Storm – Chapter 13

The hospital room was cold and lonely. Kurt didn't exactly remember the ride up Hartford Hospital and he didn't feel like straining his mind to remember. Of the things he did remember, one stuck out. Blaine arguing with the EMTs that dug them out of snow pile. He protested trying to ride in the ambulance with Kurt, Blaine wanted them to go together. They didn't allow it of course, saying that Blaine needed to be treated as well and that there wasn't enough room in one ambulance to treat them both. Kurt, no matter how he felt, was glad that Blaine was not on the ride. He needed space to think. Think of what he done and what may bring.

Kurt starred to the TV that hung on the wall in front of him the scratchy blankets pulled tightly up to his chin. He growled at them, hatred sent toward them. He hated hospital blankets. They were scratchy, ugly, and had absolute warmth to them. Their smell reminded him of the times where he laid with his mother as they watched the early morning cartoons everyday spent in the hospital. A happy but also sad memory of his childhood. Sighing, he turned in the bed facing the door; trying to ignore the tears crawling up his throat.

To make matters worse Kurt didn't know if anything was wrong with him. No one has entered the room since he woke up. Actually, he didn't really care. He just wanted to go home. If he just had stayed home, then none of this would have happened. He would not have been stranded in a car or stranded with Blaine. He wouldn't have anything to do with Blaine. He would have been home sleeping or getting ready for another day shopping with Mercedes he would have breakfast with his father and most importantly, his v-card would be in his possession.

But that wasn't reality. Kurt didn't have his family or his warm bed. And he didn't have his virginity. Blaine, who was somewhere in this hospital probably laughing what he and Kurt had done; laughing at how pathetic Kurt is. Kurt could almost hear his father's words "You Matter" echoing through his ears. He sucked in a shuddering breath pulling the blanket up tightly around his chin. He was alone and scared (partially, maybe, violated) and all he wanted was his daddy.

A soft knock maybe the boy jump. He quickly wiped his eyes with the scratchy blanket and sat up putting on a brave face. Kurt didn't say a word just stared blankly at the wooden door. It slowly opened with enough space for Nathan's head to pop in. A bit of relief rushed over Kurt and he gave a small smile to the familiar face. He was happy that is wasn't the doctor. He wasn't ready for that yet.

"Kurt! Oh thank heavens!" Nathan rejoiced entering the room Jeffery trailing right behind. "How are you? Are you feeling okay?" Kurt just shrugged his shoulders. Nathan's smile dwindled.

"We called your father. He was worried sick but he is happy that you were found," Jeffery announced. Nathan sat down on the best giving the best smile he could. Kurt opened his mouth but nothing came out. "He'll be expecting your call when we get you back to the house." Kurt nodded. The air in the room shifted with some tension.

"So, we tried to see Blaine, he's in the room across the hall, but kicked us out saying that we should be with you instead." Jeffery nervously laughed. Kurt winced at Blaine's name. "Still the same Blaine…" Jeffery frowned.

Rachel. Kurt wondered why they haven't mentioned anything about Rachel yet. Was she here? Was she found? Or…

"Kurt, we are really sorry that this has happened and we know that Blaine is really not your favorite persona. I apologize if anything went sour," Nathan started. "I can only hope that Blaine acted like a civil person, but you never know with him."

"It's okay," But it really wasn't. He didn't like anything that went on. And he couldn't believe that Nathan and Jeffery think so little of their son.

There was another knock at the door and in walked the doctor.

A few hours later, found Kurt back at the house. The first thing that he did was call his father. His father was a nervous wreck but Kurt calmed him down enough that he wouldn't come to Connecticut on the next flight available. Now, he was placed on the sofa in the living room. He shifted awkwardly, slowly crossing his leg over the other. Blaine sat silently next to Kurt on the two person sofa. Kurt was stone, unable to have enough courage to even look at over at Blaine. He couldn't view the possible sight of pride upon Blaine face. The satisfaction of sleeping with a virgin written there. Kurt let Blaine have exactly what he wanted and he wouldn't be able to see that written on the boy's face with breaking down.

The room was filled with police officers crowded around. People going in and out the front door. The snow had stopped falling hours ago and only certain roads were plowed so far and Rachel was still nowhere to be found. Everyone was beginning to get extremely anxious and antsy. Jeffery's eyes danced around the room frantically as if Rachel would just walk in from the other room stating that she had been taking a nap the whole time. But they all knew that wasn't going to happen.

They were all just waiting. Waiting for news. Any news. Good. Bad. Anything. Hopefully, good news.

"We switched plane tickets and sending you guys' home tomorrow," Nathan spoke up. Kurt eyed him carefully, surprised by this decision.

"What?" Blaine moved forward in his seat. "You can't, but Ra-"

"We'd think it best that Kurt goes home to his father and family. And we would appreciate it if you went with him. So Kurt doesn't-" Nathan cleared his throat. "So Kurt isn't alone on the ride home." Kurt crossed his arms across his chest looking away uncomfortably sinking back farther into the seat. Now he was the cause of Blaine leaving. Him and his stupid anxiety.

"Bu-" A heavy knock on the front door interrupted Blaine. Everyone froze eyes moving to the blue painted door. No one wanted to move. No one wanted anticipation to continue, but no one wanted to know who it was. Afraid of what was to come. Jeffery stood gaining courage, Nathan in close step behind him. The police officer closest to the door answered it showing a different police officer with a solid expression. He entered and all eyes glued on him.

