Blaine (Present)

            “Caroline, what did you do?” The nurse and the Doctor were both looking at Blaine, slightly alarmed. Kurt had practically collapsed into Blaine as the sedation kicked in and Blaine was struggling under the warm weight of Kurt as he tried to keep him sitting up and support the arm that the doctor hadn’t finished casting. While Blaine had to admit that if he didn’t have to support Kurt’s arm so the cast wouldn’t get messed up, this would have felt pretty nice. Kurt’s head was snuggled in between his neck and his shoulder and his hair just smelt so good.

            Get a hold of yourself! Boundaries, Blaine. You met Kurt today. That doesn’t give you the right to smell his hair and act like this is a completely normal interaction between a volunteer and a patient, he thought.

            Looking back on his actions of the day, Blaine wasn’t incredibly proud of himself. He knew better than to be like this, spending all day with one patient, encouraging them to find solace just by looking at you so you could unrequitedly stare into their crystal blue eyes, hugging them, sitting with arms pressed close all afternoon…But, then again, this wasn’t just any patient. This was Kurt. He couldn’t help himself, really. Kurt was so vulnerable. Although he had never met Kurt before, he had a feeling Kurt wasn’t so open with anyone as much as he was today talking to Blaine. The way his eyes shone when he found out Blaine was gay; well…he didn’t want to admit to himself that his stomach did a couple of flips. Although they didn’t have much time to talk, Blaine knew they already had a few things in common: they both were bullied for being gay, they both were in their respective Glee clubs and Blaine had a feeling they both had an appreciation for Vogue, if only because he swore he saw Kurt’s Marc Jacobs jacket in the October issue. Blaine knew it must be difficult for Kurt to be at McKinley. He couldn’t imagine that a lot of the kids there were very accepting of gay people, much like Blaine’s old high school.

            He must be brave, thought Blaine. Ohio was so restricting for gay people and Blaine could only imagine how much stuff Kurt had to go through on a daily basis at school. Blaine shuddered at the sinking feeling in his stomach. Just thinking of Kurt being thrown against lockers and thrown into dumpsters made him feel sick. Kurt didn’t deserve that. No more than Blaine deserved to get the crap beating out of him for asking a boy he liked to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Blaine let out a sigh. Usually he tried to avoid thinking deeply about the homophobia plaguing the country because he always ended up in the worst mood. He definitely was not in a bad position currently, with Kurt in his arms, dead asleep and he decided to place these thoughts in the back of his mind for now so he wouldn’t get all worked up.

            “No need to worry,” said the doctor, laughing a little. “Kurt hasn’t eaten anything all day, so the medication worked a little faster than we thought it would and had a little extra punch. He’ll be fine. I don’t think Blaine minds though, do you Caroline?”

“Not at all,” she said with a smirk. Blaine glared at her across the room. The doctor quickly finished off the cast and helped Blaine disentangle himself from Kurt and settled him comfortably in the bed. Blaine didn’t have the heart or willpower to follow the doctor and Caroline out the door. Kurt’s family still hadn’t made it in from Columbus and Blaine knew how scary it was to wake up alone, disorientated from medication.

Blaine,  October, 2008

            Before he even opened his eyes, Blaine was conscious of the steady beeping coming from something on his left side. His head felt heavy and his eyelids felt weighed down by an invisible force. As he became more aware, Blaine was conscious of a constant throbbing everywhere in his body. He struggled to open his eyes and he started to panic when they wouldn’t open immediately. The steady beeping next to his head picked up. What’s going on? He tried to take a deep breath to compose himself but he was stopped mid breath from a intense burning throughout his chest. He thought back to the Sadie Hawkins dance and the hard kicks to his sides. Blaine was pretty sure he wasn’t in this much pain while he was being beaten within an inch of his life. He tried to focus on opening his eyes, but the pain coursing through his body was distracting and the heaviness of sleep was calling him.

