The voice spoke again, this time louder, sounding confused and weak, yet to Blaine the voice sounded like music. “Bl-blaine?” Kurt let out.
Blaine pushed the nurse and security guard off him, which wasn’t very difficult since they were also transfixed on the voice. He began to run down the hallway, following the voice, until he came to the room it belonged to.
Pushing the door open, Blaine could see Kurt. He was covered in blankets and wires, machines beeping. Blain was suddenly overtaken by fear. He was almost afraid to walk closer, it was as if a stranger was laying in the bed, not his boyfriend.
Kurt let out a low, almost unrecognizable, “Blaine?”
"Kurt?" Blaine whispered back, walking to his side, eyeing his hidden chest where the bullet had once sat. Blaine’s eyes fought back tears as he swallowed his fear. He suddenly realized that Kurt being alive was good, but it still didn't mean he wasn't in pain, that he wasn't completely miserable. Blaine wanted to place his hand somewhere on Kurt, to touch him, just hold his hand, feel his skin. He needed to feel it warm again and not sticky with blood. "Can I? Can I hold your hand?" Blaine said quietly and unsteadily, still scanning the blankets for a hint of skin. Kurt looked at him with saddened, hurt eyes. He forced a smile... forced. He pulled is tiny pale arm out and to the side, turning it over and Blaine could tell it was a big effort for Kurt.
Blaine intertwined his hand in Kurt’s, giving it the faintest of squeezes. It was odd now, how just holding Kurt's hand was so important to Blaine. How just hearing Kurt’s light breathing had meant everything to him in this moment.
Blaine could feel the nurse and security at his back now. He hadn't even realized they had followed him in. "You have to go now, I'm sorry," the nurse said, her tone now changing. Blaine could feel the water in his eyes as his nodded his head. He looked Kurt in the eyes and and said the same thing he had said so many times before, but now it really meant so much, now he could hear Blaine loud and clear. "Courage, Kurt."
"It hurts, What happened to me?" Kurt asked with a tired and low voice, looking at all three of them for an answer. Blaine suddenly realized, Kurt hadn't remembered what happened, he didn't remember being shot or laying there with Blaine in the office, he didn't remember when the boy tried to make him silent.
"Courage," Blaine said as he stepped away, giving Kurt’s hand a gentle squeeze and letting it go, against the bed. Blaine thought of how Kurt’s hand looking cold and lonely without Blaine’s in it. He walked out of the hospital, the security trailing behind him, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. Kurt was alive, but Kurt was also so sick and damaged. He woke up, but he didn't remember. Blaine still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that Kurt didn't remember what happened. He believed it was better, better for his love to not have that stuck in his mind, on repeat. Better for Kurt to not be like him right now.
Blaine walked back to the Hummel's house, passing Burt carrying a coffee and blankets out to his car, on his way to see Kurt. "He woke up," Blaine said, trying to not cry again. Burt looked at him and stopped.
"Kurt? He woke up?" Burt’s face lit up as he rushed to his car. "Wait, how do you...?"
"I was there," Blaine said as he walk into the front door, a small, unforced smile crossed him face, as still let it all sink in.
Blaine threw himself onto the couch and fell asleep, the smile still lingering, completely exhausted and sore from sleeping on the sidewalk the night before.
When he woke up, a blanket was on top of him and something smelled delicious. Carole was making pasta with Finn and Burt was reading a newspaper. It was getting dark, Blaine realized he had slept the entire day.
"Hey, sleepy head!" Burt hollered at Blaine. The mood in the room had now shifted and the cold, usually empty house was now a home, not so cold and empty. "Kurt's doing well, the doctors said we could bring him dinner and he's finally out of the ICU," Burt still looked tired but some of the sadness had been replaced with something completely different, hope.
"I can visit him now?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah!" Burt laughed, "But visiting hours are over at eight, so we have to hurry over!"
Blaine grabbed up the blanket wondering who had put it on top of him and folded it. Carole was now putting the pasta into tupperware and Finn was putting everything into paper bags.
"Hey," Burt walked over to the couch, "Listen, Blaine. I know that you were there. That you were there for Kurt like that. I just wanted to say thank you. I'm really glad that he found you,"
Blaine smiled. "I'm pretty glad that he found me too, sir," he said with a little laugh.
They drove to the hospital, it was mostly quiet, but not painfully or awkwardly quiet, just quiet. Blaine couldn't wait to see Kurt, to talk to him. He couldn't wait to tell him he loved him in a much better circumstance.
When they arrived, Carole, Finn, and Burt handed Blaine the food and sent him up alone. They told him that he should have some time to talk with Kurt alone, since he hadn’t been able to in so long. They were going to get ice cream downstairs for a bit.
As Blaine came to the Kurt's door, my breathing quickened. Butterflies appeared in his stomach. Kurt looked better than he had this morning. He didn't have as many wires and he was sleeping, peacefully. Blaine tiptoed in, trying not to wake him, until he came to Kurt’s side. He curled his hand in his boyfriend’s and held it as if it was the most valuable thing in the world and Blaine thought about how it was a part of the most valuable thing in my world to Blaine, Kurt.
Kurt’s eyes fluttered open. He even woke up perfectly, Blaine thought. Kurt’s eyes lit up, "Blaine?"