Kurt spent the next half hour at Blaine's bedside, letting him sleep; he did after all need as much rest as possible in order to recuperate quickly.

After a while however, Blaine began to sweat and writhe in the bed, tangling his legs in the blanket and fisting the sheets at his sides. His face pulled into a grimace as he let out an animalistic growl, and Kurt looked around frantically as if there would be a big sign on the wall telling him what to do. When Blaine's moans of pain started getting louder, Kurt put a hand on his shoulder and shook him.

"Blaine! Blaine, wake up! It's okay, you're safe…" Blaine's eyes shot open as fast as lightning and he sucked in a sharp gasp, sweat running off his curls and chest heaving. "I'm here, you're okay," Kurt reassured him, wiping the sweat off Blaine's brow and soothing him, at the same time running his eyes up and down Blaine's body to try and find the source of pain.

Blaine had fresh bandages around his head, but Kurt could still see evidence of a pretty serious wound above his right ear. There was a dark purple bruise around his temple and eye, as well as smatterings of bruises down his chest and left side, where apparently he had a broken rib. They were still awaiting test results to see if there was any major internal damage. On top of all this, Blaine was covered pretty much head to toe in cuts, some tiny, some deep gashes, from where the glass shards pierced his once flawless skin.

Blaine apparently noticed Kurt's close scrutiny of his body, because he reached out with a shaky hand and took Kurt's in comfort. "Hey. I know that look Kurt, I'm fine. Just a bad dream. Trauma I guess."

"I could have stopped this. Could have stopped him." Kurt whispered, now staring blankly off into the corner, focusing on nothing except the overwhelming feeling of guilt at seeing Blaine's injuries; both physical and mental. His lip quivered as he thought back to his conversation with Carole, but he just couldn't believe that what she had said was true. If he was a real man, not just some scrawny little wimp then he could have stopped Mr Anderson, could have saved Blaine. Blaine was probably going to break up with him after he had recovered, when he realised that Kurt was nothing worth keeping and couldn't even stand up to an old drunk.

"Kurt, just stop it." Blaine snapped, pulling Kurt around to face him. Blaine didn't look angry, just disappointed and worried. "You know you couldn't have done any more than you did! It doesn't matter that I got a little hurt; I'm still alive aren't I? And I'm much happier that it was me he hurt instead of you."

"How can you say that?! How can you not hate me for letting this happen? Why have you not just broken up with me?"

"Because I love you, Kurt. That means I can never hate you."

The simple words made Kurt's stomach twist and his heart explode with feelings, how the hell had he ended up with someone as perfect as Blaine? Although he hadn't fully forgiven himself, at least he was a lot happier knowing Blaine definitely still loved him.

"I love you too Blaine." Kurt whispered, and leaned down to press a loving kiss to Blaine's lips. "So, how is your dad?" Kurt asked cautiously, he wasn't sure whether Blaine would want to talk about him or not.

Blaine took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. "He's suffered some pretty bad head injuries. Still in a coma." The muscles in Blaine's jaw moved as he gritted his teeth, clearly seething at the thought of his father. "Serves him right, dumbass bastard. I can't believe what he said to you Kurt. And when he pushed you… I could have killed him. Then he went and nearly did it himself, dragging me along with him…" Kurt winced a little at Blaine's words, but he could sympathise with him. He was about ready to kill George Anderson too. "I hope he wakes up though," added Blaine, "because then I'll get a chance to say everything he needs to hear. How much he's fucked up my life and how miserable he makes me. I don't even care if he kicks me out, there's no way in hell I'm living with him again now anyway. Rather be homeless."

Kurt rubbed Blaine's knuckles soothingly. "Hmm… Well you can always come and stay with me. If my dad says no I'll hide you in my closet!" Kurt grinned mischievously and Blaine chuckled.

"If there's room between your mountains of clothes that is!" Added Blaine cheekily, earning a mock-slap from Kurt. It felt good for both boys to be laughing and joking together again; as if they were almost back to normal.

But just then, the happy bubble was popped as a swift knock sounded against the door and a short ginger nurse bustled in, clipboard and various bottles of pills in her arms.

"Good afternoon, Mr Anderson, how are you feeling?" she asked in a bright voice, stepping up to the edge of Blaine's bed opposite Kurt.

"I'm okay thank you, not much different from this morning." Blaine gave a charming smile and Kurt smiled at his boyfriend's gentlemanly response.

"I'm glad to hear it." replied the nurse, returning Blaine's smile warmly. "Your test results show no signs of damage to your internal organs or anything else particularly. However, car accidents can be traumatic for your body as well as your mind, so the doctor has prescribed these pills for the next month. They will just make sure the recovery runs smoothly, and help with pain and such. We expect to keep you in just for one more night, then you're free to go!"

Blaine and Kurt let out simultaneous sighs of relief, and looked at each other with gleams of happiness in their eyes. One single thought was running through Kurt's mind; BLAINE IS OKAY. He has no lasting damage; he can come home tomorrow; he will get better.

"Thank you so much." Blaine said with a grin, as the nurse placed the pills on his bedside table and rearranged the flowers in the little vase by the window. She gave the boys one more smile before turning to leave.

Just as she got to the door however, she turned back and said, "Oh, in case you were wondering, your father's condition hasn't changed. It seems that due to the alcohol in his system at the time of the accident, his body has decided to shut down for a while in order to cope and mend itself."

Blaine considered slowly, considering this. Kurt searched his face for any signs of sadness, but failed. It pained Kurt to see that George had caused so much misery in Blaine's life that he could care so little about his wellbeing.

"So… when will he wake up?" Blaine asked.

"We aren't sure." And with that, she left the room.

Blaine looked back to Kurt, but found his boyfriend with a blank, slightly pained expression. "Kurt?" He pulled his brows together in confusion as Kurt let out a small, shaky breath, memories flooding around him.

"I don't understand what you're saying, when is he going to wake up?" Kurt shook his head in confusion and clenched his folded arms closer to his chest as he tried to process what the doctor had just told him. He had talked about a heart attack, arrhythmia, comatose… All Kurt wanted to know was when he could get his father back.

"We don't know." The doctor replied morosely, and he left with a small nod. Kurt barely registered him leaving though, and didn't feel Mr Schue's comforting hand press onto his shoulder. The walls were spinning and the floor was an ocean, pulling him around and trying to knock him over. His dad was in a coma, almost dead… and Kurt couldn't do a thing about it.

Kurt snapped out of his flashback when Blaine tugged on his arm. That was one of his worst memories, the day when his father fell into a coma, and it was unnerving for it to happen again to a man that he didn't love, but virtually hated.

"Sorry," muttered Kurt when he realised Blaine's pitying expression.

"No, don't be. I know it reminds you of what happened to your dad. It's okay." Blaine patted Kurt's arm, who sniffled and yawned widely. Blaine thought the action was adorable, but he couldn't deny he was a little anxious about the black bags under Kurt's eyes and the amount he was yawning.

"Kurt, are you tired? How much sleep have you had over the last couple of days?"

"About four hours total. It's hard to sleep when I know you're in here." Kurt bit his lip and attempted to swallow another yawn, but failed miserably.

"Okay, come here." Blaine scooted over as best he could on the bed, pulling Kurt down to lie next to his right side. Neither Kurt nor Blaine could describe the feeling of euphoria at being back in one another's arms. "God it's been too long since I cuddled you. You can sleep in here until the nurses come kick you out."

And that's exactly what Kurt did.

OHMYGOD I can't believe how long it has been since I updated! :O School and dance and homework just take up all of my time now :/ But I'll try to keep updating as much as possible!

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