Just open your eyes Blaine; it’s not that hard, he thought.

He powered through the heaviness and finally, success. Blaine realized he was in a hospital room, a room that was fairly similar to the ones he had been in many times while volunteering. His heart sunk when he looked around the room and his parents were nowhere to be found. He closed his eyes again. He didn’t even know what day it was, or if he was truly okay. Panic rose up in his chest again, What if I’m not okay? What if something is really wrong? What if I’m not actually here and I’m just imagining all of this? Tears sparked up in Blaine’s eyes and the beeping next to him was becoming steadily faster. Suddenly Blaine turned his attention to the unmistakable squeaking of rubber soles against linoleum.

“Blaine?” Caroline’s sweet southern drawl soothed a little of Blaine’s panic.

“Caroline?” Blaine voice came out as a squeaky whisper. He let out a painful sob. “What’s going on? Am I okay?”

Blaine felt the cool press of Caroline’s hand on his warm forehead, pushing back his matted curls.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey. Don’t you worry. We’ve been taking good care of you. You’re mama’s just downstairs getting a cup of coffee. She’ll be back soon.”

“What about…?” He whispered.

“He’s fine,” Caroline said pointedly. “Don’t worry about it right now, okay? Everything’s been taken care of.”

The beeping next to Blaine’s head slowed down once more.

“Caroline, what in the world is that beeping coming from?”

She laughed softly, “It’s your heart monitor, sweetie.”

Blaine looked at her, alarmed. “Did I actually need one of those Caroline?”

“It’s nothing to worry about Blaine; you were out for two days. We needed to make sure we knew your health status at all times.”

“I was asleep for two days? Really? Is that normal?” Blaine looked up at Caroline with fear in his eyes.

Caroline sat down next to Blaine on the bed and took his hand with her own.

“We’ve been giving you morphine for the pain, honey. You were practically hysterical when they brought you in because you were in so much pain and you were so terrified. They didn’t want you to make any of your own injuries worse, so they decided to sedate you for at least a couple of days. Your doctor told me this morning to lessen the dose, so that’s why you are awake and talking to me right now.”

Blaine suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired from his short bout of panic. Caroline’s presence was comforting and Blaine felt safe enough to fall back asleep. As long as Caroline was watching him, he knew he’d be fine.

“Can I go back to sleep Caroline?” he asked quietly.

“Of course, sweetie. I’m not letting you stay in dreamland for quite as long this time though, okay? I missed you.”

Blaine hummed. “Can you stay until I fall asleep? I don’t want to be by myself.”

Caroline gripped his hand a little tighter, anchoring herself to the sweet boy.

“Of course.”

Blaine, Present

Blaine was sitting next to Kurt’s bed, his elbows leaning on the bed and his head resting on his forearms. He was drifting between daydreaming and dozing. Kurt was still sleeping peacefully next to him, his casted arm resting close to Blaine’s face. Kurt had been asleep for an hour and thankfully Blaine’s mother hadn’t finished her surgery. Blaine didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.

“Pssst. Blaine!”

Blaine turned his head towards the loud whisper coming from the door. Sierra was standing at the door, hip cocked and her eyebrow raised. She held a Kindle and a Sharpie in her hand.

“Sierra? What are you doing?” Blaine asked quietly.

Sierra walked towards him and held out the objects in her hand.

“Caroline stopped by and I asked her where you went. I thought you got locked in the morgue or something. She led me here and told me about your new crush,” she said, drawing out the last work in a sing song voice. “So, this is Kurt? He’s cute Blaine. You should ask him out.”

“Sierra, we just met today. We barely know each other!” Blaine whispered. “Will you at least lower your voice a decibel or two? Don’t wake him up. He’s had a bad day.”

“Oh, well, I’m sure his day got a lot better when he met you,” she said with a wink. “Anyways, here, I brought you entertainment.” She held out her Kindle and the sharpie.

