Kurt finally convinced his family to leave as visiting hours ended that evening. Burt wanted to spend the night, but Kurt could see his father's exhaustion and told him to please go home.

Blaine came in a few more times, checking his meds and making sure he was doing alright. He came in one last time around seven o'clock to tell Kurt that he was leaving, but he'd be back at seven the next morning. With that, Kurt was introduced to his night nurse, then given pain medication that caused him to promptly fall asleep.


He didn't wake up again until the next morning, but when he did, all he felt was pain. Lots and lots of pain. Sharp pains running down his broken arm and up his hurt leg. His stomach hurt too. It felt as though he had been punched in the gut multiple times, which he had, and it all just hurt.

He couldn't even talk. Words wouldn't form. Only moans and groans that were meant to be words.

With his good arm, he felt around for his call button. He lifted it and quickly pressed the red button, hoping that was the right one.

Once he had called, he dropped the small remote and clutched his arm over his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut as more pain seared through his body.

"Mmm," He kept repeating, lightly rocking back and forth, trying to make the pain go away.

Within a minute of pressing the button, someone was in his room.

"Kurt?" A familiar voice said questioningly. Kurt had to think for a minute, but then he remembered Blaine. It was Blaine. That meant it was past seven. "Kurt, I need you to open your eyes, okay?"

"Mmm," Was all Kurt replied.

"I know you're in pain, but I need you to open your eyes so I know you're listening."

It took a minute, but Kurt forced his eyes open. It was though he feared that opening them would make the pain worse. It didn't, but he still preferred having them closed. Although, the eyes he was staring at weren't too bad looking.

"Good," Blaine said, smiling down at him. "Now, I need you tell me your level of pain."

Kurt gritted his teeth. He hated this question. Wasn't it obvious how much pain he was in. "B-Bad," He grumbled, trying to sound angry.

"I know, it's a stupid question," Blaine replied, as though he was reading Kurt's mind. "But I have to ask. Part of my job description. Now, is it your arm, leg, head, stomach, or everything?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "Ev…ery thing… but my h- head."

"Okay," Blaine replied with a nod. "I'm going to give you some pain medicine through your IV, okay? It won't be as much as yesterday though, but it will ease the pain."

Kurt said nothing in return. He simply wanted the pain to stop. He didn't care how it happened, as long as it happened.

Blaine left Kurt's side to get the medication ready, then walked back over and began to inject something into his IV port. "It'll work pretty fast. You shouldn't get drowsy like yesterday, but it will make the pain dull somewhat. The doctor doesn't want you on as strong of medication today because he wants to come in and see how everything's healing."

Again, Kurt said nothing.

"You with me, Kurt?" Blaine asked, finishing the injection and disposing of the syringe.

"It… hurts."

"I know it does," He said, returning to Kurt's side and looking down at him with sympathetic eyes. "But I want you to do something for me, okay. First, stop wiggling around. I know you think it's making things better, but it's not."

Blaine placed a gentle hand on Kurt's shoulder and Kurt slowly stopped moving, never taking his eyes off of Blaine.

"Good," Blaine said with a smile. "Now, don't take deep breaths. That's only going to agitate your bruised ribs. Take regular, calm breaths."

Again, keeping eye contact with Blaine, Kurt changed his breathing. He realized, after a few moments, that it did help to ease the pain a little. He still felt jolts of pain through his leg and arm, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before. Although that could be the pain medication working too.

"Great. You're already feeling better, aren't you?"

Kurt nodded slowly. "Y- Yes. A little."

"Good," Blaine replied, smiling gently down at Kurt. "It'll keep getting better, and you shouldn't be feeling any pain in about ten more minutes. You may still feel pressure, and you won't get sleepy, but the pain will dull."

Kurt let a breath out slowly, "Can't wait," He said, his attitude slowly returning.

Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's shoulder and checked the time on his watch, "It's almost eight, which means your dad, or both your dad and step-mom, will be in shortly. In the meantime, would you want to try and eat some breakfast?"

Kurt shook his head as his nose scrunched up in distaste.

"By the time I get back the pain won't be bad, Kurt. You're gonna have to eat. How about just some grits and toast? With ginger ale? Not usually a breakfast drink, but I won't tell if you won't."

Kurt contemplated shaking his head 'no' again, but then he looked at Blaine and found himself unable to do so. He sighed, "You can bring it… But I can't guarantee I'll eat it."

