Blaine shrunk back as Burt lunged at him, Finn grabbing the man around the waist, Carole gasping.

"Burt! It wasn't him!" Finn cried, Burt stopping, the look of sheer terror and sadness on Blaine's face chilling him to his core.

"I…i…" he couldn't talk. Of course Blaine hadn't done this to Kurt. He knew that, yet he needed someone to blame for this… his mind was telling him he needed to pummel whoever did it, maybe hoping it would make his boy better. Blaine swallowed and Finn let go of the man, sitting back down, his face buried in his hands.

"I'm sorry" Burt swallowed, Blaine nodding.

"We were at a party, me, Kurt and Mercedes. I lost Kurt in the crowd and there was a fight, someone got a broken nose and I helped them out. Mercedes called and said she had Kurt… didn't worry until the police turned up and shut the place down… Mercedes found me but Kurt wasn't with her. We assumed he'd gone home so she left and… I went to leave and Kurt was there, covered in blood, just lying on the ground, shaking and screaming no… I tried to help him but he lashed out at me and ran away. I tried following him but I tripped and… the ambulance came and took me away before I could find him…" he trailed off, his eyes brimming with a fresh batch of tears.

"Blaine, don't you dare blame yourself" Burt warned but Blaine bowed his head.

"But if I'd kept him with me…"

"You both would have been hurt. This is not your fault at all" Burt patted his shoulder and Carole handed him some coffee.

"Drink up"


Mercedes jones was not a girl who took things lightly. The moment Finn called her she was in her car and on her way. She held back the tears as she drove, Kurt would say they were a waste. The hospital car park was virtually empty so she just parked up anywhere, hurrying through the rain to get to the building to get to her boy. The doors opened and she ran straight to Finn, asking where Kurt was.

"He's still asleep cedes." Finn sighed, the girl in his arms.

"How did… he was with me… he went home... oh…" realization hit her and she began to cry, Blaine not moving.

"I'm so sorry" she sniffed, Blaine standing up.

"What are they doing here?" he asked, everyone following his gaze to where two police officers stood, a male and a female, looking over in their direction.

"Mr Hummel?" the female asked and Burt nodded, the officers walking over.

"I'm Officer Kent and this is Officer Harrison. We've been assigned to your son's case" she held out her hand and Burt shook it, Finn sniffing.

"Does this mean you can find the guy who did this?" he asked and Officer Harrison nodded.

"Hopefully yes" he said, moving his blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Ok. So first we'll have to take down your relationship to Kurt and then we can start asking you a few questions" Kent took out her note pad and pen, looking at Finn.

"Brother" he said clearly, Burt patting him on the shoulder.

"Ok. Mr and Mrs Hummel, parents?" he asked and they nodded, turning to Rachel.

"One of his best friends" she sniffed and Mercedes took her hand.

"His other best friend"

"And you?" Kent asked Blaine who was still standing, looking at them with empty eyes. His lips trembled as he went to speak, his voice failing.

"B…b…boyfriend" he coughed and Kent paused for a moment before writing it down, Harrison looking at Blaine.

"Do you need anything buddy?" he asked and Blaine shook his head.

"Only Kurt" he sniffed and Rachel rubbed his arm, Kent putting away the note pad.

"We have to go and look at the crime scene and talk to the doctors but we will be back so… don't leave town" she sighed before they left, one of the doctors coming out.

"He's awake now" he smiled weakly and Burt looked at Blaine.

"Go" was all he said, Blaine letting the tears roll down his cheek, nodding before he followed the doctor with shaking hands.

"Just try to use small words and don't be too pushy when asking things" the doctor opened the door and Blaine stepped in, immediately feeling cold. The room smelt funny, not like Kurt at all, the walls far too white. Kurt lay there, his hair still covered in blood, his face bruised, skin bloody. Blaine heard the door close behind him and he couldn't move.

