Dead Hearts are Everywhere 6/11(?) + Epilogue
Title: Dead Hearts are Everywhere
Author: justdetails
Rating: T
Beta: abrokenkindofperfect
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, past Blaine/Sebastian - Blaine/Quinn, Blaine/Mike, Blaine/Brittany friendship
Warnings/Spoilers: None for this part.
Word Count: 1, 282, this part
Summary: AU. Blaine Anderson’s father is dying. His mother is gone. His heart is withering away, but as it does, he realizes that maybe there’s something to this Love thing after all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters represented.
Author's Note: This one is mainly from Charles'(Blaine's father) POV.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
PART SIX:
Steady eyes staying level on me
I hope I never see what they see
You'll always feel it, you're the sweetest one
Let's let them live their whole lives bored
Unbeknownst to Blaine, his father clutches his less injured hand in his as he waits while Blaine-
Charles refuses to say anything other than sleep, refuses to think of it as a coma, insists to every person that asks that no, his son is merely sleeping.
And as Blaine sleeps, Charles sits by his bedside and reads to him, the same way he used to when Blaine was so young - he’s still so young, still just a boy, he thinks.
Charles does this for many reasons; he needs the familiarity as much as Blaine does, and it’s much easier to stare at the worn pages of his books, than to look at the cuts and bruises and bandages that cover his precious son’s face. But most of all, it’s easier to pretend he’s simply reading a fantastic tale to Blaine so that he’ll have pleasant dreams, and wake up with a smile, than to admit the truth that Blaine may not wake at all.
Charles visits everyday - before work, at his lunch, with Gemma after work - and now, Cooper joins him, when he finally comes back into town.
And every day, he tells his daughter, just shy of twelve, that yes, of course Blaine will wake up, it’s only a matter of time.
As the days pass, they turn into weeks, which turn into months; Blaine’s bruises fade, his cuts heal, but Charles slowly starts to lose hope - that maybe his bright, selfless and kind son will never open his eyes.
He just wants to see those hazel eyes once more.
Is that so much to ask?
--
It has been two months now, and Blaine still sleeps.
His arm is still in a sling, his leg still in a cast, but his face is no longer marked - the only reminder visible is a small scar, barely noticeable, by his hairline.
Charles still reads, but stops after an hour so Gemma and Cooper can sing and talk to their brother. Charles watches Blaine like a hawk during this time; keeps an eye out for any changes, for any twitches, as Cooper and Gemma harmonize quietly, Cooper strumming Blaine’s guitar.
But like every night since, nothing happens.
--
Charles slips away one night while Cooper talks to Blaine and Gemma works on homework.
He takes out his phone and dials a number he wishes he didn’t know.
“Hello, Charles.”
“Helena.”
“What is it then? Be quick about it, Steven and I have dinner reservations and-“
“Why haven’t you visited?”
“Visited…Blaine? Is he awake then?”
“No, he’s still - he’s still sleeping.”
“Charles, don’t be ridiculous. He’s in a coma, not having a nap.”
“You should come and see him, Helena. It’s the least you can do. The doctors say it’s good for him and he needs all the help he can get.”
“Charles…I don’t know why you and Cooper - you shouldn’t bother. He can’t hear you and those doctors should be sued for telling you lies and giving you false hope. I have to go now, dinner is in an hour and I still have to-“
“Fine. Go to your dinner and your events and parties instead of visiting your comatose son!”
“Charles-“
“I’ll call you if he wakes up, if you care to know.”
After he ends the call, Charles sinks to the floor, suddenly exhausted beyond belief, and puts his head in his hands.
His jaw set, hands shaking, he only realizes he’s crying when Cooper comes to sit next to him, wrapping his arms around his father, murmuring words of comfort in his ear.
Charles often wonders why bad things happen to good people; he wonders why his son, who has already had to go through so much, is stuck in this sleep state just because of who he is.
--
It is nearing the end of the third month when Charles stops reading to his son.
Instead, he starts to talk.
On Wednesday:
“Do you remember when I first read you The Wizard of Oz? I don’t suppose you remember that first time, since you were so young - two, maybe three years old, I believe. Cooper had told me rather adamantly that it had to be the first real book you heard.”
“Cooper had been calling you Lion since you were one, and after I finished reading, you finally understood why.”
“When I think about it, you are rather like the Lion. You don’t really see how brave you really are, son, but you have to know that you have so much courage.”
“I admire it you know.”
“You are so brave, my Little Lion, so brave.”
