Slow Fade

Chapter 15

“There has been an accident.”

With those five words, Kurt felt that his world had been shattered irreparably. Minutes ago he felt light as a feather, like nobody could bring him down from the high that was loving Dr. Blaine Anderson. And now Kurt feared that only heartbreak would follow.

“What do you mean an accident?” he hissed into his phone as soon as he could bring himself to speak.

“He was sideswiped in a hit and run accident. From what I was told, the police were passing by and were on the scene almost instantly. They had to use the Jaws of Life to get him out, and Kurt he wasn’t conscious!”

Kurt swallowed and tried to control his raging heart. “Where is he Cooper?”

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“Kurt, do you want some coffee or something?” Finn asked as he watched Kurt pace back and forth in the hospital waiting room.

“I couldn’t possibly even think of drinking anything,” Kurt muttered. “Why is it taking so long?”

The door to the waiting room opened and suddenly a young man approached them with Wes following closely at his heels.

Wes reached Kurt first and spoke quickly, “I’m Blaine’s doctor, I will find out what I can.”

Kurt nodded his thanks before looking at the other man. He was tall and had dark unruly hair, blue eyes and dazzlingly white teeth. If he didn’t know better it still wouldn’t have taken Kurt long to realize that this was Blaine’s brother Cooper Anderson. The irony was not lost on Kurt that despite trying to arrange a meeting for a few weeks now, it took a situation like this for Kurt to finally meet Blaine’s brother.

“So you are the man that has Blaine acting like a love sick puppy,” Cooper remarked.

“It is nice to meet you at last, Cooper,” Kurt said. “Even if I don’t feel much like talking to anyone at the moment.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Cooper said with a sigh. “I’m pretty freaked out too. I called our parents, but nobody answered.”

Kurt then noticed his brother watching the scene and motioned Finn over, “Cooper this is my step-brother and agent, Finn Hudson. Finn, this is Blaine’s brother Cooper Anderson.”

Finn and Cooper shook hands briefly but before anything else could be said Finn got a call on his phone that he ended up taking in another room. Kurt forced himself to sit down in one of the hard plastic chairs and he put his hands through his hair, for once not caring if he messed it up. And as much as he tried to stop it, Kurt felt hot tears start to well up in his eyes. He couldn’t lose Blaine, Kurt cared for him in a way that he had never cared for anyone else before. And he hadn’t even told Blaine that he was in love with him yet, and now Kurt wondered if he would ever get his chance.

“Blaine is going to be alright,” Cooper said sitting down next to him. “He’s always been so strong.”

The Cooper that Kurt was seeing today was so unlike the Cooper Kurt had heard of from Blaine in the last month. The man before him wasn’t acting arrogant and ridiculous, and he wasn’t cracking jokes. But then this was probably the way that Cooper manifested his anxiety, and he was probably trying to reassure himself more than Kurt.

After several long tense minutes Wes finally immerged from the emergency area and approached Kurt and Cooper. His expression was grim.

“Is he alright?” Kurt demanded springing from his chair, no longer able to be patient.

“He is in surgery,” Wes replied.

“Surgery?!” Cooper gasped.

“He has internal bleeding from the impact, and while it doesn’t seem to have occurred in an area that is life threatening, it is still a large bleed and he has lost a lot of blood,” Wes explained. “He is going to need a transfusion and if you would like to donate blood Cooper, that would be helpful.”

“I would be happy to,” Cooper agreed.

“I want to help too,” Kurt said.

“While your anemia is getting better, it would be against my better judgment to allow you to donate. Besides just having a transfusion rules you out as a candidate,” Wes replied kindly. “Your job will be to help Blaine through his recovery.”

“Is he–” Kurt paused, not willing to voice his worry.

“While I can’t make any promises, Blaine is young and healthy and he should pull through this. He will need lots of sleep and when awake he will be in pain. Besides the bleeding Blaine has fractured his wrist, has a minor concussion, and has a nasty cut on his forehead. And really as awful as it seems, it truly could’ve been much worse.”

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The first thing he felt was pain. Granted it was muted and still felt a bit numb, but there were so many other places on his body that hurt so bad. As he slipped into consciousness he could hear the sound of a heart monitor, and other sounds that he immediately placed with a hospital. I work at a hospital his brain told him, but then he remembered that he worked at an office. And then he heard it.