Kurt watched him afar as the police man inched over to the couple. Kurt was too far away to hear what he was saying but it wasn't hard to make out what was said. Jeffery fell into Nathan's side. Nathan wrapping an arm around him tightly and that is when Kurt knew. The sofa shifted under Kurt. He turned to look to where Blaine was placed before, but he wasn't there anymore

Kurt took a staggered breath, this was all too much, and couldn't stay in that room anymore. He stood and ran to the stairs. He needed space; room to breathe. There were too many people in that living room. The walk up the stairs felt long and tedious to Kurt. Each step felt hard and heavy as if the weight of the world was pressing down on his shoulders. His foot slipped and he almost face planted on the steps, almost. He felt drunk and dizzy. He had to be dreaming. He had to be back in the car stranded, because none of this could be real. There is no way that death like this would be knocking at the door. At Kurt's door once again.

He walked with a trance until a noise broke him back to himself. He glanced around quickly noticing the door to Blaine's room was ajar and quite sobs were flowing out into the hallway. Kurt inched closer to the door ignoring the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach to go the other way. He pushed the door open slowly.

"Blaine?" his voice was barely a whisper. The blinds were closed over the windows causing the room to be dark. A streak of light scanned across the bed letting Blaine's outline to be shown. He laid face down into the pillow, chest moving heavily, vapidly. Kurt's heart ached for the dark haired boy, even if he didn't completely understand him. How could someone with so much hate cry so hard for someone he treated badly, horribly?

Kurt moved closer to Blaine ignoring the continuous feeling in his stomach. It screamed run. Kurt slowly sat down on the bed, trying not to startle the boy. He stretched his arm out to the touch Blaine's shoulder, but stopped midair.

You could leave, Kurt's mind spoke. You're not far in, yet. Just stand up and walk out of the room. Why help someone that has hut you before? Because I'm not that person. One to hurt someone. Kurt argued back.

But before he could place a hand upon Blaine, Kurt found himself altered around so that he was lying on the bed with Blaine's arms wrapped tightly around Kurt's torso and face buried deep into his chest. Kurt was frozen in shock with his hear racing, pounding in his ears. He was scared of what Blaine was to do next, waiting for the next move that would never come. Blaine stayed where he was crying and clinging to Kurt like his life depended on it.

Kurt slowly calmed down listening to the sounds of Blaine's soft cried. Kurt placed his hand gently on Blaine's curl waiting for him to recoil, but he didn't. So Kurt let his fingers run through the dark curls in a calming way. And before Kurt knew it, he was crying too.

"Shh, Blaine. It is going to be okay," with his other hand Kurt wiped away his own tears knowing that was he said was a lie. Because nothing was going to be the same, not when Rachel was not going to go home with them the same way that she had come.

Blaine didn't respond, just held on tighter.

Kurt woke with a start nervously looking around the dark room. His dream was so live, so real. He dreamt that he was back in that car doing what he regret most about this whole week besides coming on this trip. Kurt was sweaty, hot, and having trouble breathing from the weight upon his chest.

Looking down, curls lay askew exactly where they were before he had fallen asleep. The room was silent with the exception of Blaine's shallows breathe informing Kurt that he was asleep.

Kurt sighed lightly; this would be the time to leave. He didn't know how Blaine was to act waking and finding Kurt there. Yes, he accepted Kurt on entry, but that was he was vulnerable and inattentive.

He slid carefully out from under Blaine. Successfully not waking him. Blaine shifted grabbing on to the pillow to replace Kurt's missing body. Before entering the hallway he gave one more look to Blaine sighing.

The house was quite but Kurt couldn't find peace to help him fall back asleep. He wished that he was back in Blaine's room. Stuffed comfortably in Blaine's arms where he felt okay. Where he felt safe. No. Stop.

The clock read six in the morning but his body said twelve in the afternoon. His mind ran rapid but nothing was making sense. The puzzle pieces didn't fit. He couldn't find himself to cry or destroy something. He felt emotionless. Drained. He packed his bag for today's flight back home. Then, did nothing. Nothing but sit and stare absentmindedly at the blank wall.

Kurt stayed by himself. Food was not important. He wasn't hungry. How could he eat when he couldn't even stomach his empty stomach? He was afraid to leave the room to face all the others within the house. But when it came time to leave for the airport, he had to see them then. Jeffery and Nathan said their goodbyes and Kurt noticed their red eyes and tear streaked cheeks, but he expected nothing less. Blaine wasn't seen until it was time to leave. He didn't say goodbye to anyone just left the house to wait in the car.

Security at the airport was quick, which was surprising to Kurt. Blaine didn't say anything. He didn't even look at Kurt while they waited to board. And Kurt didn't know what to do or say. So they left it at that. Everything was moving too fast or maybe so slow that it seemed to go fast. Nothing made sense. Who knew that this one trip would change everything? That one day, one thing would just all fell apart. Mirrored to that one day many years ago that Kurt remembers perfectly.

When the seat belt light flicked on the plane, Blaine's hand returned to Kurt's holding on tightly like it had on the flight there. But Kurt didn't need Blaine's hand this time because he didn't feel scared. Kurt didn't feel anything at all. He was lost and confused and Blaine's hand attached to his didn't help and Kurt couldn't seem to take it away. That is where is sat. That is where it remained until they left the plane when it landed in Ohio.

The flight was tiring and stressful. Kurt didn't want to go home. He didn't want to go anywhere. He didn't want to face the reality of Ohio. He didn't want to be flushed with memories that would pain him till the end. But that all changed when Kurt found his father in the crowd waiting for him at the airport. Tears stung in his pretty eyes upon seeing him. Kurt ran. He ran so fast but it seemed forever to be in his father's arms.

"Kurt, you're okay. Everything will be okay," his father comforted him. But Kurt knew it wouldn't. He just held on to his father tightly and that is when the tears began to fall and they didn't seem to stop.