"Name is Blaine Anderson, age 17. Found on the scene unresponsive. Massive blow to the head and ribcage. He seizured up twice on the ride here..." The EMT's rushed Blaine into the emergancy room. There had been so much blood, watching him seizure had almost been as bad as watching him get hit. While they rushed down the halls of the hospital, Kurt had been left behind in the ambulance.

There was blood, everywhere. His hands, his tux, his Prom sash, his lips. Kurt's eyes were bright red from crying, but he didn't know if he could anymore. His whole body was numb, but the memories were crystal clear. All of it had happened. Their perfect dance, the school, cheering for him and then Blaine saved him. This wasn't how the night was suppose to end.

He told Blaine he loved him. He thought for just a moment, he'd hear it back. They would kiss, go to Burger King anyways for celebration shakes and then Blaine would spend the night, because his father said it was okay. Brunch the next morning while they told their parents about their amazing night-

This wasn't how he'd pictured it at all...

Kurt inhaled sharply and looked up from his lap, licking some of the blood from his lips. Courage. He had to be strong for Blaine because he knew, he was going to be all right. He had to be all right.

"Mr. Hummel, can we have a word." The police were standing outside the open ambulance doors.

"Can this wait?" Kurt's eyes returned to his hands and clothes, wishing he could just make it all disappear.

"I'm sorry son, it can't. Not if you want these people to be caught for what they did-"

"What? So you can arrest them and then their Mommy's and Daddy's bail them out? So they can go to court and get a slap on the wrist because they were just messing around? No one cares about hate crimes! Especially when the victum lives. That's what matters, isn't it? If he lives of dies. At least if they did him in they could be charged with murder. Tell me, what's the worst they'd get? Licking toilets clean for 60 days?" Kurt stood up, jumping down out of the ambulance. "If this hick little town, maybe 30. I know every single one of them," Kurt said holding his hand out for a piece of paper.

The officer, gave him his pad and Kurt wrote down all their names, passing it back to them. "You want my statement. It was my prom night. It was the best night of my life and peoples prejudice ruined it. All I did was kiss my boyfriend and try to just have a normal relationship. And then these bastards come in trying to hurt me and he stepped in the way and took all of it for me. MY BOYFRIEND just got beat up for protecting the person he... he loves." At least Kurt could only hope and assume he did. "You want my statement? It was my night and now I'm going to sit in a waiting room and hope to God he pulls through."

"Kurt..." Mercedes appeared around the door of the ambulance, obviously worried for her best friend. She'd seen Blaine before the brought him in, but she couldn't get around the crowd to him.

"Am I done?" Kurt asked, rather short with the cops. The nodded, telling him they might need more information later, but Kurt walked away towards the hopistal doors.

"Kurt, stop," Mercedes said, taking his arm and pulled him into a girls room. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry." She locked the door behind them, grabbing a few paper towels and wet them, taking his hands to wash them off. "We need to get you cleaned up-"

"I'm fine, Mercedes," Kurt said, pulling his hands away. He pulled the sash off and stuffed it into the trash, walking over to the sink to scrub his hands raw. The blood wasn't coming off that easily and the aggrevation of it started to show in his face. "You'd think a hospital would have stronger soap to get all of this off," he cursed, slamming the water off. He took the papertowels from his friend, drying his hands off as best he could, before he looked up at her. She looked like she wanted to hug him but he held his hand up.

"Don't. I don't- This is my fault-"

"No it's not, Kurt."

"I asked Blaine to Prom. I was the one that pushed for it, because I thought, 'why should I care what everyone else thinks?' Did I forget I wasn't at Dalton anymore? Just because Karofsky changed his tune and apologized? I brought Blaine into this hostel environment and look what happened?" Tears started to well up in Kurt's eyes again. "It was suppose to be me. Why did he get in the way? WHY?" Kurt leaned against the wall, silent for several minutes. All Mercedes could do was stand there and watch as her best friend struggled with his emotions.

"Kurt, hear me out. Blaine cares about you a whole lot and if that had been you, I'd be talking him down right now. You didn't make the kids at our school ignorant. They chose to be that way and for a few minutes tonight, no one cared if you were gay. All they saw, was their Prom King having his dance, getting his moment. This is not your fault, because the people that did this are scared and sick and you're only one person. You can't be responsible for their amount of stupid." She closed the gap, tilting his chin up to look at her.

"You're the strongest person I know, Kurt. You've had a lot of crap thrown at you and you've come out smelling Downey fresh. Now it's time to be there for Blaine and rub off on him a little. We're all behind you."

Kurt stared at Mercedes as she spoke before he finally hugged her, kissing the side of her head. He nodded, stepping back to make sure he didn't get blood on her dress. "It's fine. Let's get the blood off your face, before people think you really are a vampire." She wet another paper towel, cleaning his face up a little better then he had. "You ready to go out there?" It took a moment to get a response, but Kurt nodded, taking her hand.

The two of them stepped out of the bathroom walking down the bright hallway. The ER waiting room was just down at the end. The whole Glee Club was there, getting up when Kurt walked in the room, but he shook his head. He didn't want them to say anything, ask any questions and they seemed to get the hint. Slowly, he took a seat in one of the chairs, all of the girls gathering around him to hold his hands and comfort him, while the boys all paced the waiting room.

It felt like hours that they were alone in there, unmoving, not a word spoken to anyone else. The door to the room opened and everyone but Kurt looked to see who had come in.

A woman none of them recognized walked in, frantic. It was only when Kurt looked up that she spoke. "Oh my God, Kurt," she breathed. Kurt got up out of the chair and walked over to the woman, helping her to sit down.

"Mrs. Anderson, I'm so sorry," Kurt said, holding Blaine's mother's hand tightly.

