An Okay Guy

Chapter Two

Four days of lying to Kurt dragged by slowly.

Very slowly.

Around the third day Kurt had shut down, refusing to even look at Finn, let alone talk to him.

It was killing him.

Finn had told Burt and his mother the bare minimum of the story, insisting that they kept it from Kurt, and it was only after a long argument that they agreed, none to happy with the decision.

But that was what Blaine wanted, and although Finn was positive that wasn't what the Dalton kid needed, he wasn't about to do anything to screw the kid up more. Even if his stepbrother did hate him for it.

Four days before Christmas he was on his way to Puck's house when his phone chimed. At the next red light he reached over, relief hitting him like a brick when he saw it was an unknown number.

[(458)867-5309: Bring Kurt]

Finn didn't need anything else, pulling an illegal U-turn he floored his truck back to his house, leaving the car running in the driveway as he ran into the house and pounded up to Kurt's room.

Kurt was lying in his bed, wallowing in sullen depression, wearing one of Finn's sweatshirts that swallowed him and a pair of sweatpants. He barely even glanced up at Finn before growling and throwing a pillow at him.

"Get up," Finn ordered, continuing even after Kurt buried himself further in his mound of pillows, "I'm taking you to Blaine."

Kurt's head popped up from under the mound, staring unsure at Finn.

"Really?" He whispered and Finn nodded. Kurt was up in a second, rummaging around his room and mumbling to himself as he threw on a pair of jeans and a designer jacket with boots, combing his hair with his fingers as he went. Kurt was ready, although a bit frazzled, in less than four minutes leaving Finn in a somewhat state of shock.

"Let's go!" Kurt exclaimed, depression long gone, grabbing Finn's wrist to drag the football player down the stairs and into Finn's truck, that Finn sat in, still in a daze before backing out of the driveway.

"Where is he? He lives in New York you know? I wonder why he's here? Did he say? How do you know where he is? I hope he-"

"Kurt," Finn said quietly, interrupting his brother's rambling that had been steady for the first five minutes of the trip. "You can't freak out, okay man?"

Kurt stopped talking and turned to Finn, puzzled. "What do you mean Finn, why would I-"

"Blaine is in the hospital, alright," Finn said slowly, his eyes trained on the road so he wouldn't have to see Kurt's reaction. "When I found him, he was pretty sick, alright man? He didn't want me to tell you at first, but he wants to see you. Okay?"

Kurt stared at his brother in deafening silence for what Finn felt like was hours, before he opened his mouth.

"Why didn't he want me to know?" He whispered hurt and Finn clutched the steering wheel tighter.

"I don't know man," He said; as he shook his head slowly, "You can ask him yourself."

The two and a half hour drive to Columbus was silent after that, halfway through the trip Kurt had turned off the radio with a glare turns Finn and Finn had let it go. He knew better than to mess with Kurt right now.

He just hoped Kurt let Blaine off easier.

Finn parked in visitors spot and led Kurt into the lobby that was festively decorated for Christmas. Kurt didn't say much, his eyes dark as he followed Finn, a 'man on a mission' look masking any worry or hurt that Finn knew he was feeling.

The pediatric hall was crowded, a Santa was wandering around with a bag full of gifts, kids were running around with candy canes and nurses and parents alike were trying to round them back up into beds.

"Why is he with the kids?" Kurt whispered and Finn shrugged, slightly amused.

"Under eighteen bro, come on, have you never been to the hospital?"

Kurt shook his head, eyes wide as he stared at the sick children that seemed to surround him.

"Not for myself," He whispered and Finn shrugged, ruffling Kurt's hair, hoping to lessen the bit of resentment Kurt was holding against Blaine before the two saw each other.

"One time, about five months ago, I was here for a broken arm. It rocks dude, they give you as many popsicles as you want, and there's cartoons," Finn exclaimed, with a bit more excitement than he actually felt towards the hospital. But he was desperate here, anything to get Kurt to smile.

It worked, and Kurt smirked sarcastically, looking up at Finn, "You're six."

"Hey!" Finn exclaimed, holding his hands up in defense, "I'm at least eight."

Kurt rolled his eyes, falling back into silence as they approached the receptionist's desk where a woman in bright, Christmas themed, scrubs sat.

Finn stopped at the receptionist's desk, smiling while he waited for her to finish up a phone call.

"Hello, we're looking for our friend Blaine," He said politely and the nursed nodded, turning to her computer.

