The Conversation's Trivial but Trivial is Fine [Chapter Seven]
Title: The Conversation's Trivial but Trivial is Fine [Chapter Seven]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine is injured in a hate crime and suffers from brain damage as a result. After waiting for days for him to wake up Kurt is horrified to find that Blaine has Wernicke's Aphasia and can not understand anything that is said to him or say anything that makes sense.
Disclaimer: All Glee things are Glee's. The title comes from the amazing song Words by Kate Miller-Heidke
Author's Note: A prompt from the angst meme. I guess I just can't stay away from hurt/comfort Klaine :)
Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the awesome reviews! It makes me smile every time and you guys are great :). So, a lot of people were pretty happy with Blaine's point of view in the last chapter so I decided to include some parts with him. The two points of view will be separated.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Blaine tapped his fingers on the arm rest and stared at the stupid abstract painting on the wall. The waiting room was mostly empty besides a young mother and her small child.
He glanced to his right to see his father flipping through an old issue of Time and sighed loudly. Scott looked up and smiled reassuringly.
“Blaine?” He started, recognizing his own name and saw Lillian standing in the doorway. “Poe yin.”
He gave her a small wave and leaned back into the padded chair as his father pushed him back into the main therapy room.
Blaine looked around distastefully at the pediatric speech therapy room that was decorated in bright primary colors. A pile of stuffed animals towered in one corner and giant foam letters were stacked neatly on a table.
He sighed and picked at the cast on his arm. Lillian and Scott were chatting behind him and all he could make out was his name. Blaine bit the inside of his cheek and tried to ignore the strange words behind him.
It was like everyone else in the world was speaking a different language than him and he had never felt so isolated before.
“Blaine,” Lillian stretched out his name and smiled widely. Blaine gave her a tired smile and tried to straighten himself in his chair.
They sat for almost forty minutes with Lillian tapping her finger on his wrist and humming. Blaine was beginning to get frustrated when he still wasn’t able to properly hit the notes since he had always prided himself on his perfect pitch.
Then Lillian hummed a middle C and he matched it perfectly.
A huge grin spread across his face and he held his hand up to his mouth in shock.
Blaine only got more excited when he kept hitting the notes. Letting out a wordless cry of excitement, he grabbed Scott’s sleeve and mimed for his cell phone and called Kurt.
“Blaine,” He let out a happy laugh when he recognized his name. “Upon quert holiday.”
“Kurt! Kurt! I did it! I matched the therapist with humming,” Blaine could feel tears gather in his eyes. “This means that I’m getting better.”
Scott gently pulled the phone out of his grip and explained it to Kurt. Blaine could hear the happy voice from the other end of the phone and felt a rush of pride.
Blaine finally felt like there was some hope.
~*~
That night Kurt had come over with pizza and musicals to celebrate Blaine’s improvement. They had settled themselves in the nest of blankets on the couch and sang along to Moulin Rouge and several Disney movies.
In the middle of The Little Mermaid Kurt felt Blaine’s head drop onto his shoulder. He glanced down to see his boyfriend fast asleep, bottle of water held precariously in his hand.
Carefully, Kurt took the bottle, put it on the table, and pulled a blanket over Blaine’s shoulders. With a soft sigh, Blaine burrowed himself farther into the blanket and Kurt’s side.
Kurt gently placed a hand on the top of his head, glad that the bandages were now gone. He ran his fingers through the curls and smiled, feeling just like he had before the attack.
About twenty minutes before the movie was over Blaine shifted in his sleep. His eyebrows knitted together and he let out a soft moan. Kurt frowned down at him as he whimpered and twisted.
“Pero,” Blaine groaned. “Kith around halp.”
Then he let out a piercing scream and flung his arm out, cast crashing into the coffee table. Kurt jumped and tried to calm his flailing boyfriend. Blaine kept jerking his broken bones and ripped a stitch in his forehead.
“BLAINE!” Kurt shouted, grabbing his arms. Panicked and pained hazel eyes snapped open and his fingers twisted into Kurt’s cardigan.
“Blaine?” Amy and Scott hurried into the room, dressed in the pajamas. “Is he okay?”
“He had a nightmare,” Kurt was gently stroking Blaine’s face which was pinched in pain. “He started jerking around and hurt himself.”
