Love Can Survive Anything

The Verdict

 The first thing Blaine saw when he entered the room was Finn sitting in a plastic chair next to the door. Chris was half asleep in his lap until he saw his Dad.

"Daddy!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, scaring Finn badly. Chris hopped out of Finn's arms and jumped right into Blaine's.

Now that he was holding Chris, he felt a huge weight fall off his shoulders. Knowing his son was ok and safe, Blaine looked around the room, squeezing the boy tight.

The room was relatively small, with two chairs by the door, one being occupied by Finn and the other being taken by Puck. A hospital bed was against the other wall, occupied by Kurt.

He looked a lot less peaceful now. He appeared to be asleep, but the pained expression on his face suggested otherwise. He had a big white bandage wrapped around his head that was tinted scarlet above his right eye. Kurt's left hand was covered in a cast, and his right foot was encased in a boot that looked like a brace of some sort. Though the sight wasn't pretty, Blaine was relieved beyond belief to see the faint rise and fall of his husband's chest.

Before Blaine could say anything to Chris or the others, an older gentleman, presumably a doctor, walked in. "So sorry to interrupt, but I heard that Mr. Hummel-Anderson's spouse was here." He said as he looked around at all the men in the room. He looked back down to the clip board in his hands. "I'm sorry. Do I have the right room?"

"Yes." Blaine said as he set Chris on the floor. He was getting rather fed up with how his family was being treated. "I'm his Husband."

After a moment's hesitation, the doctor motioned for Blaine to follow him out of the room and back into the hallway.

"How is he?" Blaine asked once he had closed the door to the hospital room, and it was just him and the doctor alone in the hall. He desperately wanted to know the verdict, and he wasn't going to let the doctor dance around his questions.

"Ok, let me give you the good news first. He was not as harmed as he could have been. It's obvious that he was wearing his seat belt, otherwise he would likely not be alive right now." The doctor paused when he saw the look of horror cross Blaine's face before continuing. "His right ankle is sprained pretty badly from whacking it against what we presume was the peddles of the car. Also, his left arm snapped on impact when the other car went into his car door. Now both of those will heal just fine after a lot of rest. The only thing I'm worried about is his head. He hit it pretty hard on the steering wheel from the looks of it, and the result is that he has a severe concussion. Now we've stopped the bleeding, but I'm more worried about the long term affects this will have."

Throughout the doctor's entire speech, Blaine just listened intently. He had been growing more and more overjoyed by each piece of news he received, and how well it sounded Kurt would recover. But now that they were discussing the more severe injuries, he was slowly becoming paranoid that something was very wrong. "Like what side effects?"

"Well, the most common side effect I have seen is slight memory loss. Such as what happened leading up to the accident and then as time goes by, they slowly remember and regain those memories. The worst case Scenario I've ever seen was the patient had no clue who he was and never recovered his memories back." The doctor seemed to sense that Blaine was getting even more anxious and worried. "I've only seen that happen once and the man it happened to was in a comma for a month. I'm sure this isn't even the case. And hey, best case scenario is that he could be perfectly fine, and just have a minor headache for a few days. We just won't know until he wakes up."

"He hasn't woken up yet?" Blaine half wondered and exclaimed at the same time.

"No, we put him on some pain medications for his arm, but they aren't keeping him asleep. He should wake up anytime now." At this the doctor gave a sympathetic smile, as if saying sorry that that was all he could do.

"No, thank you so much." Blaine replied immediately. "Thank you for everything."

When the doctor left, Blaine went back into the room. Finn and Puck were whispering urgently back and forth to each other, and Darren was talking to Chris, telling him how pretty everyone at the wedding was. All conversation stopped once Blaine was noticed by the door. He looked over at Kurt, and saw that he was still unconscious, with an obvious grimace on his face.

"Hey guys," Puck said, looking to the two boys sitting on the floor, "Want to go see if we can find something to eat? I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

Both boys nodded half-heartedly as they started to head towards the door. Chris stopped before turning the doorknob, and turned to Blaine. "Are you coming too Daddy?"

"Not right now buddy. I think I'm going to stay here with Papa and Uncle Finn. But you guys go and get something to eat with Uncle Puck, ok?" Blaine felt bad, but he had to stay with Kurt. Puck began to usher them out of the room.

Once they were gone, Blaine sat down next to Finn on the empty chair. "How much did the doctor tell you?" Blaine asked his brother-in-law.

"Not much, I told them to wait until you got her to go into the exact extent of his condition. I knew if a doctor told me before you got here, I'd have to tell you everything myself, and I knew I wouldn't be able to remember anything."

"Thank you. For helping me, and for going in the ambulance with Chris and Kurt." Blaine gave him a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "And thank you for still being here." He said as he looked back over to Kurt.

"Well where else would I be? Waiting with everyone else back at the church? No way!" A couple of seconds of calm silence passed before Finn spoke again. "So how is he?"

Blaine glanced at Finn before turning back to Kurt. "His arm is broken, and I guess his ankle is bruised and sprained pretty badly. The doctor said that those should make a full recovery though."

"That's great!" Finn said happily. Though from the unhappy look on Blaine's face, Finn suspected that wasn't the whole story.

"He said that Kurt has a really bad concussion, and that he was worried about the long term effects." At this, Blaine finally turned away from Kurt and instead looked into Finn's eyes. "He said that Kurt could completely forget about us. I mean, he said it was a very small possibility, and that he doubted this was the case, but still!" Blaine began forming tears in his eyes, crying for the first time that day as he'd lost all will of controlling his emotions. The events of the day had finally caught up to him, and realization that things were terribly wrong was having a major effect on his brain.

Finn just sat there and watched his brother-in-law break down in front of him. He had only ever seen Blaine cry tears of joy before. This was most definitely not it.

Blaine didn't know what to do. He didn't want to look at Finn because he didn't want to see the pitied look that would most likely be all over his face, just like he'd seen on countless others that day. Nor did he want to look at his husband, for fear of seeing an even more pained expression on his. Blaine chose the latter of the two, and was rewarded with a beautiful sight.

Kurt's eyes were open.