Kurt awoke in the unfamiliar hospital chair, and looked around. There Blaine lay on the bed, sound asleep, soon to be woken by the doctors to assure he won't slip into a coma.
Kurt sat up and walked to the bathroom, looking in the mirror at himself.
"Oh my hair. My face." he whined to himself. He fixed what he could and went back to the room where doctors were flooding.
"Are you Kurt Hummel?" one doctor asked him. Kurt nodded.
"Blaine is fine, but we need to keep him here for a little longer than we expected." the doctor said.
"That's fin as long as he is in good condition when he leaves. Is he awake?" Kurt asked, and the doctor nodded.
Kurt pushed his way through about five doctors and looked at Blaine.
"You okay?" Kurt asked.
"Kinda. My ribs hurt a lot, and I'm a little dizzy, but other than that, I feel great." Blaine said in a hoarse whisper.
"You should really get some rest." Kurt whispered.
"I can't, Kurt, I'm just so stressed out. I mean, where am I gonna stay? I can't go back there. I really don't want to." Blaine said as Kurt bit his lip.
"I'll see what I can do. Maybe I can pull a few strings or something. It will work out, Blaine, I promise." Kurt said. Blaine's eyes appeared to be getting heavier and heavier, so Kurt left the room and walked down to the gift shop.
He blankly flipped through a few magazines, but soon grew bored. He went back up to Blaine's room and scribbled him a note.
'Be back soon. Went home to check in with my dad.' was written on a post-it and Kurt left.
He drove slowly, giving himself time to think of a whole story. Had his dad found out he wasn't at Rachel's? Who knew. He parked his car in the drive way and walked into is house.
"Hey kiddo, how was your sleep over?" Burt asked him.
"It was great. I had an amazing time there. It was just what I needed to get rid of school stress." Kurt told his father.
"I'm going out with Carole tonight, we probably won't be back until late, so it's just you and Finn tonight." Burt told his son.
"Okay dad, have fun." Kurt said, and his father walked out the door. Kurt walked up to his room and looked around. It was a pretty plain room, he hadn't got the chance to re-decorate in a while.
He grabbed a bag and stuffed it with things to do, getting angered with himself, dumping the bag' contents and folding everything and placing it in neatly. Kurt stopped and looked at the picture of him and his mother.
He wouldn't be able to take it if Blaine died. He would rather not think about it. He grabbed the bag and got back into his car.
"Kurt, you're fine. Deep breath." he told himself. He drove to the hospital, it took what felt like a lifetime and a half, but he made it.
He walked to Blaine's room and looked at the sleeping figure. Just then, a doctor walked in the rom and looked at Kurt.
"Mr. Hummel?" the woman asked him.
"Yes." he answered her.
"I'm so very sorry. Blaine has fallen into a coma. We don't know how long it will be until he pulls out of it. We aren't even sure of the cause yet. He was in perfect condition earlier. Again, I apologize." the woman said. Kurt nodded, not really taking it in, but when she walked out of the room he looked at Blaine.
"Blaine." Kurt said putting a hand on his arm. He didn't budge. Kurt heard the steady pulse of the heart monitor, and looked around.
"Blaine, wake up." Kurt whispered.
"Please. Please, Blaine. Don't do this." Kurt said, now crying. Tears fell from his face and landed on Blaine's.
"No, this can't be happening." Kurt cried. He fell to his knees and grabbed Blaine's hand.
"Mr. Hummel, he isn't waking up any time soon. We will call you when he does, but we think it best if you would leave and calm down for a while.