"I'm here, Kurt," Blaine’s eyes fell to the thick gauze that wound around Kurt’s shoulder and chest and he knew it was from the bullet. And it was hard. Hard to look, to concentrate on Kurt because flashes of the pained and bleeding him was still fogging Blaine’s vision.
Blaine began to cry. Not because I was happy or sad, but because everything seemed to hit him at once. Everything that Kurt had been through, how many students had actually died, some of them Warblers, how the killers would never get to see what they had done, how Blaine was sleeping on Kurt's couch, and everything would change. Kurt grabbed his hand and pulled him in, closer to his bed. "Blaine, courage," he whispered. Blaine smiled at him through the tears.
"I'm staying with your parents," Blaine said, "Your dad.. he...uh sorta took me in." He was somewhat ashamed.
"Blaine," Kurt said with a sort of question looming over it, "This isn't like you, you seem different, like, I don't know like you've lost something.”
Blaine wanted to say the same to him but he knew that Kurt had an excuse. He had been shot. He was aloud to be different.
"Kurt," Blaine spoke, "I haven't been able to sleep very much. I've been terrified because no one has been giving me any information on what's happening with you. Well, up until now I guess. I saw you, I saw you so hurt, Kurt. Do you... Do you remember?" Blaine had remembered Kurt asking him what had happened early. Kurt looked at Blaine, the real Kurt. Not sick and beaten Kurt anymore but strong Kurt, okay Kurt.
Kurt looked down at his bedsheets, and spoke softly, "No, I don't. My dad, he told me the basic details. But that's it."
Blaine studied Kurt's face, trying to find what he was feeling. It was a mix of pain and a sense of being okay. "Blaine, he won't tell me much. He said that you were there. You're okay right? You weren't..." Kurt tried to swallow the lump in his throat.
"No, no," Blaine spoke, "I mean yes, well, I was there. But I wasn't shot. I wasn't hurt." Physically Blaine wanted to say but choked it back.
"What.. what happened?" Kurt asked, finally looking up to meet Blaine’s gaze. Blaine thought about how beautiful Kurt’s eyes were. He had forgotten how lost I could get in them. How easy it was just to melt in them.
"Well, you were shot, obviously. And the paramedics found you," Blaine said breaking eye contact, making Kurt worried.
"Wait, I thought you... you said you saw me hurt, Blaine?" his hand flenched under the boy’s.
"No..well, I mean.. I saw the paramedics take you away. I was... I was in the bathroom the whole time," Blaine lied. He didn't want Kurt to know, didn't want him to think he was damaged or that he had changed. Blaine didn't want him to know he might have been the cause of the entire shooting. Blaine just wanted to be there, with Kurt who was very alive.
He walked closer to Kurt, “Can I? I mean, can I hug you? Or at least wrap my arms around you?” he asked sadly.
“Please do, Blaine,” Kurt said, letting his hand go and holding his good arm open for his boyfriend.
Blaine reached his arms around Kurt’s tiny self and pulled him up a little, being extra careful not to touch his shoulder, letting his hands rest between Kurt’s back and his bed. He rested my chin on Kurt’s boney shoulder and let out a breathe.
They could feel each other’s heartbeats. Blaine thought about how Kurt’s wasn't just barely there, either. It was loud and it was beating opposite his, as if they were two puzzle pieces forming together.