Here are some things that you'll need to know in advance about this fanfic
1) Kurt and Blaine are a couple
2) Kurt is still at Dalton, but best friends with all of New Directions
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Carole was just about to walk out to the parking lot of her office, when she heard her phone ring. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this Carole Hudson?"
"Yes, and this is?"
"This is Dr. Brad Wells, from Lima Memorial Hospital. I'm sorry, but your son, Kurt Hummel, was in an automobile accident."
"I'll be right over."
Carole got to the hospital, and was anxiously pacing in the waiting room, a million questions running through her head. How bad was the accident? How did it happen? Is he okay? Does Burt know that he's here? But all of these thoughts were interrupted when a male doctor, in his early-thirties, appeared in the doorway. "Kurt Hummel?"
"Where is he?" Carole asked apprehensively.
He motioned for her to follow him, and she stayed close behind, afraid of what she was about to see.
Kurt had been driving home from Dalton and it was raining horribly, a storm was obviously starting. He said goodbye to all of his new friends, the Warblers, and his new boyfriend, Blaine. He was finally happy with his life, a handful of new friends, a loving boyfriend, and a complete, caring family.
He was listening to The Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga, driving at least ten miles over the speed limit, trying to make the two hour drive in the rain, a one hour drive, when his phone rang. He knew that his dad had a strict No Phones While Driving rule, but there was barely anyone on the road, and he was always a safe driver.
"Hello?"
"Hey, bro!"
He could practically hear Finn's goofy smile on the other end. "What, Finn? And how many times have I told you not to call me bro?"
"Sorry, bro, I mean, Kurt."
"Well, what do you want?"
He couldn't even see the grey car swerving in the lane next to him.
"Oh, right! Everyone from New Directions misses you, and we were just wondering if you could stop in on your way home from school to see everyone?"
The car was beginning to spin towards his Navigator, and before he knew it, he was being launched out of his seat.
Finn and the rest of New Directions were talking about Kurt, and Blaine, and how much Kurt seemed to like it at Dalton, when Finn got the idea to call Kurt.
"Hello?"
"Hey, bro!"
"What, Finn? And how many times have I told you not to call me bro?"
"Sorry, bro, I mean, Kurt."
"Well, what do you want?"
"Oh, right! Everyone from New Directions misses you, and we were just wondering if you could stop in on your way home from school to see everyone?"
He heard a loud crash, and a blood curdling scream from the other line. Everyone looked around, stunned. "Kurt? Kurt, what happened? Kurt!"
Carole was being led to Kurt's room, but before she walked in, Dr. Wells explained what was wrong. "Kurt was launched over ten feet from his car. I don't know much about the accident, the police would like to talk to you about it later, but when he was launched, he hit his head off of the road, and he has a skull fracture, a broken nose, wrist, shoulder, and leg, and some broken and cracked ribs. When one of the ribs broke, it punctured his left lung, and right now he is on life support."
She looked like she was going to breakdown right there, but she knew that she had to stay strong.
Finn called Kurt again, but it had that recording where the girl said, "We're sorry, but the number you have dialed cannot be completed." Finn swore under his breath and called Burt. If something bad really did happen to Kurt, his dad would be the first one to know about it.
"You've reached Burt's voicemail. Please leave a message after the beep."
He swore again, and called his mom.
"Finn," she said crying, "Finn, you have to come to the hospital."
"Lima Memorial?"
"Yes. Hurry."
He hung up the phone, and ran to the parking lot without a word to the rest of New Directions.
By the time that Finn had gotten there, Carole was back in the waiting room. He took one look at her hurt expression, and immediately ran to hug her. She explained everything that she knew, and then Finn told her about the phone call to Kurt.
He couldn't help but feel guilty, that this whole thing was his fault. If I hadn't had called him, he wouldn't have crashed. But Carole quickly told him that it didn't matter if he was on the phone or not, that the roads were already bad enough, and that a drunk driver (who had been killed on impact) had crashed into him, and there was nothing anyone could do but wait.
But again, Finn was thinking about all of this. If he hadn't had to change schools, than he wouldn't have even been in the car then. He would've been singing with us at Glee. And, he wouldn't have had to transfer if he hadn't been bullied. And he wouldn't have been bullied if I'd been a better brother and protected him.
But soon enough, all of these thoughts were whisked away when he had another, What about Burt? Surely, Carole had been too worried to think to call him. "Mom? What about Burt?"