Blaine let out a choked off whimper and tears began to stream down his face, mixing with the thin line of blood from his forehead. He pressed his body firmly into Kurt’s side, shaking slightly.
“He has them almost every night,” Amy knelt down with a warm washcloth and wiped off the blood. “They can get pretty violent.”
Kurt held Blaine tightly to him as Scott placed two pain pills into his son’s mouth. Blaine swallowed and let his entire weight lean against the other boy.
“You’re okay,” Kurt whispered softly, rubbing his arm. “I’m here.”
Blaine sagged even further back and closed his eyes, still trembling. Amy soothed her son, pulling the blanket up.
“He’s getting better physically,” Scott whispered as Blaine opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. “The doctors say that his bones are healing and that in three weeks he can get his arm and leg casts off. They also tell us that his brain scans look better and that he is showing huge improvement in speech therapy. I don’t know if he’ll ever be…okay though.”
“He has constant nightmares and gets scared whenever we leave for therapy sessions,” Amy was rubbing reassuring circles on her son’s arm. “That attack hurt him more than physically.”
“Oh Blaine,” Kurt pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple and leaned in really close to his ear. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Blaine’s hand tightened on his arm and for a moment Kurt could pretend that he understood.
He ignored the sinking of his heart when he realized that Blaine had been hurt far more than he had thought.
Kurt texted his father quickly and told him that he would spend the night at the Anderson’s. He helped Blaine rest on top of him and the shorter boy laid his head down on his chest.
He gently stroked his fingers through Blaine’s hair but his eyes stayed stubbornly open.
“Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance, for a break that, would make it okay, there’s always one reason, to feel not good enough, and it’s hard at the end of the day,” He sung softly, feeling Blaine relax slightly. “I need some distraction, oh beautiful release, memory seeps from my veins, let me be empty, and weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight.”
A hand reached up to hold on to the arm wrapped around Blaine’s chest.
“In the arms of an angel, fly away from here, from this dark cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear, you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you’re in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort there,” Kurt’s voice lowered to a whisper when he felt Blaine’s slow and steady breathing. He was fast asleep, hand still clutching Kurt’s arm.
Blaine didn’t have another nightmare that night.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine is injured in a hate crime and suffers from brain damage as a result. After waiting for days for him to wake up Kurt is horrified to find that Blaine has Wernicke's Aphasia and can not understand anything that is said to him or say anything that makes sense.
Disclaimer: All Glee things are Glee's. The title comes from the amazing song Words by Kate Miller-Heidke
Author's Note: A prompt from the angst meme. I guess I just can't stay away from hurt/comfort Klaine :)
Author's Note: Hey guys! Thanks for all the awesome reviews! It makes me smile every time and you guys are great :). So, a lot of people were pretty happy with Blaine's point of view in the last chapter so I decided to include some parts with him. The two points of view will be separated.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Blaine tapped his fingers on the arm rest and stared at the stupid abstract painting on the wall. The waiting room was mostly empty besides a young mother and her small child.
He glanced to his right to see his father flipping through an old issue of Time and sighed loudly. Scott looked up and smiled reassuringly.
“Blaine?” He started, recognizing his own name and saw Lillian standing in the doorway. “Poe yin.”
He gave her a small wave and leaned back into the padded chair as his father pushed him back into the main therapy room.
Blaine looked around distastefully at the pediatric speech therapy room that was decorated in bright primary colors. A pile of stuffed animals towered in one corner and giant foam letters were stacked neatly on a table.
He sighed and picked at the cast on his arm. Lillian and Scott were chatting behind him and all he could make out was his name. Blaine bit the inside of his cheek and tried to ignore the strange words behind him.
It was like everyone else in the world was speaking a different language than him and he had never felt so isolated before.
“Blaine,” Lillian stretched out his name and smiled widely. Blaine gave her a tired smile and tried to straighten himself in his chair.
They sat for almost forty minutes with Lillian tapping her finger on his wrist and humming. Blaine was beginning to get frustrated when he still wasn’t able to properly hit the notes since he had always prided himself on his perfect pitch.
Then Lillian hummed a middle C and he matched it perfectly.
A huge grin spread across his face and he held his hand up to his mouth in shock.
Blaine only got more excited when he kept hitting the notes. Letting out a wordless cry of excitement, he grabbed Scott’s sleeve and mimed for his cell phone and called Kurt.
