Kurt stands at the entrance to ICU and breathes in deep, fighting the urge to sob. Blaine standing right behind him, concerned puppy-dog expression on his face, not helping to relieve Kurt’s anxiety.
Kurt reaches up to wipe the stray tear that manages to fall, and squares his shoulders, pressing forward and pushing open the door. He doesn’t check to see if Blaine follows him, doesn’t care.
Kurt makes his way down the corridor, concentrating as hard as he can to stop the tears from flowing down his face. He checks in at the nurse’s station to make sure he’s allowed entranced, returning the young woman’s kind smile. When he reaches his father’s room, he doesn’t pause, just walks right in through the open door and sits in the chair by the bed, exactly where he left it the last time he visited. Kurt glances back at Blaine, fully acknowledging him for the first time since they left the ER. “You can come in, Blaine.” Kurt states, gesturing to another seat in the corner of the room.
Working his hardest to ignore the fact his ex-boyfriend is sitting in the corner, Kurt reaches out with his good hand and grips his father’s tightly. Here and now he can’t fight the tears and the begin to stream in torrents down his cheeks. But Kurt ignores them, focusing as best he can through his tear-blurred eyes at his father’s face, willing him to wake up.
“Dad, I’m here,” risking a slight glance upward, Kurt makes eye contact with the boy across the room as he says, “and Blaine’s here, Dad. Blaine’s with me.”
Blaine smiles encouragingly, and Kurt feels his break a little more. How Blaine can still manage to be so charming and nonchalant when Kurt’s been a complete mess for the last month. To be honest it pisses him off, which in turn causes a sob to erupt from his throat and a fresh wave of tears to roll down his face. Kurt lays his head down on the mattress, still clutching his father’s hand, and sobs, his entire body shaking from the force of the sobbing.
Twenty minutes later, once he’s cried himself dry and his eyes are sore, Kurt sits up and glances at his father’s still unresponsive figure. “I need to get home, Dad, but I’ll be back tomorrow. Promise. I love you.” Kurt stands and the bends down to press a tender kiss to his father’s forehead. When he straightens up, he catches sight of Blaine, and his heart stops for a second. “I forgot you were here, sorry.” Kurt apologizes, awkwardly smoothing the front of his shirt.
Blaine stands and makes his way over to Kurt, pausing only a few feet away from him. “Let me take you home?” Blaine offers, and as much as Kurt wants to deny his offer, as much as he wishes he wasn’t, he’s still under Blaine’s spell, and before he realizes what he’s doing, he agrees. With one last glance at his father, he brushes past Blaine and walks out the door, Blaine close behind him.
Once in the corridor, Blaine falls silently into step beside him. He offers no words, for which Kurt is grateful, but the silence between them isn’t awkward; it never has been.
When they reach the parking lot, Kurt immediately slides into the passenger seat. Blaine still has the keys and he’s too tired to fight.
Blaine stops at Taco Bell and orders supper for the two of them, despite Kurt telling him he’s not hungry. When they pull into the drive-way of Kurt’s house, Blaine kills the ignition and gets out, moving around to Kurt’s side.
When Blaine opens his door, clearly ready to help him out, Kurt’s still firmly seated and buckled, arms crossed across his chest.
“Kurt, c’mon, let me help you inside.”
And that’s when Kurt snaps.
Ignoring the fact that his hand is casted, Kurt wrenches off the seatbelt and kicks his way out of the car, roughly shoving Blaine’s outstretched hand out of the way. Without grabbing any of his possessions, Kurt storms up the walk to the house, slamming his good fist against the front door when he realizes it’s locked.
Turning around, he sees Blaine standing exactly where he left him by the car, baffled expression on his face.
“Blaine! I need my keys!” Kurt shouts, refusing to acknowledge how high pitched and pathetic he sounds.
Snapping out of it, Blaine reaches through the open car door to the center console and grabs the bag of food and drinks before walking to where Kurt’s standing, kicking the Navigator’s door shut behind him.