"Last name?" She asked and Finn looked to his stepbrother awkwardly, still unsure.

"Anderson, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said slowly, his voice void of emotion. The nurse's eyes lit up immediately, not even bothering with her computer.

"Room 458," she said, pointing off in the direction and Finn nodded his thanks, only slightly puzzle as to why that was such common knowledge. He and Kurt paused outside Blaine's room, Finn staring at his brother.

"Listen, Kurt, Blaine's been through a lot. So take it easy, alright?" He pleaded awkwardly but Kurt just stared, rolling his eyes before he pushed up the door, stopping in his tracks.

Finn followed up behind, placing a hand on Kurt's shoulder to steady him as he stumbled back.

Blaine looked even worst than he had the night of the incident. Somewhere along the course of four days a breathing tube had been added to the collection of equipment that surrounded him. He was paler than before, his black mess of a hair sticking to his forehead as he tossed around in sleep.

Kurt brought a hand to his mouth as he slowly walked up to Blaine's bed, running a hand through his friend's mess of hair. The touch stirred Blaine and he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, looking drowsy as he stared up at Kurt.

"Kurt?" he whispered and Kurt nodded through teary eyes as he continued to run his hand through Blaine's hair. Finn shifted awkwardly, suddenly feeling out of place.

Any anger that Kurt had been holding had disappeared at the sight of Blaine and he sat down in the chair next to Blaine's bed, grabbing the boy's pale cold hand. Blaine continued to stare at him, at a loss for words.

"Are your parents here, man?" Finn asked through the silence and Blaine closed his eyes and coughed, calming only after Kurt rested his hand on Blaine' burning forehead.

"No, they're in New York," Blaine croaked out, eyes still shut and Kurt's head whipped around as he stared at Finn.

They left him?

"For how long?" Kurt whispered, brushing Blaine's hair back off his burning forehead and Blaine shrugged.

A nurse came in and Kurt and Finn stared at her, while Blaine kept his eyes closed. She smiled at Finn and Kurt before turning to Blaine and placing at thermometer in his ear.

"How are we feeling today, Blaine?" She asked and Blaine rolled his eyes, a rudeness Kurt had never seen on Blaine, as he turned his head to stare out the window.

The nurse didn't seem to mind as she read the thermometer and marked it on the chart. "Your fever rose a bit, have you been out of bed?" she questioned and Blaine shook his head, eyes still focused outside at the snow. The nurse glanced at him in disbelief before sighing, turning to her cart and grabbing an oral syringe full of a liquid painkiller. Blaine eyed it curiously, turning to the nurse, with eyebrows raised.

"Liquid? I'm not five," He grumbled and the nurse sighed, crossing her arms

"After last nights incident, Dr. Morrow thought this might be a safer option," she said exasperated, bringing the syringe up to Blaine's mouth. He clenched his mouth tight, a blush creeping up onto his face as he felt Kurt stare at him. Kurt leaned forward, and whispered something that Finn couldn't make out. With a groan Blaine let the syringle slip through his lips, gagging as the nurse pressed the plunger, sending the liquid down his throat.

Kurt smiled gently, grabbing a plastic cup filled with water and holding it to Blaine's lips while the nurse turned back around to her cart. Blaine rolled his eyes, reaching to hold the cup himself but Kurt swatted his hands away, only taking away the cup after Blaine had swallowed the contents.

Blaine watched the nurse intently as she grabbed a syringe off the cart and plunged it into the IV that was tangled around Blaine's bed.

"I don't want that," Blaine whined, his voice weak.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, slightly admonishing the boy as he grabbed his hand to keep him still.

"Doctors order Blaine. You didn't get much sleep last night, and if you're not going to do it by yourself, then we're going to help you," The nurse explained, disposing of the needle and bending over Blaine, situating the tube under his nose until it was a bit closer.

The nurse watched as Blaine's eyes began to droop, each time he pulled them open again, fighting a losing battle. "Don't fight it sweetie," she said, pulling up the blanket over Blaine and smiling warmly at Kurt before returning to her cart.

"Whatever," Blaine whispered as he watched the nurse disappear. Kurt stared at Blaine for a long while before he returned to running his hand through Blaine's sweaty hair.

Finn and Kurt watched Blaine fight sleep for a few minutes before Finn spoke up again, voice booming compared to Blaine's and Kurt's.

