Love Can Survive Anything

Memories

Kurt's eyes were open.

He was frantically looking around the room, like he couldn't decided what the most interesting thing to look at was. Then his eyes landed on Finn and Blaine in the corner, and they stopped searching. They bore holes into Blaine's skin.

"B- Blaine?" Came a barely audible whisper. Blaine's heart skipped a beat.

"Oh my god! He's awake!" Finn exclaimed as he jumped up and away from his chair. "I'm going to go find Puck and the boys." With that, he sprinted out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Kurt still hadn't taken his eyes off Blaine.

"Hey" Blaine said as he scooted his chair closer to the bed. He tried to wipe the remaining tears from his eyes, not wanting his husband to get worried. Kurt just looked so small and fragile in the large hospital bed, and Blaine hated it.

"Hi." Kurt said back weakly. He moved his uninjured arm towards Blaine, and grasped his husband's hand like it was a life line.

Kurt remembers me. Blaine thought as he squeezed his hand back. He was so overjoyed that he couldn't decide whether to burst into tears or laughter. Instead, he settled for a big, toothy smile.

"I'm so happy you're okay." He said, breaking the silence that had settled between them.

Kurt smiled too, but right before his eyes, Blaine saw his expression darken with fear.

"Baby, where's Chris!" He said as he started frantically looking around the room again.

It took Blaine a few seconds to calm the man down again. "Kurt, Chris is just fine. He went with Darren and Puck to get something to eat. Finn just went to find them so they should be back any moment."

Kurt looked much more relaxed after that. They sat in silence, just gripping the other's hand until the door to the room burst open.

"Papa!" Exclaimed two excited boys as they ran up to the edge of the bed. Darren looked happy to see his father was awake, but Chris seemed hesitant, as if he could further injure him.

Once again, Blaine saw the red in Chris's hands, and moved in for further inspection. To his surprise, it was a red bowtie that the little boy was holding with a death grip.

Moving even closer, Blaine gently pulled the cloth out of his son's hand, and then without a word, he went about tying it around Chris's neck. Once he was done, Blaine looked up and saw a soft smile had spread across the little boy's face.

Finally sensing the quietness of the room, Blaine turned back to the hospital bed to find Kurt smiling widely at him as well.

Deep down, Blaine knew everything was going to be alright.

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Well this was the end of the story.
I will hopefully post the epilogue soon.
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