Kurt headed over towards the chair beside Blaine's bed. Once he sat down he took a closer look at him. Most of his body was covered in a cast or bandages and they made it hard to tell if it was actually Blaine lying on the bed. Kurt thought that maybe the doctor had made a mistake. This couldn't be his Blaine. His Blaine was probably off in another room with a twisted ankle or broken wrist. Kurt could deal with that amount of damage, but he couldn't deal with this. He felt like his whole body was going to shatter. His heart was aching. His precious Blaine… oh god what had happened to his Blaine.

Blaine's hand was lying limp on the bed when Kurt reached for it. It didn't have its normal warmth, or its steady, firm, grasp. It felt lifeless in Kurt's hand. That didn't make him not grasp it firmly himself though. He held onto it as if it was his lifeline, like he might fall away into a black hole or float away in space if he didn't keep himself grounded.

Kurt sat there in that same position, with Blaine's hand in his, for what felt like an eternity. He was lost in his mind, thinking about some way he could have prevented all of this from happening when he felt a finger twitch. He whipped his head up to look at Blaine's face, only to be disappointed when he saw that his eyes weren't opened. Perhaps it had only been his imagination. Sometimes when he wanted something so bad he started to imagine it happening. Because right now, the only thing he wanted was for Blaine to wake up. He wanted him to open his beautiful hazel eyes, look over at Kurt and smile. He just wanted to see Blaine smile. Because if he did that, Kurt knew everything would be alright.

There is was again though, the twitch. Instead of ignoring it this time, Kurt leaned in towards Blaine's ear and whispered softly.

“Blaine sweetie, its Kurt. I know you might not be able to hear me right now, but I want you to know I love you. You scared me for a bit there, I wasn't sure what had happened to you. But you don't need to worry because everything's going to be alright. You're a fighter and I know you'll be able to pull through and recover from this. You just have to open your eyes. Please Blaine, just… I just need you to open your eyes.” Kurt didn't know what he had been hoping for after he finished talking. Maybe for his words, or even his voice, to have a healing effect on Blaine. For him to bound out of bed and ask why Kurt's cheeks were tear stained. For him to assure Kurt that he was fine, that the doctors had made a mistake and his injuries weren't as bad as they had said they were.

None of that happened though. But Kurt did continue to feel Blaine's finger twitch. Maybe he was slowly starting to wake up, but hadn't become conscious enough to hear Kurt yet. Hopefully it wouldn't be long.

***

“You're sure this is normal? For him not to have woken up yet?” Kurt had only been there for three hours, but those three hours felt like an eternity.

“It's completely normal, with the pain meds he's on and his anesthesia only having worn of maybe an hour ago. I would suspect he will be waking up in the next one to two hours. When he does, just press that button beside the bed and I'll come check in as soon as I can.” With that, the doctor smiled and left the room.

Having to wait another minute made Kurt feel like his brain would explode, let alone another two hours. Although it must be his lucky day, not quite literally because he was in a hospital after all, because only five minutes later he heard a grunt come from Blaine. The grunting soon turned into mumbled words, but they were too incoherent for Kurt to actually be able to tell what they were. He squeezed Blaine's hand tighter and started talking to him again.

“I'm right here sweetie. Don't be afraid, I'm right here.” He started rubbing soothing circles with his thumb across the top of Blaine's hand, hoping that the feeling might help wake him up.

When Kurt had been a sophomore he had found out that his friend Mercedes had a crush on him. That same year his dad had had a heart attack. Neither of those surprising and shocking events could have prepared him for what happened next though. The words that were whispered into the air nearly made his heart stop. They were words he had thought he'd never hear from Blaine's lips ever again.

“Mom… mom… dad.” Blaine's face was scrunching up as he mumbled those words, and Kurt could see his eyes move around beneath his lids. Not for the first time since Kurt had met Blaine did he wish that he knew what was going on inside that head of his, buried beneath all the curls. Why in god's name would he want his parents? He hadn't talked to them for almost two years, ever since he left for NYADA. Blaine had pretty much deleted them from his life. He never talk about them, and if by some accident they did get brought up he would quickly change the topic.

Kurt didn't know exactly what had happened between the three of them. He did know that they had never been supportive of Blaine and him being gay. On the one occasion that he had met them, it had been at a parent teacher night at McKinley. They had made polite conversation with him and his dad, but he could see the looks on their face. They weren't trying at all to hide the disapproval that they felt. It hadn't bothered Kurt much, as he was used to it, but his dad had nearly lost it. Kurt had pulled him away before he'd said too much, knowing that his dad wouldn't have held back once he got started.

Blaine's eyelids had started to flutter now, trying to open fully. Kurt reached over to press the button on the right of the bed, knowing that it would take a while for the doctor to arrive and hopefully Blaine would be fully alert when he did.

Kurt was squeezing Blaine's had so hard he thought that he might break it. He quickly loosened his grip, not wanting to cause him any more pain than he was already in, when he heard Blaine mumbled a complete phrase for the first time that evening.

“Who are you?”