Ok, first of all I'm sorry about how long it takes me to update this, I keep getting writers block over it. Very frustrating. That being said, it's fairly likely this one will continue to take a while to update, but I'll do my best to at least do it a little faster.

I disclaim, as always.

After re-reading this chapter, I can see the beginning might be a little unclear. It's from Finn's POV.

My eyes flicked to the clock, despite the fact I already knew it was 06:00AM. I had been periodically checking the time every five minutes for the last two hours. I sighed, pulling the blankets tighter around me. I felt restless. I wanted my Mom to be okay. I wanted her to put her arms around me and tell me everything would be fine. I wanted Kurt's leg to heal, and for him to be out of the hospital. But currently, most of all I wanted to go back to the night of the fire and save Burt's life. I felt tears prick at my eyes though I'd deny it if Puck came down the stairs and saw. It had been nice, having a Dad … step-dad, I mentally corrected myself. He had been like the father that I never got to have – and he had made my Mom so happy.

'Help your Mom! You too, Kurt! Your Mom needs your help more than I do.'

No, Dad, We want to save you too!

'Are you sure?' I yelled back.

'Of course I'm sure. I'll be fine – I promise.'

I promise.

My two least favourite words ever at that moment.

I promise … I promise never to promise anyone anything ever again. Being on the receiving end of a broken promise was hell, even when it was nobody's fault. Nobody, that is, apart from the arsonist. I swear … If I ever get my hands on that guy there will be hell to pay.

I checked the clock again.

06:15AM

It was Monday, which meant that I was going back to school. Well, for the afternoon at least. I decided that I would visit Kurt and my Mom in hospital this morning and seeing as I wasn't allowed to drive for another couple weeks because of the pain medication I was on for my burns, Quinn was at some weekend-long cheerleading competition and wasn't back until tonight and Blaine had gone back to Dalton last night, I really only had one option.

She answered the phone on the first ring.

"Hello?" Rachel mumbled.

She sounded sleepy, and I mentally slapped myself. Or course she was sleepy – it was quarter past six in the morning!

"Oh, shit! Sorry, I didn't realise the time."

"Finn?" She asked, and I could hear her moving around.

"Yeah… sorry, I've been awake for ages, I didn't remember that no one else would be awake at 6:20 in the morning…" I said, cringing.

"It's fine – I'd be getting up in ten minutes anyway. What can I do for you?" She asked, and I could hear a low mumbling voice in the background … Jesse?

"I want to go and see Kurt and my Mom this morning, and I know you drop by to see him like everyday so …" I trailed off awkwardly.

"Oh. Umm, sure. D'you need a ride?" She didn't sound like she'd heard the awkwardness in his tone.

"If that's okay – I can't drive, Quinn's at cheerleading, Puck's asleep as usual, Blaine's at Dalton…"

"So I'm your last resort? Nice." Rachel joked, laughing.

I tried to laugh with her, but my laugh sounded wrong. Off, somehow.

Rachel immediately picked up on it.

"They'll be fine, Finn." She said softly.

"I know … but Burt …" I whispered, my throat clogged with emotion. I was literally dreading his funeral.

She was silent for a second.

"Give me like half an hour, and I'll come over and pick you up, 'kay?" she said, "You're still staying at Noah's aren't you?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Rachel." I muttered, embarrassed that she had realised I was on the verge of tears.

"Who on Earth are you talking to at this time in the morning?" I could faintly hear Jesse's voice, still raspy with sleep.

"My Dad … y'know what it's like with the time difference – it's probably—" The phone line abruptly went dead and I realised she'd hung up on me. Charming. I shook my head, I couldn't be bothered to figure out why she lied to Jesse either.

I slowly swung my legs off of Puck's couch, heading for the stairs so that I could go up and shower.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, the loud, shrill ringing of which had interrupted my daydream of Blaine and I getting married on a beach.

"Hey, Baby. I didn't wake you did I?" My favourite voice asked nervously.

"Not at all." I grinned.

"Oh, good. I just wanted to call and check in before I drag myself out of bed and into the shower."

I shoved the mental pictures of what Blaine was describing out of my head.

"A shower sounds like bliss right now – or even getting out of bed." I sighed, feeling a twinge of pain in my leg.

"I wish I could be there with you." He said and I smiled.

"I wish you were here too. Are you coming down this weekend?" I asked, looking up as the door to my room opened, a nurse ushering a weather-beaten, tan, older looking man into the room, a blonde woman, whose face couldn't see.

"If you want me to my gorgeous boyfriend." Blaine said in a sing-song voice.

I snorted.

