Kurt's hands shook as he rode the elevator to Blaine's floor. He'd just driven two hours alone, all the way to Columbus, back to the hospital he first saw him in. His parents had transferred him back there when he was stable enough to be moved, back to his specialist doctors who were familiar with his case. That was good in theory, but it meant Kurt couldn't visit every single day, as he'd done for the two weeks Blaine was in the Lima hospital.
So instead he'd left text messages and voicemail for Blaine every single day, even though Blaine couldn't read or hear them while he slept. It didn't matter to Kurt. He could see them when he woke up. Every day Kurt left a more ridiculous and slightly more embarrassing message, falling into the old habit of being completely candid when one did not expect a reply. But that day, finally, a reply came.
Kurt woke up to one new voicemail, which was ridiculous because he'd had his phone on the loudest ring setting for a month. Somehow, he managed to sleep through it. The message was scratchy, but a sleepy-voiced Blaine left it. He said simply, "I haven't seen you in a while. Want to drive me home tomorrow? Don't call back. I only want to talk to you in real life."
So Kurt bounced around the elevator until it finally stopped and released him. He half ran to Blaine's room but had to stop short when Blaine wheeled himself out in a wheelchair, sunglasses on, one leg crossed over the other, in his regular clothes, and made a "ta-da!" gesture with his arms.
Kurt let out a yelp of jumbled words and jumped into his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Hey," a nurse pretended to scold them. She was familiar with Kurt and their story, and was happy to see them reunited. "We already aren't sure if he should leave so soon after waking up. Don't make us change our minds. You have to be gentle with him."
"Sorry!" Kurt said, and tried to get up, but Blaine held him tight. "Are you sure you should be leaving?" he asked Blaine. "If the doctors want you to stay—"
"It's fine, I promise," Blaine said. "I'll be in bed all day for another month, and I won't do anything but catch up on homework. I refuse to be held back a year in school. Then I'd have to wait two years before I could be with you in New York."
Kurt gulped and decided not to say anything, just then, about how he was reconsidering New York in favor of staying close to Blaine. It wasn't something they needed to talk about right that second. They had another year left of high school, and, it seemed, all the time in the world.
"Okay, wheel me out of here. I need to breathe real air," Blaine said, and let go of Kurt. When Kurt wheeled him past the desk in the waiting room he grinned and asked the nurse, "I can keep this chair, right?"
She rolled her eyes. "No, Blaine, you can't keep it."
Kurt helped him into the passenger seat of his car, and Blaine used it as an excuse to pull Kurt in for a slow kiss.
Kurt smiled when they parted. "I guess this means you're not mad at me."
"Why would I be mad at you?"
"Because I almost killed you."
"Oh, that," Blaine said, and then laughed and pushed him on the shoulder. "No, you didn't have anything to do with it. Let's just say we learned a valuable lesson the hard way. I need to take better care of myself. I need to be healthier, and make better decisions."
"But I could have said or done something," Kurt insisted.
Blaine took Kurt's hand and pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head to look seriously at him. "I love you, and I don't blame you."
"I love you, too, but I blame myself," Kurt said.
"Well, give me time, and I'll change your mind. Now, go take my wheelchair back, adorable servant. Then we're going to your house."
"You mean your house," Kurt said as he spun the empty wheelchair toward the hospital doors.
"No, I mean your house. You're my tutor all summer. I told you have I to catch up. You get good grades, right?"
Kurt grabbed Blaine's sunglasses and put them on to look extra cool when he answered, with a mischievous grin, "Does it matter?"
(The mostly season 4, Blaine centric sequel is now up! Check my profile.)