The sun has long since set, and the air is chill as Blaine races to hand Kurt the keys. Once they’re inside, Blaine kicks off his shoes and moves to set the food down on the kitchen table. Kurt follows him into the kitchen, face expressionless like he’s in a trance. But then he’s snapping out of it, and he’s furious. Absolutely furious.
“What the hell is your problem, Blaine?” Kurt all but screams, his small frame trembling with unveiled fury. “Why the hell are you here? Why the hell do you care?”
It takes a moment for Blaine to process Kurt’s change of mood, and then he too is screaming.
“I’m here to help you, Kurt! What do you think I’m doing?”
“I don’t know! First you break up with me for no reason, treat me like shit for a month and now you’re suddenly so…so supportive, and…and caring…and here! And I just don’t fucking get it! What are you getting at?”
“You’re all alone, Kurt! Your dad’s in the hospital, your wrist is broken, and I figured you could use a friend right now!” Blaine retorts.
Kurt throws his hands up in the air, then brings them back down with a smack against his thighs, a humorless laugh escaping his lips. “That’s what you’re calling this? You being a friend? Oh my god, I can’t even, Blaine. We’re not…friends! We’re not anything. Not since you just left me.” Kurt’s face is bright red and he’s breathing hard, but he doesn’t care. He can’t understand what Blaine’s getting at, and he’s so angry that he’s just…there and as perfect as ever, acting like nothing’s wrong.
“Kurt, I can explain,” Blaine begins, but Kurt cuts him off.
“Yeah, I’m sure you can, Blaine. Sure you can now, now that it doesn’t matter, now that it won’t fix anything. I’m sure now you can explain yourself.” Kurt knows he’s being unfair. He still wants to know, that’s all he ever wanted – an explanation.
“Kurt, just let me explain to you!”
But despite Kurt’s curiosity, he’s still pissed. He’s still got several weeks worth of pent up anger just waiting to explode, and so he continues.
“Explain? Yeah! You do that, Blaine. Explain how one minute we’re fine! Making plans for the future, and figuring things out together, and the next you’re telling me I’m just not enough anymore, and that you have to go. Explain that, Blaine Anderson. Explain walking out the door and leaving me sobbing on my bedroom floor. Explain ignoring my calls and texts, ignoring me at school, refusing to sit by me in Glee club. Jesus Christ, Blaine. Explain to me what the fuck I did!”
Kurt pants heavily and crosses his arms as he fights to catch his breath, lost in his rant. Blaine’s just standing at the other side of the kitchen, arms hanging limply at his side as he stares at Kurt incredulously.
“I-I Kurt, I never meant anything I said you, you’ve gotta believe me. I-I was just under a lot of pressure, what with my dad and all, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I said those things to you and I especially wasn’t thinking clearly when I broke up with you.” Blaine takes a careful step forward, then another, hands outstretched in front of him as if he were approaching a scared animal, and continues, “Kurt, I ignored your calls and texts because I was so ashamed and upset for what I’d done, and I didn’t know what to say. And then I couldn’t sit by you in Glee rehearsals because I couldn’t face you, knowing what I’d done. I was a coward.” By now Blaine’s standing directly in front of Kurt’s motionless form.
Tentatively, Blaine reaches forward and rests his hand on Kurt’s tear stained cheek. Kurt flinches, but doesn’t step away, his tear glazed eyes flicking up to Blaine’s. “Kurt, I –,“ Blaine begins, but then Kurt’s slamming his lips against Blaine’s, and then Blaine’s responding. The kiss is rough and all tongue and teeth but oh so needed. Careful of Kurt’s broken wrist, Blaine backs them up until Kurt’s back hits the kitchen counter, and then Blaine’s hoisting him up and moving to stand between his legs, neither one of them breaking the kiss.