That was his Kurt, just lying there, battered and bruised, and there was nothing he could do about it. He looked down and almost didn't realize the glasz eyes on him until he looked back up. They were large and scared, tears brimming to the very lids, spilling down over his pale slashed cheeks. His bruised lips trembled as his eyes made contact with Blaine.

"Blaine…" he mumbled, his eyes closing, fragile shoulders shaking. Blaine didn't know what to do… the doctor had said don't touch him. He looked at Kurt, who was crying, clearly needing someone to comfort him. Blaine took a step forward and reached out his hand, pausing when Kurt sniffed, one battered hand raised to wipe away his tears, his eyes catching Blaine's.

Blaine swallowed and moved forward again, sitting on the bed, Kurt freezing. Blaine placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and shuffled forward until he was beside the boy, his arm around his waist, Kurt still not moving.

"Kurt" Blaine whispered and the boy leant into him, sobbing into his chest, Blaine stroking his hair.

"Shhh… its ok… your safe..." he soothed and Kurt shook gently in his arms.

Blaine had never seen him like this before; he was used to the confident, witty and sarcastic Kurt, the one who held Blaine in his arms when he had a problem, the one who would always know what to do in a bad situation. Now the roles had been reversed and Blaine didn't know what to do. Kurt sniffed and looked up.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this" he muttered, his tone raspy, throat clearly soar.

"What… Kurt doesn't you… your beautiful…" he choked on his words, Kurt still crying.

"I…i…I'm sorry… I…I hit you…" he stopped talking, attempting to push Blaine away, and his arms failing, and slumping back onto Blaine's chest. His eyes scanned Blaine's face, stopping on his cheek.

"Did i…" he trailed off, closing his eyes. He shivered and Blaine held him close, kissing his head.

"Don't worry about me. You were terrified… Kurt… who did this to you?" he asked and Kurt shook his head.

"I can't... I can't remember" he swallowed and Blaine nodded.

"Ok. Baby can you try?" he asked and Kurt shook his head, his body shivering, his skin turning paler than it already was. His eyes began to close and he fell limp, Blaine gasping.

" Kurt…Kurt… wake up!" he cried, Kurt still shaking in Blaine arms, his head cold, sweat dripping down his cheek as he began to tremble from head to toe, Blaine pressing the red button as he moved, Kurt laying down, his hand flying up so fast it almost hit Blaine's cheek.

"NO! GET AWAY!" he screamed, his eyes opening, looking like a silver seal over them, rolling back into his head.

" Get the injection!" a doctor cried, racing into the room, Blaine frozen to the spot.

" BLAINE, HELP ME! Finn! NO… PLEASE!" he screamed, thrashing around, the doctors holding him down as one of them injected a green liquid into his arm, the boys tills creaming, tears streaming down his ghostly face.

" What's… what's happening?" Blaine cried as Kurt arched his back, slumping back onto the bed, his eyes flashing open, darting around in wonder.

" Blaine…" he mumbled, Blaine moving swiftly to his side, stroking his hair.

" He had a flashback, a rather vivid one" the doctor exhaled and Kurt shivered in his boyfriend arms, his voice shaking.

" I…i…I can't remember.." he mumbled, Blaine rocking him back and forth.

" Will these happen often?" he asked and the doctor didn't reply.

" Call us if he needs anything. Kurt… relax. You're safe" he gave a weak smile before he left, the others following. Blaine cursed and kissed Kurt's hair, closing his eyes.

" Blaine…i…I remember you.. We were in the house and… I let go of your hand, you were gone Blaine and I couldn't find you. I texted you.. And I went outside and… I remember someone calling my name and…then i… you.." he trailed off, his eyes wide. No… this couldn't be right… could it?

" What Kurt?" Blaine encouraged and Kurt shoved him away, scrambling to move out of his arms.

" Kurt!" Blaine cried, the boy diving out of the bed, his hand pointed at Blaine.

" It was you." Was all he could say.