Thursday:
“I hated building that car. I was only trying to spend more time with you and instead I made - god, Blaine, I made you think that I - but I don’t and-“
“You were just becoming so distant, and I was working longer hours and one day, I just, I realized I no longer knew you, not really. So I came up with all of those stupid bonding activities.”
“Cooper told me how you felt about the car. Blaine you must know, I am so sorry for how I made you feel. I wasn’t trying to change you, son, I would never, you have to know that. I love you, every part of you.”
“Please wake up, Blaine. I can’t lose you too.”
Friday:
“The boys who hurt you and Seth were released.”
“Why is the world so cruel Blaine? I just want you to be safe, to not have to worry when you walk down the street. I want you to hold a boy’s hand in public without being scared or-“
“I want…”
“Blaine, I just want to protect you. From everything; the hurt, the pain of life, sadness and loss.”
“But I can’t.”
And then, a Saturday:
“Seth and his family are moving to California. His parents told me he hasn’t been doing well. I asked him if he wanted to come and see you, but…he said he couldn’t.”
“I can understand that. In the beginning, it was hard for me to look at you. My little boy…you looked so broken. All I wanted to do was to fix you.”
“I miss your laugh, Blaine. I miss you smile and your eyes. I miss hearing you sing with Gemma and listening to you playing the piano.”
“Please wake up, son. We can’t lose you too, we just can’t. Please open your eyes, my Lion. I would give anything to see your eyes once more, I - Blaine? Son, can you hear me? Open your eyes Blaine! Please, oh god, Blaine, squeeze my hand if you can hear me! Oh Blaine, there you are. Nurse, nurse!”
--
Blaine wakes on a Saturday, confused and heavy limbed.
Charles holds his hand as the doctor asks Blaine question after question. He stares at Blaine, takes in everything; from his son’s frown, sometimes unfocused eyes, and lazily moving mouth.
Charles jumps when Blaine slowly uncurls his hand from within his father’s hold, and unsteadily wipes a tear from Charles’ cheek.
His voice is quiet and slow when he speaks.
“Dad?”
Charles wipes his eyes, gives a short laugh and promptly reclaims his hold of Blaine’s hand.
“It’s just so good to see your eyes again, son.”
Blaine gives him a small, shaky smile, and Charles tries to burn he image into his brain.
--
Blaine is never the same after that, but then, he’s not really sure who he was to begin with.
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Author: justdetails
Rating: T
Beta: abrokenkindofperfect
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt, past Blaine/Sebastian - Blaine/Quinn, Blaine/Mike, Blaine/Brittany friendship
Warnings/Spoilers: None for this part.
Word Count: 1, 282, this part
Summary: AU. Blaine Anderson’s father is dying. His mother is gone. His heart is withering away, but as it does, he realizes that maybe there’s something to this Love thing after all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any characters represented.
Author's Note: This one is mainly from Charles'(Blaine's father) POV.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6
PART SIX:
Steady eyes staying level on me
I hope I never see what they see
You'll always feel it, you're the sweetest one
Let's let them live their whole lives bored
Unbeknownst to Blaine, his father clutches his less injured hand in his as he waits while Blaine-
Charles refuses to say anything other than sleep, refuses to think of it as a coma, insists to every person that asks that no, his son is merely sleeping.
And as Blaine sleeps, Charles sits by his bedside and reads to him, the same way he used to when Blaine was so young - he’s still so young, still just a boy, he thinks.
Charles does this for many reasons; he needs the familiarity as much as Blaine does, and it’s much easier to stare at the worn pages of his books, than to look at the cuts and bruises and bandages that cover his precious son’s face. But most of all, it’s easier to pretend he’s simply reading a fantastic tale to Blaine so that he’ll have pleasant dreams, and wake up with a smile, than to admit the truth that Blaine may not wake at all.
Charles visits everyday - before work, at his lunch, with Gemma after work - and now, Cooper joins him, when he finally comes back into town.
And every day, he tells his daughter, just shy of twelve, that yes, of course Blaine will wake up, it’s only a matter of time.
As the days pass, they turn into weeks, which turn into months; Blaine’s bruises fade, his cuts heal, but Charles slowly starts to lose hope - that maybe his bright, selfless and kind son will never open his eyes.
He just wants to see those hazel eyes once more.
Is that so much to ask?
--
It has been two months now, and Blaine still sleeps.
His arm is still in a sling, his leg still in a cast, but his face is no longer marked - the only reminder visible is a small scar, barely noticeable, by his hairline.
