#blaingst

Stranger: Blaine heard his name then, no louder than a whisper, but the soft, soothing sounds of Kurt's voice was clear as day to him. Kurt. Like lightning, he was there next to him, and Blaine felt like his throat was closing up - as if he didn't feel that way already. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to think despite the pounding in his head. What do you even say? When you're lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood after a dance with your friend? "Hi," Blaine said. No, that definitely wasn't it. Well, it was too late now. Everything was dead silent around them, but all of Blaine's senses felt amplified. Every time a leaf rustled, Blaine heard it, and it sounded too loud, too harsh.

You: Kurt felt tears stinging at his eyes and bile in the back of his throat and he swallowed thickly, his hands fluttering around until he put one on Blaine's shoulder, "Wh-What happened? Who...wh-who d-did this to you?" He asked, his voice wavering as he looked around, half expecting the culprit to jump out of the shadows. He heard Blaine greet him instead and he sniffled, shaking his head. He moved his hand from Blaine's shoulder up to his head, feeling his stomach roll unpleasantly when his fingers came back wet and sticky with Blaine's blood and he let out a shuddering breath as he wiped the blood off on his shirt, "I...I'm gonna...g-gonna call 911. Just hold on." He fumbled around to get his phone, his hands shaking and breaths coming out harsh. He misdialed twice before he finally got it right and he jammed the phone to his ear, eyes darting all over Blaine's form, afraid to move him to hurt him even more.

Stranger: They shouldn't have come here tonight. Of course, Blaine thought that a thousand times over as swift feet and fists struck his face, and his stomach, and his everything else, but he could only think it again now as Kurt desperately tried to call the police. He shouldn't have come here tonight, and he definitely shouldn't have brought Kurt. What was he thinking? Blaine knew what Westerville High was like - what did he expect was going to happen? He managed to let out a feeble groan as a car started on the other end of the parking lot, tires screeching and gravel flying as it drove off. The person in that car either didn't see Blaine, or didn't care. Blaine let his eyes flutter slowly open again, and he let out another groan as he saw Kurt put the phone to his ear. "No, I'm fine," he croaked. No, he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. But calling 911 means that he couldn't get up and pretend he was. Maybe... maybe he could. He could get up and they'll put a bandage on his head and he could just go home. With a cry of pain, muffled by his own sealed lips, Blaine tried to push himself up off the ground and onto his feet. He had only leaned upwards about halfway when his arms collapsed under himself, and he fell back to the ground.

You: Kurt paid him no mind, figuring he could try asking what had happened again once he had an ambulance on the wait, "No, you're not." He replied simply, his voice still shaking a bit. An operator finally picked and he inhaled, "H-Hi, I...I'm at--at Westerville High School a-and my da--my friend has been a-attacked. Th-There's a lot of blood and--Blaine, don't!" He cut himself off, Blaine's loud cry obviously head, "Don't move." He begged, unable to stop it as a sob escaped him and he squeezed his eyes shut tight for a moment before he began speaking again, saying things were bad and they were in the parking lot and once he hung up he put his phone away and moved to Blaine, "A-Are you crazy, you can't stand up." He chastised him, tears still in his eyes as he moved, struggling to take his suit jacket off before he draped it over Blaine, using the sleeve to press against the gash on his head to try and stop the bleeding, "They...th-they'll be here soon. A-An ambulance."

Stranger: They shouldn't have come here, they shouldn't have come here, they shouldn't have come here. "We... shouldn't have..." A sharp pain shot through Blaine's head, and he cut himself off with another groan. He kept trying to think, to find something to say or do, but his mind was clouded. 'Everything hurts.' 'We shouldn't have come here.' 'I'm fine.' 'We shouldn't have come here.' 'Get up, Blaine.' 'Get out of here.' 'I'm sorry.' 'I'm fine.' "I'm... sorry," was the only one that he vocalized. His speech was slowly tremendously, and he was quickly losing body heat. He struggled to shift on the pavement, eventually pulling his arms out from under him and rolling his head to it's side, letting out another cry as the gash on his head touched the ground, and quickly returning his head to its original position.

