Klaine One-shots stories

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YES I AM AWARE IT HAS BEEN SEVEN MONTHS SINCE I LAST POSTED, I DON'T EVEN HAVE EXCUSES AS TO WHY I JUST STRAIGHT UP ABANDONED MY CHILDREN AND FOR THAT I'M SORRY.

and yes, it's another hospital fic. IT'S ALL MY BRAIN KNOWS HOW TO WRITE I'M SORRY- what was my inspiration to reincarnate my dark pit of fanfiction you ask? a single reply to my sappy comment on youtube.

Flashes.

flashes of... light?

a constant flash as he moved. Almost like he was on a rollercoaster.

Kurt thought he was moving at least, as the ceiling seemed to move in time with the flashing lights.

Which then made him think that perhaps the lights weren't flashing at all, he was just simply moving along a long line of them. But..... why would he be doing that?

for a quick moment Kurt thought he was dead.

that thought seemed to trigger a response within his brain however, as all of his senses suddenly seemed to come back into focus at once.

a hard, tugging sensation in his hands, like someone was pushing something sharp into them. a desperate, lingering pain across his entire face, but especially his right side. He could smell his cabinet of cleaning supplies. a thousand voices all at once, he wasn't sure if they were real or not.

"extremely swollen right eye-" "no sedation yet, just unconscious-" strangers. "turn the music down!" "no, you are not paying that much for a tie." dad? "good morning, my love." Blaine? "A possible fracture." "Patient regaining consciousness!" more strangers.

The moving had stopped. Kurt felt another light flash in his face, but this time it was an actual torch, with an arm attached to it. that was attached to a face.

The woman finally stopped shining the torch in Kurt's face, and a whole series of people began poking and prodding at him.

"Sweetie, I'm a nurse at NY central hospital. we found you in an alleyway tonight lying unconscious, from a suspected assault. we're here to help you, and everything is going to be ok. is all of that clear?" she said with a kind smile.

Kurt nodded ever so slightly, the information washing over him.

"Alright young man, we need you to answer a few questions so that we can identify you and find your medical records, ok? if you're able to talk, a simple yes will do."

Kurt searched for a moment for a voice. One came to him, husky and broken, but a voice nonetheless.

"Blaine." Kurt said, because it was the only thing he could think of right now.

"Is that your name sweetheart?"

Kurt shook his head slightly.

"I really need to know your name."

"K-kurt Hummel."

there were a few moments of silence while the nurses continued to manipulate Kurt's body and face, when the kind nurse's voice rang out again.

"are you Kurt hummel of 1334 gardens, Bushwick? You're nineteen years old and previously moved here from Lima, Ohio?"

Another nod from Kurt. Kurt didn't care if they knew who he was. He just wanted to go home and hear Blaine tell him everything was going to be okay as he stroked Kurt's cheek. His vision went blurry, and suddenly everything felt heavy.

"Kurt, we have just injected you with morphine to enable us to properly assess your injuries. Now this should relieve you from the pain as much as possible, but it will also send you to sleep relatively quickly." The nurse's voice faded in an out of Kurt's head. But he couldn't go to sleep yet!

"Blaine...." he whispered.

"who's Blaine sweetheart?"

"Want Blaine. Call Blaine. You need....call Blaine." He had to let them know. But his voice was fading fast, and they'd already begun to wheel him out of whatever room he was in. Kurt let out one last feeble whisper of "Blaine" before he finally succumbed to the darkness, and the peace that was promised with it.

He fell asleep too soon to hear a doctor exclaim "There's a Blaine on the emergency contact list!".

*

Kurt had never felt so tired in his entire life. At the same time, Kurt felt like he had never slept so long in his entire life. The same pain was there, only much smaller this time: An everlasting ache on the right side of his face, a raw and bruised feeling across his head, but a new feeling too. A heavy weight on his left side.

He finally peeled his heavy eyes open and looked around the small room he was in. a hospital room. He angled his squinting eyes to his left, and suddenly all the pain in the world didn't matter any more.

Blaine was sleeping next to him. With his legs tucked up awkwardly on the bed, his head nestled into his boyfriend's neck and his hands holding Kurt's tightly. Hands that had an IV drip in them. Ah. That explains the stabbing feeling earlier. Kurt thought.

Apparently Blaine had been sleeping very lightly, because Kurt's small movements caused the other boy to stir.

After sitting up on one elbow and rubbing his eyes did Blaine finally notice that the other boy on the bed had his eyes open too.

"Kurt..." he breathed.

"You look like crap." Apparently the morphine was making Kurt honest.

Blaine laughed and touched his crushed hair self-consciously. "How...how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Do I have to answer?" his voice came out  croaky.

another tired giggle from Blaine. "No. All that matters is you're safe, and you're gonna be alright." he started stroking Kurt's cheek, gently. 

Kurt shifted on the creaking bed slightly, burying his head further into the pillow with a slight wince. 

He held his hand out, and Blaine took it. 

"everyone was here last night. Rachel feels terrible, but we don't have to talk about that now. Sam wanted to wake you up right away, but Mercedes stopped him. I think she took him home to play Mario Kart to take his mind off of things. You're dad should be here sometime tomorrow; He booked a flight to New York as soon as he heard. and I...." Blaine stopped. Kurt had closed his eyes again.

"Kurt?"

"Mm."

He hesitated. "...sleep well." Blaine whispered.

Kurt sighed deeply. " With you next to me love, how can I not?" and with that, he fell silent.

Blaine smiled, the blush reaching his ears. Kurt should be put on morphine more often.

Blaine melted into Kurt's side. "I love you." he whispered into his boyfriend's hair. 

Kurt heard him, and somehow he couldn't feel the pain anymore.