I realize I can hear. I just dont know where its coming from. I feel a hand in mine, I dont know whose. I hear some one talking to me. But I dont know why. What is wrong with me? I slowly try to open my eyes. I try really hard. And after a few moments I open them. I see a white room, a women in a long white dress, she looks like a nurse. A nurse. Why a nurse? Suddenly I remember the last thing I did. I went to get some tea. After that its dark. I dont remember. I turn my head to see who is holding my hand. I see a guy with hazel-brow eyes and dark curly hair. Its Blaine. "Bl-Blaine." I try to say. My mouth feels dry.

"Dont try to speak baby. Do you remember what happened." He tells me. I nod at him, I try to remember better. I realize my hands feel weird, and my face. I look at my hand and I see they are burnt. I panic because I dont understand how this could happen. My hand are ugly, I lie back down as far as I can when I see the doctor arrive.

"Hi Mister Hummel, I see you are awake. I am Doctor James. You van call me James. You have been here for a day. We kept you sleep so your skin could heal faster." He tells me. "So here is what we are going to do. You have to put this cream on your hands and face for a week and than I want you to come back so we can see if it help the scars."

We arrived home two hours later. Blaine lead me to the bedroom to put me in bed. "Stay?" I ask him weak. He nods and got under the covers with me. " Im so glad you are okay, you scared me bad. I woke up at the sound of you screaming. I dont want that to happen another time." Blaine whispers at me. I get closer to him and try to cuddle into him. Even if it hurts a bit.

"Will you sing to me?" I ask him smiling. I see him thinking of a song. He takes a breath, looks at me and start to sing.

They say were young and we dont know

We wont find out until we grow

Well I dont know if all thats true

Cause you got me, and baby I got you

Babe,

I got you babe

I got you babe

They say our love wont pay the rent

Before its earned, our moneys all been spent

Well I guess thats so, we dont have a pot

But at least Im sure of all the things weve got

Babe,

I got you babe

I got you babe

I got flowers in the spring I got you to wear my ring

And when Im sad, youre a clown

And if I get scared, youre always around

So let them say your hairs too longao

Cause I dont care, with you I cant go wrong

Oh then put your little hand in mine

There aint no hill or mountain we cant climb

Babe,

I got you babe

I got you babe

I got you to hold my hand

I got you to understand

I got you to walk with me

I got you to talk with me

I got you to kiss goodnight

I got you to hold me tight

I got you and I wont let go

I got you to love me so

I got you babe

I got you babe

I feel myself falling asleep in the arms of my one true love, maybe I need to ask him to marry me.

A week later and I still have these ugly scars everywhere on my hands, the once on my face are fading away. I went to the doctor and he told me everything is okay as far as it can be.

But I still think my hands are ugly. I stand in front if the mirror looking at myself when I see Blaine entered the room. "Babe, are you okay?" He asks me and for the first time in a week I let my walls come down and start crying. Blaine grabs me and hold me until I stopped crying. "Shh, everything is gonna be okay, you are beautiful baby. Even if you think you are not, you are. I will always tell you how beautiful you are. You are my prince charming, you are my one true love and you are my soulmate. And you are beautiful."

"That sounded like you were going to propose or something." I say, giggling at him. He just grabs my cheeks and kisses me. We kiss for a few minutes when I walk back towards the bed. I need my future-husband to show me how much he loves me. Even if he doesnt know he will be my husband yet.