Final part! More of an epilogue than anything. Enjoy!
Kurt got Blaine to the hospital in record time, ignoring the searing pain in his own chest because he knew it wasn't actually real; Blaine's was, though. Blaine, who had been dancing around the apartment without a care in the world not twenty minutes ago, was now hunched over, wheezing, fingers clutched in the fabric of Kurt's sweater, unable to speak.
It was a blur for Kurt – a terrifying, heart-stopping blur. He quickly explained what had happened and they got Blaine admitted and then carted him off to a restricted part of the hospital where Kurt couldn't follow. A couple nurses tried to calm him down.
"Calm down?" he practically shrieked. "Did you not see him?"
"Sir, we get it – your soulmate is in pain and you feel it," one of them – the younger one – said, frustratingly unfazed. "But that means he can feel you as well. It's a two-way street. If you want to help him, try to be as calm as possible. He doesn't need your stress on top of his own."
Kurt immediately stopped fighting them. He collapsed into one of those horridly uncomfortable plastic chairs and closed his eyes, focusing all his energy on peaceful, reassuring thoughts. You'll get through this. You'll be okay. You'll stay with me. Stay with me, Blaine! You can't leave me now. We've only just found each other. There's so much we still have to do. I can't lose you. Please. You've got to make it through. He massaged his own chest, hoping that easing away his own pain would help Blaine's, even just a little bit.
After a while, he thought to call Kevin and Jennifer, tell them what had happened. They both promised to get there as soon as possible, but it was late and he knew they were both at home with their own soulmates; he told them to stay. He'd call when there was news.
Eventually, a nurse came by and gave him the low-down. Apparently, Blaine had stressed the fractured rib and a piece of bone had caught his left lung, causing a pneumothorax. They'd suctioned out the excess air, though, and thankfully it looked like he'd make a full recovery.
The relief was so great Kurt had to sit down again and just breathe.
Blaine was unconscious when Kurt was let in to see him, but he didn't care; he sat down by his bed and grabbed his right hand between his own, tracing his name and memorizing the web of veins.
"You need to stop scaring me like this," he murmured.
Blaine's eyes moved behind his eyelids, and his head tilted almost imperceptibly towards him, as if listening to the sound of his voice.
"I'm so sorry," Kurt whispered, voice cracking as he squeezed Blaine's hand. "I'm so, so sorry, baby. I shouldn't have let you sing. I should have known you needed to rest. I promised to take care of you. What kind of soulmate am I? God, I can't even- You deserve so much better than me, Blaine. Someone who can take care of you properly."
"Ssh, don't cry."
Kurt jumped and looked up. Blaine had awoken, eyes half-lidded but focused on the tearful designer with surprising intensity. He squeezed his hand. "Don't ever say that," he muttered. "I don't want anyone but you."
Kurt sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss his knuckles, a silent thank you.
"I love you," Blaine said clearly.
And Kurt could feel it – felt it coursing through him, filling him up. He leaned down and captured Blaine's chapped lips in a deep, passionate kiss that conveyed more than he could ever put into words.
"I love you too, B," he said, choked up and grinning like a fool.
Blaine's face lit up. They were quiet for a beat, and then he said, "Thank you, by the way."
Kurt frowned. "For what?" All I've done is made it worse.
"I could- I could sense you. You made me feel less scared. You made me feel better even though you weren't in there with me." He smiled. "I guess that's the benefit of having such an incredible soulmate…I'm so lucky to have you."
Kurt beamed and couldn't help but steal another kiss. Blaine always knew exactly what to say. "I'm just glad you're alright."
"I'll never say goodbye to you," Blaine swore. "Never."
And there wasn't a single shred of doubt in Kurt's mind.
Blaine's first concert after his unplanned hiatus was a sold-out show, with fans from all over coming to see his long-awaited return. He'd been anxious to get back on stage for what felt like ages, and it was a rush to finally take up the mic again.
"It's good to see you guys again," he greeted to the sea of upturned faces, and there was a roar of approval. "I'm sure most of you know why I was away for so long." There was another wave of noise in response. He began to strum the opening notes to 'Courage.' "Now, while I was recovering, my boyfriend Kurt Hummel-" there was a louder cheer, the loudest yet, and Blaine winked down at the handsome young man in the front row, who grinned back up at him. "Yes, I feel the same. Anyway, Kurt took care of me, even though he had a full plate of his own work to deal with. The outfit I'm wearing right now is one of his originals, actually! What do you think?"
The roof practically rattled from the deafening screams.
He laughed. "I like it too, yeah. So this song goes to him. He works so hard and takes such good care of me, and I honestly couldn't ask for a better soulmate." He glanced down at Kurt. "I love you, baby."
And then he began to sing, and the concert hall rang with thousands of approving voices.
If you want more, you can go to my Tumblr (rippleklainebagels). I'll be posting drabbles in this 'verse. :)