You: Kurt immediately shook his head, "Hey sh-shhh, shh, it's okay. I /wanted/ to come here. With you." he murmured to him, blinking hard as a few tears slid down his cheeks while Blaine let out pained noises and when he apologized Kurt sniffled and shook his head once more, "Don't...don't do that. Don't a-apologize. You did /n-nothing/ wrong, Blaine. I promise. He let him move to try and get more comfortable, another little sob escaping him as Blaine cried out and he moved, closing his eyes for a second and letting out a breath, "I'm sorry." he murmured before he grabbed Blaine and moved him, bodily tugging him over so Blaine was laying half over his lap instead of on the ground and Kurt grabbed his suit jacket again, trying to stem the bleeding from his head, "Focus on me, okay? We'll be out o-of here soon."

Stranger: Blaine could hear Kurt, but not a single word really registered in his mind. Out of everything, though, the sound of Kurt's voice was the least painful to hear. Everything about Kurt was soft, and gentle, and it had always been that way. As his head was moved into Kurt's lap, he let out a shaky breath, though struggling to bring air back into his lungs again. 'Calm down, Blaine.' "Please... calm down. Don't cry. It's fine," he murmured, his voice less rough now as it was feeble and strained, each word sounding like a challenge. A squirrel ran from one tree to another, and Blaine wished for a fleeting moment that everything would just stop. Every breath felt too hard, and every sound was too loud. He wanted this to be over. They shouldn't have come here.

You: Kurt sniffled again and just kept shaking his head, "Don't talk anymore. Don't..don't waste your strength okay, P-Please?" he begged quietly, tears falling freely now as he kept pressure on the wound on Blaine's head, his other hand moving down Blaine's arm and to his hand, "Just..j-just squeeze my hand, okay?" He asked, his voice shaking. It was quiet enough out that he could already hear sirens in the distance and he swallowed thickly, "H-Hear that? The ambulance is coming. You're gonna be fine. I promise, j-just hold on okay?"

Stranger: Blaine swallowed thickly, his breath stuttering as he tried to inhale deeply. Four counts in, and four counts out, right? No. Four counts in and six counts out. Or six counts in and four counts out? God, why can't he remember how to breathe? A sob escaped his lip, and 'Stop crying, Blaine.' 'I'm fine.' It's like his mind was racing through thousand of blank thoughts. Each one cutting off the last before he could really think it, leaving him desperate to put everything together - to make something make sense. Yet, everything was starting to get quiet, and he couldn't tell if that was worse or better than hearing it all through a stethoscope. Even Kurt's voice sounded muffled, like they were underwater. Like his senses were numbing. 'I'm numbing.' That was it. Numbing. Blood was draining from his body fast and he felt light-headed. 'Squeeze Kurt's hand.' Blaine gave a light squeeze to Kurt's hand, and he took another shaky breath in. Numbing was okay.

You: Kurt felt the barely-there squeeze to his hand and he nodded a bit, "Good, j-just..just like that." he murmured softly, sniffling as he squeezed back once more, his fingers trembling both in Blaine's grasp and against the cloth of his jacket pressed against Blaine's forehead. His fingers were all red at that point, his clothes stained with Blaine's blood, but for the first time in probably ever, his clothes and his appearance were the least of his worries. Soon enough, the sirens got louder and blue and red lights shone on the pavement, "They're coming. You're..you're g-gonna be f-fine." He tried to assure him, failing to give him a smile just as the ambulance pulled into the parking lot.

Stranger: This was definitely better than before. His body felt heavy, and every blink left him feeling more exhausted than before. But he didn't want to move. It was like coming home after a long day and lying in bed with all your clothes still on, thinking that if you fell asleep there and then, just like that, that'd be okay. At least you wouldn't have to get up again. Maybe if he just fell asleep like this. Maybe that'd be okay. "I'm... tired," Blaine whispered to Kurt, avoiding any unnecessary movement of his lips, causing his words to slur together. He didn't even know if Kurt could hear him, but he couldn't bring himself to say it again. By now, even the rapid thoughts rushing through his head had slowed, and now it felt blank. There were no thoughts to be thought anymore.

