Mantra: Glee/ATWT crossover; Kurt/Blaine, Luke/Reid
Title: Mantra
Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Glee and As the World Turns
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine and background Luke/Reid
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Set in the Train, What Train? universe of As the World Turns and in Blaine's senior year of high school, so spoilers for that, I guess?
Summary: Kurt surprised Blaine with a Valentine's Day visit and trip to Chicago that ends with Kurt in a hospital bed in Oakdale.
Author’s Notes: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I pledged to my fellow LuRe and Klaine shipper slayerkitty that I would write a Glee/ATWT fic since I was the one who had planted the idea for said crossover in her head. I believe that was about a year ago....whoops. Better late than never, I guess? This is the third or fourth attempt I made at writing a crossover and it's much more angsty than I anticipated.
This is all my fault.
It was stupid.
I’m so sorry.
The words echoed in his mind as he sat staring at Kurt’s unconscious form. This shouldn’t have happened, they should have been more careful but they drunk on a freedom of being anywhere but Lima, of seeing each other after months of separation and the light at the end of the tunnel that was Blaine’s graduation. They were too wrapped in each other to hear the approaching footsteps and the drunken cries of protest as the group rounded the corner. They thought it wouldn’t happen here, because anywhere was better than Ohio, but they were wrong.
Kurt was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a hospital in some town that Blaine couldn’t remember the name of because, surprisingly this place, not Chicago where they were attacked, had the best neurology wing and surgeon in the area. A doctor he doesn’t remember, except for a flash of red hair and an awkward pat on the shoulder Blaine thinks was meant to be comforting.
This is all my fault.
And now Blaine was by himself, hand gripping Kurt’s lifeless-no, just relaxed-hand as tears dripped down his face and every rattling gasp from the machine helping Kurt breathe setting him more and more on edge. He was tired, he was frightened and he was so alone but his parents were God knows where and Burt and Carole were stuck in Ohio because they wanted to take a romantic Valentine’s Day trip out of town and it never not snowed in the Midwest.
It was stupid.
The whoosh of displaced air made Blaine look up, not caring that tears still dripped down his face and he couldn’t bring himself to return the smile the blonde man who had entered gave him. He watched warily as the man who looked only slightly older than him took a few more steps into the hospital room and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. He wore a suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, the brightness of it blinding in the dim room.
“Who are you?” Blaine asked, his voice rough.
“Luke Snyder,” the man answered quietly. “Reid told me you were by yourself and I thought I’d come in and check on you. How do you feel?” He added, gesturing to Blaine’s forehead. The teen brushed his free hand over the butterfly bandage covering the large cut slicing diagonally across his eyebrow and his jaw tightened, aching where it bruised from a few well-placed punches when he tried to fight back. He thought he remembered the police in Chicago saying they hadn’t found the attackers yet, but it was mostly a blur.
“I’m okay, not as bad as-” his hand tightened around Kurt’s and his tears welled at the lack of response. He wiped them away quickly, hissing as the rough touch brushed over his cut. “I still don’t understand what you’re doing here. Who’s Reid?”
The other man, Luke, huffed a laugh. “Dr. Oliver, the surgeon who’s taken Kurt’s case? He and I…we’re together,” he paused as though he expected a reaction from Blaine. “Anyway, I heard how your parents weren’t here yet and I figured you might need someone to look in on you.”
“But…why?” Blaine’s mind felt sluggish and Luke’s words didn’t seem to process. He just wanted Kurt to wake up, why wasn’t anyone worried about it? Who cared if anyone came for him? Kurt was the one with the family, with enough love to light up all of Ohio and Blaine had teared that all away with one stupid whim.
I’m so sorry.
