Authors Note: Just so you all know, this fic is au after season 2 episode 20 (Prom Queen). It's set roughly at the beginning of the following year, the third year of New Directions. All of the New Directions members that were in the club at the end of Prom Queen, are still in the club in this fic.

I hope you enjoy.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The receptionist was glaring at him.

Not wanting to get kicked out of the waiting room for the same reason he had been kicked out of the hospital room Finn forced himself to stop. He put down the clicky pen on the table beside him, watched it roll down the mountain of ancient magazines. His leg, no longer allowed to tap his foot, twitched slightly from the nervous feeling that was running through his body like little bolts of electricity.

Finn had been on his way home from Rachel's house when he had seen the lights.

They lived in a relatively quiet neighborhood, so naturally the sight of five police cars, three ambulances, and two fire trucks pulled up on the grass of the baseball field had brought out the curiosity in him.

He was later thankful that it had interested him enough for him to want to find out more.

He had parked his car, and strolled over to the already gathered crowd that was pressed against the barriers the police had set up. He could see that there was a certain amount of fascination in their eyes.

He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, what he saw though, certainly wasn't it.

Off to one side, surrounded by armed police, sat a group of confused looking construction workers. Some had a bit of blood splattered on their dusty uniforms. They looked like they were having trouble processing what had happened. Finn could smell the alcohol even from where he was standing.

In the middle, by the fire trucks, a few police officers seemed to be interrogating someone, but Finn couldn't get a good look at the guy from where he was standing.

On the other side, near the ambulances he saw a hurried and confusing mass of paramedics. They were loading two people onto stretchers. One looked to be a man in his mid to late twenties. He was wearing the same construction uniform as the other guys. Only his was a lot bloodier. Finn could see why, the man's face looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to it. The other person on a stretcher looked like…

Kurt.

Even through all the blood and swelling. Finn recognized him immediately. Finn couldn't really remember walking through the crowd and over the barriers. In his memory it was like he recognized Kurt, and then suddenly he was there by his side, though Finn was pretty sure he walked or something. He figured if had the ability to teleport he would have figured that out before this event.

"You can't be over here. You need to go back behind the barriers, they're there for a reason." Said the first paramedic to notice him. The woman's tone was not unkind, but clearly stated that she had more important things to be doing than dealing with idiotic bystanders.

"He's my brother." Finn had said. It was weird, but up until that moment, Finn didn't think he had ever referred to Kurt as his brother. His step brother, certainly, but in that moment it had just come out of his mouth that way.

The paramedic's facial expression softened at his words. Kindness, sympathy, and a hint of pity replaced the impatient edge in her voice and face.

"We're going to take him to the hospital. You can come with us in the ambulance." She said speaking slowly, which Finn appreciated because he was having a bit of trouble keeping up with this situation.

His eyes were fixed on Kurt.

He knew Kurt had been roughed up in the past. He himself had at one time, participated in such things. But this, this made dumpsters and slushies look like a friendly handshake.

"You should try to get in contact with your parents as soon as possible" the paramedic said.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Finn had given up on being quiet. The receptionist would just have to deal with it.

He glanced at the clock on the wall. It was after midnight. Between school, football practice, and hanging out at Rachel's, he should have been exhausted by this point. He wasn't though. He was still so full of nervous energy.

The doctors had announced a few hours ago that Kurt would live.

He had several broken ribs, and he had needed a lot of stitches. The worst though, had been the injury he'd gotten to his spine. For a while the doctors had been worried Kurt would be paralyzed. They'd eventually figured out how to fix it.

The doctor had explained it to them, Finn, Burt, and Carol. Had something to do with alignment, but all Finn really caught of that conversation had been that Kurt wasn't going to be paralyzed.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Finn glanced at the clock again, then the door that lead to the hallway off of which Kurt's room was. His mom and Burt were waiting in the room with Kurt, and his mom had said she would come get him as soon as Kurt woke up.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

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Authors Note: I've roughly planned out the fic, and I'm thinking it's going to have twenty eight episodes. However I may combine Tina and Mark's chapters, and maybe Puck and Zizes' chapters also.