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FILLED: Wrong 6/?
anonymous
December 16 2011, 16:42:03 UTC
6. Mrs. Anderson’s never really had a problem with Kurt. She may be a workaholic and often absent from Blaine’s life, but she’s fine with him being gay and having a boyfriend. Whenever they spoke in the past, she’s always been nothing but nice towards Kurt. That’s what he doesn’t understand now, what he’s been wondering since his dad’s call yesterday - why the hell didn’t she contact him in the first place? Why did he have to learn this way, and so late?
That’s the first question he asks her when she enters the small room, looking pale and exhausted, her eyes bloodshot. It sounds like an accusation, tumbling from his lips, and maybe that’s exactly what it is. Blaine could have died during those two days before Kurt learned what happened, and he wouldn’t have known. It makes Kurt so angry that he wants to scream. But he doesn’t; instead, he just asks, incredulous.
“Why? Why didn’t you call me as soon as it happened?”
She looks at him as if she saw a ghost, her face becoming tense and weary quickly.
“Kurt. What are you doing here?”
“I flew from New York as soon as I heard Blaine’s here, of course; what else could I be doing?”
He doesn’t realize he’s raising his voice until his dad lays a calming hand on his forearm. Blaine’s mom looks confused.
“Wait, but… Didn’t you two break up?”
“What- ?”
Kurt’s so shocked, and frankly terrified, that he starts hyperventilating again, tightness in his chest returning. He makes conscious effort to calm down his breathing - passing out again is out of the question. Mrs. Anderson looks at him with widening eyes, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth.
“Oh god, you didn’t… I assumed… We thought… God, I’m sorry Kurt. I’m so sorry. We assumed that’s why he did this. He’s been talking about you so little recently, and getting sad so often… I thought you two had trouble because of the distance, that you broke up. And Blaine didn’t leave any note, didn’t say anything, so it seemed to be the logical explanation and… I’m sorry, you must be worried sick!”
She slides down to sit on a chair and Kurt doesn’t have it in him to keep being angry. He just needs to know - at last how bad it all is, what actually happened.
“How is he? What did he do? Is it going to be all right? Please, tell me! I just know that he tried to… tried…”
He can’t say the words, they keep getting stuck in his throat, choking him, but she nods.
“Blaine, he… He cut. His wrists. It was bad for a while; if he’d been found a couple of minutes longer, it would have probably been too late. It looks like he didn’t plan it, he must have been in the middle of making dinner, because the pan was still on the stove. The fire alarm went off and when firefighters arrived, they found him in a… a pool of blood on the floor.” Her voice breaks on the last words as she starts crying, but goes on. “He should be fine in a couple of days, physically, although there may be some damage to the nerves, we won’t know until later. But mentally… he won’t talk, Kurt. He refuses to talk about any of this, just says that he’s sorry. He’s still under suicide watch now.”
“Can I see him?” Kurt asks, breathless, because now that he finally knows, he needs that so much it hurts. His instinct is to help, soothe, make it better, even though he blames himself in the first place. His heart feels like it’s ripping out of his chest in its pull to go to the one he loves. Mrs. Anderson nods.
“Of course. Just… it looks bad, Kurt. Scary. You need to know this.”
“I don’t care.”
“You will when you see. But sure, come with me. I’ll tell the nurses there you’re family.”
Mrs. Anderson’s never really had a problem with Kurt. She may be a workaholic and often absent from Blaine’s life, but she’s fine with him being gay and having a boyfriend. Whenever they spoke in the past, she’s always been nothing but nice towards Kurt. That’s what he doesn’t understand now, what he’s been wondering since his dad’s call yesterday - why the hell didn’t she contact him in the first place? Why did he have to learn this way, and so late?
That’s the first question he asks her when she enters the small room, looking pale and exhausted, her eyes bloodshot. It sounds like an accusation, tumbling from his lips, and maybe that’s exactly what it is. Blaine could have died during those two days before Kurt learned what happened, and he wouldn’t have known. It makes Kurt so angry that he wants to scream. But he doesn’t; instead, he just asks, incredulous.
“Why? Why didn’t you call me as soon as it happened?”
She looks at him as if she saw a ghost, her face becoming tense and weary quickly.
“Kurt. What are you doing here?”
“I flew from New York as soon as I heard Blaine’s here, of course; what else could I be doing?”
He doesn’t realize he’s raising his voice until his dad lays a calming hand on his forearm. Blaine’s mom looks confused.
“Wait, but… Didn’t you two break up?”
“What- ?”
Kurt’s so shocked, and frankly terrified, that he starts hyperventilating again, tightness in his chest returning. He makes conscious effort to calm down his breathing - passing out again is out of the question. Mrs. Anderson looks at him with widening eyes, her hand jumping up to cover her mouth.
“Oh god, you didn’t… I assumed… We thought… God, I’m sorry Kurt. I’m so sorry. We assumed that’s why he did this. He’s been talking about you so little recently, and getting sad so often… I thought you two had trouble because of the distance, that you broke up. And Blaine didn’t leave any note, didn’t say anything, so it seemed to be the logical explanation and… I’m sorry, you must be worried sick!”
She slides down to sit on a chair and Kurt doesn’t have it in him to keep being angry. He just needs to know - at last how bad it all is, what actually happened.
“How is he? What did he do? Is it going to be all right? Please, tell me! I just know that he tried to… tried…”
He can’t say the words, they keep getting stuck in his throat, choking him, but she nods.
“Blaine, he… He cut. His wrists. It was bad for a while; if he’d been found a couple of minutes longer, it would have probably been too late. It looks like he didn’t plan it, he must have been in the middle of making dinner, because the pan was still on the stove. The fire alarm went off and when firefighters arrived, they found him in a… a pool of blood on the floor.” Her voice breaks on the last words as she starts crying, but goes on. “He should be fine in a couple of days, physically, although there may be some damage to the nerves, we won’t know until later. But mentally… he won’t talk, Kurt. He refuses to talk about any of this, just says that he’s sorry. He’s still under suicide watch now.”
“Can I see him?” Kurt asks, breathless, because now that he finally knows, he needs that so much it hurts. His instinct is to help, soothe, make it better, even though he blames himself in the first place. His heart feels like it’s ripping out of his chest in its pull to go to the one he loves. Mrs. Anderson nods.
“Of course. Just… it looks bad, Kurt. Scary. You need to know this.”
“I don’t care.”
“You will when you see. But sure, come with me. I’ll tell the nurses there you’re family.”
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Loving it, even if it is pulling on my heartstrings. :)
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