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“Just a few more steps,” Kurt said with a small smile, watching his boyfriend inch forward, gripping the therapy bars tightly. “You can do it.”
Blaine face was pale and screwed up in pain. His legs trembled until they finally gave out and the physical therapist caught him, lowering him to the ground while he cursed.
“I don’t know,” He said miserably. “I can’t even take a fucking step.”
After a rather severe spinal injury, Blaine was bedridden for weeks. The doctors had not been sure that he would ever walk again, trying to break the news gently to a devastated Blaine.
Kurt tried not to notice the way Blaine’s smile would crack every time the Glee club visited (and he caught sight of Artie).
When they had left, Blaine had started sobbing. As a naturally active person, the idea of never walking again was heartbreaking. He had been terrified that Kurt was going to leave him and had cried in his arms.
“I’m here,” Kurt had whispered as he carefully rocked him. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”
“Sweetheart,” Kurt knelt down to where his boyfriend was resting against the bars, sweat running down his face. “It’s just a few steps….”
“It’s not though!” Blaine exploded before glaring angrily down at the floor. “I used to dance. I could run a six and a half minute mile. I completed boot camp and now I can’t take two steps? Is this a fucking joke?”
“It’ll take time.”
“It’s been a month,” He wiped the tears on his face. “I can’t…”
“So you’re giving up?” Kurt gently rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone. “Because that isn’t the Blaine I know. You know I will love you, walking or not, so don’t do this for me. Don’t try to walk to make me happy, do it for yourself.”
“Kurt…”
“I believe in you. I always have,” Kurt gave him a sweet kiss. “Now, do you want to go back to your room and rest?”
“I can try again,” He said in a soft voice.
“Are you sure Blaine?” His physical therapist asked from behind him and he nodded. With a grunt, the man helped him up and he swayed slightly before grabbing the bars again.
“So, Blaine,” The physical therapist gave him a smile. “Let’s think about goals. Why do you want to take this step.”
“I want to be able to dance at our wedding,” Blaine said, staring his boyfriend in the eye.
“Than take that step,” Kurt stood at the end of the therapy bars.
Blaine gripped the bars tightly, gritting his teeth in pain. His left foot inched forward, toe dragging along the floor. He panted a little before picking up his right foot.
Kurt held his breath as Blaine took his first step.
With a short laugh, Blaine grinned down at feet and took one more trembling step before his legs gave out. Kurt moved forward quickly, helping the physical therapist guide his boyfriend to the ground.
“You did it!” Kurt laughed.
“I did!”
“I’m so proud of you,” Kurt kissed him deeply as Blaine squeezed his arm.