“I run a foundation that aids several charities, including gay rights, and I want to you help you.” Luke stepped closer, leaning over Kurt and making Blaine flinch at his proximity. “I also have a fund for personal projects and I want to use that to help you and Kurt.” Confusion must have crossed Blaine’s features because Luke sighed softly before drawing a chair up on the other side of Kurt’s bed. The scraping of the feet on the linoleum sounded like the scuffle of feet as he tried to keep the gang of men from beating Kurt and Blaine swallowed a sense of panic.
“Blaine…you were the victim of a hate crime,” Luke’s voice was soft and possibly mean to be comforting, but it was suffocating. “And you need justice. I want to help you find that.” But Blaine couldn’t answer, flashbacks of a previous beating, fewer assailants but no less pain, flashed in his mind. Two boys were beaten in a hate crime last week…a blonde reporter’s falsely sympathetic voice rang in Blaine’s ears…waiting at after a local school's Sadie Hawkin's dance…one boy is in critical condition and not expected to survive…bile rose in the back of Blaine’s throat; he couldn’t have ruined Kurt’s life, not like this, not again. It was too much.
“Please leave,” Blaine interrupted Luke’s speech and took no notice of the shock on the other man’s face. “Leave me alone! I don’t want your help.” I don’t need another reminder of how I screwed things up. He could not ignore the pity on the blonde’s face as he stood.
“I’ll be outside, I’ll let you know when your family gets here,” the blonde answered. Another voice floated into the room as the door closed behind him, one made of clipped tones that Blaine vaguely remembered telling him about swelling in Kurt’s brain and the urgency of surgery and…the rhythmic mechanic breathing cut into Blaine’s thoughts and he forced himself to focus. It wouldn’t be like last time, it couldn’t. If Kurt didn’t survive this…Blaine wasn’t sure what he would do.
No, he couldn’t think like that. He had to remain positive, he was always the positive one and he couldn’t let Kurt down now. With a steadying breath Blaine straitened in the chair and clasped Kurt’s clammy hand in his own.
“This was my fault,“ he whispered, eyes roaming over the unresponsive form of his boyfriend. “It was stupid. I am so sorry.”
I love you.
Author: erikssiren
Fandom(s): Glee and As the World Turns
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine and background Luke/Reid
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Set in the Train, What Train? universe of As the World Turns and in Blaine's senior year of high school, so spoilers for that, I guess?
Summary: Kurt surprised Blaine with a Valentine's Day visit and trip to Chicago that ends with Kurt in a hospital bed in Oakdale.
Author’s Notes: A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I pledged to my fellow LuRe and Klaine shipper slayerkitty that I would write a Glee/ATWT fic since I was the one who had planted the idea for said crossover in her head. I believe that was about a year ago....whoops. Better late than never, I guess? This is the third or fourth attempt I made at writing a crossover and it's much more angsty than I anticipated.
This is all my fault.
It was stupid.
I’m so sorry.
The words echoed in his mind as he sat staring at Kurt’s unconscious form. This shouldn’t have happened, they should have been more careful but they drunk on a freedom of being anywhere but Lima, of seeing each other after months of separation and the light at the end of the tunnel that was Blaine’s graduation. They were too wrapped in each other to hear the approaching footsteps and the drunken cries of protest as the group rounded the corner. They thought it wouldn’t happen here, because anywhere was better than Ohio, but they were wrong.
Kurt was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a hospital in some town that Blaine couldn’t remember the name of because, surprisingly this place, not Chicago where they were attacked, had the best neurology wing and surgeon in the area. A doctor he doesn’t remember, except for a flash of red hair and an awkward pat on the shoulder Blaine thinks was meant to be comforting.
This is all my fault.
And now Blaine was by himself, hand gripping Kurt’s lifeless-no, just relaxed-hand as tears dripped down his face and every rattling gasp from the machine helping Kurt breathe setting him more and more on edge. He was tired, he was frightened and he was so alone but his parents were God knows where and Burt and Carole were stuck in Ohio because they wanted to take a romantic Valentine’s Day trip out of town and it never not snowed in the Midwest.
