"Finn could you get that?" Burt called slightly irritated. Finn sighed and got up frowning at the constant hammering on the door.

"Man! I'm coming calm down!" Finn grumbled wrenching the front door open. He blinked twice. "Mercedes? What…"

Mercedes shook her head panic and fear was flooded into the dark girl's features.

"Where's Kurt? I need Kurt is he here?"

"He's in his room? Mercedes what's happened?" Mercedes shook her head and darted up the stairs faster than Finn had ever seen her move. Finn following her intrigued.

They burst into Kurt's room. Kurt jumped and looked up from his bed befuddled. He smirked at Mercedes affectionately.

"Oh Mercedes you and your insane entrances."

"Kurt." She whispered. Kurt's face began to fall when he saw her expression.

"What." He said sharply his eyes flickered to Finn. "What's wrong?"
Mercedes swallowed and looked teary eyed from Finn to Kurt again.

"There was a…fire at Dalton baby."

Kurt's heart dropped. It stopped. He struggled to breathe. Finn's eyes widened in obvious concern.

"Blaine." Kurt gasped.

"Blaine got out. He's in hospital now but…"

Kurt shot up off his bed and shot like a bullet toward the door. Mercedes caught his arm.

"Honey wait!" She begged.

"N-no. I need to see Blaine." Kurt struggled.

"Blaine survived. But the fire started in his room and two people went in there to save him. They…they didn't…"

"Who was it?" Kurt cut across shakily. The tears coming to his eyes now. Mercedes closed her eyes.

"It was Wes and David."

Kurt's froze. Finn and Mercedes watched as the already pale boy lost all colour. His mouth opened and closed without a sound falling past his lips. He felt sick, so sick. And all that could cross his mind was Blaine. They were his best friends, the people that had stuck with him when he was at his lowest. The people who he loved and cared about. The people that loved him back. And they were gone within one night. Snap. Gone.

"Kurt… Should we…" Finn began attentively.

"I need to go to Blaine." Kurt whispered the whisper echoed making Kurt seem like a little boy as the tears began to fall. "I need Blaine with me."

"I'll drive you to the hospital man." Finn said firmly.

"I'll follow behind you guys." Mercedes added. Kurt felt the frozen, like his muscles were frozen.

"Kurt." Finn said softly. Kurt just stared ahead trying to think.

"Mercedes?"

"Yeah?"

"How bad is he...? Did he get… burnt or…"

"From what I heard Kurt, its broken bones and minor burns that will heal. I think it's the emotional side you have to worry about."

Kurt shuddered to think what was going through Blaine's mind right now.

"C'mon man." Kurt felt Finn's hand close around his wrist. "We're here with you." He said gently.

"Both of you. You and Blaine." Mercedes agreed briefly covering Finn's hand before leading them both out, Finn having to pull his brother along hoping that he wouldn't pass out.

"We're here to see Blaine Anderson." Mercedes told the motherly looking woman at the desk. She nodded and looked on her computer.

"Your names?"

"Mercedes Jones." Mercedes as ever said her name as if she was being introduced onto stage.

"Finn Hudson." Finn's was quiet, straight. Just like him in many aspects. The woman looked to Kurt whose eyes were burning as he looked into the distance in a trance.

"He's Kurt Hummel." Mercedes said for him knowing her best friend would be incapable of speaking.

The woman's head shot up and her blue eyes roved over Kurt.

"You're Kurt then?" she said with curiosity. Kurt looked at her finally. Then she smiled warmly. "I'm his nurse Emma. He's been asking for you. A lot." Kurt almost smiled. "If you two can wait here? I think Blaine would benefit from just seeing Kurt first."

Finn and Mercedes nodded.

"I'll call Burt and my mom." Finn said reassuringly.

"And I'll call the Glee club and get em behind you. If that's okay? Don't worry about anything but Blaine okay?" Mercedes voice was soothing. Kurt looked blankly at his sassy best friend and his step brother.

"I'll tell you two if he wants to see you." Kurt whispered and followed Emma through the doors.

They walked down the long dull corridors past faceless people. Kurt was silent whilst Emma filled him in.

"Blaine physically is healing very well. In a few weeks his broken leg will be fine. The crack to his skull has been fixed and will soon be fine. His burns are fine almost gone and there maybe a couple of scars but nothing serious. The only thing we are worried about is that he took in a lot of smoke."

"What does that mean?" Kurt croaked.

Emma grimaced. "At the worst? Lung cancer."

Kurt ceased walking. "Do you… Do you think he has?"

"As far as it looks Kurt there's nothing seriously physically wrong with him."

Kurt looked scared at the door Emma had stopped by. "He's in there isn't he?"

"Yes. Listen, Kurt he is very psychologically messed up at the moment. He doesn't sleep or eat much… If you not sure you can handle this I could…"

"No." Kurt cut in sharply making the nurse startled. "He was there for me at a time when I was considering throwing myself in front of a damn car. He made me happy again… stronger. And I love that boy in there more than anything. Ever." Emma smiled softly at him. "And if I can't be there for him like he was for me then I don't deserve to be here. At all."

The honey haired woman gave him and encouraging smile.

"Well then, let's go in."

She turned and opened the door. Kurt stood for a moment collecting himself. He took one last deep breathe and entered the room.

