Finn had barely any recollection of where he was when we woke up, white walls surrounding him, the strong smell of bleach filling his nostrils. This definitely wasn't home. He felt hard plastic digging into his back and he shifted, his eyes catching a man in a white lab coat, a stethoscope hanging from his neck. Ah, that's right, he was in the hospital. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes once more, the terrible memories flooding back against his will.
The microwave beeped and Finn yawned, stumbling to the kitchen to collect his pop tarts, the front door banging.
"Hey Kurt!" Finn called, his eyes drooping as he grabbed a plate, Kurt not replying, a crash waking Finn up a little. He put the plate down and headed into the hall, Kurt leaning up against the wall, looking worn out. Finn didn't notice anything for a moment, until his eyes focused. Kurt's jacket was torn; his shirt ripped open right down to his bare skin, a large purple bruise beginning to flower in the very spot. His hair was covered in dirt and some sticky red substance because it looked matted. His jeans were torn from the seams, one shoe missing, and a large handprint on his neck. Finn gasped as Kurt moved away from the wall, blood staining the paint, Kurt falling onto his knees. Finn couldn't feel anything as he watched his brother fall to the floor, his head almost hitting the carpet if it wasn't for Finn breaking the fall. He could feel the light body go limp as he picked it up, pale fingers going dead around his neck.
"Kurt… i… Kurt! Wake up!" Finn found his words as Kurt's arms fell limp, just hanging there… Finn making a move towards the door.
"Come on Kurt, wake up!" he continued to cry making his way out into the night. Right now he didn't care if the house was unlocked, if his pop tarts lay abandoned in the microwave, right now his brother, yes his bother; was unconscious in his arms and all he could feel was the small flow of blood moving from Kurt's wounds to his football jersey. He lay Kurt down in the back seat and wrapped his jacket that lay in the boot around his side, trying to stop some of the bleeding. He didn't care how he did it but if he didn't get to the hospital fast, his brother would be dead.
He opened his eyes and the same white walls came back, a warm hand causing him to jump.
"Sweetheart, you need to eat" Carole sighed, her warm eyes red, a cup of steaming chicken soup in her hands.
"Not hungry" Finn mumbled, Carole nodding, leaving the soup on the small table next to her son.
"You're brave" she kissed his forehead before she made her way to where Burt was standing next to the coffee machine.
Finn took a look at the soup and his stomach gave out a growl, his brow furrowing. Now was not the time to eat. He took out his phone with shaking hands and contemplated on opening it for a moment, deciding it was best to, eyes just staring at the screen. He took a breath and found the number he was looking for, calling it straight away.
Burt Hummel would never forget the moment his stepson called him, this voice thick with tears, three words chilling him to his core. Kurt's been hurt. Burt didn't care what happened, he just knew he needed to make sure his son was ok, be there to keep him safe, get him through it. Thank god for Carole. She had gotten up from their table at breadsticks just as quickly as he had, holding back her tears as she calmed down her husband, assuring him their son would be ok.
They had been in the hospital for two hours now and the only news they had was that the café was now open.
It wasn't helping Burt's mood in the slightest.
The small brunette storming through the hospital doors didn't seem to catch the attention of anyone but Finn. She went straight to him, not saying a word, but simply wrapping her arms around him, letting him cry onto her shoulder, her eyes puffy.
"Rachel..." he managed to get out, Rachel stroking his hair.
"Shhh. I know. I'm here" she soothed, holding back her tears her bag slipping from her arm, falling to the floor. No one cared that her phone was ringing, the sounded seeming distant, and everyone's minds on Kurt.
It couldn't have been more than half an hour later that a very angry teenage boy came storming through the door's, pulling by paramedics, all trying to get him to actually come with them.
"I'm fine! I need to find Kurt! Let me go!" Blaine cried, the paramedics holding him next to them.
"We need to get you checked out. You need stitches" one explained and Finn stood up, Rachel with him, Burt and Carole looking at the black haired boy.
"Blaine..." Burt began, Blaine seeing him, stopping instantly.
