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Fill: Taste of Revenge so Bittersweet 3/3 Trigger: Illness
anonymous
January 15 2012, 06:25:17 UTC
“Kurt, I’m fine,” Blaine had laughter in his voice and Kurt wanted to hate him for it but he was too happy that his boyfriend was awake and would be allowed to leave the hospital in the morning. Blaine’s parents were down in the cafeteria, his dad on the phone with their lawyer now that he knew his son was fine, and Carole had arrived to take Finn and Mercedes home after she’d gotten off work. “But I might change my mind if Finn apologizes again. Think you can get him to stop? Nineteen times in a half hour is a little annoying.”
“How can you joke after what happened?” he demanded. He was the one who had to tell Blaine’s parents, Mercedes, and Finn about Santana’s cruel idea of revenge and how it had almost killed Blaine. If Blaine had been alone when he’d eaten the cake, he would be dead. Blaine’s father had immediately started talking about negligence and reckless endangerment and other legal terms Kurt didn’t know. There was a real possibility that Santana could go to jail for her actions and every time Kurt felt sympathy gnawing at his stomach, all he had to do was look at Blaine sitting in a hospital bed in a shapeless hospital gown.
“I’m fine,” Blaine stressed as he grabbed Kurt’s hand.
Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. “I was so scared.”
“So was I,” Blaine admitted. “But you were there and you knew what to do. I’m fine because of you.”
“Only because you told me it was strawberry, not cherry,” Kurt retorted, letting Blaine pull him on to the bed and into his arms.
Blaine sighed as he placed his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “I’m going to work on your ability to accept gratitude.”
“How can you joke after what happened?” he demanded. He was the one who had to tell Blaine’s parents, Mercedes, and Finn about Santana’s cruel idea of revenge and how it had almost killed Blaine. If Blaine had been alone when he’d eaten the cake, he would be dead. Blaine’s father had immediately started talking about negligence and reckless endangerment and other legal terms Kurt didn’t know. There was a real possibility that Santana could go to jail for her actions and every time Kurt felt sympathy gnawing at his stomach, all he had to do was look at Blaine sitting in a hospital bed in a shapeless hospital gown.
“I’m fine,” Blaine stressed as he grabbed Kurt’s hand.
Kurt took a deep breath and nodded. “I was so scared.”
“So was I,” Blaine admitted. “But you were there and you knew what to do. I’m fine because of you.”
“Only because you told me it was strawberry, not cherry,” Kurt retorted, letting Blaine pull him on to the bed and into his arms.
Blaine sighed as he placed his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “I’m going to work on your ability to accept gratitude.”
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