Blaine took the things from her, puzzled by the marker. “What’s this for?”

Sierra rolled her eyes, “Blaine. Kurt has a cast on his arm. He’s asleep. It’s like the universe wants you to draw silly things on it.”

Blaine frowned at her. “No. No way. Kurt would kill me. He’s very fashion conscious Sierra, I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate silly doodles drawn in silver on his cast.”

She smiled and shook her head at Blaine, “Always the dapper gentleman, aren’t you? Or maybe it’s because you’re just in love.”

Blaine huffed out a breath, “Will you stop teasing me please?”

“Fine, but come with me for just a second. I want to talk to you for real and I don’t want to whisper anymore.”

“But…” Blaine looked over at Kurt’s relaxed form.

“Sleeping beauty will be fine; we’re just going outside in the hall for a minute. Calm down.”

Blaine relented and followed Sierra out the door. He was restless anyways. A niggling thought in the back of his mind was replaying over and over, convincing him that he was being entirely too creepy for staying at Kurt’s bedside while he was sleeping when they had just met. He mentally forbade himself from staring at Kurt’s angelic face, but he broken his own rules frequently. He couldn’t help it. Kurt must have been the most gorgeous boy he’d ever seen. He knew his best friend would kick him off the Kurt induced cloud he’d been drifting on all day. He shut the door behind him and positioned himself so he had a view of Kurt from the little window set in the door.

Sierra placed her hands on her hips, “Spill, Frodo. You haven’t taken your eyes off him since I got here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much. What’s the deal?”

Always with the short jokes, he thought, miffed. He sighed. “I don’t know what it is…but from the moment I met him, I felt like we had a connection, you know? And I feel like slapping myself upside the head, because I don’t think I’ve ever been like this. I’ve never been so completely smitten with someone I barely know.”

Sierra looked at him fondly. “Maybe it’s because you’re allowed to now, Blaine. Now that you’re at Dalton, you’re safe to be with whoever you want.”

Blaine just looked at her, pain in his eyes. “But that’s the thing. Kurt isn’t at Dalton, See. He’s stuck at McKinley, where the bullies run the place. You know what he told me today? He said he’s thrown into lockers and dumpsters on a daily basis. What if he gets hurt really badly one day because the bullies at his school found out he has a gay friend?”

“Blaine, first of all, be honest. You don’t want to be just friends with Kurt. It’s all over your face. Second of all, I know you’re thinking of that damned Sadie Hawkins dance and you need to stop it right now. That was a long time ago, Blaine. You’re safe now at Dalton.”

Blaine let out a resigned sigh. “Just because I’m safe at Dalton now, doesn’t mean I’ll be safe in the real world. You can’t run from the real world, See.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Who says you ran?”

Blaine didn’t answer. “Kurt is a lot braver than I’ll ever be,” Blaine sniffed as a few tears welled up in his eyes. Sierra wrapped her arms around him.

“Blaine Anderson, you are brave. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but as long as I’ve known you, I thought you were the bravest kid I knew. No, you didn’t go back to that school after you got the crap beaten out of you. But you know what you did in the first place? You weren’t scared to bring a boy you liked to a dance. In Ohio. You didn’t care if you were going to get crap for it Blaine, because you were brave enough to accept yourself and follow your heart. You come to the hospital at least once a week and you spend time with these little kids that might not ever get to go home, Blaine. You go home every night to a father who barely accepts you and a mother who could love her son a little more than she does now. You still go to school and spend time with your friends and sing the lead for the Warblers and push through. Because as much as it sucks to be stuck here in Ohio, you have so much ahead of you Blaine. You’re young and healthy and so smart it hurts. You are the kindest and gentlest person I have ever met. You’re going to graduate and you’re going to get out of here and go somewhere where you are allowed to shine, Blaine. And maybe not now, but someday, you’ll find someone who doesn’t care about your gelled hair or your dorky blazer. They’ll love you for being brave and courageous and silly and sweet. Just because you’re in a slightly better place than Kurt right now doesn’t mean you aren’t brave. It also doesn’t mean you can’t be brave for him. Even the bravest need courage sometimes, right?”