“Blaine,” He let out a happy laugh when he recognized his name. “Upon quert holiday.”
“Kurt! Kurt! I did it! I matched the therapist with humming,” Blaine could feel tears gather in his eyes. “This means that I’m getting better.”
Scott gently pulled the phone out of his grip and explained it to Kurt. Blaine could hear the happy voice from the other end of the phone and felt a rush of pride.
Blaine finally felt like there was some hope.
~*~
That night Kurt had come over with pizza and musicals to celebrate Blaine’s improvement. They had settled themselves in the nest of blankets on the couch and sang along to Moulin Rouge and several Disney movies.
In the middle of The Little Mermaid Kurt felt Blaine’s head drop onto his shoulder. He glanced down to see his boyfriend fast asleep, bottle of water held precariously in his hand.
Carefully, Kurt took the bottle, put it on the table, and pulled a blanket over Blaine’s shoulders. With a soft sigh, Blaine burrowed himself farther into the blanket and Kurt’s side.
Kurt gently placed a hand on the top of his head, glad that the bandages were now gone. He ran his fingers through the curls and smiled, feeling just like he had before the attack.
About twenty minutes before the movie was over Blaine shifted in his sleep. His eyebrows knitted together and he let out a soft moan. Kurt frowned down at him as he whimpered and twisted.
“Pero,” Blaine groaned. “Kith around halp.”
Then he let out a piercing scream and flung his arm out, cast crashing into the coffee table. Kurt jumped and tried to calm his flailing boyfriend. Blaine kept jerking his broken bones and ripped a stitch in his forehead.
“BLAINE!” Kurt shouted, grabbing his arms. Panicked and pained hazel eyes snapped open and his fingers twisted into Kurt’s cardigan.
“Blaine?” Amy and Scott hurried into the room, dressed in the pajamas. “Is he okay?”
“He had a nightmare,” Kurt was gently stroking Blaine’s face which was pinched in pain. “He started jerking around and hurt himself.”
Blaine let out a choked off whimper and tears began to stream down his face, mixing with the thin line of blood from his forehead. He pressed his body firmly into Kurt’s side, shaking slightly.
“He has them almost every night,” Amy knelt down with a warm washcloth and wiped off the blood. “They can get pretty violent.”
Kurt held Blaine tightly to him as Scott placed two pain pills into his son’s mouth. Blaine swallowed and let his entire weight lean against the other boy.
“You’re okay,” Kurt whispered softly, rubbing his arm. “I’m here.”
Blaine sagged even further back and closed his eyes, still trembling. Amy soothed her son, pulling the blanket up.
“He’s getting better physically,” Scott whispered as Blaine opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. “The doctors say that his bones are healing and that in three weeks he can get his arm and leg casts off. They also tell us that his brain scans look better and that he is showing huge improvement in speech therapy. I don’t know if he’ll ever be…okay though.”
“He has constant nightmares and gets scared whenever we leave for therapy sessions,” Amy was rubbing reassuring circles on her son’s arm. “That attack hurt him more than physically.”
“Oh Blaine,” Kurt pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s temple and leaned in really close to his ear. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”
Blaine’s hand tightened on his arm and for a moment Kurt could pretend that he understood.
He ignored the sinking of his heart when he realized that Blaine had been hurt far more than he had thought.
Kurt texted his father quickly and told him that he would spend the night at the Anderson’s. He helped Blaine rest on top of him and the shorter boy laid his head down on his chest.
He gently stroked his fingers through Blaine’s hair but his eyes stayed stubbornly open.
“Spend all your time waiting, for that second chance, for a break that, would make it okay, there’s always one reason, to feel not good enough, and it’s hard at the end of the day,” He sung softly, feeling Blaine relax slightly. “I need some distraction, oh beautiful release, memory seeps from my veins, let me be empty, and weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight.”
A hand reached up to hold on to the arm wrapped around Blaine’s chest.
“In the arms of an angel, fly away from here, from this dark cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear, you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent reverie, you’re in the arms of the angel, may you find some comfort there,” Kurt’s voice lowered to a whisper when he felt Blaine’s slow and steady breathing. He was fast asleep, hand still clutching Kurt’s arm.
Blaine didn’t have another nightmare that night.