I still don't own Glee, which is probably a good thing or Kurt would be hurt all the time. I love the angst.

Burt sat hunched over in the hard, lime colored plastic chair he had claimed after having his right elbow set. That had been three hours ago. He had a fractured right elbow, whiplash, and bruising to the chest. Kurt, on the other hand, had been rushed into emergency surgery.

Emergency surgery. As much as Burt hated those words, when the EMTs had pulled his son's cold, limp body from the wreckage and announced he needed to be rushed into emergency surgery, Burt had never been so relieved. Emergency surgery meant his son was still alive. He was still a father.

It seemed like it had taken an eternity for them to get Kurt out of the car. Kurt had slammed the driver's side into a large tree, so the Navigator had to be pulled away from it for the EMTs to safely extricate Kurt's mangled form.

The damage to Kurt's prized vehicle was astronomical. Burt looked on from the ambulance where he was waiting for his son to be pulled from the wreckage. It looked as if the entire driver's side had imploded. The headlight was smashed into oblivion, the hood had crumpled into the driver's seat, there was a distinctive tree-shaped dent in the crushed driver's side door, and the side view mirror was nowhere to be found.

It had taken awhile to pry the door off the car, but once Kurt was out, the EMTs had taken no time at all in getting Kurt onto a stretcher and loaded into the ambulance. Burt had watched as an IV of blood was hooked up to his son's arm and a large tube was shoved down his son's throat. Kurt remained unconscious for all of the proceedings.

Now that they were finally on their way to the hospital, Burt tried to reassure himself that everything was going to be okay, but looking down at Kurt's mangled body from within the small confines of the ambulance as it sped towards its destination, it was difficult not to fear the worst. Kurt's left arm lay across his chest at an unnatural angle and his legs were covered in blood. Burt tried to talk to the people who were trying to help his son, but he found his mouth was too dry to do anything but stare at his motionless son. He was afraid to even touch Kurt at all. He had never felt so helpless in his life.

Burt took a deep breath, pulling off his cap to run his hand over his head like he often did when he was upset. Carole squeezed his leg, giving him a small smile. She had met him at the hospital shortly after arriving there himself.

"Burt! Oh, Burt! Are you okay? What happened? Where's Kurt?" Carole had called frantically, rushing over to where her husband sat staring at the gray speckled floor.

"I broke my arm. Kurt's in surgery," Burt stated, his voice void of emotion. Carole sucked in a breath and sank down into the seat next to his.

"What happened, Burt?" Carole asked in a hushed voice. The waiting room was empty except for a nervous looking young man sitting in the far corner of the room.

Once Burt started talking, he couldn't stop. It was as if the memory of the wreck was a poison his body had to expel. Burt explained the car accident to his wife. About how Kurt's side of the car had taken all of the damage. About how he had broken his when they hit the tree. About how Kurt was covered in blood. About how Kurt was more concerned about his father's heart than his own numerous injuries. About how Kurt had started coughing up blood and crying in pain. About how Kurt had fallen asleep. And about how Burt couldn't wake him up.

"Do you want to call his boyfriend?" Carole had gently asked, taking his large hand in hers. "I'm sure he would want to know."

The iPhone was still clutched in Burt's hand. He hadn't let it go since he called 9-1-1. It was the one piece of Kurt he could hold onto. He wasn't going to let anything happen to it. Burt shook his head. "No, not yet. It's late. Once we know something, I'll call him. I'll at least leave him a message."

That was three hours ago. Despite the late hour, neither could sleep. Carole took to counting the ceiling tiles while Burt just stared out a window into the night.

Finally, an exhausted looking doctor stepped into the waiting room. "Kurt Hummel?" The couple stood, expecting the worst.

"I'm Dr. Motte. I was the chief surgeon for your son."

"How is he?" Burt asked anxiously, green eyes wide.

"Before I say anything, let me just say that the EMTs told me about the wreck. This isn't something people usually walk away from. You and your son were very lucky." Burt shot him a disbelieving look. "That being said, Kurt had quite a few serious injuries. He had a punctured lung; that's why he was coughing up blood. We were able to patch it up without any problems. He is going to be on a breathing machine for a while though while his lung gets stronger. He had also bitten through his lip so he has about 10 or 12 stitches there. Kurt broke 3 of his ribs, but we reset them. They are going to cause him some pain, though. His left hip was pretty much shattered and he has a broken elbow and a dislocated shoulder, but we were able to get it back in place. Kurt's left leg got hit pretty bad. He had a compound fracture but we pinned it back. His other leg is broken as well, so he's going to be in a wheelchair for a while. Kurt also suffered a serious concussion. He may have headaches and seizures for a while, but they should go away on their own after a few weeks. He has some severe bruising on his chest and minor cuts and bruises most everywhere else All in all, Kurt is a very lucky young man. I've never seen such a fighter. "

"Is he going to be okay?" Carole asked in a hushed voice.

"With some physical therapy and plenty of time, Kurt should make a full recovery," Dr. Motte said. "He can do his therapy here at St. Mary's when the time comes."

Burt released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. His baby was alive. He was going to be okay. "Can we see him?"

"Yeah, he's in room 1044. He's not awake yet, but the anesthesia should wear off in about an hour or so. Try not to overwhelm him when he wakes up. He's probably going to have some confusion and he needs to keep his heart rate down. Soft voices, dim lights, that kind of thing."

"Thank you so much, Dr. Motte," Carole said, shaking his hand. "We can't thank you enough. I'll call Blaine, Burt, if you want to go see him," Carole said, turning to her husband and reaching out her hand for Kurt's iPhone.

Burt reluctantly handed over the now warm phone. "Be careful with it," he said. Carole smiled at him and nodded, then turned away to make the call. Burt hurried down the long hall toward his son.

Author's Note:

Oh my gosh you guys! I couldn't stop writing this story! Thank you so much for the favorites and follows and reviews. Especially gleefreak102 and CrissColferCrowe. I loved reading your reviews and they inspired me to crank out this chapter in one sitting.

So, yay! Kurt's not dead! And hopefully there will be some Klaine in the next chapter. I'm not sure when I'll be able to put it up, but don't worry, it's coming I promise!

TRP