Blaine just looked at her. She was crying and Blaine’s heart hurt. Ever since they became friends, Blaine had never seen Sierra this emotional. Not even the days when she was super sick from the chemotherapy, or when her doctor sat her down and told her after a year of being healthy the cancer came back.

She sniffed and laughed softly. “Don’t look at me like that Anderson. You’re one of the best friends I have ever had. You’re brave enough to stick with a friend who has cancer. Blaine, sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day sometimes is knowing how far you’re going to go. You make me proud every single day. You’re out there, toughing out the storm because you know the clouds are gonna clear up eventually. Blaine, I’m not going to get better. Not indefinitely. You need to live for me. Who knows if I’ll ever get the chance to have a boyfriend and go to University and have a real job and get married and have kids? You’ll have that chance Blaine. You will. And I know you are internally freaking out right now because you barely know Kurt and you have no idea what you’re feeling. You’re scared because you’re realizing that you really like Kurt, even if you just met him. I can see it in your eyes, Blaine. You’ve never been like this. And I’m probably freaking you out right now, but that’s okay. You are going to get back in there and accept the feelings you are having. Don’t you dare thinking of pushing those feelings away. I might not have even spoken to Kurt, but just from Caroline’s account of what’s being gone on today, something’s clicked between you two. You both know what it’s like to feel unaccepted and unloved. You both know what it feels like to be scared and lonely. Plus, you both like Vogue.”

Blaine snorted, “How do you figure?”

Sierra looked at him seriously, “Blaine. Vogue. October issue. The jacket hanging near Kurt’s bed is the exact jacket you pined over while we flipped through the magazine together. Jeez Blaine, it’s like you think I don’t know you at all!” She winked.

“So please, please Blaine. You need to go back in there and when he wake up you are going to give him your phone number and you are going to call him as soon as possible and you are going to hang out. And then one day, maybe sooner than later you’ll stop being an idiot and tell him how you actually feel. And you’ll live happily ever after.”

Blaine quirked an eyebrow at her; “How can you be so sure of these things though, See? What if you’re completely wrong?”

“Just stop and think about it Blaine. Just think about how it would feel if you were Kurt right now. I mean, what you’re feeling is written all over your face. You’re smitten with this boy. But, think about Kurt. You’ve experienced very similar things to him, Blaine. You’ve both been bullied for being gay. That one fact connects the two of you immediately. Think about what it was like before you went to Dalton and you didn’t have any friends because they all started to make fun of you. Kurt’s definitely not at a safe place right now and I’m sure has hell he’s felt lonely. I think you saved him today Blaine, really. You hugged him for god sakes—“

“How did you know that!?” Blaine exclaimed.

“Dr. Robinson stopped in for a visit and he may have mentioned interrupting a lovely embrace between two teenage boys.”

Blaine blushed. He thought back to the tears running down Kurt’s flushed cheeks and his eyes turning a more vivid blue than Blaine thought possible. A slight flick of his wrist and suddenly Kurt was hissing in pain and all Blaine could think about was how it was his fault and how he should have been more careful. He thought distantly about his past and it clicked in his mind that 14 year old Blaine and 16 year old Kurt weren’t that different. The one thing that Blaine had craved as a vulnerable 14 year old was reassurance and comfort from somebody who loved him, or at least, who understood him. The hug between him and Kurt had strictly been an impulsive move, but Blaine physically felt the tension leaving Kurt’s hunched up shoulders as Blaine embraced him. That was a good thing, right?

Both Blaine and Sierra fell silent and observed Kurt through the window in the door.

“You should get in there Prince Charming, before Sleeping Beauty wakes up.”