She said something under her breath, and then whipped out her phone. It went to his answering machine, yet again, so she called the shop. "Hummel Tire and Lube, Carl speaking."
"Where's Burt?"
"I'm sorry but who's calling?"
"It's Carole, now where's Burt!"
There was a pause, and then he put Burt on the phone. "Hello?"
"Burt, you need to come to the hospital."
"Lima Memorial?"
"Yes."
Burt arrived, and quickly Carole and Finn told him everything that they knew about the accident. "Where is he now?" Burt asked.
"He was in a hospital room, but he wasn't awake, and the doctors were about to take some more tests by the time I got there." Burt gave a solemn nod, and slumped into a chair.
About a half an hour later Finn wanted to take his mind off of things, so he pulled out his phone, prepared to play a game, but there was a flashing signal on the screen 25 Missed Calls. Shit. I completely forgot about the glee club... and Blaine. Each member of New Directions had called him at least once, along with Mr. Shue and Blaine. He decided he would call Blaine first, he was Kurt's boyfriend after all.
"Finn! I'm so glad you called! Kurt wouldn't answer his phone, and I was beginning to get worried. Where is he?"
"He's at Lima Memorial, Blaine. He was in a car accident."
There was silence on the other end, then a quick, "I'll be there in an hour."
Finn decided that he couldn't handle hearing the grief in the person on the other end's voice, so he told the rest of New Directions via text, then turned off his phone, and shoved it back into his pocket, purposely not telling them what hospital he was at.
Dr. Wells came into the waiting room a few hours later, leading them down the hall to a hospital room. He opened the door to reveal a sleeping teen.
You never would've even known it was Kurt. He looked so different. He was hooked up to at least five machines, and had a tube going down his throat, along with having his leg, arm, nose, and head bandaged up. Oh, and the bruises. His once milky, perfect skin was now a mixture of black and blue and an ugly green montage of bruises.
Dr. Wells explained that Kurt was in two immediate surgeries for the skull fracture, and his lung, and he also explained that Kurt wouldn't wake up for a while due to all of the amnesia, but that they were welcome to stay the night.
Burt and Carole decided that if Finn wasn't ready too, he didn't have to go to school. "Yeah," he responded when they told him this, "I don't really think that I could handle going back to glee and stuff.
Although Finn could miss school, Burt had to go to the shop, and Carole had to return to the office, but Finn decided he would stay with Kurt.
About halfway through the day, Dr. Wells came in to check on Kurt, and Finn stood behind him, wanting to see everything that was wrong with Kurt.
First, he checked all of the machines, and then, he removed the blankets, and checked Kurt's torso. Finn could see a scar of stitches over 9 inches, From the lung surgery, he thought to himself. Then another thought crossed his mind, If he got a scar like this from surgery, what kind of scar does he have on his head? As if Dr. Wells heard him, the next thing he did was remove the bandages from Kurt's head.
On the right side of his head, stretching from above his ear, a line of stitched were going up, about 10 inches. Once Dr. Wells replaced all of the bandages, he called in another doctor, not saying anything to Finn, as if Finn weren't there.
They talked quietly, and Finn couldn't hear what they were saying, but if the look on their faces were any sign, he didn't want to know.
They reviewed over him again, and then approached Finn. "Son, do you know where your parents are at?"
Finn, feeling slightly annoyed at the way they were speaking to him as if he were five, answered with a hint of bitterness in his voice, "They're both at work, why?"
Obviously not wanting to tell him why he was so concerned, he asked, "Do you think that you could give me one of their numbers?"
He instinctively told Dr. Wells his mother's number, and tried to listen as Dr. Wells dialed the digits. "Hello, Mrs. Hudson?"
"Yes, and this is?"
"Hello, this is Dr. Wells. Kurt Hummel is having some...difficulties."
"With what?" she asked, obviously extremely worried.
"He should've woken up from the surgeries almost six hours ago, and he didn't respond well to the surgery."
"What does that mean? Is he dead?"
"No, Kurt is in a coma. It's very mild, and from what I've seen before, he should be out of it in a matter of weeks, or possibly days."
"Thank you for the call, Dr. Wells."
"No problem. Have a good day, Mrs. Hudson."
Finn heard everything that the doctor and his mom were saying, but Dr. Wells still explained it all to him, and called Burt to tell him the sad news.
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