"My, my, Blaine Anderson, you look a lot better than you did 4 months ago," teased the posh British accent. Angel's heels clicked as she stepped forward and adjusted the string on her button-up jacket. "You never could wear the right jacket for the season," Blaine said in an unfriendly tone as he gestured towards the window where snow was falling profusely."Fashion is more important that comfort. So, you must be Kurt?" Angel held out her hand, which Kurt took snidely, barely touching palms with the girl. She seemed to notice and simply stuck her hands back in her coat pocket."What do you want, Angel?" Blaine held Kurt's hand as he attempted to move back into his own wheelchair. He was stopped, however, by a nurse who insisted on helping him herself."Can't I just come to visit without any ulterior motives? I do still care about you, despite what you think, Blaine," Angel sighed and picked at a thread on the green chair she'd just taken leave in."I realize that," Blaine wheeled over to his bed and clicked the button for a nurse to assist him in. "But I really, really don't understand why you did what you did. I mean, can't you see now how happy Kurt and I are? I jumped in front of a fucking bus for him."Angel got up as the nurse helped Blaine into his bed. "I'm sorry, but I was honestly just suggesting. You can't hate me forever for just suggesting." "Oh, really?" Kurt jumped into the conversation. "Because I certainly could." The nurse had helped him into his bed as well."Listen, you don't even know me, Kurt. I'm sorry that you had to receive such a bad first impression of me but you really shouldn't judge on a first impression or blame people for something they did only once." Angel stood up and grabbed her purse, not planning on staying. "I'll come to visit soon, Blaine."
"Angel, wait," Blaine stopped her before she could stomp out. "What?" She whipped around, a hopeful smile on her face. Was he going to dump that little fashion conscious bastard in front of her? "Please don't come back." Kurt gasped as his boyfriend basically dumped his best friend from Boston all because of him."Blaine, I..." Angel's eyes filled with tears."Just don't come back here, okay? Maybe I'll call you one day, but... not now, not here. Goodbye, Angel Emerson," Blaine snuggled into his pillow, his voice crackling."Goodbye, Blaine," Angel sniffled as the curtain shut. Kurt shifted in bed. "Blaine, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I-""Don't say anything, Kurt. Please don't," Blaine covered his visible ear with an open pillow."Goodnight, Blaine," Kurt cuddled into his own bed, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep."Goodnight, Kurt," Blaine murmured, not having deafened his ear completely.-Two weeks later-"Do we really, really get to leave?"  Blaine was like a child in a candy store. Kurt giggled at his boyfriend's silliness."Yes," the nurse chuckled. "Here are your orders." Cooper took the papers. Kurt had to spend at least two hours a day sitting or lying down, but otherwise he was free to walk as he wished, he just had to be a little careful.  They had found a medicine that minimized his constant headache to a dull throb. Blaine, however, could only be out of his wheelchair for less than an hour a day, besides sleeping. That didn't mean much, though, because he couldn't even walk. He could barely wiggle his toes, let alone move his foot."Thank you," Cooper smiled and helped to wheel both boys down to the taxi. Once they were inside, the nurses bid both boys goodbye and shut the cab door for them. When they finally arrived home after a ride that seemed like hours, Kurt nearly knocked Blaine into everything. Cooper took control of the wheelchair as Kurt squealed when the door to their apartment opened.To both the boys' surprise, the New Directions and the Hudson-Hummel family were waiting inside with a "Welcome Home!" banner. The apartment was dustless and the carpet freshly vacuumed thanks to Rachel, Kurt could tell. She was the only one, besides Blaine (who didn't even know well), who knew how he liked his house cleaned. That came from years of experience of being in his room for sleepovers. Kurt caught himself thinking in an immature way because of how he'd worded that in his head, but laughed, thinking of Blaine's high school mind."Welcome home, son, Blaine," Burt nodded his greetings and patted both boys on the shoulder.Although he enjoyed the party, Blaine found himself hanging out with Artie all night, depressed. Quinn had been in a wheelchair for a while, but she still didn't understand completely.  Despite his awful night, there was one thing Blaine was looking forward to because of the sly glances and winks from his boyfriend all evening:When everybody left.