Fearlessly and Forever (Klaine)

Chapter 2

Hola readers! expect 2 more chapters for tonight, and 4 more tomorrow. yay! from this point forward, the story is in Blaine's point of view. Thank you to everyone who will read this. please please pleeeeease comment! I love feedback! I also like suggestions! how do YOU want the story to go? love you all!
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Blaine's p.o.v
I woke up in a room. A room so white that it almost hurt my eyes. Kurt would say that it needed a little color. Kurt. Where is Kurt. Wait a second, where am I? The last thing I remember is driving to the airport to catch our flight to London. Then everything came back to me. It came back to me like someone cracking one of those glass walls where you can look at the whales underwater at Sea World. The screaming, the impact, everything flying everywhere, frantically trying to reach Kurt, not being able to, and then everything going black. I knew where I was. I wasn't on the 136 flight to London out of New York, I was in the hospital. I started to look around for Kurt. I couldn't find him so I could began to say his name. He wasn't responding and I lost it. I was screaming, trying to rip out my I.V., doing anything I could to get to him. Then, three nurses came running into my room, pushing me down into my bed. Attempting to calm me down, but I wasn't going to. I needed to find Kurt. Needed to know where he was. Needed him. I gave up after about 10 minutes of trying to get away. I just sat on the bed, and began to sob. I sobbed harder than I'd ever sobbed before. When the nurses finally got me calm enough to start talking to them, I said 1 thing, 3 little words. "Where is Kurt." One of the nurses gave a nervous look to the nurse switching my I.V. I asked once again, with more intensity "where. is. Kurt." The youngest nurse, she looked about 24, got nervous and walked slowly out of the room. The oldest nurse looked to me with a sympathetic look. "do you mean Kurt Hummel-Anderson?" "Yes." I said. " He is my husband, and I need to know where he is, or I am going to lose it." The nurse put a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it slightly. I was mentally preparing myself for the worst. "You're husband is alive, but he has been put into a medically induced coma so that we can deal with his injuries." I thought I was going to be sick. I began to cry again. I didn't even try to hold it back. The only other nurse in the room left, while the oldest nurse sat comforting me. Once I finally regained composure, she told me that my injuries weren't near as bad as Kurt's were, and that I could go visit him if I'd like to. I sat up, put my regular clothes back on, and had my nurse walk me to his room. I walked into my husband's room, and my heart dropped out of my chest, onto the floor, and shattered into a million tiny pieces. I began to cry for the millionth time since I'd gotten there. He looked terrible. He had a cast on his right arm and on his left leg. I wondered how I could have come away practically without a scratch, and he looked this bad. It was like the nurse had read my mind when she said "when the semi-truck hit your car, it hit his side. His airbag didn't deploy either, yours did." I kept thinking about how it should be me there, in the bed. Not him. I went to his bed and held his hand. I held his hand all night. I never let go once, not even when the doctors came to check his vitals. I stayed in his room for a week, not leaving to get something to eat, to shower, to sleep, nothing. I wanted to be the first thing he saw when he woke up. I didn't want him to be scared. I wanted to be able to kiss him, and tell him everything was going to be alright. I had called his dad the day of the accident, and he was there too. So was Carol, Rachel, Finn and Mercedes. When he did finally wake up, it was just me and Burt in there with him. Burt went to grab a nurse, and it was just him and me. I began to cry and I took his hand. "Kurt, Kurt you're in the hospital. We were on our way to the airport to go on a vacation, and we got in an accident. You're ok, but you've been in a coma for the past week. All you need to know right now is that I'm here and I love you and we will get through this. I love you so much Kurt. You don't know how glad I am that you are awake." As I was holding his hand I had realized that they had taken his wedding ring, and his special jacket. Oh god. That jacket. I need to get that back. It means so much to him. I'll have to have Rachel take it to the cleaners before he notices. I also realized that I didn't have my wedding ring either. That didn't matter right now though. All that mattered was that he was awake. Something was off though. He looked at me with a confused look on his face. Like he was trying to figure me out or something. "Kurt? Are you ok? Do I need to call a nurse for you? Kurt please talk to me. Kurt I love you but you need to talk to me. Tell me how you're feeling. Please Kurt. I can't make you feel better if you don't talk to me." Kurt then said the first thing he's said since he'd woke up. "I really appreciate how much you care about me, but who are you?"
I swear I died right there in that room.
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Ooooh! cliffhanger! I'm trying to figure out what direction to take this right now. I'm writing this as I go people! Sorry about this chapter. it's not that great. please remember to leave feedback! love you all!
xoxo-Madi