Kurt Hummel. Chicago.
Currently living with my brother and his wife. Everything is ruined.
(I'm not actually Kurt or Chris, I'm just a fan. This is just a roleplay, and I am in no way associated with Glee or Fox.)
Blaine followed the familiar path to his fiance’s room, the path that he had been taking regularly now for the past 2 weeks. He smiled at the nurses and staff, who were greeting him by his first name. He found Kurt’s room and opened the door, slipping inside and taking his seat by the bed. It still managed to make him stomach churn and his heart sink when he saw Kurt’s still form just laying there. He missed his bright smile…his infectious laughter…his gentle kisses. He picked up his porcelain hand and kissed it, holding it against his lips for a few seconds afterwards.
“Hey beautiful…I miss you. Everything feels so empty without you. I can’t sleep…I hardly eat…you’ll barely recognize me when ….you wake up…” He sighed, remembering how awful and skinny he had looked when he dragged himself in front of a mirror this morning. Kurt would have his head if he knew how poorly he was taking care of himself. “I…I think you’ve been asleep for long enough…why don’t you just open those eyes for me? Please?….” He choked on a sob. “I can’t do this much longer…it’s…killing me Kurt….”
Kurt was flying. He could feel the soft summer breeze surrounding him and the gentle evening sun warming him with tender orange rays. He looked down and saw lush green fields, stretching as far as he could see. They were empty, apart from a single pretty little stream that danced through them all. It was so calming here. There was nothing to worry about out here. Yet there was something missing. There was something wrong. Kurt looked down once more, surveying his surroundings. When he looked back up, he saw a beautiful woman in front of him. It was his mother.
“Kurt,” she said, her words tumbling from her lips like water from a waterfall. “Darling, it’s time to go back home. It’s time to go back to Blaine.”
Kurt blinked. Blaine. But it was so nice here. He didn’t want to go home.
”Kurt,” his mother said again. “Go home darling. It’s time to wake up.”
Kurt fell back into consciousness with a thud. He was suddenly aware. He could feel the ache in his bones and the dryness in his throat. He could hear the beeping of machines and the ticking of a clock. But most importantly, he could feel the weight of a calloused hand on his own, and hear the rumbling of a deep, broken voice. He forced his eyes to open, although they protested. The light flooded in and he blinked in a panic, adjusting to the sudden rush of light. He licked his lips, although with no result, and looked up at Blaine, a wave of emotion overcoming him. “B..Blaine..” he croaked.
Hi. So. Um.
This is actually for the anon, or anons, who keep bothering my baby Mel (Blaine), asking where I am and what happened to me and if I’m coming back.
I’m right here. Nothing drastic happened to me. Of course I’m coming back. I could never leave these sparkly cupcake koalas behind.
I’ve got some stuff going on right now and so I’m not really feeling up to rping. I’m trying to, okay? I’m trying really hard but I’m also kinda failing. But I will come back, I promise. Even if you really don’t want me to. Tough.
I’m hoping you meant the questions you were sending Mel in the best way possible but I’m also kinda hoping you, like Mel said, will respect my decision. However, I’d appreciate it if you left Mel alone about it now. Now you know.
Blaine all but ran through the sliding doors as they opened for him, looking around for the front desk. He attempted to catch his breath as he held onto the counter and looked at the nurse. “Please…I’m looking for Kurt Hummel’s room…” Nurse Joan, as her nametag read,…
As soon as he saw those beautiful, crystal orbs, the tears rolled down his cheeks. He smiled down at Kurt and gripped his hand a little tighter, careful not to hurt him. “Hey beautiful…” He scooted the chair a little closer and used his free hand to stroke his fiance’s cheek. “I thought I told you to take care of yourself…” He choked out a laugh, although it sounded dangerously similar to a sob. He tried to ignore the IV hooked up to Kurt, because it only served as a reminder that he had neglected his duty to protect the boy no matter what. “I’m so sorry…”
He dropped his head onto the bed and gently kissed Kurt’s hand. “I should have been there…”
Kurt blinked at Blaine. He could hardly believe Blaine was here, yet here he stood. He was so happy to see Blaine, although he was terrified of where this conversation could head. He curled his fingers around Blaine’s sure, strong hands as best he could, savouring the feeling of Blaine’s warm, familiar hands around his own. He gave him a weak smile. “I’d say I tried, but…” He paused to cough harshly, before flopping back against the pillows as his lungs screamed in protest.
