A/N. This is my first ever fic! I hope you guys like it, i've had it for weeks and i decided to finally upload it. All constructive criticism is welcomed. There will be more chapters when i have time to write and it will probably be moved up to an M in rating in the next chapter.
Jumping out of his car, Blaine felt anger and fear shoot painfully through his stomach. He had messed up. He thought he had messed up things before, but nothing compared to this. One phone call was all it had taken. He had put Kurt in danger, the one thing he had promised himself not to do. Blaine's senses all felt numb. He couldn't take in the people around him, chatting normally not knowing what had been going on around them. But Blaine knew. That's what brought him to the Hospital when he should have been in a English Literature exam.
Blaine advanced on the hospital doors, barely avoiding running. He didn't know what he was going to find when he got to Kurt, but he knew once he got there, he would at least feel better for being by his side.
He finally reached the reception desk. Blaine walked straight past the end of the queue ignoring the mutters of the people he had past.
"Where's Kurt Hummel?" he demanded. Not caring about been rude.
This in itself showed Blaine was seriously upset. Blaine had never spoken to anyone, who hadn't provoked him first, in that way before.
"Excuse me, but there is a queue. You cannot barge through and command me to give you information you may not be entitled to have." She replied shakily, taken back at the advance just made on her.
"Does it look like I fucking care? My friend is here because of my actions, and if you don't tell me where he is, so help me I will go from ward to ward until I find him myself!" Shouted Blaine, trembling from head to toe.
He knew he had lost all control of his emotions. He felt two seconds away from collapsing.
"Please, sit down. I will contact someone who can help you." She pleaded.
Unable to move himself, a woman in the queue steered the young man in the direction of a plastic chair. Blaine stumbled into the chair, succumbing to the woman's strong pull.
The people in the queue all looked extremely sorry for Blaine as he tightly held his legs to his chest. Blaine liked the pressure, it felt like he was holding himself together.
"Just... I need to... Kurt... Help."Blaine stammered.
"Hey," the women said in a calming tone, "why don't you sit here and wait for that lovely woman to see if she has permission to give you your friend's whereabouts."
The receptionist gave the woman a look of much gratitude before picking up the phone to ring the manager.
Blaine sat distressed for what felt like hours. He went over in his head the words he had spoken just this morning.
"You just need a little courage; don't let him treat you like he does."
He wanted to get out of his own head. Going over the past was not going to change it, but he couldn't stop torturing himself with blame.
"Kurt's parents have allowed you to go up. This nurse will take you." The receptionist told him, glad to have been able to give him good news.
Taking a second to digest her words, Blaine asked, "I can see Kurt?"
This time the nurse replied, the receptionist returning behind her desk and attending the other visitors. "Yes, this way."
When Blaine looked up, the nurse was pointing to a large white staircase.
Somehow, Blaine found enough strength to pull himself out of the chair and follow the tall, blonde nurse. Many visitors around the reception area where still looking at Blaine with pity, but he didn't notice. He was too busy worrying what he would find in the room he was being led to. The nurse seemed to see Blaine was in no state to talk, so she led the young man towards the ward in silence. Blaine's dread increased with every step he took, the only thing making him move was the thought of Kurt.
Finally, Blaine found himself standing before Kurt's room. With a sharp intake of breathe he studied the broken boy, finding deep black bruises, scratches and blood. Blaine's heart broke. The restless look on Kurt's sleeping face made him want to do anything he could to make him feel better. He looked dangerously pale to Blaine. He loved Kurt's porcelain skin, but right now he looked ghostly. Blaine could only see the bruises on Kurt's face, arms and neck. He had a feeling he didn't want to see the rest of the damage. He hovered at the door, not wanting to see his injuries more detail.
Blaine didn't even notice the two other people in the room before the woman spoke.
"You must be Blaine," Carol said, trying to smile, "we've heard a lot about you."
In any other circumstance, Blaine would be overjoyed to hear Kurt talked about him, but he couldn't feel anything but overwhelming guilt and sadness. Carol must have noticed he couldn't talk as she gently led him to a chair besides Kurt's bed to tell him what he had been craving to hear the second he found out Kurt was hurt.
"He's just got back from surgery. Had some internal bleeding and had to be operated on immediately. Luckily the Nurse said he's stabling and apart from some artificial wounds he has a few broken ribs and one of his arms is broken. We don't know what happened yet. I guess the only person who can tell us in Kurt, but he will be unconscious for at least another 24 h..h..hours." Carols voice broke and speaking for the first time, a man carried on the story. Blaine guessed it was Kurt's dad. His eyes were red from continuous crying and looked the way Blaine felt.