“You’re confusing the Princes, See. I think we’ve been watching too much Disney lately,” said Blaine. He would often camp out in his best friend’s room on the weekend, marathon-ing as many Disney movies as they could before one of them fell asleep. Whoever stayed awake the longest was allowed to pick the movie the next time. Unfortunately for Blaine, he usually fell asleep halfway through the first movie. There was always something about a good Disney movie that put Blaine straight to sleep. Blaine didn’t really mind falling asleep too much. He’d already seen the classics a hundred times, so he knew he would be fine to fall asleep and not miss anything.

“We? Excuse me, but who has gotten to pick the movies for the last 10 marathons because someone always manages to fall asleep 2 minutes in!”

“I stay awake longer than 2 minutes,” said Blaine, defiantly. “Maybe if you would pick something new for once I’d actually stay awake!”

“Mhmm, whatever. Maybe you’re nickname should be Sleeping Beauty and Kurt should be Prince Charming…”

Sierra continued to natter on about something or other, but Blaine was distracted from the image of Kurt wearing a suit of armour and riding on a horse, swinging a sword to protect Blaine from a dragon…He was interrupted by a swift smack upside his head.

Sierra gave him a blank look. “I don’t even want to know do I?”

Blaine blushed. She sighed and pushed him towards the door. “Go away before I hit you again.” Blaine laughed quietly as he entered Kurt’s room.

Kurt was still fast asleep, his casted arm lying next to him, palm up and his other arm lying across his abdomen. Blaine noticed Kurt was shivering slightly. As Kurt was currently sleeping on top of all the blankets on his bed, Blaine left the room for a quick second. He knew just the thing to warm Kurt up and make him a little more comfortable. Blaine made his way to the linen room and took a blanket out of the warmer that was always stocked up with freshly laundered blankets for the little ones. What better than a cozy, warm blanket to help Kurt stop shivering? As Blaine entered Kurt’s room again, he spotted Sierra’s Kindle and sharpie lying on the bedside table. Blaine suddenly felt this need to be the first one to draw on Kurt’s cast. He didn’t want to do something silly, but he did want Kurt to notice it.

Maybe I’ll just write my name, he thought. Should I put my phone number on there? Would that be weird? What if he got made fun of if someone saw a boy wrote a phone number on his cast…Maybe I should just leave a note with my number and make sure he gets it. Or maybe I can sign my name on the inside of his forearm and that way it’s hidden. What if he got mad though because I didn’t ask. I’ll just put my name and leave a note then.

Blaine uncapped the marker and delicately leaned over Kurt’s sleeping body. This was the only way he could write his name so it wouldn’t be upside down and the writing would be at least slightly legible. He balanced his weight on his left arm and he pressed his right knee onto the mattress so he wouldn’t topple down over Kurt as he was writing. Thankfully Kurt stayed asleep as Blaine wrote his name with a smiley face next to it. Blaine gently got down from his position on the bed, careful not the jostle the sleeping boy. Blaine draped the warm blanket around Kurt, tucking the sides in. Immediately Kurt stopped shivering. Blaine smiled to himself. Instead of sitting down and picking up Sierra’s Kindle to entertain himself and his friend slept, Blaine decided to write him a note instead. Most of the hospital rooms came equipped with pads of papers and pens, so Blaine got to work on writing a note to leave for Kurt.

Dear Kurt,

By the time you are reading this, you’ll be awake from your drug induced slumber. I don’t think Dr. Robinson intended to make you fall asleep, but he said because you hadn’t eaten anything all day, the medication worked a little faster than he had hoped, but it was fine. It was Weekend at Bernie’s-esque when you passed out in my arms and I had to somehow manage to keep you sitting up so the doctor could finish your cast. I hope the black ends up compatible with your outfits. I may have signed my name, so I’m sorry in advance if it bugs you! I wrote it on the inside of your forearm so it wasn’t too noticeable. My best friend Sierra stopped by to see what I was up to. Caroline filled her in on the situation, so she brought me a silver sharpie. She has a vast collection of markers. I think she was a little concerned when I left her room to run a quick errand and two hours later I still hadn’t returned. Maybe one day, if you want to, I could introduce you. I think the two of you would definitely hit it off.