Charles still reads, but stops after an hour so Gemma and Cooper can sing and talk to their brother. Charles watches Blaine like a hawk during this time; keeps an eye out for any changes, for any twitches, as Cooper and Gemma harmonize quietly, Cooper strumming Blaine’s guitar.
But like every night since, nothing happens.
--
Charles slips away one night while Cooper talks to Blaine and Gemma works on homework.
He takes out his phone and dials a number he wishes he didn’t know.
“Hello, Charles.”
“Helena.”
“What is it then? Be quick about it, Steven and I have dinner reservations and-“
“Why haven’t you visited?”
“Visited…Blaine? Is he awake then?”
“No, he’s still - he’s still sleeping.”
“Charles, don’t be ridiculous. He’s in a coma, not having a nap.”
“You should come and see him, Helena. It’s the least you can do. The doctors say it’s good for him and he needs all the help he can get.”
“Charles…I don’t know why you and Cooper - you shouldn’t bother. He can’t hear you and those doctors should be sued for telling you lies and giving you false hope. I have to go now, dinner is in an hour and I still have to-“
“Fine. Go to your dinner and your events and parties instead of visiting your comatose son!”
“Charles-“
“I’ll call you if he wakes up, if you care to know.”
After he ends the call, Charles sinks to the floor, suddenly exhausted beyond belief, and puts his head in his hands.
His jaw set, hands shaking, he only realizes he’s crying when Cooper comes to sit next to him, wrapping his arms around his father, murmuring words of comfort in his ear.
Charles often wonders why bad things happen to good people; he wonders why his son, who has already had to go through so much, is stuck in this sleep state just because of who he is.
--
It is nearing the end of the third month when Charles stops reading to his son.
Instead, he starts to talk.
On Wednesday:
“Do you remember when I first read you The Wizard of Oz? I don’t suppose you remember that first time, since you were so young - two, maybe three years old, I believe. Cooper had told me rather adamantly that it had to be the first real book you heard.”
“Cooper had been calling you Lion since you were one, and after I finished reading, you finally understood why.”
“When I think about it, you are rather like the Lion. You don’t really see how brave you really are, son, but you have to know that you have so much courage.”
“I admire it you know.”
“You are so brave, my Little Lion, so brave.”
Thursday:
“I hated building that car. I was only trying to spend more time with you and instead I made - god, Blaine, I made you think that I - but I don’t and-“
“You were just becoming so distant, and I was working longer hours and one day, I just, I realized I no longer knew you, not really. So I came up with all of those stupid bonding activities.”
“Cooper told me how you felt about the car. Blaine you must know, I am so sorry for how I made you feel. I wasn’t trying to change you, son, I would never, you have to know that. I love you, every part of you.”
“Please wake up, Blaine. I can’t lose you too.”
Friday:
“The boys who hurt you and Seth were released.”
“Why is the world so cruel Blaine? I just want you to be safe, to not have to worry when you walk down the street. I want you to hold a boy’s hand in public without being scared or-“
“I want…”
“Blaine, I just want to protect you. From everything; the hurt, the pain of life, sadness and loss.”
“But I can’t.”
And then, a Saturday:
“Seth and his family are moving to California. His parents told me he hasn’t been doing well. I asked him if he wanted to come and see you, but…he said he couldn’t.”
“I can understand that. In the beginning, it was hard for me to look at you. My little boy…you looked so broken. All I wanted to do was to fix you.”
“I miss your laugh, Blaine. I miss you smile and your eyes. I miss hearing you sing with Gemma and listening to you playing the piano.”
“Please wake up, son. We can’t lose you too, we just can’t. Please open your eyes, my Lion. I would give anything to see your eyes once more, I - Blaine? Son, can you hear me? Open your eyes Blaine! Please, oh god, Blaine, squeeze my hand if you can hear me! Oh Blaine, there you are. Nurse, nurse!”
--
Blaine wakes on a Saturday, confused and heavy limbed.
Charles holds his hand as the doctor asks Blaine question after question. He stares at Blaine, takes in everything; from his son’s frown, sometimes unfocused eyes, and lazily moving mouth.
Charles jumps when Blaine slowly uncurls his hand from within his father’s hold, and unsteadily wipes a tear from Charles’ cheek.
His voice is quiet and slow when he speaks.
“Dad?”
Charles wipes his eyes, gives a short laugh and promptly reclaims his hold of Blaine’s hand.
“It’s just so good to see your eyes again, son.”
Blaine gives him a small, shaky smile, and Charles tries to burn he image into his brain.
--
Blaine is never the same after that, but then, he’s not really sure who he was to begin with.
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