Drew. Accident.

Blaine kept going over those words for the past two hours as he sat beside his boyfriend’s hospital bed. The beeping and slight whirring of the machines had annoyed him at first, but now they were a kind of comfort. Every now and then a doctor or nurse would walk in, fiddle with the machines that were attached to Drew’s suddenly small body, then leave. They’d given up trying to make conversation with Blaine; he just didn’t answer their questions. He had the answers, he just wasn’t sure how to vocalise them. So he just sat there, staring at Drew with a glazed expression.

Every second that passed was another second Blaine spent analysing the evening’s events. He’d been so stupid – at least, part of him thought so. It was so unlike him. Blaine had actually kissed his high school sweetheart when his boyfriend had been in a car crash. Was this cheating? Blaine had no idea. All he knew is that he wouldn’t be too happy if Drew had done this to him. He felt like a horrible person. If he hadn’t made such a big deal about how Kurt found out about Drew; if he hadn’t made it be all Drew’s fault, then maybe Drew wouldn’t have stormed out.  He wouldn’t have been hit by a car, he would be fine and all Blaine would have to deal with would be a mildly pissed off Drew. Instead of...well, instead of a comatose Drew. At this moment, Blaine hated himself. He rested his head in his hands and he swore he would have cried if he had any tears left.

Then, there must have been a knock at the door because it creaked open slowly. The doctor had just checked Drew’s monitors, so it couldn’t be him. However, Blaine didn’t look up; he didn’t have the energy to let his curiosity get the better of him. Even when the new addition to the hospital room sighed, he kept his head forward and his eyes locked on Drew’s mainly motionless form. His mind soon drifted away from the person standing behind him and back to the man in front of him.

“Blaine?” Blaine wasn’t sure how long he’d been in his own world when Sophie’s soft voice brought him back.

“Hm? Oh. Hey.” Blaine spoke quietly as he held back tears he didn’t know he had left. Neither Anderson said anything more; Sophie pulled Blaine up into a hug tighter than either thought possible. Sophie rubbed circles into her brother’s shoulders. Blaine used to do this to Sophie when she was upset when they were younger. It was a simple action, but it calmed them both right down. Sophie mumbled reassurances into her brother’s ears as he cried openly into her shoulder. Even though she was several years younger than Blaine, she was roughly the same height as him.

After a few minutes of silence – with the odd gasp or sob from Blaine – until Sophie leant back and looked into her brother’s golden eyes. “Blaine, is there anything I can do?” Blaine’s eyes were tired and full of sorrow.

Blaine gave a feeble attempt at a smile. He looked up at his sister through wet lashes. “Um,” Blaine’s voice was rough from crying, “I’m not sure.” He couldn’t think straight. He tried to think practically though his mind kept returning to the events of the evening. “He looks so little.” Sophie followed Blaine’s gaze and ended up looking straight at Drew’s still body. “He’d be so much better at dealing with this kind of thing. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with this. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing. I suppose I should be being pro-active and trying to get in touch with people about this, but I don’t have any energy. Is that bad? I don’t even have the energy to make sure the people in Drew’s life know he’s in hospital.”

“Blaine, that’s not bad. It’s human.” Sophie spoke quietly, yet firmly. “Shall I try to contact his family? Or have the hospital already tried that?”

Blaine kept his head down as he replied. “They tried, but no one picked up.”

Sophie assured Blaine she would find someone to try to contact Drew’s family again. Then Blaine was left alone with Drew again. He returned to the seat he had been sitting in before; returned to the exact same position. He ran his fingers through his dark unkempt hair and closed his eyes. This was definitely not how this evening was supposed to go. Although, thinking about it, Blaine had no idea how this evening was supposed to go. But all he knew, was it just wasn’t supposed to be like this.

***

“BLAINE, HURRY UP. WE’RE GONNA BE LATE.” Drew called up the stairs. It was mine and Drew’s third official date. We’d been dating for a while now, and we’d known each other for even longer. He was taking me somewhere special, but apparently it was a surprise. Drew’s mind had always been a complete mystery to me, so surprises were that little bit more terrifying.

“I’d be able to get ready quicker if you’d just tell me where we’re going!” I called back, hoping that my voice was layered with just the right combination of sarcasm and frustration. I heard Drew sigh and then leave his post at the bottom of the stairs.

I ended up deciding to wear navy blue denim jeans – I had to turn them up at the ends, so the lighter blue insides were on show – which I had bought recently, a white polo shirt with grey edging on the button strip and collar and a dark grey cardigan. It was my go-to outfit because I knew I looked great in it, yet it was very comfortable. After fixing my hair with the small bit of gel I had left – I made a mental note to buy more in the morning – I went downstairs to meet my date.

He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs as soon as he heard my footsteps. He looked wonderful. Drew always looked wonderful. But that night he looked wonderful-er – is that even a word? It should be a word. There was simply no other way to describe how amazing he looked. He was wearing simple dark grey slim jeans, a light blue t-shirt and a grey cardigan.

I smiled as Drew’s eyes widened. He stared at my outfit and I blushed at the astonished look he wore. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I coaxed Drew’s gaze up to my face. However, when he did, my cheeks flushed even redder.

“I’m guessing you approve of my outfit, then?” I teased lightly.

Drew gulped. “I do. Especially those jeans. Are they new? I mean, I think I’d remember you wearing th-“

I shushed the obviously flustered man by placing a hand on his shoulder. “Hey.” I spoke softly when his gaze returned to mine.

I felt Drew breathe deeply. “Sorry. Yes, I love your outfit.”

I rolled my eyes at Drew’s sudden composure, but couldn’t hide the smile that took over my features. “Come on, you.” I moved my hand down Drew’s arm and took his hand. Once our fingers were laced together, I began leading him towards the door – picking up my keys on the way.

“Your hair looks amazing, by the way.” A small, yet assertive voice sounded behind me. “I mean, your hair always looks good but, you know. Less gel suits you. I mean...um...what I’m trying to say is...”

This time I silenced him with a chaste kiss on the lips. “Come on, smooth talker.” I whisper as I look in his eyes.  After an undetermined amount of time, I rolled my eyes and pulled him to leave for out date.