Run.
Chapter one - Don't Tell Me Its Over
Mercedes' POV.
Its been six weeks since Kurt had transferred to Dalton, I see him on the weekends still, why am I still so lonely? I sat on the park bench alone, waiting for my boy Kurt, running late us per usual, probably having a wardrobe malfunction.
"CEDES" I turned to see my beautiful little white boy running towards me, red faced and tears in his eyes. I jumped out of my seat and ran towards him. What had happened?
"Kurt, boy, what's wrong?" I asked trying to stay calm.
"Finn, he's in the hospital, it was Karofsky!" he sobbed into my shoulder uncontrollably. I could feel the anger bubbling up in my chest.
Surprising myself the first words that smacked my lips were, "How is Rachel?".
Kurt looked at me like I was an alien, but then shook his head, "She's shaken, but she's the more angry than I've ever seen her in my life. Will you come to the hospital with me?"
"Course I will, Baby," I said stroking my best friends head.
We sprinted to his beautiful Jeep, "Gimme your keys, Kurt," he went to protest but I instantly shot him down. "Kurt, honey you're in too much of a state to drive, let me."
He gave me the keys to his beloved car and I jumped into the front seat. Damn a girl could get used to this, I feel like superwoman. I stabbed the keys into the ignition, and sped off towards Lima Hospital.
Kurt's POV
Oh my god how could this happen? It is all because of me. The evil fucker couldn't get me so he went for the person closest to me. Thank god everyone else was ok.
When we arrived at the hospital, we sprinted straight to the administration desk. The woman perched behind the desk was pretty unperturbed by our franticness, she just simply asked "Who are you here to see?"
"Finn Hudson!" I spat more viciously than I anticipated.
"Are you a relative?" she asked, now looking quite taken aback.
"Yes I'm his brother," I said trying to keep my tone calm and collected, but to no avail.
"I'm sorry but she can't go through, only relatives, I'm sorry,"
"Oh my Dior. Please ma'am, she is here for me, she is my backbone, I wont be able to get through this without her!" I pleaded.
"Its because I'm black isn't it?" spat Mercedes.
The clerk truly looked horrified, as if someone had accused her of murder. "No, my dear, of course not, I just assumed you wasn't a relative," recovered the clerk.
"Please, let her come with me, I won't be able to get through this without my best friend," I begged again.
"Ok, just this once," she said. "He's in room 207."
"Thank you so much," I said sending her as sweet a smile as I could, while Mercedes just glared at her.
"Lame-ass white girl," she muttered as we rapidly counted our way to room 207.
I skidded to a halt outside room two hundred and seven. I saw Carole leaning over a still mass, obviously sobbing, while my dad just stood there, a hard expression on his face, simply stroking his wife's hair.
"Dad?" I said sheepishly.
"Kurt!" said Carole with a start. She jumped from her position and embraced me with a warm hug, a type of hug I usually associated with Mercedes.
"What happened? How is he?" I asked hurriedly as me and Mercedes rushed to Finn's bedside. What I saw horrified me.
His nose was almost flat, he had several cuts on his face and he had bruises emblazoned on his neck, where Karofsky had obviously tried strangling him. Tears burned his eyes, and I made no attempt to keep them from streaming down my face.
"The bastard had a baseball bat. Hence his nose, and the asshole tried strangling him. If it wasn't for Puck he never would have survived," said Carole.
"Wait, Puck?" said Mercedes shocked.
"Yeah," said my dad turning to the brown girl. "he was walking past as it happened. He pulled Karofsky off him, he's in the room next door."
"Puck got hurt too?" I questioned sobbing.
"He's worse off than Finn," said Carole.
"And what about Karofsky?" Mercedes asked now crying freely too. I went and took her hand, trying to comfort myself and her at the same time.
"He bolted. A man drove past them, and scared him off, he rang the ambulance, and saved their lives." my father stated.
"This is all my fault," I said crumbling under the pressure of it all.
"Don't say that Kurt!" shrieked Mercedes, embracing me with one arm.
"IT IS! I left, I ran away from it, it should be me here. That cunt attacked Finn because he couldn't attack me! He is getting those close to me, just to get to me!"
"Kurt don't say that!" said a voice that made us all jump. I turned around and saw Rachel Berry, red and puffy eyed. Me and Mercedes leaped forward and hugged the girl tightly. I could feel her relax in our embrace.
"Rachel I'm so sorry this happened," I proclaimed.
"Can the two of you do me a favour?" she asked quietly.
"Anything, Rachel! We may appear to hate each other, but really we love you! We'll do anything you need, we all need each other in a time like this." said Mercedes touching Rachel's face.
"Could you come find a small room, I need to sing. I need to let off some steam," she requested, choking back fresh tears.
"Let's go," nodded Mercedes, taking both our hands leading us out of the sombre hospital room.