I'm not sure how long this going to be yet, I would think fairly long, but most likely not like a fifty chapter epic or anything haha [:
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish it was, Glee is not in fact owned by me. Excuse me whilst I curl up and cry over this.
If it's not clear, the first part is from Blaine's POV.
I threw the car into park and jumped out, racing across the road and over to where the fire fighters were battling the huge blaze. I strained my neck, looking around for any sign of my Kurt, my heart hammering in my chest. I spotted Quinn standing with Rachel – I noticed that they were standing close together, Rachel's arm around Quinn, comforting her. There was nothing sneaky, or underhand about the gesture, just one comforting the other – both comforting each other no doubt, though the Quinn-Finn-Rachel love triangle was now well and truly over – Rachel was now with Jesse again, and therefore posed no threat to Quinn and Finn's relationship.
I walked over to them, praying that they knew more than had already been on the news. When I was standing close enough that they could see me, Rachel leaned up and gave me a comforting one armed hug, the other arm still around Quinn. A lump rose in my throat as the fire fighters made their way into the house, praying to a god he didn't believe in that Kurt would appear at the door, unharmed so that I could hold him in my arms again.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. I'm sure they all will." Rachel murmured to Quinn and I, taking my hand as a show of support and solidarity.
The door opened and a fire fighter walked out, supporting someone. My heart raced, hoping it was Kurt – it was immediately apparent to the three of us however that it was his step-mom, Carole, who was being half-carried out of the burning building.
"I should go and see how she is." Quinn said quietly – the first time I'd heard her speak that evening.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Rachel asked.
Quinn shook her head, her eyes flicking up to meet mine for a brief second.
"I'll be fine. Come get me when … if …" her sentence trailed off and she looked away wiping away a tear with shaking hands.
"Hey, hey. Don't think like that. He's going to be perfectly fine." Rachel said, a little too brightly. She was overdoing the helpfulness a little bit, but I didn't say anything, it was probably part of her coping mechanism.
Quinn didn't respond. Instead she turned, muttering darkly to herself and walked away towards the paramedic who was currently fixing an oxygen mask onto Carole's face.
We were silent for a very long time, no sign of anyone exiting the house.
"I'm scared." I heard myself whisper, tears welling up in my eyes and trickling down my cheeks.
Rachel immediately stood up on her tip toes and pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, choking on tears and a fear of never seeing Kurt again – never seeing his smile, or watching bad romantic-comedies together at the movies, or feeling him smile against my lips when he kisses me, or hearing him sing. I was barely managing to suppress a sob, and holding onto Rachel like a lifeline.
"He's going to be okay. He's going to be just f—" Her voice stopped abruptly and I immediately let go of her, spinning around to look at the door to see one of the only sights that could stop her in her tracks. A slender figure, held in the arms of a tall fireman was carried out of the house that I had grown to love over the large amount of time that I'd spent there with the Hummel-Hudson family.
I immediately recognised the slight boy as my boyfriend Kurt. I ran to where the ambulances were waiting, pushing past several people as I went.
I reached Kurt's side in time to realise that something was horribly wrong. I heard Quinn scream Finn's name, but I ignored her. Kurt's lower left leg was a shudder inducing, spine chilling sight of melted, mangled flesh. I grabbed his hand - whether to comfort him or steady myself, I'm not altogether sure.
"Excuse me sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step back. We need to get this patient to hospital immediately – his situation is critical." The EMT had a severe face, but compassionate eyes.
"I'm his boyfriend. He needs me." My voice cracked and I implored her with my eyes, realising just too late that telling a stranger in Ohio (especially a stranger who had Kurt's life in her hands) may not have been the best thing I could have done.
She nodded wordlessly, before warning me to stay out of her way. I nodded mutely as they loaded my baby into the ambulance. I climbed in beside him, briefly looking back to see Carole and Burt being loaded into separate ambulances, Quinn climbing into an ambulance that was obviously the same ambulance that Finn was in and Rachel jumping into a large, black, Mercedes sedan – through the windshield I recognised Jesse, thankful that she wasn't alone on a night like this. A dark haired, pale skinned woman wearing an FBI badge slammed the doors to the ambulance closed and we roared away into the night.
"It would probably be good for you to talk to him." She said, clicking various buttons on a screen above Kurt and attaching an IV to his arm.
I lent closer to him, stroking his hair.
"We're going to be fine, honey. You hang in there – we'll take you to hospital, get you fixed up and you'll be back to your perfect self. Can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, baby. Please." I blinked back tears, my heart pounding in my chest.
After what seemed like an endless stretch of time, I felt a small amount of pressure on my hand and huffed a huge sigh of relief.
He could hear me.
"Is Finn…" He croaked, the word coming out as a whisper.
"He got out, baby. So did your Dad and Carole. The firemen rescued them. You're safe now." I quickly responded.
I could see tears dribbling down his cheeks as he coughed, blood appearing at the corner of his mouth with the effort. My heart jolted at the sight - I remembered reading somewhere that coughing up blood was a symptom of internal bleeding. My hands shook with the effort of not losing it. I couldn't freak out now, not when Kurt needed me to be calm.
