As Blaine walked down the halls with Kurt in his arms, he prayed that he wouldn't be seen by anyone. He made it to the room without any problem. Kurt woke up when Blaine carried him inside, stirring slightly and looking at him through sleep filled eyes.

"Can I keep sleeping?" he asked softly, curling into the older boy’s chest. Blaine kissed his head.

"Of course, baby. I'll just go get the wheelchair in the car. Here, you can sleep." He put Kurt down on the bed and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. "Sleep tight." Kurt nodded, curling under the covers, shivering lightly. He still wasn't well. The door opened and he raised his head, expecting Blaine, but the aftershave smelled wrong. He started to panic, breathing heavily.
"K-Karofsky?"

"Heard you got sick, Hummel. Isn't your super gay boyfriend taking care of you?" Karofsky got closer, leaning over Kurt. He let out a chuckle. "Look at you. So fucking weak." Kurt let out a whimper. He could feel Karofsky's vile breath on his face.

"G-Go away, Karofsky,” he whined weakly. "You and I b-both know that you're a hypocrite, I know about that new kid you kissed last year..." His voice was shaking. The next thing he knew, Karofsky had straddled him on the bed, leaning forward so that his whole weight was against Kurt's weak and newly operated chest. Kurt tried to cry out, but Karofsky's mouth was already on his with bruising force. Kurt was terrified. He struggled weakly, trying to scream, tears flowing from his blank eyes.

"Don't you dare scream, Hummel." Karofsky kissed him again, harder and more demanding.

Blaine smiled when he walked through the halls with the wheelchair. Everything was okay now. Everything wasn't good, but it didn't have to be. It was okay and that was good enough. Everything was okay until Blaine entered their room.

"Kurt, are you aslee-" he paused when he saw Karofsky. He was straddling Kurt's chest and kissing him hard. He saw that Kurt didn't want this. He tried to fight back, but he was too weak to do anything. Blaine rushed to the bed and threw Karofsky down on the floor. "What the fuck are you doing!? He just had surgery, you fucking idiot! GET OUT!" That was all he said to Karofsky before turning to Kurt. "Does it hurt? Does your chest hurt?" Kurt was coughing and crying. It did hurt, it burned and it was so painful, but he was also just scared. He was sobbing and shaking.
"B-Blaine!" he gasped between coughs and sobs.

"Please, Kurt!" he said desperately. "You need to tell me if it hurts. Do you need an ambulance?" He kneeled at Kurt's bed and took his hand, looking into his big, terrified eyes. Kurt shook his head.

"Hurts..." he forced out. "But I don't think... it's bad enough... for hospital..."

"Can you breathe properly?" asked Blaine seriously. He took a deep breath to test.

"I... I c-can... but it... hurts." Karofsky, who was still sat on the floor, let out a cruel laugh.

"So fucking weak, Hummel!"

"Okay..." Blaine bit his lip, trying to make a decision and ignoring Karofsky, only for a moment. "We'll wait for a little while. I know you don't want to go there, so we'll wait and see what happens. But if you have more trouble breathing, you have to tell me, okay?"

"'Kay..." Kurt whimpered weakly. "G-Get him out of here, Blaine... Please…" Blaine didn't need to be told twice.

"I'm going to deal with you for real later, Karofsky. Now, get. out." He looked at Karofsky with a killing glare. He smirked and stood up.

"See you later, Hummel,” he leered, leaving the room. Kurt whimpered, reaching out for Blaine. He was still sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, his lips were red and sore, his chin rubbed raw from Karofsky's stubble.

"Ohgod..." said Blaine in a breath and rushed to lock the door, then back to Kurt as fast as he could. "Kurt... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," he said, tears streaming down his face. “God, this is my fault. I'm so sorry."

"N-Not your fault..." Kurt whimpered, curling up as tightly as he could in Blaine's lap, ignoring the stabbing pains in his chest. "You d-didn't do anything wrong..."