It was easily the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard in his life. It was the sound of a person, no a man, and he was sobbing. As he focused in on the sound, he heard a voice and could make out the words.

“Blaine, please wake up. I don’t know what I would do with you.”

“I love you, I never got the chance to tell you, but it’s true.”

“I love you so much; I couldn’t bear to lose you.”

And suddenly his taxed brain suddenly connected the dots. Kurt. Kurt was here with him and the person hooked up to the heart monitor was him. He was a doctor, he made people well, and now here he was a patient. When Blaine thought about why, he remembered a jarring impact and so much pain. Drawing on all the strength he had his eyes cracked open as he blearily looked out.

Beside him Blaine heard a gasp and suddenly he felt Kurt grab his hand.

“Blaine do you feel that?” Kurt asked apprehensively.

“Yes,” Blaine said his voice scratchy. “What happened?”

“Some jerk crashed into you and ran,” Kurt said, obviously trying not to let the venom in his voice. “You had surgery since you had internal bleeding, and you have a concussion and a broken wrist.”

“So that’s why I hurt so much,” Blaine remarked.

Kurt’s eyes widened and he pressed Blaine’s call light. “I’m so sorry you hurt so much,” he said.

“It isn’t your fault,” Blaine insisted.

“But you were driving to my house,” Kurt said. “If you had–I couldn’t bear it.”

“But I didn’t,” Blaine replied. “I will be fine.”

The nurse came in at that point and shot some pain medicine into Blaine’s iv, and then left again.

“We just found each other,” Kurt said continuing their conversation. “I don’t want to ever lose you.”

“That’s how I feel about you,” Blaine whispered, his eyes slipping shut.

“There is something I need to tell you,” Kurt replied, taking a deep breath. “I’m in love with you.”

Unfortunately Blaine had already fallen asleep, the pain medicine doing their work all too fast. Kurt leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead before sitting back and watching the rise and fall of Blaine’s chest. Seeing the man he loved hooked up on machines like this was not something that was easy for him to see, and it brought back awful memories from his teenage years. Unbidden tears sprang from his eyes and he wiped them with one hand, sniffling. He wasn’t going to let his emotions get the best of him.

Suddenly the phone at Blaine’s bedside started to ring and Kurt grabbed it quickly to stop the noise from waking Blaine. The man still slept thought, apparently the medicine had put him into a deep sleep..

“Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Kurt?”

Kurt smiled despite himself. Out of all the people that could be on the other end of the line, it was the one person that he wanted to talk to the most.

“Dad,” Kurt breathed. “I take it you’ve heard the news.”

“I’m sorry to hear about Blaine,” Burt replied. “Finn told me what happened. How is he?”

“He is out of surgery right now, and the medication put him to sleep,” Kurt replied. “As far as I know he should make a full recovery.”

“That’s good,” Burt said. “And how are you Kurt?”

For a split second Kurt wanted to sugar coat his feelings. He was an actor, he could make in believable even. But this was his father, and he was always honest with him.

“Not great,” Kurt sniffed. “I thought he was going to die.”

“I’m thinking about flying out there,” Burt answered.

“No Dad, you really don’t have to do that,” Kurt said. “I’m better now that I can see Blaine. It’s just–”

“Just what?” Burt asked.

“Seeing Blaine lying there so helpless,” Kurt started. “It reminds me of when you had your heart attack.”

“There is a big difference between me and Blaine,” Burt said. “I was in a coma, I was middle aged and I still made it. Blaine is young and was banged up, but it sounds like he will pull through just fine.”

“You’re right,” Kurt admitted. “It is just that I think I’m in love with him. Seeing him hurt, makes me hurt.”

“I know that,” Burt replied. “It was pretty obvious how you felt for him when you visited. And I know he feels the same way about you.”

Kurt felt warm all over and smiled despite himself, “Thanks Dad.”

“Any time you want to talk kid, don’t hesitate to call,” Burt said. “I will still fly out there if you want me to.”

“I’ll keep you posted,” Kurt agreed. “Thank you Dad.”

“Anytime Kurt,” Burt said, and then the line went dead.

Kurt hung it up and looked again at Blaine’s battered but beautiful face. Blaine was going to be alright, he was going to get over this, and then when he was healthy again Kurt would tell him the truth about his feelings. It would only be a matter of time.