.”
“I thought she had been resting all day”, his own voice was hoarse from crying.
“Yes, but I'm sorry, visiting hours are over.”
Blaine just nodded, bending over to kiss his mother's forehead once before he slowly walked out of the critical care unit.
He didn't want to go home yet and really needed to breathe some fresh air, so he decided to take a walk through the park. The weather wasn't good, it was pretty cold and windy outside, but he didn't care. Walking into the direction of the park, he was almost the only person on the street. Was his father right? Did he really cause the car accident? He did feel guilty for not calling her. That was the moment he remembered he was supposed to call Kurt. Finally reaching the park, he sat down on a bench and took out his phone. While he dialled Kurt's number, the street lights turned on because it was already getting dark.
“Blaine?” Kurt sounded relieved and worried at the same time.
“Hey... How are you? How's New York?”
“I never wanted you to ask me that. You were always supposed to be here with me.” Kurt sighed.
“I know... And I'm sorry for not calling you earlier.”
“It's alright. How is your mom?”
Blaine took a deep breath. “Worse than I imagined. And dad is not making it any better.”
“I-I'm sorry for you, Blaine. I wish I was there with you right now.”
“It's alright. I wish you were here with me, too.” He smiled, taking a look around in the darkness. Suddenly something else came into Blaine's mind, something that distracted him for a moment. “You know what song is stuck in my head right now?”
“No, which one?”, Kurt asked curiously and frowned.
And Blaine started singing it.


Hey there, Kurt Hummel
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But, man, tonight you look so pretty, yes, you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true

Kurt chuckled at his song choice. Blaine was more of a rock, or pop music, fan than he was, that was why he used to get along with Finn. But nevertheless, he did know some of the lyrics. He decided to sing the second verse for him.

Hey there, Blaine Warbler
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen, close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise, I'm by your side


Listening to Kurt singing the next verse for him, tears started streaming over his cheeks. He hadn’t expected him to continue singing the song. Blaine was really a wreck right now and couldn't control his emotions, too many things had happened in the last few hours. But as the song said, he didn't have to be worried, because even if there were miles between his boyfriend and him, Kurt was there for him.
“I love you.” Blaine's voice was low again and he was sobbing.
“I love you, too, Blaine.” Kurt tried not to cry himself as he heard Blaine’s sobs.
“And listen, soon you'll be here with me again and things will be better.” Kurt tried to be careful with his words because he didn't know how bad Blaine's mother was doing, and didn't want to raise Blaine's hopes too high.
“I hope so.” Blaine was tugging at the zipper of his coat, looking to the ground.
“Now rest a bit, honey. Tomorrow is a brand new day, and if there are any news about your Mom, tell me, okay?”
“I will. Talk to you soon.”
“Take care.”
When they finished talking, Blaine put his phone back into his pocket and wiped away the tears from his cheeks. He had to be strong now that he was going home, his Dad wasn't supposed to see that Blaine did feel a little guilty for his mother being in the hospital; exactly how his Dad wanted him to feel.
Suddenly, a snowflake landed on Blaine's nose out of nowhere and he wrinkled it slightly. Raising his head to the sky, another followed, then a third one. It started to snow, and as he got up from the bench, he saw the snowflakes falling from the sky in the light of the street lamp. Blaine sighed, again. He had wanted to be with Kurt the first time it snowed this year, and there he was, in Lima, while his boyfriend was in New York with Rachel.
As he walked out of the park, he was still almost the only one on the streets, except an old woman who was taking her dog for a walk. The ground was covered in snow now, and when Blaine arrived at home, it was snowing even harder. Closing the door behind him, he didn't even look for his Dad and neither did he say a word. He just took off his coat and walked upstairs into his room. Everything was exactly how he left it when he headed off to New York with Kurt. His bed was made but his desk was still slightly untidy, because he had been in rush before they left. Blaine was so tired that he just sank down onto the mattress of his bed without even changing out of his clothes or putting on his pyjamas. He took the CD-Player remote and turned it on, wondering which CD was the last one he had listened to a few days ago. Roxy Music started playing and he turned off the lights. Watching the snowflakes falling down behind his window, he listened to the music.

Do I ever wonder?
More than words can say
Heaven knows it’s hard enough to pray
Let me tell you something
There’s a change in me
Even now you’re gone you’ll always be
My only love

And after a few hours of just listening, Blaine finally fell asleep.


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