“Don’t cry,” Kurt said, still whispering as loudly as he could manage. “Don’t be sorry. Y-you did nothing wrong. You’re here now. That’s all I need.”
Blaine all but ran through the sliding doors as they opened for him, looking around for the front desk. He attempted to catch his breath as he held onto the counter and looked at the nurse. “Please…I’m looking for Kurt Hummel’s room…” Nurse Joan, as her nametag read, looked up, her expression bored. “And who are you? You have to be family to see Mr. Hummel right now…”
He ran a hand through his loose curls, trying to calm himself down a bit in order to talk patiently with the woman. “Please…he’s my fiance. I have to see him…I flew all the way from Chicago in the middle of a storm so I can see the man I love. We…we got into a fight before and I just…I need to make sure he’s alright. Please…I love him so much.” Joan’s expression softened for a second, before returning to the hard mask she had moments before. She picked up her sign in sheet and handed it to Blaine. “Here…sign this. He’s room 13B…go down this hallway and take the first right you see.” He nodded along to her instructions as he scribbled his name down and took off to where she told him to. It didn’t take long for him to be in front of Kurt’s room. Why was he so nervous? This was Kurt…not some stranger. He pushed open the door and his eyes watered at how pale his already pale fiance looked. He was gaunt…with dark circles under his eyes. If it wasn’t more the heart monitor, Blaine would have thought him dead.
“Baby….” He sat in the chair next to the bed and gripped Kurt’s hand.
Kurt lay back against the pillows weakly. He was tired. So, so tired. He hadn’t slept since his arrival in the hospital. Apart from the fact that he had been too busy violently throwing up to even think about trying to get some rest, he had also been stressed to death about Blaine. About his relationship with Blaine. The fact that he kept seeing Blaine everywhere was not exactly helpful.
He closed his eyes slowly. The bright lights of the hospital were making his headache worse. So much worse. He just wanted Blaine. But he couldn’t have him. He didn’t hear the door open gently and shut again. He didn’t hear someone approach his bed and sit down cautiously beside him. He wasn’t aware of another presence at all until he felt two guitar calloused hands take one of his own soft hands. He froze. He knew those hands. Blaine. From next to him, he heard a voice that for a little while he wasn’t sure he was going to ever hear again. Baby.
He opened his eyes, wincing at the way the light felt. He licked his lips and opened his mouth. “B..Blaine,” he croaked.
Kurt attempted to raise his head to look at Santana at the sound of voice, and groaned at the jolt of pain that shot through him. He nodded slowly, shuffling to one side to allow room for Santana. She looked warm. And cuddly. In his delirious state, Kurt found himself thinking about Blaine. Blaine was warm and cuddly.
“Tana,” he whispered. “D’you thin’ Blaine loves me? Cause I love him.” He fidgeted, whining as he did so. “Where’s Blaine? Is she here?” He looked up, and there stood Blaine. He was in the doorway with a worried expression on his face. “Blaine?” He pushed at the covers and shakily got to his feet. “I’m ‘ere. Don’ look so sad.” He took one shaky step and fell to the floor. “I can’ get up.”
Santana just shook her head. “Kurt, he’s not here.” She muttered, slowly walking towards him. It broke her heart to see him like this, it really did. He must be seriously sick if he was seeing Blaine. “It’s just us.” She added, gently putting her hand on his shoulder and pushing him down back into bed. “And I think someone, aka you, needs some sleep.”