"Don't do that... You're hurting yourself." He lay Kurt down flat on his stomach and carefully lay next to him. "You don't deserve any of this, honey. And I don't deserve you."

"You do. I don't deserve you,” Kurt whimpered, shifting as close to Blaine as he could. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't want to kiss him, I swear I didn't!" Blaine kissed the side of Kurt's head.

"I know you didn't And I regret what I said... We don't deserve each other. We need each other. Like air." Kurt nodded, still sniffling.

"You won't let him near me again?"

"I'll try. Truly, I will. I can't promise it though because I can't keep you safe all the time, I hope you know that. But you are my life, Kurt. My goal in life is to keep you safe. I'll do everything in my power." He cried as he said the words, but he also knew they needed to be said. Kurt nodded shakily, it was getting difficult to breathe but he wouldn't tell Blaine. He didn't want to worry him. The older boy snuggled as close as he could to Kurt without hurting him.

"Do you want anything to eat? You need something..."

"Just... something... small,” he wheezed, hoping Blaine didn't notice how much he was struggling. The minute the door was closed, Kurt started coughing harshly. It really hurt to breathe and he was starting to get dizzy from not getting enough oxygen in. He was really going to have to tell Blaine soon, but he was scared, he didn't want to go back to the hospital. Blaine went shopping for food and general medicine that could be useable. He hurried as much as he could and was back at the care home within an hour.

"Kurt, I'm back!" he said when he entered the room again, his hands full of bags with groceries. Kurt whimpered.

"B-Blaine... I lied. It hurts... I can... barely...breathe." He coughed, holding out his hand to him. Blaine dropped the bags on the floor and rushed to Kurt's side, taking his hand.

"Kurt, why the fuck would you lie about that!? Shit! Okay, eh..." He tried to think of what to do quickly. "Kurt, baby, please listen to me now. I need you to try taking deep breaths and don't leave me. You can't leave me." He was crying while picking up his phone and dialing 911. "An ambulance is coming, honey. Right now you just have to breathe. Breathe for me." He gripped Kurt's hand tightly. The boy was trying, but he could feel himself falling out of consciousness, his grip on Blaine's hand loosening. Blaine panicked when the younger boy’s body relaxed in his own.

"Kurt! You can't leave me, Kurt!" He was sobbing uncontrollably and kissed Kurt's hand repeatedly. "I love you. I love you so fucking much! You- you can't leave me." Blaine started pumping on Kurt's chest, just above his heart. "Come on, Kurt, come on. You're strong. You can do this!" Kurt's empty eyes snapped open after Blaine had been giving him CPR for a couple of minutes. He let out a huge gasp of breath and lolled weakly in Blaine's arms.

"H-Hey..." he whispered weakly.

"Kurt, ohmygod…” He sobbed and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "The ambulance will be here soon. Hold on, baby. Hold on to me. Hold on to life." Kurt nodded, forcing his eyes to stay open. Soon, he heard paramedics bustling in.
"What happened, son?" one of them asked Blaine. He turned his head, but never let go of Kurt.

"He had surgery yesterday and then..." He considered telling the truth, but that would take too long right now. "Something happened and he couldn't breathe. I did CPR and then tried to calm him down. I don't know if he can breathe now..." He turned to Kurt. "Baby, can you breathe okay?" He shook his head weakly and he felt the cold hands of the paramedic on him. A few minutes later, the man spoke gently.

"Seems like a collapsed lung, we'll have to operate again... Am I to presume you're coming in the ambulance with us?" he asked Blaine kindly.

"Of course." He turned to press a lingering kiss to Kurt's lips, not caring if the paramedics were homophobic. "I love you, Kurt. You're going to be okay. I'm never leaving your side." He nodded, screwing his blank eyes up in pain.

"Okay,” he forced out as the paramedics moved him onto the stretcher and started rushing to the ambulance. Blaine held Kurt's hand during the entire way there, whispering soothing words in his ear as the paramedics worked around them. As soon as they arrived, Kurt was rushed into surgery and Blaine was left outside, shaking and crying and worst of all, alone.