"All I ask is that you try," Blaine replied as he did a small bow, which made Kurt both want to push him out of the room and hold his hand at the same time. "I'll be back in a few minutes."


Within two minutes of Blaine leaving, Burt was walking into the room. He had a worried expression on his face, which Kurt was about to question, when Burt answered it before he had the chance.

"I saw Blaine on my way in and he said you were feelin' pretty bad?"

"Everything just hurts a little more today," Kurt answered, glad that he didn't have to stop to take a breath between words anymore. He wouldn't want to worry his dad even more. "Did you sleep last night?"

"I should be the one asking you that."

"Dad."

Burt sighed, "Yes, I slept, Kurt."

"For how long?"

"I went to bed at eleven."

"But?"

Burt glared at his son for a moment before answering. "I woke up every other hour to call and check on you."

"Dad!"

"Don't give me a speech, Kurt. You're my kid. It was either call every two hours, or spend the night here."

Kurt sighed, but didn't argue. He just hated worrying his dad so much. The last thing his family needed right now was to be worrying about him. It wasn't even too long ago that they were worrying about Burt, and now this? Kurt would do whatever he could to make sure he healed quickly and got out of the hospital as fast as he could so they could just move on.

"I can feel you thinking," Burt said, interrupting Kurt's thoughts. He sat down in the chair beside Kurt's bed, "Stop worrying about me, kid."

"Stop worrying about me," Kurt retorted.

"Sorry, no can do."

"Well, no can do here, either."

Burt took a deep breath. "If I go in to work today and don't call to check up on you, then come see you around five, would that make you feel better?"

"No, because I'd know you were lying."

Burt nodded. They both went silent, but within a few seconds, Blaine was coming back in holding a tray of food. "Delivery for Kurt Hummel," He said with a bright smile. He placed the tray onto Kurt's bedside tray and spun it around so it was over him. He then slowly lifted Kurt's bed so he was sitting up. "I brought grits, toast, orange jello, and ginger ale. You don't have to eat it all, but try to eat something. It will make you feel better."

"Thank you, Blaine," Burt said with a nod as Kurt looked at all of his food.

"No problem. I'm going to go check on my other patient. Let me know if you need anything."

With a smile, Blaine left, leaving Kurt and Burt alone again.

Burt watched as Kurt simply stared at his food.

"I don't think that's how eating works, kid," He said after almost a minute passed.

Kurt sighed. He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it back before speaking.

"What is it?" Burt asked.

"I just… Everything feels so stiff and- I mean, I know my right arm isn't hurt, but… I'm af- afraid of moving too much."

Burt nodded in understanding. He stood up and walked over to Kurt's bed. "If you needed help eating," He began as picked up the plastic spoon and stirred the grits, "all you had to do was ask."

"I know, but it's embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing, Kurt," Burt replied, putting a small amount of the grits onto a spoon and feeding it to Kurt. "I think children forget that their parents cleaned their butts as kids. Feeding you is the least embarrassing thing we ever had to do."

"Yes, but I'm not two anymore," Kurt said before taking another bite of the food Burt offered.

"Still. I'd rather you be up and me be feedin' you than it be back like it was before."

Kurt looked down at his covers. "I'm sorry, Dad."

"What the heck do you have to be sorry for? Here, eat."

Kurt took the bite and swallowed before replying. "I hate causing so much trouble. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that-"

"Kurt, stop," Burt interrupted. "Don't think about that, okay? None of it is your fault. None of it. Work on getting better… Also work on eating breakfast."

"I don't think I want anymore," Kurt said quietly.

"Kurt, you've barely eaten anything… Do I need to make the airplane noises I made when you were little and wouldn't try the smashed up peas?"

"Dad," Kurt warned with a glare.

"Or the car noise?"

"Dad."

"Or the train? You loved the train. It was your favorite."

"Dad."

"Come on." Burt began to bounce the spoon in front of Kurt, "Chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-choo-choo!"

Kurt quickly took the bite off of the spoon, "Happy?" He questioned with a glare, his mouth full.

Burt smiled. "See? Still works."


First of all, I am so sorry this took so long. Blame school, and trying to finish other stories first. Or just blame me... cause it was mainly me. Again, sorry.

Also, I know there was more Burt and Kurt interaction than Blaine and Kurt, but I'm a sucker for Burt and Kurt moments, so... I had to do it.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter... if anyone's still here. Sorry again.

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