Kurt didn't bother raising his head off the bed when he heard the door creak open. Maybe it was rude of him not to pay whoever it was any attention, but he assumed it would be one of the nurses who'd heard him crying, and he really had no energy to spare on trying to be polite. He was feeling absolutely miserable about everything in life right now, and the nurses could handle it, they'd seen him cry before. However, as the door creaked open further, there was an unmistakable sound of one of those walker some people seemed to use getting around in the halls.

It could be a little strange that he recognized the sound, but since he'd been stuck there he'd gotten quite accustomed to the sounds around the hallways. There wasn't much else he had the energy to do than lie there and listen. Sure, he'd watched some TV and listened to some music, but half the time he couldn't even muster the energy to turn any of those things on. A small frown of confusion crossed his face as tears continued to fall down his face, there was no stopping them right now, the dam had burst and the flow wouldn't be stilled until the water level had reached empty.

Finally he lifted his head off the pillow just enough to look over the edge of the blanket to find out who'd entered his room in the middle of the night. His eyes landed on a boy, who was maybe a little bit shorter than him. The boy had dark brown, very curly hair, and incredible hazel eyes. Normally Kurt would have thought him to be absolutely gorgeous, and the thought barely drifted by him for a split second before he remembered it didn't matter what the boy looked like. It was then that he noticed the fading bruises on the guy's arms and even on his face; the boy must be another patient.

The boy looked back at him and offered up a gentle, almost apologetic smile as he lingered in the doorway. "I think you've got the wrong room" Kurt offered quietly, his voice still easily betrayed that he was upset and on the brink of more sobs, but he tried to sound friendly. If this guy really had walked into the wrong room, then he'd probably not done it on purpose and there was no excuse for biting the guy's head off for it.

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Once he'd knocked for the second time, Blaine waited patiently for another moment. For a while he started wondering if the person on the other side of the room was going to ignore him, but then there was a broken statement saying that the door was open. After taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed to door open. The action of doing so sent a wave of pain through his entire body, but again he tried his best to ignore it.

At first there was no reaction from the boy in the bed, after hearing him speak Blaine was almost sure it was a boy, and all he could see was a chestnut head of hair poking out over the top of the blanket. For what seemed like a small eternity, he just stood there, unsure of what to say. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Now that he was here, he felt like he was invading the guy's privacy. The silence that lingered seemed to stretch on for an eternity and again he was about to turn around and walk away, but the boy lifted his head off the pillow before he got a chance to. A small smile crossed his face, and he tried to convey that he was sorry for intruding in the same gesture.

The eyes looking at him were the most amazing color of blue; it was a color he couldn't quite name, a color that seemed almost unique to this boy. Sure, the eyes were puffy and very red from crying, but they were still absolutely breathtaking. The boy's skin was pale, probably a bit more so than usual, though something told him the skin was always a somewhat pale color. There didn't seem to be a single flaw on the smooth skin, almost like porcelain. "Oh… uhm… no, I meant to come here. I'm sorry if I'm intruding" he almost whispered, in his always so polite tone of voice, shifting a little nervously and also trying to get more comfortable standing there. Everything ached by now, and standing really was a trial far beyond what he'd expected it to be.

Kurt's eyes widened a little when the boy said he'd meant to come here and one of his eyebrows lifted upwards in a questioning gesture. "You meant to come here? Why would you do that?" he inquired quietly as he studied the boy in the doorway. "You look like you shouldn't be out of bed." The statement was quite spontaneous and when he realized what he'd said before he bit his lip and frowned some. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me to say."

"No, it's alright, I probably shouldn't be here, but I couldn't sleep and… well I heard you crying and I thought maybe you could use some company." The boy answered and Kurt felt his heart swell just a little bit at the gesture. Not a lot of people would care enough to do that for someone. Random strangers crying wasn't something most would worry about if they were hurt themselves, and it wasn't like Kurt was used to a lot of people caring whether or not he was alright. Sure, his friends from McKinley and his dad would care if they knew, but they all seemed to fail noticing that his life had been absolutely miserable for the last few months. Everyone had been too busy with the drama in Glee club as a whole, and his dad had been busy with Carole. Oh he was happy that his dad had found Carole and that they made each other happy, but he missed just being the two of them. It had been just the two of them for so long, and things just weren't the same anymore.

As he stood there, waiting for the boy on the bed to either turn him away or ask him to come inside, Blaine watched the shifting expressions on the guy's face. The heartbreaking sadness was still evident in the boy's eyes, but now there was also a mix of disbelief and insecurity there, as if the boy expected this to be some kind of mean trick. "I can leave if you want, but I know it gets kind of lonely around here at night, and the nurses don't always have time to sit down and talk. That and they're not always someone you want to talk to" he offered quietly and just shifted his weight a little more as he looked into those incredibly blue eyes.

Disbelief covered Kurt's face for a moment before he nodded a little and tilted his head towards one of the chairs next to the bed. It was as much of an invitation he could muster at the moment, his throat had closed off again and he didn't trust himself to speak.

Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes on him as he slowly and painfully made his way to the chair and lowered himself into it with a small cringe. Then he spent a good amount of time trying to shift his weight around so he could get a little more comfortable, but nothing really helped much. For a while, he regretted leaving his bed, because everything ached so much. Silence filled the room for a while again while he tried thinking of something to say, but nothing decent really came to mind. Sure, he could ask if the boy on the bed wanted to talk about anything, but then again, he was pretty sure the guy would start talking when he was ready to. The last thing he wanted to do was push for something that was none of his business.

