(Source: born-a-star-rachel, via just-kurt)
Well, it’s more like a lullaby…
Lullaby for who?
Um… no one in particular. I’ve just had this tune stuck in my head for a while…
(via msjonesifyanasty)
Well, it’s more like a lullaby…
Well if it’s my lovely anon who goes by the beautiful name of Christa, then yes. Of course I remember you.
Kurt sat there in silence for a long moment, contemplating on what to do. He knew it was difficult dealing on everything on your own and if his presumptions about Blaine’s dad were correct, then Blaine would be doing this on his own if he took him up on the offer to opt out. Then again, he could be completely off and just get in the way. The offer to go shopping instead did sound extremely tempting, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to get much done if he was too busy worrying over what was happening in the hospital. When did he even start caring? he wondered.
“I’ll go with you,” he finally said. Then, to defend his choice, he stubbornly added, “I wouldn’t want to accidentally wreck your car or anything.” He didn’t wait for an answer before stepping out, deciding to just leave it at that before he changed his mind. All he could really think about, though, as he stared anxiously at the hospital building, were the doctors inside who had at one point in his life attempted to figure out what was wrong with him after they had witnessed it, and how they tried to hold him down when he wouldn’t stop freaking out as they attempted to experiment on him, and just how traumatizing all of that really was for him; it was his dad who got him out of that mess. But that wasn’t important now.
He looked over at Blaine once he was beside him and tried to focus. “Ready to go in?”
At Kurt’s question, Blaine just nodded his head wordlessly and led the way inside the hospital. Immediately his nose was hit with the sickeningly smell of disinfectants and an underlying hint of the elderly who were constantly wandering the halls. As it was Saturday, there were quite a bit of people here coming in to pick up their prescription, get a check up, or in his case: visit family members on their day off. Beside the low chatter of people passing by or the occasional announcement on the intercom, it was fairly quiet in the hospital. Which made sense because who honestly felt the need to make conversation in a place full of sickness and death.
After a short elevator ride to the third floor and a stop at the office desk to pick up their visitor pass, Blaine continued leading the way down the white hallways and past many patient rooms. It didn’t take long for the pair to reach the open room of his mother and once he knocked lightly on the door frame to announce he and Kurt’s arrival, Blaine inhaled deeply before hesitantly stepping inside.
For the most part, his mother was in a standard hospital room. Television in the top right corner, walls a muted green which a good portion of were blocked by a mass amount of balloons, and there were ‘Get Well Soon’ cards covering a table nearby. Though he seen all of this many times before, Blaine tried his hardest to keep his eyes from his mother lying in the hospital bed. However this proved impossible to do when he heard a frail feminine voice call out to him. Reluctantly he tore his eyes away from the hard wood of the table and forced a bright smile on his face as he meet his mother’s eyes.
The smile nearly faltered at the sight of the fading bruises along her pale flesh. Granted it was much better than it was before considering that she fell down fell down two flights of stairs at home. Blaine’s eyes traveled further up and took note that her busted lip had healed just fine, but it all went to hell when he finally meet his mother’s eyes. His heart sunk in his chest and his introductory ‘Hi” was cut short when he saw the blank look in his mother’s hazel eyes. His heart completely broke when the woman who had raised him, the woman he loved more than anything in this world blinked up at him in confusion and asked in a raspy voice: “Um.. Excuse me, but who are you?” It took everything in him not to just bolt, but Blaine knew he should have expected him. She hadn’t know who he was for the past week, why would all of that change now? However, that still didn’t lessen the hurt and stop the tears from gathering in his eye at the reminder that his own mother didn’t know who he was. That is father had managed to single-handedly take away the one good thing in his life.
Oh.
Is this about the baby thing?Regretting the past gets you no where. You need to move on. I’m glad I didn’t give in to my ex though, especially after what happened.Yeah.
I’d rather not talk about it.I suppose you’re right, it’s just easier said than done. That night will always be one of my biggest regrets.Hang in there.
Thanks, Kurt. You’ve truly been a lot of help these past few days. I honestly couldn’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.