His eyes flew right away to his love. His Blaine. The beautiful boy was lying half awake on the bed. His breathing was scratchy and unsteady. He sucked in a breath in pain every now and again. His head bandaged up and there were several bruises nasty scattered around his face and arms. His leg was in a cast and was elevated. But it was Blaine's expression that sent Kurt into complete concern overload. He looked so… small. So broken. It scared Kurt more than anything to see the strongest man he ever met to look so child like so scared and tortured.

"Blaine." Emma said carefully. "There's someone here to see you."

Blaine swallowed. "Who." He croaked out. Kurt felt his heart break at the tone.

"I believe his name is Kurt."

Blaine's beautiful eyes flicked to the door. "Kurt." He breathed reaching out his shaky hand toward his lover. Kurt moved forward immediately. He did it with more conviction and purpose than anything he had done that day.

He entwined both of their hands tight. As if to say: don't let go.

"Blaine." Kurt whispered caressing the curly haired boy's face gently wiping the tears with his thumb. "Baby its okay now. I'm here. I won't let you go."

Blaine shivered his lip quivering. "I killed them Kurt. It was my fault." He whimpered.

"No." Kurt stated firmly. "Look at me Blaine." Blaine opened his crying eyes and the pain and guilt Kurt saw there almost had him in tears. But he wouldn't. Not in front of Blaine. "This is not your fault. They went in there to save you. It was there own choice and the fact two amazing, selfless people had to die is…" Kurt was momentarily lost for words. "Blaine… I love you. And I will NOT let you do this to yourself. You don't deserve it."

Blaine looked up a Kurt crying helplessly and Kurt lay next to the boy pulling him onto his chest and holding him whilst he sobbed.

"Don't leave me Kurt. Please don't go please."

"Shh. I told you I'm not letting you go."

Blaine whimpered and sobbed. And sobbed. For what seemed like hours. Heartbreakingly until he was fell asleep. Kurt stayed there afterwards stroking the boys head as he slept.

"Emma." Kurt whispered not wanting to wake his lover and the honey haired woman was leaving the room. "Where are his parents?"

Emma frowned like he was missing something. "Kurt… he hasn't got any parents." Kurt stared wide eyed and shocked.

"What are you talking about? Blaine has a Dad. He told mine about him."

Emma looked uncomfortable. "Kurt he's in jail."

Kurt's mouth fell open. "His Mom…?"

"She's dead Kurt."

Kurt froze, stunned and looked down at his beautiful amazing lover.

"But… he must have some family…"

"Kurt, he hasn't. And if you want to know why you'll have to let him tell you. In his own time."

Kurt nodded not taking his eyes off Blaine's pale sleeping face. The counter tenor heard the door shut and he lay in silence watching Blaine's face. How could this happen to him? Why did he not tell Kurt? Where did he go for vacations? Was he forced onto the street? His poor Blaine. Why did life have to be so cruel to such beautiful people? One thing was for sure, Kurt needed to find somewhere Blaine could call home. More specifically, he was going to make his, Blaine's.

Kurt reached for his phone out of his pocket and pressed 2 on his speed dial. His Dad. Number 1 spot being Blaine's. Burt answered on the second ring.

"Kurt? Finn told me about Blaine are you okay? Is he okay? Are you…"

"I'm fine Dad. He's…" Kurt paused. Blaine was nowhere near fine. Not yet. "He's physically fine as far as they know."

"Do they know what started the fire?"

"I don't know Dad. But, I rang you to ask for something."

"…Go on."

"I was wondering if you'd let Blaine come and stay with us?"

There was a pause. "Wouldn't his parents…"

"He has no family Dad. I don't know why. All I know is his Dad is in prison and his Mom is dead. I don't now why for either but the point is Blaine has nowhere to turn but us Dad. He has nowhere to go. And I know him he won't ask for this so I am for him."

"Kurt this is a big responsibility son. Looking after someone who's grieving is…"
"I think we both know enough about grieving Dad." There was a silence that spoke louder than words.

"Of course he can stay with us. Like I said he's part of this family now. We look after each other."

Kurt felt his throat close up and he began to cry.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"I'm here if you need me Kurt. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."
Kurt closed the phone and turned back to Blaine who was staring teary eyed up at him. Kurt stared back lovingly.

"I love you so much." Blaine choked. Kurt smiled more tears falling.

"I love you too. More than anything."

"I-I will tell you about my family. I just-cant yet. I don't think I'll be able to take it Kurt."

"Shh. You tell me when you're ready okay?" Blaine bit his lip and nodded. The counter tenor leaned forward and kissed the tears from the boy's cheeks and pressed their foreheads together. "I'll get you through this."

Emma took that moment to walk back in. She stared awkwardly but smiled all the same. "Uh, Kurt you friends went home. They said to tell Blaine they're sorry and they're here for him when ever he needs them."

Both Blaine and Kurt nodded.

"And Blaine the police are here."

Blaine head snapped up as two middle aged police officers entered the room.

"I can't." He whimpered. "Not- not now please." Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand as if to say: I'm here.

"We can understand that Blaine." One of the men answered in a deep voice. "But we feel you should know something." The man grimaced and looked at his taller colleague. Who spoke grimly.

"We believe that what happened at you're school wasn't an accident."

Kurt felt Blaine go rigid and his grip tighten.

"What do you mean? I don't…"

"We think somebody tried to kill you."

The rain was here and it was smudging their beautiful happy picture.

AN. Reveiw! Next chapter is we'll find out alot about Blaine!