"Burt… is Kurt..." he choked on his words, his hazel eyes scanning Burt's face, taking in the red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"He's… no…" Blaine collapsed onto the floor, the paramedics stopping him from smacking onto the tiles. Finn moved forward and let Blaine fall into him, noticing a large scratch on his cheek.
"What happened buddy?" Burt asked, his eyes scanning over Blaine. The boy was shaking, his clothes dirty, his jeans slightly torn.
"I…i…I can't" he sobbed and one of the paramedics gave Carole a run down, Burt patting Blaine's shoulder.
"It's ok. Sit down." He sighed, Finn taking the crying boy over to the chairs. There was a silence that followed, Blaine crying silently into Finn, Rachel slowly rubbing circles on his back, just the way Kurt did.
Two hours later a doctor came out, Burt sitting up.
"Mr Hummel?" he asked and Burt nodded, Blaine trailing his tired eyes over to the doctor.
"Your son's out of surgery now, he'll be out of it for a few hours but he'll come around. He might not be prepared to talk yet, this kind of thing can cause terrible trauma." The doctor explained and Blaine sniffed.
"What kind of thing?" he spoke up, the doctor taking a breath, worry flashing through his eyes.
"Kurt was a victim of rape" he said and Burt clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as Carole placed a hand over her mouth, Rachel gasping. Finn didn't move as Blaine took a step forward.
"What?"
"He has severe internal tearing and bruising" the doctor explained and Blaine felt his heart rip.
"He won't talk about it for a while but when he does you should be ready. He might show signs of flashbacks when he reacts to different things so try not to touch him. We have some traces of skin under his nails where he tried to defend himself, so we should get the DNA results back in a day or two." The doctor had a weak smile, his eyes full of sympathy.
Blaine ignored the tears that spilled down his cheeks, his eyes on the man who was telling him his boyfriend would probably never stand to have him close again.
"When can we see him?" he asked, the doctor flicking through his charts.
"Now if you like, but he is a little beat around the edges." He sighed and Blaine nodded, moving back immediately.
"I'll wait with Rachel" he said and Burt frowned.
"You have every right to be with us Blaine" he said this firmly and Blaine shook his head.
"Finn saved him, you're his parents. You are all his family. I can go later" he nodded, Rachel rubbing his arm. Carole smiled warmly and kissed the boys cheek.
"Thank you sweetheart." She gave him a loving look before she took Finn's hand, following Burt and the doctor.
Rachel looked up at the boy next to her. His eyes were brimming with tears, his cheeks flushed. She said nothing. She simply kissed his cheek and let him lean into her. This boy was breaking and right now, he just needed someone to cry on, and that is what she would give him.
Just seeing his baby boy lying motionless in front of him was enough to make Burt clench his jaw, his heart pounding against his chest. His angle child lay there, his perfect pale ski bruised and ripped, his lovely lips swollen and abused. He felt Finn shuffle next to him, tears rolling down the teen's face.
"How… why…" he trailed off, Carole taking his hand.
"Sweetie. Maybe we should go… it's too soon" she suggested, Finn nodding. He couldn't stand there, his brothers blood still on his jersey, his eyes on the boy he had grown to love, beaten. He was like a china doll, so very close to just shattering.
"We'll come back" Burt promised, his hand guiding Finn out of the room, back towards the waiting room. Rachel was playing with Blaine's hair when Finn sat down. Burt just stood, staring absent mind idly at the white walls.
"Blaine… is that… blood?" Rachel asked suddenly, her eyes falling for the first time on his red stained hands. Blaine looked down and saw the crimson liquid on his skin.
"Yes" he swallowed, Rachel pausing.
"How did it get there?" she whispered, everyone looking at Blaine. Burt looked at the teen, his eyes falling on the large deep cut running along his cheek, the doctor's words coming back.
" skin under his nails" he muttered, something deep inside him snapping, Finn standing as he lunged at the curly haired boy, Blaine eyes wide.
" you did this to my boy!"
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