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FILLED: Wrong (13/?)
anonymous
December 22 2011, 01:20:42 UTC
Blaine does wake up; it’s a long, slow process of returning to consciousness and the reality he doesn’t want, not yet at least, because he feels warm and safe here for once. But it’s inevitable, his mind is pulling towards awareness and there’s no stopping it. Except even when there’s nothing but his eyelids between him and the real world, it still feels better than it has in months. It takes a moment for his tired brain to catalogue the sensations and realize why. When he does, however, he wonders if he’s really awake.
There’s a warm, solid body pressed against him from behind, comforting even through the blankets. An arm is slung around Blaine’s waist, hand resting right over his heart. In the silence of the hospital room he can hear someone else’s breath in rhythm with his own, but it’s the scent that tells him everything. Warm and a little exotic, and so, so familiar that Blaine finally dares to open his eyes.
“Kurt?” His throat is raw from crying and his eyes so puffy they’re more like slits, but he manages to rasp out the question right as he looks down and recognizes the hand on his chest. He knows this hand as well as he knows his own. He’d held and touched it thousands of times, kissed it, had it stroke and caress him, and done things to him he’ll never, ever forget. But how…?
“I’m here.” Kurt’s voice is unmistakable, right by Blaine’s ear, so close he can feel a puff of air touch the tiny hairs on his neck. He turns in the embrace, half-afraid that he’s imagining things, but no, Kurt’s right there, with his everchanging eyes, his porcelain skin, hair a carefully styled mess. He’s so beautiful and so close that Blaine’s breath hitches.
“But… it’s Monday. Shouldn’t you be back in New York?”
Kurt smiles softly.
“Did you think I would leave without saying goodbye? I wanted to stay with you a little longer. And missing Monday classes is not a problem. I have to fly back tonight, though.”
A bit of warmth spreads inside Blaine’s chest. He knows that he should pull away from the embrace, put some distance between them if he’s to do what he has to. But he feels so weak after this night, so vulnerable… Just today, just one more day, his selfishness whispers. Just a goodbye. Then Kurt will be gone and he’ll have time to get used to being alone again, for good this time. The prolonged silence is becoming awkward, so Blaine blurts out.
“Why are you up here? Not that I mind, but…”
Kurt’s eyes are worried now, sad, and Blaine registers the dark circles under his eyes, like he didn’t get much rest either.
“You were crying in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, because it obviously wasn’t a good dream, but it didn’t work, so I climbed up here to see if holding you would help, and it did. Blaine… Please. I don’t know what is wrong, but can I help you somehow? Please, let me help you. I love you so much, and it breaks my heart to see you in pain, but I don’t know what to do, you need to tell me…”
Tears are stinging Blaine’s eyes again, and he’s really close to saying “Stay with me, don’t ever go”, so he bites his tongue and just shakes his head. Kurt’s arm tightens around him and there’s fear in his eyes as he speaks rapidly, anxiously.
“But… But are you even getting any help? You’re not just going back to school as if nothing happened, are you?”
Blaine recalls his mom’s monologue from last night, the part he hasn’t been able to process yet, and he shrugs.
“No. As soon as they let me out of here, in a day or two, my parents are taking me to a private mental hospital for a week. They’re supposed to evaluate and diagnose me there, and set some kind of therapy, I don’t know. So I guess I will have help?” Blaine hates how weak it sounds.
“Can I at least call you every day?” Kurt’s voice is shaking and he looks like he’s going to cry. Blaine knows that he doesn’t deserve all this care, but oh, how grateful he is for it anyway. “Not when I’m there, apparently there’s a no outside contact rule. But I’ll let you know when I’m out?”
There’s a warm, solid body pressed against him from behind, comforting even through the blankets. An arm is slung around Blaine’s waist, hand resting right over his heart. In the silence of the hospital room he can hear someone else’s breath in rhythm with his own, but it’s the scent that tells him everything. Warm and a little exotic, and so, so familiar that Blaine finally dares to open his eyes.
“Kurt?” His throat is raw from crying and his eyes so puffy they’re more like slits, but he manages to rasp out the question right as he looks down and recognizes the hand on his chest. He knows this hand as well as he knows his own. He’d held and touched it thousands of times, kissed it, had it stroke and caress him, and done things to him he’ll never, ever forget. But how…?
“I’m here.” Kurt’s voice is unmistakable, right by Blaine’s ear, so close he can feel a puff of air touch the tiny hairs on his neck. He turns in the embrace, half-afraid that he’s imagining things, but no, Kurt’s right there, with his everchanging eyes, his porcelain skin, hair a carefully styled mess. He’s so beautiful and so close that Blaine’s breath hitches.
“But… it’s Monday. Shouldn’t you be back in New York?”
Kurt smiles softly.
“Did you think I would leave without saying goodbye? I wanted to stay with you a little longer. And missing Monday classes is not a problem. I have to fly back tonight, though.”
A bit of warmth spreads inside Blaine’s chest. He knows that he should pull away from the embrace, put some distance between them if he’s to do what he has to. But he feels so weak after this night, so vulnerable… Just today, just one more day, his selfishness whispers. Just a goodbye. Then Kurt will be gone and he’ll have time to get used to being alone again, for good this time. The prolonged silence is becoming awkward, so Blaine blurts out.
“Why are you up here? Not that I mind, but…”
Kurt’s eyes are worried now, sad, and Blaine registers the dark circles under his eyes, like he didn’t get much rest either.
“You were crying in your sleep. I tried to wake you up, because it obviously wasn’t a good dream, but it didn’t work, so I climbed up here to see if holding you would help, and it did. Blaine… Please. I don’t know what is wrong, but can I help you somehow? Please, let me help you. I love you so much, and it breaks my heart to see you in pain, but I don’t know what to do, you need to tell me…”
Tears are stinging Blaine’s eyes again, and he’s really close to saying “Stay with me, don’t ever go”, so he bites his tongue and just shakes his head. Kurt’s arm tightens around him and there’s fear in his eyes as he speaks rapidly, anxiously.
“But… But are you even getting any help? You’re not just going back to school as if nothing happened, are you?”
Blaine recalls his mom’s monologue from last night, the part he hasn’t been able to process yet, and he shrugs.
“No. As soon as they let me out of here, in a day or two, my parents are taking me to a private mental hospital for a week. They’re supposed to evaluate and diagnose me there, and set some kind of therapy, I don’t know. So I guess I will have help?” Blaine hates how weak it sounds.
“Can I at least call you every day?” Kurt’s voice is shaking and he looks like he’s going to cry. Blaine knows that he doesn’t deserve all this care, but oh, how grateful he is for it anyway.
“Not when I’m there, apparently there’s a no outside contact rule. But I’ll let you know when I’m out?”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
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