Kurt paced back and forth in front of his bed, his whole body was running on adrenaline.

"Sir, would you sit down? You're driving me insane!" Kathy bit her lip where she sat on the edge of Kurt's bed.

"Call me Kurt, Kath." The Prince sighed, pacing one more time before he let himself fall to the floor, sitting cross legged where he stood not a second ago with is head in his hands.

"It's...it's going to be okay. You know how scary Kate can be, she has half the guards on their way to his house right now," Kathy comforted.

"But Blaine was so broken when he got here. He was treated so badly, I can't stand the thought of him being there," Kurt shuddered and bit his lip, "I'm just fucking sat here. I feel so helpless."

"It's gonna be okay Si...Kurt, it's going to be fine," Kathy slipped of the bed and crawled towards him where the both met half-way in a hug.

"Thank-you for being here," Kurt mumbled into her shoulder.

"Of course I'm here. I love him too you know," Kathy squeezed Kurt gently.

"Love? I thought it was just a crush."

"What?"
"Oh please, do you really think I didn't notice that you were hitting on my man?" Kurt forced a broken laugh.

Kathy's cheek turned hot against Kurt's skin, "I...I..."

Kurt laughed again, a little more genuinely this time, "Don't worry. I don't blame you."

Kathy relaxed in Kurt's hold, "I don't think about him like that anymore...he's my best friend."

"Mine too."

"Kurt!" Kate burst through the door, "He's here, we've got him."

Kurt and Kathy both jumped to their feet, banging heads in the process but they barely noticed.

"Is he okay?" Both Kurt and Kathy spoke in sync.

"Ah, I...Um...he's in with the medics," Kate turned a little pale.

"Oh my God, oh my...What is it? What happened?" Kurt's hands turned to fists at his sides.

"He...he's been beaten up pretty bad," Kate admitted, biting her lip.

"Is he...is he going to be okay?" Kathy asked in horror.

"I don't know. I didn't really get to see him, but you know how good the medics are."

"I want to see him," Kurt took a step forward, his voice firm even though his whole body was shaking like leaf.

"They're not letting anyone in. Just...let them get everything under control first huh?"

Kurt ran a hand threw his already ruined hair, "No. No, no Blaine."

"Sh," Kate stepped forward and pulled the Prince close, "It's going to be okay."

"I can't loose him Kate, I can't," Kurt sobbed, surprised that he had anymore tears left in his body.

"I know, I know," Kate cooed, "I know how you feel about him."

Kurt pulled away from her, wiping his eyes but the tears were replaced just as quickly, "W-What?"

"You think I don't notice how you look at each other? How you light up when he walks into the room? That I didn't know what was going on when I came in here the other day and you were at opposite ends of the room?" Kate raised an eyebrow.

"K-Kate I...We...I mean..."

"Relax. I haven't told anyone," Kate grabbed his hand and squeezed his softly, "I'm glad you found someone...I just wish it was someone different."

Kurt gulped, "I love him Kate."

"I know sweetheart, I know," Kate pulled him into another hug, Kathy joining in this time.

"Can we go and wait outside?" Kurt asked.

"Of course, come on."

OXOXOXO

Kurt hated this part of the castle. It was all painted white and emotionless, everything was sterile and plain. Himself, Kathy and Kate sat outside the medics room on cold, white plastic chairs. Kurt sat in the middle with Kate's arm wrapped comfortingly around his shoulder and Kathy's hand clinging to his own in a vice grip.

"What's taking so long?" He asked, a little surprised at how much his voice shook.

"There...there was quiet a lot of blood from what I saw," Kate said, looking like she was unsure if she should share the information, "I'm sure they're just cleaning him up."

"Blood? From where?" Kathy's voice was a whisper, and Kurt rested his head on her shoulder when he saw how pale she looked. The usual rosy blush on her freckled cheeks was gone and she was almost as pale as the walls that enclosed them.

"Err, his back and his head," Kate bit his lip.

Kurt groaned, "Oh God," hiding his face in Kathy's blonde, sweet-smelling hair.

"Don't be...I mean even the smallest cuts can bleed like crazy sometimes right?" Kate tried, smiling slightly.

"I guess," Kurt grumbled in reply, still hiding in Kathy's hair. He didn't feel like staring at the blank white walls anymore. They seemed so bleak and hopeless and he had no clue about Blaine's condition. They'd been sat outside for at least an hour, although it felt like days, and Kurt had been tense and on edge the entire time; he just needed to see Blaine awake and okay.

The only thing that made him look up was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

A tall man with short brown hair, wearing a white medical coat was standing in the doorway, "Sir? You can come in now. He's not awake right, but he should be soon."

Kurt was sure he'd never got to his feet faster, causing his head to spin a little. He pushed past the man and Kathy and walked into the room that held his love. At least in here it was a bit more cheery. The walls were painted a pale blue and there were paintings of the gardens dotted here and there, as well as a few real plants that looked like they could do with being watered.

Kurt barley noticed the change in decor however, all he saw was a small boy laying in one of the many white, metal beds with bandages covering his right leg, head and with his left arm in a sling. Large tears welled up in his eyes at the sight, and by the time he had rushed to the very left corner where Blaine was lying, the tears had rolled down to paint his pale cheeks.

He stood the right side so he was able to reach out and hold Blaine's undamaged hand, his head spinning as he took in the boy's pale and bruised face, his split lower lip and his beaten limbs. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, Kate had moved in beside him with Kathy on his other side. The Slave girl clung to the metal head-board of Blaine's bed in a vice grip, silent tears running down her cheeks.