Anyways, I’m writing you this note because I am not sure if I’ll still be here when you wake up. Hopefully your family will be, though. I never know how long my mom’s surgeries will last, but I’m hoping they’ll take a little longer today so I can say a proper good bye. It’s been really nice meeting you, Kurt. I really hope you would like to get together once you get home and settled. I know it takes a while to get used to an arm cast, but you’ll get the hang of it eventually. I know today has definitely not been the best day for you, but I can tell you that my day was brightened and I hope the same was for you. I know how hard it is to not really have anyone to talk to who is gay. I don’t really have anyone I can really relate to, but I have a feeling we have a lot in common, so I think we could be great friends, yes? Maybe? I’m rambling now. I think I’m going to stop before I make even more of a fool of myself.

Talk to you soon! –Blaine

Blaine scribbled his phone number, with the post script, Here’s my number if you’d like to call, or text me, or whatever.

Blaine folded the note in half and wrote Kurt’s name on the front with a smiley face. He looked over at Kurt and smiled. He really hoped Kurt would like to hang out with him at some point. He was kind of excited to be able to make a new friend, who was also gay. And maybe, if Blaine was really lucky, him and Kurt could become more than friends, if Kurt was comfortable with that. Blaine rested his chin in his hand and started to daydream about all the things he and Kurt could talk about when he was interrupted by the sound of low voices outside the door.

Caroline entered Kurt’s room, with the people Blaine assumed to be Kurt’s family. Kurt’s father looked at him with trepidation and confusion.

“Who are you?” he asked, quietly.

Blaine leaped up from his seat and held out his hand. Kurt’s father shook it with a firm grip.

“Hello, Mr. Hummel. I’m Blaine Anderson. I’m a volunteer here. Caroline asked me to fetch Kurt from the Emergency room and bring him up here. We struck up a conversation and we realized with both recognized each other from Sectionals. He told me that he was going to be by himself until you got here and I didn’t really have the heart to leave him here alone.”

“Burt, kid. You can call me Burt.” He smiled at Blaine and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Thanks for staying with him. I’m sure today was rough. He can get pretty emotional with stuff like this. I’m glad he had a friend with him.”

Blaine blushed. Burt looked fondly at his sleeping son, noticing the IV tubes and frowning. He turned towards Caroline, “Why does he have an IV in his arm? I thought he just broke his wrist.”

“Kurt was feeling a little dizzy, so we decided to give him some fluids. He hadn’t eaten anything all day and his blood sugar was low. We also gave him some pain medication for his wrist, that kind of knocked him out,” explained Caroline. “He’s fine though, he’s just been sleeping this whole time.”

“He needed it though,” added Blaine. Kurt’s family all turned towards him, “Um…well, what I meant was that Kurt was pretty upset the whole time I was with him. I tried to distract him but he was just frustrated and tired and in pain. So I think the nap is doing him good,” Blaine explained, embarrassed about his outburst.

Kurt’s step-mom looked over at him sweetly. Caroline cleared her throat, “Mr. Hummel? If I could just steal you away for a few minutes, I need you to sign some forms.” Burt nodded and followed Caroline outside the room.

Blaine felt awkward being alone with Kurt’s step mom and his step brother. They kind of just looked at each other until Blaine decided to set his eyes on Kurt, still unaware of anything going on. Kurt’s step-mom placed a hand on his arm and he turned towards her.

“I’m Carole,” she introduced. “And this is my son, Finn.” Finn nodded at him, slightly smiling, as if to say, “What’s up, dude?”

“Thanks for staying with Kurt, sweetie. I’m sure it meant a lot to him for you to be here with him. I can imagine he would have been pretty scared being by himself. He gave us all quite a fright when he called us after the accident. Have the two of you been friends for a while? He’s never mentioned you.”