You: Kurt could only just barely hear Blaine's words but when he deciphered them his heart dropped, "Blaine, no. No, don't...d-don't fall asleep. Please. /Please/, don't--" he broke off on a sob, a few of his tears even dripping down onto Blaine at that point as he cried harder, "You..y-you need to..t-to stay awake. Stay with me, p..please..." he begged just as the ambulance finally got there and after that it was a flurry of movement. EMTs were surrounding them and Blaine was being ripped away from him to be placed on a stretcher and loaded into the back of the truck. Thankfully, one of the female EMTs helped him up as well and let him ride along and he scrambled to climb inside, body trembling as he sat to the side, watching as a number of the medics rushed around, putting an oxygen mask on Blaine and calling out all sorts of words and orders, making Kurt dizzy with everything they were saying--but as long as they made sure Blaine was okay he didn't mind.

You: (I figure we can both just do the hospital stuff since i'm winging it here)

Stranger: (Okay, sure! Would you mind if I did a time-skip?)

You: (go ahead!)

Stranger: (Thanks!)

Stranger: It was a little under a week later when Blaine came to his senses in Westerville General Hospital. It was slow, and it started with the will to move. No coherent thought, no sights or sounds or senses, just the will to move. So after a moment, his fingers twitched. And then his hand. And suddenly he could feel his breathing, and his heart beating in his chest. No, he could hear his heart beating. The slow, steady beeping of the monitor he was hooked up to. He could feel the tight bandages around his chest, and head, and the stiff mattress under his back. It took him another minute or so, however, before he could open his eyes. As they blinked open, slowly but surely, he was blinded by bright, florescent lighting, and odd, muted patterns. It all came rushing back to him then, and Blaine became dizzy with it all. Before he could fall back asleep, he shoved himself up and back towards the wall behind his bed - despite the sharp pain it brought him. He leaned against the wall, his version blurry as he squinted at the dark silhouette beside his bed. "Kurt?"

You: Kurt had pretty much spent the week in a daze. He couldn't eat and could barely sleep, looked paler than normal, ill almost. But he couldn't do anything about it. All he kept thinking about was Blaine's body on the ground in a pool of his own blood, his blood which then stained into Kurt's clothes and Kurt's skin to the point that sometimes he swore he could still see flecks of red on his hands despite the countless times he's washed his hands and showered after that night. He hadn't gone back to school, he couldn't get himself to stop thinking about anything other than Blaine to focus and honestly? He was too scared to. They still didn't know who had done this but Kurt knew it had to have been students. So instead every single day he went to the hospital, sitting in silence beside Blaine's bed, watching his unmovable form. He was pretty sure he had had a breakdown that first night after they wheeled Blaine away from him and into surgery, but he didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about anything else, including his own well-being, until Blaine was awake. So that's where he was now, sitting beside Blaine's bed like he had every day this week, and in a rare moment, he had actually dozed off, his head lolled to the side. He snapped awake though when he heard his name, startling up, his eyes widening, "Wha--" he let out a breath, looking around before his eyes landed on Blaine's, "B...Blaine? You're...y..you're awake?" he breathed out, his eyes watering almost instantly.

Stranger: His vision began to clear, and yes, that was definitely Kurt. As if he couldn't tell by his voice. "Hi." There it was again. Hi. But what do you even say? When you're lying on a hospital bed a week after the school dance with your friend? The way Blaine saw it, there wasn't much to say at all. Other than 'Hi' and 'You look pale. And not in your usual beautiful way.' He could say that he was in pain, but he was pretty sure that was obvious. He could say he was awake, but that was redundant. He could ask where he was, but it didn't really matter beyond 'the hospital.' "When is it?" Wait, that wasn't right. That didn't make sense. Blaine shut his eyes and shook his head slightly his lips curling up into a tiny smirk. "What day is it... was... uh... what I meant to say. Hi."

You: Kurt tried to give him a smile and failed, his lower lip trembling as his eyesight clouded with tears. A few times he had actually fallen asleep for real, he had dreams, nightmares of Blaine not waking up, or of him bleeding out and dying in his arms on the pavement. Those were nights we woke up screaming and crying and his dad needed to come in and comfort him. But he pushed those thoughts away because...because was awake. And he wasn't dreamed. "H-Hi.." he murmured shakily, sniffling softly. He heard the question, then saw Blaine close his eyes and shake his head before correcting himself and Kurt let out a breath, "I..It's Thursday. The um...th-the..the dance was..was l-last Friday. You..um..you've been.." 'comatose' "Asleep for a week."