"No, no no, Kurt this isn't your fault. Are you okay? Did they hurt you-"

"No, Blaine stopped them. He got in the way when they tried to." He'd wished more then anything that none of this had happened. "Did... did they tell you anything? They won't tell me-"

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry," she said coming back around. The poor woman was out of it with worry. It didn't seem fair of him to ask her anything right now. "They said he had another seizure when they got him in the ER, but he's stable now. The relieved the pressure on his brain, but there is swelling. He won't wake up till that relieves itself and they won't know what extent the damage is, until he wakes up. Memory loss, disabilities..." Mrs. Anderson sobbed, covering her mouth.

Kurt felt like his chest was going to explode. What if he didn't remember anyone or anything? If he couldn't sing or do anything ever again? They wouldn't have a clue how bad it was until he opened his eyes. There was a chance, he wouldn't even know his name. Trying not to think so selfishly, Kurt snapped his attention back to comforting Blaine's mom.

"Where is Mr. Anderson?"

"Business trip. I called him and he's on the next flight out. Where are your parents?"

"I called Mom and Burt after it happened. They'd gone to dinner out of town. Sure they'll be here any minute." Finn spoke up, since he knew Kurt probably didn't have the answer to that question.

It was then a nurse walked in. "Mrs. Anderson, you can go in and see him now."

Her hand was still tight around Kurt's as she stood up, looking down at Kurt. "Come on," she said to him. Kurt was surprised she was letting him come. He could tell the nurse didn't seem to be a fan of some random person going in to see her patient. "This is my son's boyfriend and he has my permission to see him," she said. The nurse said nothing else, moving aside so they could follow her out of the room.

The walk to Blaine's room was anxiety inducing. It reminded him of when his father was here. If the people in his life would stop getting hurt or sick, he felt like he would have a few more years on his own. So many sick people around them, but Kurt's focus was on the door they were heading in now.

The lights were low in the room, IV and transfusions everywhere. And there was Blaine in the middle of it. The blood had been cleaned off him and his tux was long gone. His face was swollen, the eye on the side he was hit was black now. His once neatly slicked back hair, was a mess of curls. Kurt never knew his hair was curly. His mother moved to his side, touching the back of his hand, while Kurt stayed back in the doorway, just watching.

He wanted Blaine to open his eyes, roll his head in his direction and smile. Joke about the headache he had and that his school was filled with jerks. Kurt would rush to him and kiss him, apologizing, but Blaine would tell him not to worry, no blame was placed at all. He'd tell him he loved him and Blaine would tell him, he loved him too.

But none of that happened.

The only sound in the room, was of the monitors, keeping track of his beating heart. His heart was beating. Blaine was alive.

"Kurt, you can come in," came his mother's voice. Slowly, Kurt made his way inside, standing on the other side of Blaine's bed. His hand moved to stroke Blaine's arm, staring into the face he loved so much. Guilt was thick, but he didn't say a word. There was nothing to say right now.

Cautiously, Kurt leaned in, kissing Blaine's head, taking in the smell of him, but it was tainted by the scents of the hospital. Still, it calmed him some. "You are the bravest person I know, Blaine Anderson," he said so softly, he was sure Blaine's mother hadn't heard. "You have to pull through, because I need you. Because I'm so lost without your confidence and your smile. You always know just what to say when I need it and I really wish you were here right now." Kurt squeezed Blaine's arm, stepping away from him.

"Dear, your parents are here to take you home." The nurse waited in the doorway for him. Kurt looked up at Blaine's mom as she walked around the bed, giving him a tight hug.

"Your number is in Blaine's phone? I'll text you if anything changes and I'll make sure you can come in to see him without any problems." She let him go and he took one look back at Blaine before leaving the room.

He didn't wait for the nurse to show him back. He kept his head high, speed walking down the halls, until he turned the corner to the waiting room area. There was his father and Carol. Burt looked beside himself, pacing back and forth while Carol and Finn tried to talk him down. Wehn Burt saw his son, he stopped and bolted right for him.

Kurt didn't think he had it in him to cry anymore that night, but he was wrong. Burt caught him before he crumbled to the floor, consumed by tears and sobbing. "Shhh, Kurt, it's okay. It's going to be okay. I've got you." Kurt clung to his father like a child, not caring what the rest of the Glee Club thought, or anyone in the hospital watching the scene play out.

The next thing he knew he was on his feet, being brought out to the car to go home. He sat with his face burried in his knees the whole ride back to the house. Once they arrived, Burt brought him in, right up to his room, Carol and Finn giving him his space. He helped his son out of the bloody tux, leading him to the bathroom so he could clean up the rest of the blood from his skin.

Kurt emerged from the bathroom like a zombie. He looked lost as to what he should do next. Burt put his arm around him and lead him back to his room, tucking him right into bed. Burt sat on the edge of the bed, his hand stroking Kurt's hair, not saying a word. He knew his kid; saying anything right now, wouldn't make it better. He just wanted his son to know he was there, that he could lean on him. He was also praying quietly to God his thanks that it wasn't his son in that hospital bed.

"Get some sleep Kurt. You can go back tomorrow if you want, okay?" Burt leaned down and kissed his son goodnight, turning the light off as he left the room.

Kurt just laid there, his mind racing. He was exhausted, but so much had happened, he didn't know how he was going to sleep tonight. Rolling over, he ran into a stray pillow that he knew didn't belong to him.

It was Blaine's.

At first Kurt didn't know what to do, but then he smelled Blaine's sweet, comforting scent on it. Kurt pulled the pillow into his arms and breathed it in. He was suppose to have his arms wrapped around his boyfriend, but for tonight, this would do. Closing his eyes, Kurt made an attempt at getting some rest.

To Be Continued...