“Oh! No, me and Kurt just met today,” explained Blaine.

“Really? It just seemed like you two had been friends before.”

“I think we just have a lot in common. We’re both in Glee club and…”

“Are you gay?” Finn cut in.

Blaine, taken aback, laughed. Carole smacked her son on the arm. “Finn! Be polite.”

“No, it’s okay Mrs. Hummel. I am gay, actually.”

“Oh! And please, call me Carole! I’m sure you and Kurt will get along just fine. I’m glad the both of you met, despite the consequences.  He really does need a friend who can understand him.”

“I need one too,” said Blaine, quietly.

Carole pulled him into her arms for a quick hug. “I hope you come over to visit before school starts up again,” she whispered into his ear.

“I’d really like that,” he replied. “I mean, if Kurt says it’s okay.”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry about him. I’m sure Kurt would love it if you stopped by. Here,” Carole scribbled down their address and Kurt’s cell number, underneath.

“Stop by whenever you’d like, hon. We’d love to have you. I know both me and Burt really appreciate you staying with him. We were panicking for hours, trying to get here for Kurt. If only we’d known you were staying with him, it would have made us feel a lot better!”

Blaine smiled, “Really, Carole, it’s not a problem. I really like Kurt and I hope we can be friends.”

“Friends,” Carole repeated. “Sure.” She winked.

Blaine’s heart started to pound a little faster. Is it that obvious that I like him already? Maybe I should tone it down a bit.

“You know what Blaine? How about stopping by tomorrow afternoon? I won’t tell Kurt if you don’t! I’m sure it’ll be a great surprise for him.”

“Are you sure he’d be okay with that, Carole? I mean, I don’t really know him that well yet.”

“Sure, sure, it’ll be fine!”

Before Blaine could reply, his mother’s head peeked into the doorway.

“There you are Blaine! I stopped by Sierra’s room and she led me here. Are you ready to go?” Suddenly his mother noticed the other people in the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” She entered, “I’m Dr. Anderson, Blaine’s mother.”

“Are you Kurt’s doctor?” asked Carole.

“I’m afraid not,” she said. “I’m a paediatric surgeon. This is Kurt, though?” She pointed towards the bed.

“Yes,” Carole replied. Blaine’s mother smiled, “He’s out for the count isn’t he?”

“He broke his wrist mom. Dr. Robinson gave him some pain medication that put him to sleep,” Blaine explained. “Caroline asked me to fetch him from the ER and I stayed with him until his family got here from Columbus.”

“We were snowed in at my parent’s place,” added Carole.

“It’s a mess out there, isn’t it? We took Blaine’s jeep because I feared my little car wouldn’t make it out there. He likes to come along with me when I have to go to the hospital on the weekends. Blaine volunteers here a lot, he loves spending time with the kids. I’m actually surprised he isn’t watching Disney or colouring in colouring books right now with the little ones!” Blaine’s mother looked at her son fondly. “I didn’t expect to find him spending time with someone his own age.”

Blaine rolled his eyes, “Mom…”

She laughed, “Alright, ready to go then?”

Blaine sighed, “I suppose. I kind of wanted to say goodbye in person, but I don’t think Kurt’s going to be waking up any time soon. Today really tuckered him out, I think. But, before I forget,” Blaine handed his note to Kurt to Carole.

“Can you give this to Kurt when he wakes up, Carole?”

“Sure, sweetie. Thanks again for being with him. We’ll see you tomorrow?”

Blaine nodded, “Yeah.”

Blaine followed his mother out the door, getting one last look at Kurt before he left. As he was leaving, he waved to Caroline and Burt at the nurse’s station and got onto the elevator.

His mom looked at him with a wide smile and said, “We isn’t he just a gorgeous little thing? Tell me everything, now.”

Blaine smiled just as wide and started.