Kurt Hummel had never hit another person in his entire life (well except that one woman at the Burberry sale, but it was only a hard slap on the hand, and she was clutching a beautiful scarf that was 70% off). Now, sitting in the waiting room of an eerily green hospital waiting for news about a stranger, he began to plan his speech for when Blaine woke up from the coma that Kurt had put him in.

Because he was going to, wake up, that is. He had to.

Hi. I’m Kurt, I’m really sorry about hitting you but you just came out of –

‘No.’

Hey. How’re you feeling? I’m Kurt. Sorry about all that.

‘Acting like it’s not a big deal is just going to make you seem like an asshole Kurt.’ He thought to himself.

Hi, Blaine. I’m so sorry. How are you?-

“Hi there, are you waiting for Blaine?” a nurse asked him, interrupting his train of thought.

“Oh! Yeah, yes. Is he ok?”

“Well, he’s pretty banged up but he should be fine. He has a broken collarbone, 2 broken ribs, a broken nose, a fractured ankle, a lot of bruising and a mild concussion. So it definitely could have been worse. You can come see him, if you’d like” She smiled.

Kurt nodded silently.

He was led down a myriad of identical hallways up to the ICU where Blaine was and was sure he would never be able to find his way out when the time came. Eventually the nurse paused outside a door and warned Kurt about the cords everywhere and mentioned that he wasn’t awake yet and that he should alert the staff if or when he did. She pulled back the door and motioned for him to go inside.

Blaine lay still on the white bed with cords travelling from various machines to different places on his body. His skin looked washed out, and the circles around his eyes were practically violet. The small amount of exposed skin showcased grazes and bruises that would make the toughest man wince. Kurt swallowed back his tears at the realization that he had caused this.

He sat beside the bed and watched Blaine’s chest rise and fall to the constant beeping of the monitor.

A badly stifled scream woke him from the sleep he didn’t know he had fallen into. At the foot of the bed stood a slim woman, her dark hair spilled over her shoulders to her lower back. Kurt guessed that she was Hispanic, and wondered if she was Blaine’s girlfriend. She doubled over, clutching at her stomach and sank slowly to the floor.

“I’m sorry.” Kurt said walking over to her “I’m Kurt. Have the nurses updated you?”

He could feel her shudder underneath his touch as he laid a comforting hand on her back. She sniffled and rubbed her face.

“Oh, sorry. I – yes. They called me and I… oh my God.” She said between sobs. “I’m Santana, I’m… Blaine’s friend. Who are you?”

Kurt had not planned a response to this situation and somehow “Oh, I hit him with my car earlier” didn’t really seem appropriate. In fact, it was more likely to earn him a hard slap to the face. “Uh, yeah, friend.”

Santana lowered herself into the chair opposite Kurt’s and held one of Blaine’s hands gingerly. She pressed her lips to it and whispered something against his fingertips.

“Crybaby.” A hoarse whisper fell from the boy’s lips.

“That’s not fair, I-“ Santana stopped herself “You’re awake!”

Blaine gave her a slight smile and Kurt could see a million years behind this friendship. He suddenly became uncomfortable, and didn’t know whether he should edge out of the room and hope he was unseen or if he should remain until one of them acknowledged his presence.

The girl fell into Blaine’s arms and though he winced, he didn’t pull away. He glanced over at Kurt, the faintest scent of recognition playing across his face.

“Hi” he said, his raspy voice cracking at the use. “I’m gonna admit, I didn’t expect to see you here”

Kurt attempted to chuckle. “I just wanted to…check on you I guess. I’m really sorry. I feel awful.”

“Not your fault. Don’t worry” Blaine smiled.

What kind of person isn’t angry with some stranger who put them in a hospital bed and then had the nerve to show up? Kurt wondered to himself. Even in these mere moments, Kurt couldn’t help but find himself intrigued by Mr. Dark-and-Handsome (height had never mattered to Kurt anyway).

He locked eyes with Santana who narrowed her eyes at him in warning. She kissed Blaine on the cheek lightly as he drifted back to sleep and brushed the dark curls from his face, blatantly ignoring Kurt.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he braced himself for the phone call that was about to take place. He scrolled to Rachel’s number in the contact list and pressed ‘call’.