Stranger: Oh. "Oh. Well, that's... um..." 'bad' "certainly a new record for me." Blaine forced his smile to widen a little. 'Yes, Blaine. Keep cracking bad jokes. Because that's obviously working.' For a moment, everything was silent, and Blaine instantly regretted everything he had said so far. "Sorry. I know it's... not the time. It's just kind of... you know, I don't want to... make this into a big deal?" 'It's already a big deal.' "Okay, okay, it's kind of... a big deal, I guess. But I don't want to... it's over now. I mean, it's not, but..." Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. 'Shut up.' He blinked his eyes open again. "I'll shut up."

You: Kurt noticed Blaine trying to keep smiling but he couldn't even try to fake one. He reached up and quickly wiped his hand over his face and then carded his fingers through his messy hair, exhaling slowly and shaking his head as Blaine apologized, "N-No, no it's...it's okay. It's...." he trailed off, frowning as he looked down and just shook his head because it /was/ a big deal. He could've /died/, he was in a /coma/ and Kurt had moments where he thought Blaine wouldn't make it and he'd never see him again. At just the thought Kurt's eyes welled up and he sniffled, trying to keep himself under control, "H..How um..h-how're you..feeling?" he asked quietly, itching to grab his hand but refraining.

Stranger: This was horrible. Blaine wished he didn't have to wake up to this. Not that it was Kurt's fault, or that waking up to Kurt is any worse than it would have been waking up to someone else (if anything it was better, but that was irrelevant). He just hated waking up to this scenario. He hated waking up and having to think about what happened, and talk about what happened. That night happened, and now it's over, and Blaine wanted to get as far away from it as he possibly could. And that was understandable, right? To want to forget, and move on? "Fine, I guess. I mean... fine," he sighed, wincing from a sharp pain in his ribs.

You: Kurt swallowed past the lump in his throat and rubbed at his eyes again, trying to pull himself together, repeating 'he's okay, he's okay, he's okay' over and over in his head. As the silence dragged in he couldn't help it as he looked Blaine over, taking in every inch of him before he started speaking again and once he did Kurt focused and then pursed his lips a bit, frowning and nodded, "O-Okay. That's...that's..an improvement, I guess." He agreed a bit. He noticed Blaine wince then and he shifted closer, a look of panic shooting across his features, "A..Are you okay? I um..I-I can call the nurse o-or a doctor. They can help." he rambled a bit, ready to reach over and hit the call button on the side of Blaine's bed if he needed it.

Stranger: "No, don't!" Blaine said before he could think, he hand instantly shooting out and grabbing a hold of Kurt's wrist. "No, please. Please, don't. Not yet. I'm really okay, I swear. I just... want some time to, like, not deal with this? Is that... okay?" Blaine had no idea what he was talking about anymore. God, this was frustrating. He didn't want anyone to ask him how he was anymore. I mean, what did they expect? Obviously, he's had better days. "Are... /you/ okay? You look kind of sick. When was the last time you ate? Not that you're not always super skinny, but..."

You: Kurt was surprised by Blaine's reaction, looking down at his hand on his wrist and Kurt let out a little breath, listening as Blaine spoke before he finally nodded, "A-Alright...alright, I won't. But...th-they'll probably be in here soon...the nurse always comes in every half hour or so.." He kept his hand on the bed, looking down at it still and when Blaine asked how he was he frowned, looking up at him, "M'not sick.." he mumbled, not meeting his eyes as he kept questioning him and he shrugged, "I'm fine. I...I'll eat later.."

Stranger: "Hey..." Blaine hummed, his voice going soft. This was a dance Kurt and Blaine had done countless times. It always starts with Blaine asking Kurt a question, and Kurt avoiding it, and then Blaine saying 'hey.' In that exact voice, with that exact facial expression. And then Blaine's hands go to Kurt's cheeks, like so, and tilt his head until his crystal-clear, ocean-blue eyes lock with Blaine's. Only this time, Blaine swallowed hard when their eyes met, Kurt's surrounded by dark circles and heavy lids. And then he said, on cue, "Talk to me."