"Holy crap, you are so cheesy." I chuckled.

"Just you wait – I'll start singing next! What would you like to hear, honey?" He asked. It was at this point that I noticed that my two visitors were wearing FBI badges.

"As much as hearing you sing sweet love songs to me down the phone sounds extremely wonderful right about now, I actually have another two of my buddies from the FBI here at the moment." I sighed.

"Is it the same two as the last couple times?" He asked me, something that sounded vaguely like jealousy creeping into his voice.

"Nope, I haven't met them before." I answered, flinching at another twinge of pain in my leg.

"Ok, well call me as soon as they're gone?" He said anxiously.

"I will, baby. Quit worrying about me – if you keep frowning you'll get wrinkles. And I certainly make no promises to still love you if you're as wrinkly as a pug." I chuckled.

"Ouch. You know me too well." He replied and I could hear water running in the background.

"Right, gotta go. Enjoy your shower." I said, once again shoving mental images out of my head.

"I would enjoy it much more if you could join me." My cheeks went scarlet at the prospect of the agents having heard.

"Mind out of the gutter! I love you, I'm hanging up now." I laughed into the phone.

"Love you too, buzzkill." He laughed back. I put the phone back on the receiver and looked up to the agents.

"Good Morning Kurt. I'm SSA Rossi, and this SA Seaver." He leaned forwards and shook my hand, then so did Agent Seaver. I cocked my head to the side, taking in her wavy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and slender figure. She looked almost exactly like picture I had seen of my Mom around the time that she'd first been married to my Dad.

'And now they're both dead.' I thought morbidly.

"Was that your girlfriend?" Agent Seaver asked, pointing at the phone sat on my bedside cabinet.

My eyebrows shot up, and I couldn't help myself. I snorted and started to laugh – maybe all this pain medication I was on was making me loopy. Or delirious. I shook my head.

"Definitely not. That was actually my boyfriend, Blaine." I corrected her. "Didn't the other agents tell you that? He was here all weekend but he had to leave last night to go back to school."

"How long have you two been together?" Agent Rossi asked.

I immediately felt defensive, though I knew it was unfounded.

"What does that have to do with …" I didn't quite know how to finish my sentence.

"It's something called victimology. We need to know as much about you and your family as possible. It should help figure out who killed your Dad." Agent Seaver said. I think she was trying to comfort me. It didn't work.

"Blaine and I will have been together for two years next month." I couldn't help but grin slightly. He'd been mine for nearly two years. How on earth had that happened? Two whole years had gone past in the blink of an eye, or so it felt like.

"Kurt, do you know of any reason why someone would want to hurt you or your family?" Agent Rossi asked. For some reason he just made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was the squint. I don't know. I felt better talking to Agent Seaver.

"Aside from the obvious 'out and proud gay teen in Ohio' thing, not at all. My Dad runs … ran the local tire shop," My voice cracked and I cleared my throat, determined to get through this without breaking down. "Carole is a secretary and Finn is the town's star quarterback. That's pretty much all there is too it." I continued, staring down at my fingers as I spoke, unwilling to make eye contact with either agent. If the situation wasn't so awful the fact that the FBI were currently involved in my life would have been almost funny. I would have revelled in the drama of it if it was someone else's family. The thought made me feel a little sick to admit – because being the one actually in this situation didn't feel dramatic, it just felt… painful. Scary. My fingers tightened on the bedspread, just as something to anchor me to reality so I didn't get lost in another flashback. I wished Blaine was here.

"Do you know if your parents knew Sara Meyers or Megan Collins?" Agent Seaver asked, stepping forward slightly.

I thought briefly and shrugged my shoulders.

"Lima is a fairly small town. Everybody knows everybody." I said, vaguely remembering the name Sara Meyers being written in my father's messy handwriting in the receipts book at the garage. "What do they have to do with-" I started to ask, but was interrupted by a familiar voice that I'd never been happier to hear.

"Knock knock!" I looked up to see Finn and Rachel stood in the doorway.

I smiled at them both.

It was the first time I'd seen Finn since the fire.

"Are we interrupting? We can come back later." Rachel asked and I shook my head.

"Not at all, come in guys. This is Agent Rossi and Agent Seaver." I said, "This is my friend Rachel and my brother Finn." I introduced them all too each other.

Agent Rossi nodded acknowledging Finn.

"We've met." He said, and I guessed that Agent Rossi must have been the one to interview him whilst I was getting interviewed by Agents Reid and Morgan.

"How are you doing?" Finn asked, standing awkwardly in the doorway whilst Rachel made herself at home, sitting in one of the empty chairs by my bad.