It was stupid.
The whoosh of displaced air made Blaine look up, not caring that tears still dripped down his face and he couldn’t bring himself to return the smile the blonde man who had entered gave him. He watched warily as the man who looked only slightly older than him took a few more steps into the hospital room and shoved his hands in his jean pockets. He wore a suit jacket over a crisp white shirt, the brightness of it blinding in the dim room.
“Who are you?” Blaine asked, his voice rough.
“Luke Snyder,” the man answered quietly. “Reid told me you were by yourself and I thought I’d come in and check on you. How do you feel?” He added, gesturing to Blaine’s forehead. The teen brushed his free hand over the butterfly bandage covering the large cut slicing diagonally across his eyebrow and his jaw tightened, aching where it bruised from a few well-placed punches when he tried to fight back. He thought he remembered the police in Chicago saying they hadn’t found the attackers yet, but it was mostly a blur.
“I’m okay, not as bad as-” his hand tightened around Kurt’s and his tears welled at the lack of response. He wiped them away quickly, hissing as the rough touch brushed over his cut. “I still don’t understand what you’re doing here. Who’s Reid?”
The other man, Luke, huffed a laugh. “Dr. Oliver, the surgeon who’s taken Kurt’s case? He and I…we’re together,” he paused as though he expected a reaction from Blaine. “Anyway, I heard how your parents weren’t here yet and I figured you might need someone to look in on you.”
“But…why?” Blaine’s mind felt sluggish and Luke’s words didn’t seem to process. He just wanted Kurt to wake up, why wasn’t anyone worried about it? Who cared if anyone came for him? Kurt was the one with the family, with enough love to light up all of Ohio and Blaine had teared that all away with one stupid whim.
I’m so sorry.
“I run a foundation that aids several charities, including gay rights, and I want to you help you.” Luke stepped closer, leaning over Kurt and making Blaine flinch at his proximity. “I also have a fund for personal projects and I want to use that to help you and Kurt.” Confusion must have crossed Blaine’s features because Luke sighed softly before drawing a chair up on the other side of Kurt’s bed. The scraping of the feet on the linoleum sounded like the scuffle of feet as he tried to keep the gang of men from beating Kurt and Blaine swallowed a sense of panic.
“Blaine…you were the victim of a hate crime,” Luke’s voice was soft and possibly mean to be comforting, but it was suffocating. “And you need justice. I want to help you find that.” But Blaine couldn’t answer, flashbacks of a previous beating, fewer assailants but no less pain, flashed in his mind. Two boys were beaten in a hate crime last week…a blonde reporter’s falsely sympathetic voice rang in Blaine’s ears…waiting at after a local school's Sadie Hawkin's dance…one boy is in critical condition and not expected to survive…bile rose in the back of Blaine’s throat; he couldn’t have ruined Kurt’s life, not like this, not again. It was too much.
“Please leave,” Blaine interrupted Luke’s speech and took no notice of the shock on the other man’s face. “Leave me alone! I don’t want your help.” I don’t need another reminder of how I screwed things up. He could not ignore the pity on the blonde’s face as he stood.
“I’ll be outside, I’ll let you know when your family gets here,” the blonde answered. Another voice floated into the room as the door closed behind him, one made of clipped tones that Blaine vaguely remembered telling him about swelling in Kurt’s brain and the urgency of surgery and…the rhythmic mechanic breathing cut into Blaine’s thoughts and he forced himself to focus. It wouldn’t be like last time, it couldn’t. If Kurt didn’t survive this…Blaine wasn’t sure what he would do.
No, he couldn’t think like that. He had to remain positive, he was always the positive one and he couldn’t let Kurt down now. With a steadying breath Blaine straitened in the chair and clasped Kurt’s clammy hand in his own.
“This was my fault,“ he whispered, eyes roaming over the unresponsive form of his boyfriend. “It was stupid. I am so sorry.”
I love you.