You: Just the tone of Blaine's voice, if Kurt closed his eyes he could pretend they were in one of their bedrooms and not a hospital--except the sharp smell of antiseptic and the constant whirl and beeps of the machines around didn't let him fully immerse himself in that daydream for more than a couple of seconds. Whenever Blaine asked that of him it was almost impossible to not obey; he knew Blaine would get the answer out of him one way or another. So exhaled slowly, his breath coming out shakily, and when he looked up to meet Blaine's eyes his own immediately welled up with tears, "You..you've been in a coma for a /week/, Blaine." He replied, his voice weak and cracking slightly. "You were o-on the ground a-and...there was...there was blood /everywhere/ and I couldn't /do/ a-anything and..a-and every time I close my eyes I-I see your blood on my..my hands and my skin a-and my clothes and..and I see your eyes closing and n-not opening again and I..I could've /lost you/.." He couldn't keep talking after that, tears pouring hot and fast down his cheeks, his breathing choking on a sob stuck in his throat as his face crumpled and his shoulders shook lightly.

Stranger: What did Blaine expect? Of course he wanted Kurt to talk to him about what he was feeling and everything, but did he know how to respond? No. Did he know how to comfort him? No. Because while Kurt was probably living at his bedside, watching in hours of silence, Blaine was sleeping peacefully on this bed. I mean, yeah, he was technically in a coma. But, if he were being honest, it was pleasant. Sleep is sleep, whether it's natural or not. And getting a good night's rest always feels good. Waking up was the hard part. "I'm here now." Lame. That was the lamest possible response. 'I'm here now. Well, that's great, Blaine, but where the hell have you been this past week? Lalaland sure is nice when you don't have to worry about anyone else's feelings, isn't it?' "...And I... I can't promise you that I'll never be gone, but..." Lame. "...but I'm here now. Okay?" Lame. "And it's fine... Nothing has to be different. This was just another thing, and we can get past it." Horrible. Horrible, horrible response.

You: Kurt knew Blaine was just trying to comfort him and make it all seem less than it was but..that wasn't really helping. It wasn't helping that Blaine was trying to diminish what had happened. He let out a shaky breath and moved his fingers, moving so Blaine's hand that was still on his wrist was now against his own palm and he squeezed his fingers, "I-I know you....seem to want to do this as a..coping mechanism or..whatever. But...this was a..a big deal, okay? Reverse the situation. If...if it were me in lying in that hospital bed after a week of being comatose....would you like it if I acted like it wasn't that important? Like...like it wasn't a big deal" He asked quietly, frowning up at him before he shook his head, "I..I don't know what I...wh-what I would've done if...i-if.." he didn't want to complete the sentence, didn't want to think about it so instead he just squeezed Blaine's hand again.

Stranger: Blaine's throat tightened and he suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe again. 'God, you're a mess. Nice job.' Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand as tight as he possibly could, biting down roughly on his lower lip. "Kurt, I..." '...don't want to talk about it.' '...don't want to think about it.' '...don't want to admit it.' '...can't help you because I can't help myself.' "... I... have no idea what to say. Just... come here, okay?" Blaine let his hand fall from Kurt's cheek and shifted over to the right side of the bed, making room for Kurt on the left. Once he was in bed next to Blaine, he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, resting a hand on Kurt's chest and ignoring the pain that shot through him from all the movement. He rested his head next to his hand, curling his fingers into the fabric of Kurt's shirt.

You: "I-I know..I know, I...I'll s-stop talking now.." he mumbled, knowing Blaine didn't want to talk about it. He paused when Blaine told him to come over and he hesitated, not wanting to hurt him. But well..Blaine had made space for him... He moved, standing up and carefully climbing on to the bed and crawling up beside him. He felt Blaine's arms wrap around him and as desperately as he wanted to just cling to him, he refrained, "I..I don't w-wanna hurt you.." he mumbled even as he carefully maneuvered an arm to gently wrap around him and shifted lower and closer, resisting the urge to just press his face into Blaine's neck, "I..I missed you.." he mumbled, sniffling softly, "I was...I-I was really...r-really scared.." he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut to stop himself from crying again.

Stranger: (I'm so sorry, but I have to go. Thank you so, so much for this, though. I love your writing and your Kurt!)

You: (I'm falling asleep myself. But thank you as well! this was a fun prompt :) Have a good night!)

Stranger: (You, too!)