"What happened last night?" He questioned and Blaine opened his eyes and stared at Finn, the question answered silently through haunted eyes, without letting Kurt know.

Fuck, just another secret for Finn to keep.

"Dude," Finn said, shaking his head slowly and resting his head in his hands, "Why?"

But Blaine didn't answer, turning his head back into Kurt's cool hand, sighing at the small relief it brought. Kurt traced a bruise that had formed around Blaine's eye, one that Finn didn't recognize from three days ago, but none of them said anything as Kurt continued to comfort the boy.

"You should have told me," Kurt whispered so quietly Finn had to strain to hear.

"I wish you didn't know," Blaine whispered, his voice thick and Kurt just sighed as he hummed a soft song under his breath, playing with individual curls of Blaine's hair.

"Well now I do, so we'll just have to deal, won't we," Kurt said softly, frowning at another bruise that appeared when Blaine shifted, causing his sleeve to ride up. Blaine calmly pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt back down, making no reference towards the mark.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably, tossing the blankets off to feel a bit more relief from the fever, groaning as Kurt reached down and pulled them back up, scolding Blaine. "Sorry Blaine, those are there for a reason," he whispered and Blaine sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You a nurse?" Blaine mumbled and Kurt smiled softly down at the boy.

"My mom was," he whispered and Finn's head shot up, eyes wide. He'd never heard Kurt say that much about his mother before. Blaine opened his eyes briefly, and lifted the edges of his mouth up in an attempted smile.

"Are your parents coming back," Kurt asked and Blaine sighed, reaching up and grabbing Kurt's hand that was in his hair and bring it down so he was holding it next to him.

"Probably not, not until summer. I don't even know where my mom is," Blaine whispered before yawning and sliding down farther in bed.

"Do Wes and David know?" Kurt whispered and Blaine shook his head, before he slipped into a drug-induced sleep.

Kurt continued to clutch Blaine's hand, tears streaming down his face as he looked at his crumbled support figure. He was so pale, so sick, so weak. So un-Blaine.

Finn watched Kurt cry for a few minutes before standing up and awkwardly placing a hand on his brother's shoulder. Kurt stood up, untangling his hand from Blaine's and placing the boy's hand back under the heated blankets. Finn wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulder as he led him out of Blaine's room and back into the hallway.

Kurt was silent, staring off into space for the first leg of their trip back to Lima. It freaked Finn out, and he was on the urge of throwing his soda at him to get him to snap out of it when Kurt suddenly turned to Finn.

"He's going to be alone for Christmas," Kurt said, and Finn looked into the lost eyes of his brother and sighed.

Shit.

"No he's not," Finn said, turning his eyes back on the road. Kurt looked at Finn puzzled but didn't say anything else for the rest of the trip, disappearing up the stairs the minute the two arrived back home.

Finn found Burt at the kitchen table, his mom fussing around making dinner, and both looked up when he cleared his throat.

"Can we talk?" He asked and Burt nodded, motioning for Finn to join him at the table. His mom put down the bowl she was mixing in and sat down next to Burt, grabbing hold of his hand as she stared at her son.

"It's about Kurt's friend Blaine."

Burt leaned forward, "The one from the other night?"

Finn nodded slowly, before he stared down at his hands folded on the table, and started talking.

An hour conversation later Finn headed back upstairs, to his room, with a grin on his face.

He stopped outside Kurt's room listening to the younger boy talk on the phone to Mercedes, wincing as he heard him relaying Blaine's situation over to her.

So much for that secret.

Secrets.

Finn entered his room, his mind stuck on the other secret Blaine had given, intentionally or non intentionally today. Finn liked the kid, he did, he liked that he helped Kurt.

But if Blaine was going to make attempts on his life, he didn't want Kurt involved.

He didn't want Kurt to deal with that.

But he didn't want Blaine to deal without Kurt.

God, nobody had prepared Finn for this. He threw a pillow over his face and groaned, pulling out his phone when it buzzed, glancing at the text before smiling just a bit.

[Kurt-Thanks Finn.]

Finn removed the pillow and sat back up in bed.

"You're welcome," He yelled knowing his voice would travel to the room next door.

Finn laid back down in bed, a soft grin on his face as he thought things through. All together, maybe this brother things wasn't all that hard.

For now.

AN: "I get these pains in my chest and I know it's because of her, that bitch!" I don't know why I quoted that...Love reviews.