She sighed, and got into the bed next to him. Finn couldn’t get mad at her for this. She wasn’t cheating, they weren’t kissing or anything of the sorts, and he was family so cuddling was okay. Frankly, she didn’t care if Finn got mad. She was allowed to cuddle whoever she wanted. Santana wrapped her arms around him and pulled him towards her, placing a small kiss on the top of his head. “Fuck, you’re freezing.”
Kurt whined. “Isso cold. Why’s isso cold?” He snuggled into Santana’s warm body. “Why’s he no’ here? He’s always here for me. He looks af’er me.” Tears began to stream down his cheeks. “Where is he? He promised he’d look af’er me. We’re engaged. We’re gon’ get married.” He suddenly smiled cheerily, his tears forgotten. “I can’ wait. You can come.”
He lay there for a second. He really did feel quite sick. He pushed himself into a sitting position and opened his mouth to speak but felt a wave of nausea rising. Oh god. He rushed into the bathroom and threw up violently into the toilet, whining. “Blaine,” he whimpered. “Blaine.” The room was spinning and everything was blurring around him. He whimpered again. “Blaine.”
Kurt shrunk further down under the thick covers on his borrowed bed, shaking desperately. He was freezing. Why was it so cold? It was August. It should be warm and sunny. He flopped back, staring at the ceiling. It was swirling in funny patterns. Why was it doing that? It shouldn’t be doing that. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, but that just made the pounding in his head intensify.
“Tan’,” he whimpered croakily. Where was she? She’d know what to do.
So would Blaine.He shifted uncomfortably. Everything hurt. He was so achy. And he felt so sick. He felt like he was going to throw up. Really badly.Santana would be lying if she said she wasn’t worried about Kurt, and she knew Finn was too. Hell, the last thing he said before he went to sleep last night was ‘I hope Kurt’s okay’. It really wasn’t the best thing to say after sex. Especially since Kurt was his brother, she just hoped he wasn’t thinking about Kurt during. That would be awkward. After kissing Finn, telling him she was going to go see Kurt, she made her way upstairs, quickly checking in on Lillia as she passed her room.
Once she made it to the guest room, where Kurt was staying, she lightly knocked on the door. Pushing it open a little when she received no reply. “Kurt?” She asked, popping her head around the door. Her heart broke at the sight of him. “Oh sweetie.” She muttered, making her way over to stand by his bed. “Ready to get our cuddle on?”
Kurt attempted to raise his head to look at Santana at the sound of voice, and groaned at the jolt of pain that shot through him. He nodded slowly, shuffling to one side to allow room for Santana. She looked warm. And cuddly. In his delirious state, Kurt found himself thinking about Blaine. Blaine was warm and cuddly.
“Tana,” he whispered. “D’you thin’ Blaine loves me? Cause I love him.” He fidgeted, whining as he did so. “Where’s Blaine? Is she here?” He looked up, and there stood Blaine. He was in the doorway with a worried expression on his face. “Blaine?” He pushed at the covers and shakily got to his feet. “I’m ‘ere. Don’ look so sad.” He took one shaky step and fell to the floor. “I can’ get up.”
Kurt shrunk further down under the thick covers on his borrowed bed, shaking desperately. He was freezing. Why was it so cold? It was August. It should be warm and sunny. He flopped back, staring at the ceiling. It was swirling in funny patterns. Why was it doing that? It shouldn’t be doing that. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, but that just made the pounding in his head intensify.
“Tan’,” he whimpered croakily. Where was she? She’d know what to do. So would Blaine. He shifted uncomfortably. Everything hurt. He was so achy. And he felt so sick. He felt like he was going to throw up. Really badly.
I don’t want her getting sick.
She’s already ill and I’m not allowed near her.
Well, I don’t want her getting more sick. I..I feel kind of delirious.
Go to bed?
I’m in bed. I’m freezing.
Wants to get our cuddle on?
Yes please Tana.
I’ll be there in 5.
Good.
I don’t want her getting sick.
She’s already ill and I’m not allowed near her.
Well, I don’t want her getting more sick. I..I feel kind of delirious.
Go to bed?
I’m in bed. I’m freezing.
Wants to get our cuddle on?
Yes please Tana.