When they break apart for air, Kurt’s face is pained, and it breaks Blaine’s heart. Breaks him to know he’s the reason for Kurt looking so…broken.
“C’mere,” Blaine says, and hoists Kurt’s light frame into his arms bridle style. Carefully, he maneuvers them to living room, and sets them both on the couch, Kurt resting in his lap.
Pressing his forehead to the side of Kurt’s face, Blaine speaks quietly.
“Kurt, I…I never meant to hurt you. I loved – I love you, and I’m so, so sorry. I am so sorry I hurt you and then offered no explanation. I’m sorry I left you to draw your own conclusions and blame yourself. Kurt, it wasn’t you, not at all. You’ve gotta belive that.”
Kurt sighs, and then he’s turning his head to gently press a kiss to Blaine’s lips. “I…I forgive you. I just…I wish you’d explained. I didn’t…take it well, I guess. I love you too.” He finishes with a smile.
Smiling in return, Blaine kisses him, shifting so he’s laying on the couch, Kurt straddling his hips on top of him. They stay that way for a few minutes, just kissing and breathing each other in.
After a while, Kurt reaches between them and begins to one-handedly unbutton Blaine’s shirt. In return, Blaine reaches down to lift Kurt’s sweatshirt over his head.
Only once they’re shirtless, naked chest pressed together, does Kurt remember the cuts adorning his arms in decorative patterns. And then it’s too late, Blaine’s already staring at them, an unreadable expression on his face.
Kurt quickly sits up and grapples for his shirt, meaningless apologies falling from his lips. “I’m sorry, Blaine. I-I, I’m sorry.”
But then Blaine’s standing there beside him, looking at him with nothing but concern and…love.
“Kurt… What happened?” Blaine asks, gesturing to arms Kurt’s desperately trying to cover. “Why would you do this?” But there’s no venom or judgment in his words. He’s all genuine concern and love.
Kurt sighs and looks anywhere but Blaine’s face as he speaks.
“I-I don’t know. I was just so upset, and I didn’t know what to do. You’re usually the one I come to when I don’t know what to do, and you…you weren’t there, and I just…I could control this.” Kurt still refuses to meet Blaine’s gaze, until gentle fingers lift his chin up, forcing his eyes to meet Blaine’s.
“I am so, so sorry, Kurt. I’ll never be able to fully apologize to you. Those…those cuts are my fault, and I can’t…I can’t undo them, but, if you’ll let me, I’d do my best to prove to you how sorry I am and how much I love you. Please, I’m so sorry, Kurt.”
“It’s okay, Blaine. I forgive you, of course I do,” Kurt replies, and he’s smiling, smiling like he hasn’t in over a month, and then they’re kissing again, Blaine’s fingers gently tracing the scars on Kurt’s arms.
They fall back on the couch and kiss some more, the food on the kitchen counter long forgotten. They fall asleep there, wrapped in each other’s embrace.
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The next morning dawns bright and sunny, to an obnoxiously ringing phone. Kurt rubs his eyes free of the remnants of sleep and looks down at Blaine’s still peacefully asleep form, a fond smile across his lips.
Carefully disentangling himself, Kurt moves as quickly as his just-woken-up self can to kitchen, and grabs the phone from the hook on wall, pressing talk.
“Hello?”
“Hello, is this Kurt Hummel, son of Burt Hummel?”
“Yes,” Kurt says carefully, sure bad news is coming his way.
“This is Doctor Shepard, from Lima Memorial. I’m happy to inform you your father, Burt, has woken from his coma. You’re welcome to come down to the hospital whenever.”
Kurt can’t help the stupid grin that spreads across his face, “We’ll be right there! Thank you!”
Hanging up the phone, Kurt yells at the top of his lungs into the living room, “BLAINE! MY DAD’S AWAKE!” And then he runs and jumps on top of Blaine, smothering his face in kisses.
Finally, Kurt thinks, things are back as they should be.

Fin
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