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The silence filled the room for something close to fifteen minutes, and despite the fact that no words had been spoken, Blaine was still sitting by Kurt's bed. He'd offered to leave, but since Kurt hadn't expressed that he wanted him to leave, he stayed in his seat. Every now and then a small sob broke through the silence, tearing from Kurt's throat as if he was trying to hold them back. "You know… it's okay to cry" Blaine whispered quietly and reached out very tentatively to take Kurt's hand into his. Then it hit him that he hadn't even introduced himself. "I'm Blaine by the way." he almost whispered.

"Kurt…" came the reply from the boy who was peering at him, over the edge of his blanket still. His own hand closed around Blaine's as it came within his grasp and he almost clung to it a little. Surprise filled him, because it wasn't every day someone who wasn't his father would offer to hold his hand like this, most guys flinched away from him whenever he accidentally brushed past them. The hand was a little calloused, and if he was going to guess he'd say Blaine probably played the guitar, but it felt very comfortable and comforting in his hand. A tiny smile eventually broke through the tears, though they didn't dry out.

"Thank you…" he whispered and in reply Blaine offered him a warm smile. "You're welcome, I know how lonely they place gets at night when you aren't allowed visitors." Not that Blaine didn't feel just as lonely during the day most of the time. Cooper would be there though visiting hours, and they'd talk about random topics, but never about what had happened and why they were there in the first place. His eyes fell on the nightstand for a moment and onto the magazine resting on it. It was the newest edition of Vogue. His yes brightened a little as he looked back at Kurt. Maybe talking about something else for a bit would at least warm the boy up enough to start talking about other things.

"Did you like this edition of Vogue?" Blaine asked tentatively. Kurt's head snapped up and he seemed to perk up just a little at the mention, but then he sighed and shrugged. "I didn't really read it yet. Carole just brought it by yesterday and I didn't really feel like reading." His voice was still shaky, but just as Blaine had suspected, the topic seemed to be one that at least didn't make the boy more upset, but then to his horror that seemed to change within a few seconds and Kurt was back to sobbing. "Hey… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" he whispered and squeezed Kurt's hand gently.

Without thinking about what he was doing, he reached for a tissue on the bedside table and then gently went about wiping the tears from Kurt's cheeks. Normally he wouldn't have had the confidence to do anything like that, especially to someone as gorgeous as Kurt, but he didn't even consider it this time around. Kurt clearly needed some comfort and he'd do whatever he could to provide whatever comfort he could offer. Part of him wished he knew what was going on with the other boy so he could offer more help, but he also didn't want to stick his nose into something that wasn't his business. Kurt could explain if he wanted to.

Again silence seemed to fill the room, aside from the small sobs leaving Kurt's chest. "I just want to see my dad…" Kurt finally muttered through the sobs. It wasn't much of an explanation, but it was a start. "Your dad? Doesn't he come by to see you?" Blaine asked before he could stop himself and, as Kurt seemed to loose any sort of grip on himself that he'd had, Blaine instantly regretted the question. Since he didn't really know how to respond to Kurt's sudden complete meltdown, he just sat there quietly, still wiping gently at the boy's cheeks. "It's alright, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

Kurt just shook his head and struggled to sit up a little more. Everything seemed more difficult now that he couldn't move his legs and use them to help, but eventually he managed to sit up enough to where he could look at Blaine properly. Sniffling he bit his lip and tried to gather his strength enough to speak. "Dad's in the next room…" He finally whispered and another few sobs escaped him. "He had a heart attack, and we drive off the road." He knew it was difficult to hear what he was saying through the sobs, but Blaine seemed to understand and was just nodding gently, still wiping tears away, and waited for Kurt to continue.

Before he knew what he was doing, it all started spilling out of him. The events of the accident, the fact that he was paralyzed from waist down and no one knew if it would get better or not, then the fear that his dad wasn't going to get better and finally the desperate statement that he'd have no one if that happened.

Blaine just listened in silence, letting out a sympathetic noise here and there. There wasn't much he could say to make the situation better, at least not at this very moment, though he'd have a very long chat with the hospital staff about finding some way to let Kurt see his dad, even if they had to wheel his bed into the next room. He couldn't believe they hadn't already done that, since it was clear the boy desperately needed to see his dad. "If I thought I could handle pushing your bed into the other room, I'd help you with it" he offered quietly, his hand moving from wiping tears from Kurt's cheek, to just gently running through the boy's hair instead.

For a while the only sounds in the room was Kurt's sobs again, and Blaine didn't feel like he needed to be interrupted. Clearly Kurt needed to cry, to get some of the pain and fear off his chest. Eventually the sobs slowed down and the only thing left was quiet sniffles, but Blaine never stopped stroking Kurt's hair soothingly.

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Neither boy knew how long they'd been sitting there in silence, but neither of them cared. Somehow the silence didn't seem smothering or uncomfortable. The hand running through Kurt's hair was slowly soothing him and his tears eventually stopped, and once they had, the two of them started talking about random things. Fashion and Vogue seemed to be the center of conversation for most of the night. They had the same favorite cover and they liked a lot of the same articles as well. Neither of them noticed time passing and light starting to filter through the window, their minds too occupied with each other and their conversation.

At some point, early in the morning, both boys drifted into sleep. Blaine's hands were still holding onto Kurt's, and he was slumping forward, his head leaning on his arms. It didn't look like a comfortable position to sleep in, and it would surely be very uncomfortable to wake up that way, but for now he didn't seem to notice. When Carole walked into the room a few hours later, she was surprised to see an unfamiliar boy sleeping next to her stepson. For a moment she considered waking them and suggesting the boy could find a better place to sleep, but after looking at them for a moment she realized this was the first time she'd seen a smile on Kurt's face since he'd woken up, so instead she grabbed a spare blanket and draped it over Blaine's shoulders. For the first time since they'd ended up in the hospital, both boys were sleeping peacefully. This was surely going to be the beginning of a wonderful friendship.