Kurt chewed on his bottom lip nervously, his eyes flickering over every inch of Blaine's disheveled body, "Is he going to be okay?"

"He's strong," Was all Kate said, squeezing his shoulder.

At that moment the man that had allowed them in walked over to them with a clipboard in his hand. Kurt found himself glancing around as he watched him walk over, noticing there were no other patients in the medic's room at the moment. Good, he decided, their full attention is on Blaine.

"Would you like me to update you on his condition?" The man asked, looking at Kate.

Kate looked at Kurt who nodded, letting out a whisper, "Please."

"Okay...," The man hummed, looking down the clipboard. The action at Kurt feeling a strange mix of relief and anger. He obviously wasn't too worried about Blaine from his calm posture, which was good, but he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed that he wasn't taking it a little more seriously.

"Well?" He asked.

"Mr Anderson has a broken right leg, fractured right wrist and several broken ribs. His head was deeply cut but the bleeding has not stopped, it has been cleaned and stitched up. His back was covered in a large amount of deep gashes, most likely from a whip of some sort. They too have been cleaned and covered to keep out infection. He had a small part of his wing torn off, but it's been stitched back together. He's weak and bruised all over, but he's going to make a full recovery with only a few minor scars."

Kurt let the deepest sigh of relief, "Thank-God," he threw his head back, his eyes closed, "How long?"

"Um...Well he'll wake up whenever his body is ready. All his vitals are back to normal so it usually isn't that long but everyone's different. You can squeeze his hand...his good hand, and call his name. Just talk to him, that might help him come around," The man suggested.

"Wait...Is he in a comma?" Kurt asked, frowning, "That's what you do with comma patients."

"No, but the same rules apply to any injury when the patients becomes unconscious. You do the same if someone fainted, which is basically what happened. He lost a lot of blood."

Kurt nodded, "O-Okay, thank-you so much."

"No problem, Sir. We'll do everything we can to aid his recovery," The man smiled and walked away, leaving the room so it was only Kurt, Kathy and Kate.

"I told you he was strong," Kate said softly.

Kurt nodded, letting out a sigh. It was only now when he'd relaxed a little that he noticed Blaine's body hooked up to the beeping machines, and the light green hospital gown on his body, peaking out of the white blankets that covered him. He gave the hand he was holding a small squeeze.

"Blaine?" He asked, "Blaine baby, can you hear me?"

Not response.

Kurt nibbled on his bottom lip and reached to the pull the blankets a little higher, it wasn't cold in there but Blaine just looked so pale and weak. He tucked them around Blaine gently so he was snuggled up tight and comfortable, he petted his curls where they were sticking out of the bandage and stroked down his cheek. During his actions he completely forgot of Kathy and Kate's presence, to him it was only him and Blaine in the room. Blaine was the only thing that was important.

"Come on sweetie, wake-up for me. I'm here," He cooed, bringing Blaine's good hand to his lips and pressed sweet and tender kisses to each of his knuckles, "Can you feel that?"

Nothing.

"I'm not leaving until you wake-up," He informed Blaine, "You know how hopeless and lost I am without you."

His thumb brushed lightly back and forth over Blaine's hand, "I need you, Sweetheart. Please come back...I know I broke my promise. I'm so sorry. I said I'd never let him hurt you again...I'm going to look after you until you're better though, okay? I...I'm sorry."

Still nothing.

"I'll make it up to you. Whatever you want, I'll do it. He can't hurt you anymore, he's banished from the kingdom. He can't touch you again. Not with his words or his fists."

The room was silent and motionless apart from the annoying beep of the machines.

"You'll forgive me right, Blaine? I know you will. You've got such a big heart. That's one of the things I love about you," Kurt's finger traced random love-hearts over the back of Blaine's palm, "I'm so in love with you."

All three of the conscious fairies in the room's head snapped up as the sound of the beeping increased. Blaine's heart-rate had gone up and fallen back down to normal again.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, a little more urgency in his voice, "Come on, I know you can hear me beautiful. Come back to me. I love you baby."

It increased again before falling back down to the normal level.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, feeling a thrill run through his body with Blaine's fingers tightened slightly around his own, "I love you so much. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, but you need to wake-you first."

Blaine's eyes moved back and forth behind his eyelids and Kathy let out a small squeak, "Blaine?"

"Let me see those beautiful eyes baby," Kurt willed, "Come on, Blaine. Please? I've missed them so much, they always make me feel so safe and loved."

Blaine's eyes moved for a few seconds more before they opened, quickly shutting again against the light.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

Blaine's dry mouth opened and he croaked something, his voice deep and scratchy.

"Huh?" Kurt frowned, "What did you say sweetie?"

"Love you too," Blaine's voice was weak, his vocal chords strained from screaming so loud during the attack.

Kurt broke out into a sob, "Oh Blaine, thank goodness."

Blaine's eyes opened again, blinking furiously and he let out a small groan, "Ugh, my head."

Kurt bit his lip, "Are you in pain? What do you need? Water? Food? Are you too hot? Too cold? Pain meds? What do you need?" He asked in a ramble.

Blaine's eyes closed again and he let out a dry chuckle, wincing at the movement it caused in his ribs, "Water would be nice, please."

Kurt let out a sigh, reaching out for a glass and the water jug on the shelf behind Blaine's head. Blaine was going to be okay.