"It was me who found him. I was picking him up from school, but I was running a little late and told him to start walking. 15 minutes is all it took for the bastard to do this to him. 15 minutes, I was meant to have picked him up by then. If only I hadn't been late..." Burt cried. "It's all my fault!"
"Of course it isn't honey," calmed carol, walking over to him and taking him into his arms.
"But it is, Kurt told me to hurry. Told me a guy on the football team who was known to bully him was standing around. Kar.. Karofsky, that's who he mentioned. The little shit ran off before I got there. The police are looking for him now."
Blaine, who had been staring at Kurt's face throughout this snapped his head up.
"Karofsky hasn't been caught!" Blaine jumped up and ran toward the door. Thoughts of finding Karofsky were on his mind. Kurt didn't deserve this and the fact Blaine was the one who told Kurt to stand up to Karofsky made him feel it was entirely his own fault.
A startled Burt leaped forwards and refrained Blaine from getting any further towards the door.
"It won't help Blaine. Kurt needs you here, not behind bars." Burt said, holding Blaine in his arms like a son.
This caused Blaine to break down. The tears he had been holding in fell furiously and freely from Blaine's eyes. "But... but it's all my fault. Kurt came to me a couple of days ago to tell me a guy called Karofsky was constantly bullying him. And I told him to confront him the next time. It's.. It's all my fault."
Burt held the young boy in his arms. He knew it wasn't Blaine's fault in the slightest, but Burt had no way to reassure him. Burt was constantly doing the exact same thing, blaming himself. He felt Blaine's legs collapse and reached to stop him from falling. Steering Blaine back to the chair, Burt looked at Carol, hoping she knew what to say to him.
"Blaine, snap out of it. This was not yours, Burt's or my fault. It was the person who did it and beating yourself over something you said to Kurt is not going to help. What you need is to stay strong for him, Blaine."
Burt noticed carol was talking to him aswel. Surprisingly, carols firm but reassuring words snapped Burt from his guilt and focused his thoughts on Kurt's recovery. Burt placed a caring hand on Blaine's shoulder and told him, "Me and carol are going to get some stuff for Kurt from home. We'll leave you with him for a while. Is there anything you want me and carol to bring back for you?"
Blaine could only manage to shake his head and whisper thanks.
All Blaine wanted to do was take Kurt into him arms and protect him from the world. He looked too fragile and breakable. Blaine still felt it was his fault, he couldn't escape the guilt. The overwhelming need to hold Kurt together was what led Blaine to finally fall asleep with him in his arms.
"Leave them to sleep." Carol said to Burt, steering him to the chairs outside Kurt's room.
"He really loves Kurt. I used to think no one would be good enough for my little boy, but you can see how much this is hurting Blaine."
"Hm," Carol agreed, "We'll give him half an hour, Blaine needs the sleep."
As soon as Burt went to nod, they heard Blaine's phone ring inside the room.
"Should I go turn it off so he can sleep?" Burt asked Carol.
But Carol had no time to answer; Blaine had already answered the phone.
Seeing the caller ID, Blaine hurried to answer his phone.
"Hey." Blaine answered with relief.
"What's happened? I've just got you message that you're at the hospital! Who hurt you?" Blaine's older sister asked frantically.
"It's not me this time, it's.. it's.. Kurt."
"As in your boyfriend Kurt?"
"He's not my boyfriend, but yes, it's him." Blaine said, starting to cry silently.
Lelia, Blaine's sister, knew however. "I'm so sorry Blaine, I know you really like him."
"I'm fine, really. It's just, I think I love him, and I can't bear to see him like this." Blaine was unable to carry on from a large sob erupting from his chest.
"Calm down. If I come down will it help?"
"I'd really love for you to be here if you could. It's hard being in this room again."
"Again? What do you mean Blaine?" Lelia questioned.
"It's..It's the room I was in. After mark attacked me. That's why I'm so scared. What if Kurt's in this room for the same reasons I was. What if that bastard r..r.."
"Blaine, I'm coming now. Can you hang on until I get there?"
"I think so; Kurt's parents should be back soon. I love you Lelia."
"I love you too, Blaine." Lelia replied easily. But Blaine knew she was worrying profoundly about him.
Blaine sat down on the chair besides Kurt's bed, gazing at him while lost in his own thoughts.
Outside Kurt's room, Carol and Burt sat in silence; taking in Blaine's half of the conversation.