Figure Five: The College Years

Stay Alive

As the doors slid open, Blaine rushed through, the hospital oddly silent despite the multitudes of people rushing around. "Where's my son?" Blaine found himself shouting above the noise, shaking doctors and nurses until one answered. His heart pounded like crazy, eyes pricking with tears. His son. His only boy.

"Mr. Anderson-Hummel, come in, they brought him in a half an hour ago" Half an hour. The crash, the drugs, the alcohol, what was the final factor and did it matter? He just needed to see his son, to know that Lucas was alive and if he was knocking on Death's door, he prayed his son would live. "He lost a lot of blood on the way over." "is he alive?" Blaine grasped at the doctor's coat, eyes pleading and begging. The doctor was thankfully patient with Blaine, noting his desperation. Blaine needed Lucas. He couldn't lose another child, not again. There had always been the close call but this...this felt almost permanent.

This wasn't temporary blindness or a broken arm or even a gunshot wound. This was alcohol, drugs and a car crash all mixed into one terrible nightmare. A nightmare that Blaine couldn't seem to come back from. "Yes, but you have to understand
The glass from the crash entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm-" "Can I see him please?" Blaine begged, barely being held up as there was a flash and Blaine was looking down at a cold, blue lipped, bleeding Lucas. He was alive but not for long. His once bright dark brown eyes were dimming by the minute, lips quivering and body littered with blood, glass, cuts and bruises.

Whines of pain and choked sobs kept leaving his throat and Blaine felt his own tears fall as he tried to comfort his son. His only boy. His saving grace in many moments. "I did exactly as you said, Pa
I held my head up high.." Lucas choked out and Blaine just shushed him. "I know, save your strength and stay alive! Don't go, don't. Stay here, please." Blaine was on his knees, sobbing but focusing on Lucas as the blood bled through the sheet and his body became a pale sickly white.

The steady beeps grew slower and slower. "Dad..I..I." One. Long. Beep and Blaine's heart shattered like glass. His mouth dropped open as he held and shook Lucas' now limp hand in his, shaking his head in denial. No. "No. No, God, no please! MY SON!!" Blaine shot up, pulling Lucas' upper half with him into a tight hold, Lucas' head flopping back with dead brown eyes.

"Dad?! Dad!!!"

There was shouting now and when Blaine blinked, he was on his hands and knees in his and Kurt's bedroom, eyes red and cheeks soaked with tears. His fists were balled up in the carpet, sobs wrecking his body as he looked around his surroundings until he focused on a very much alive Lucas and then the sobs grew heavier than they were as Blaine pulled Lucas into a tight bruising hug.

Lucas immediately hugged back, letting his father cry which he had only seen on certain occasions but this was something entirely different. "Dad..Dad, I'm fine. I'm right here." Lucas choked out but it didn't seem to soothe Blaine's fears and when Lucas tried to pull back, Blaine whimpered and held onto him. "No!" Lucas was stock still and waited till Blaine started to calm down enough to let him move back. "What happened? What's wrong?" Lucas asks and Blaine sniffles, taking a few deep breaths before speaking.

"I am the worst father you could've ever been saddled with." Blaine admitted. "All the accidents you've been through, Evie being assaulted and having to go through hell, even Aurora pretending to not be so traumatized by all of this but I know she is and it's my fault. I swore to protect all of you and I lied." Blaine moved to hunch over but Lucas caught him. "Dad, stop. None of what happened is your fault and I won't accept you saying that. It's not true. If what happened was anyone's fault, it was mine. All of it." Blaine shook his head but Lucas didn't accept it, continuing. "No, Dad, it is. I fucked up. I knew taking more than the prescribed amount after getting shot was wrong and yet I did it because I was being selfish and stupid and didn't think about everyone else. Going to the party, drinking and shooting up was all my fault and you should be furious with me."