"I… I've seen better days." I murmured, blinking rapidly to try to dispel the sudden tears in my eyes.

Rachel reached up and took my hand.

"It's okay Kurt, we're all here for you." She said sympathetically. Deep down I knew that she meant well – she wasn't trying to belittle my problems but her blanket statement still managed to rub me the wrong way.

It's okay.

"No it's not fucking okay, Rachel." I snapped at her, "My dad is dead." I choked out, my voice too loud in the small hospital room.

Rachel and Finn both stare at me open mouthed with wide eyes whilst the two agents watch me curiously like I'm some sort of science experiment. It was the shot of pity in their eyes that really made me angry.

"I don't need your pity, so unless there's anything else I think you should all leave. I want to be alone." I said, tugging my hand out of Rachel's grasp.

"I don't think you should be left alone right now, Kurt." Rachel said, eyes filled with worry and once again I found myself wishing that Blaine was still here. He would know what to say. He always does.

"Rachel, I'm tired. Two days ago someone deliberately set my house on fire. My dad is gone, my step mother is in a coma, Finn and I were trapped and too late and I can't feel most of my right leg. I am so not in the mood to try and keep up a conversation – or answer anymore questions – right now. So, please, leave. Me. Alone."

Up until now I'd successfully avoided thinking about my leg. Blaine had told me that I didn't want to see it, and he knew me as well as I knew myself, so I took his word for it. I was trying very hard to push it to the back of my mind because, yes, I was lucky to be alive, but if there was permanent damage, if I couldn't walk right, I couldn't dance, or perform then where would I be?

"I didn't mean to upset you, Kurt. I really am sorry." Rachel said, standing up and walking back over to Finn. She took his hand and I silently wondered what was going on with the two of them. A few seconds later I realised I was too tired to care.

"Finn are you… I'm sorry about your Mom." I said quietly, realising that Finn is in almost the same boat I am – he lost one parent when he was young and he could still lose another, after all, Carole was not out of the woods yet.

Finn swallowed and appeared to lean on Rachel slightly, his body sagging with the combined effort of standing up and worrying about his Mom. "I'm okay. I'm sure she will be too." He said, before turning and leaving. I was almost sorry to see him go.

"We'll come back later, kid." Agent Rossi nods and Agent Seaver smiled sadly behind him.

"Call us if you need anything." She said before turning and following the other agent out of the door.

As soon as I was alone, I picked up the phone from the bedside table and dialled Blaine's number. I knew he would be in class but I could feel panic constricting my chest and I just really needed to hear his voice.

The phone rang for almost a full minute, and for a second I was worried that he might not answer. Relief floods my chest when he answers the phone.

"Hello? Kurt, what's going on? Are you okay?" Blaine's voice was breathless when he finally answered.

"I… I'm an orphan." I blurted before clamping my hand over my mouth to try and stifle a sob. I knew I was unsuccessful at hiding it when I heard Blaine's sharp intake of breath.

"I wish I was with you right now. I just want to… fix this somehow." Blaine said. I could hear him moving around and I wondered where he was.

"I just... I want him back," I whimper, "and I was just completely out of line with Finn and Rachel and those two FBI Agents and... I'm scared, Blaine." The sentence is overshadowed by the sharp pain shooting down my back and then straight down my leg. I must have cried out because suddenly I could hear Blaine's panicked voice, slightly tinny through my phone speaker.

"KURT? Kurt what's happening? What's wrong? Baby, talk to me!"

I cried out a second time as the pain reappeared, this time for several long seconds. I was so distracted that my phone slipped from my fingers and onto the floor. At the back of my mind I was dimly aware that I should call out to Blaine that I was okay because I could hear him calling out to me through the phone, but I was so distracted by the blinding pain that I could barely think past it. My yell must have been far louder than I thought, because less than a minute later two nurses burst into the room.

"Mr. Hummel are you alright?" A shorter, dark haired woman - whose name I'm sure I was told when I arrived - asked me.

"Yes, I'm fi-fuck!" I didn't understand why the pain had waited so long to start, or why it was so intermittent but I could feel the kind of panic coming on that only Blaine and my father knew how to calm me from.

"My leg!" I choked out in answer to the nurses' question.

I was hearing everything as if from a great distance, all the sounds echoing and bouncing around in my head. I could hear my own harsh breathing, the rapidly escalating beep-beep-beep of my heart beat monitored by the machine, the nurses calling to each other using words like morphine, panic attack and crash cart. The last thing I heard was Blaine's voice, shouting down the phone, then everything went black.