"Shh Shh, don't talk, Kurt. Save your energy." I said quietly, tears falling from my eyes and landing on Kurt's shoulder.
"We're at the hospital. You need to let go of him so we can take him to the burn ICU." The EMT said, clicking more buttons on a screen that showed Kurt's heartbeat and other numbers and lines that I didn't understand the meaning of.
"We may need to take him for emergency surgery – is he allergic to anything?" She asked as I continued to stroke Kurt's hair.
"Nothing that I know of." I responded. I slipped the woven leather bracelet that my sister, Ella had given to me right before she left for London three years ago, and quickly slipped in onto Kurt's wrist when the EMT's back was turned. I knew it was silly, but I couldn't stand the thought of his going into surgery alone. It felt like I was keeping a part of myself with him, like I was keeping him safe. The ambulance stopped and the nurses from the ER immediately lowered Kurt out of the ambulance and wheeled him away. I climbed out and followed him inside, sitting down on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the waiting room; my stomach churning, my head spinning.
How on Earth could this have happened? This sort of thing happens on TV, dramatic special effects and fake blood all over the place - not in real life. Not in their life. The room seemed to tip slightly as I realised there was a streak of blood on my arm. I must have brushed Kurt's leg by accident or something. The thought rattled around in my head like a loose cannon.
Kurt's blood is on my skin.
I wanted someone to blame. I wanted to be punished for what had happened to this family who deserved nothing but good things. The thought that there was probably no one to blame, and that this was just a horrible accident made me feel angry - although not as angry as the next thing that occurred to me.
What if there really is someone to blame for what's happened? What if this wasn't just an accident.
Who could possibly want to hurt Kurt and his family? My thoughts immediately went to Karofsky, the bully who had once made his life hell. But the thought did not linger for long – Karofsky may be an asshole, but he wouldn't actually try to kill him … surely? He was just a dumb jock who didn't know how to deal with his emotions or his sexuality. Locker shoves and an unwanted kiss did not a murderer make.
Maybe it was nothing to do with Kurt. Maybe it was about Finn, or Carole or Burt or maybe it was JUST AN ACCIDENT.
I leaned back, resting my head on the wall and closing my eyes, feeling dizzy from the rush of awful thoughts and fear and a headache coming on. I felt yet more tears roll down my cheeks, scared out of my mind that Kurt wouldn't make it. The doors to the ER crashed open and I jumped in fright, my eyes flying open in time to see Finn, Carole and Burt being rushed in one after the other, Carole and Finn going in the same direction as Kurt. But Burt … something was very wrong. They took him off in a completely different direction, down a harshly lit corridor with the words "TRAUMA" written in bright red letters on a sign on the wall. I stood up, quickly crossing the room to where I could see the reception desk. An older man looked up at me.
"Good evening Sir, what can I do for you?" He asked as he hung up the phone.
"My boyfriend and his family were just brought in … there was a fire … I need to know what's happening. How is he? How are they?" I asked, my words all falling out of my mouth in a semi-convulted sentence.
"The Hummel-Hudson family?" The man asked, tapping on the keyboard.
I nodded. "Kurt. How is Kurt?" I choked out.
"He's just going down to surgery now – the burns to his leg are severe and his situation is critical—"
"Is he … is he going … going to … to … to…" I couldn't say it out loud. Asking 'Is he going to die?' made it all too real.
"It's too early to tell, Sir. I really wish I could be of more help." The man said, looking genuinely apologetic.
"Blaine?" I turned around, hearing Rachel's voice. She raced to my side, tugging Jesse behind her. She gave me another one armed hug.
"They're taking him to surgery, Rachel. They say his injuries are severe and his situation is critical. I don't know what to do, I can't… I can't lose him." I sobbed. I felt like a helpless child.
"Let's go to the cafeteria, get coffee's and just take a breather. They'll let us know as soon as there's news about Kurt and Finn and their parents." Jesse suggested and I stood up straight, gratefully taking the tissue that the receptionist I had just been talking to kindly offered me. I was too scared to bother with feeling embarrassed about sobbing in public.
"I'll come and get you as soon as I know more about their situations." The man said, nodded at me reassuringly. I didn't feel reassured.
I stared glumly into the vile coffee that we'd bought in the cafeteria. Rachel and Jesse were sat close together on the other side of the small, somewhat dirty, round table. They were deep in conversation, discussing something I guessed would be about some Broadway show or other. My eyes pricked with tiredness buy I knew that I would find no comfort in sleep until I knew for sure that my Kurt would be okay – that I could hold him in my arms again and hear him laugh and tell me 'Oh stop fussing, baby - I'm fine!'. My eyes flicked to my wristwatch. 1:00AM. We'd now been here almost four hours. Four hours without a single scrap of news.
"Hummel-Hudson family?" A voice called into the almost empty room. The three of us jumped out of our seats and crossed the room to the doors where the receptionist was standing, holding a blue, plastic clipboard.
"Yes?" I asked, my heart felt like it might explode out of my chest it was beating so hard, I was sure they could all hear it.
"I have some good news, but I'm afraid I also have some bad news." He said, looking back down to his clipboard.