Note: Some events are non-canon compliant to fit with the story.
*Finn never beat the crap out of Brody in New York.
*Blaine was not in love with Sam, he simply had a little crush.
*Santana has already met Dani and has started a relationship with her.
*Finn has not returned to Lima to teach the New Directions yet.
Chapter 4- Of Surprises
Lima- Hudson-Hummel household
The three intruders who have burst through the door stare silently at the unconventional scene going on in front of them. Sam and Carol are still in their pyjamas with what appears to be a bowl of cereal in their hands, spoon still midair to their mouths. Burt looks equally stunned sitting in his chair, coffee in hand, as he stares at his son and the girls.
Carol's the first to recover, pushing her semi-empty bowl in Sam's hand and going to great the New Yorkers. Sam's brain suddenly switches to on and he goes to put the empty bowls amongst the rest of the dirty dishes, before joining Burt and Carol into welcoming the city dwellers.
"Sam! What are you doing here? We weren't expecting to see you…I mean of course we were expecting to see you, but more at McKinley when we surprised you guys."
"I think what Rachel means is: what are you doing in my house? …Weren't you living with Blaine?"
Oh, right. He wasn't supposed to live here.
However, his brain had yet to start working and he was very thankful when Burt decided to answer the question in his stead: "The Anderson are on a family vacation, we figured it was better for Sam to stay with us and not be alone." It wasn't exactly a lie…
"Oh well that's good I guess. We'll go drop our things in my room and be right back. Did you have glee practice today Sam?"
"No! I mean yes."
Panic mode: activated. Mission: Make sure they don't see Blaine or Brittany in Kurt's bed.
"Which one is it Ken?"
"Yes, practice at McKinley in an hour: you should most definitely come. Why don't I take your bags upstairs to Kurt's room so you guys can catch up?! I need to get dress anyways, and it's the least I can do for letting me stay."
"To Finn's room you mean Sam." Carol turns to the young Hummel man. "I'm sorry Kurt we put Sam in your room since Finn visits more often. We'll just change the sheets and you three can stay in his room for the weekend."
Without even waiting for an answer, Carol and Sam took their bags and dashed upstairs with a hushed conversation going on between them. Too bewildered to say anything, the three arrivals looked at each other before being led to the couch by Burt who offered them a cup of coffee.
"So what happened? I thought you said you were able to change your ticket dates?"
"It sounds like you're not happy to see us dad. We worked around our busy schedules to make it this weekend!?"
Sigh. "I didn't mean it like that kiddo. Just maybe you should be saving your money?"
"No problem there! Santana won a contest and we actually won a rental car for the weekend, we figured we could go through an eight-hour drive to help the New Directions prepare for regionals."
"Ah well, that's good."
An awkward silence followed, the trio pointedly ignoring the ruckus being made upstairs. Surely changing the sheets didn't take that long? The girls were being unusually quiet, and Kurt kept observing his father that looked beyond tired. Surely if there was a problem with his health he would have said so? It was probably just the treatments that were tiring. Right?
"Aright guys, let's go!"
Thank god for Sam and his impeccable timing.
Lima- McKinley high school
The road to their old high school was filled with some small talk, that Sam was obviously forcing himself to do. They pulled in the parking lot and followed the blond when he led them to the auditorium.
"No choir room speech today?"
Sam freezes. Of course they'd ask that, they weren't being inconsiderate: they just didn't know. But didn't the fact that they never cared enough to ask meant that they did in fact not give a damn about it all?
"No, not today." He answers with a small head shake. He had promised Burt and Carol he'd play nice this week-end. He was intent on keeping his word (or at least trying).
When they enter the auditorium all the glee members freeze and stare at them. Too caught up in their own world the New Yorker think that the younger teens are simply impressed and happy to see them; they were part of the winning National team last year after all (an important part of the winning team) and they are NYADA students (surely that means something).
Mr. Shue also seems to be happy to see them and warmly greets them. They're his biggest accomplishment, of course he's happy to see them.
"It's so great to see you all! And perfect timing too, you guys can take the spot of our absentees."
"Well, Kurt and Santana can. I'm actually resting my voice for an audition. I'll be more than happy to look-on and give pointers."
*Insert collective eye-roll*
"Alright then Kurt will take Blaine's place and Santana you'll take Brittany's."
That's true, Blaine was on vacation with the family. "Where's Brit?"
"Oh, she's sick?! Flu, very contagious so I told her to stay home." Hands clapped. "Alright everyone in position and let's get this show on the run."
And just like that everything fell back into place, as if they had never left McKinley. The feeling that they were unwelcomed when they arrived in the auditorium quickly dissipated as they starting having fun with the new New Directions. It was a nice change of pace from their everyday lives in New York, and they became briefly nostalgic. All the high schoolers were acting so normal, that none of the outsider even thought of asking them about the shooting.
"Alright guys that's it for today! Go enjoy your Saturday night!"
"You alright there, Lady Hummel? Or was this too hard for you?" Santana ask, slightly flushed herself.
"Oh I'm great, you know this is nothing compared to NYADA classes. I was gonna ask how you were; you know since you don't really perform anymore." He said catching his breath, the choreographies were more energetic than the ones in Adam's Apple.
A heated staring contest started between the two friends until Sam spoke up, totally unaware he was interrupting something. "Burt says there is nothing to eat, so we'll pick up some food at Breadsticks before going home."
"Oh, I'll call him to get his order then."
"No use, he sent it to me."
"My dad texts?!"
"Well, yeah… You guys ready to go?"
Lima, Hummel-Hudson House
They settled around the dining room table, and, after Kurt had grilled his father about not telling him he texted now, had started a small talk around the table. Well actually, it was more like Carol and Burt asking questions while the three expatriate talked about their wonderful lives in New York (it was pretty much a one-way conversation). Sam was finally feeling a little stress leave his shoulder as the diner progressed. Carol had texted him while they were at McKinley that Blaine and Brittany had gotten up that afternoon to eat and shower. Burt had explained that Kurt, Santana and Rachel were staying at the house for the night, they had apparently taken it quite well only asking to not be forced to see them. Carol had given them their pain meds and they went both to sleep, still exhausted from their school day the day before.
It's not that Sam didn't like Kurt, Rachel or Santana; he actually quite liked them. He just didn't want to see his two friends be hurt, and if that meant lying and hiding stuff: he would do it in a heart beat.
Just when he thought that the supper would be finished the sound of a broken glass followed by a shrill yell broke the conversation.
The trio watched, dumbfounded, as Carol, Burt and Sam rushed upstairs: skipping a few steps. When they decided to follow them, nothing could have prepared them for the sight before them.
Carol was holding down Brittany on Kurt's old bed. The blond with a bloodied hand and leg was thrashing around and yelling: "Blood! It's everywhere. Blood! I'm gonna die! He's gonna die. BLAINE! BLAINE!"
Slightly turning their heads, they saw Burt holding Blaine down on the ground. The young man also had a bloody hand (presumably from the broken glass on the ground). Burt was holding his hands while the young man tried to get them free. Unlike Brit, he wasn't yelling simply mumbling: "Blood. I'm gonna die. Deserve to die. Gonna die. Blood it's everywhere. Should've died. Brittany, blood…" He kept trying to wrestle his way out, and Burt was having a hard time being stronger than the teen.
Sam was trying to clean the blood off of Brittany's hand, he was singing softly but the tears trailing down his face kept making his voice hitch. After the third time that the young Cheerio pulled her hand free, Carol spoke in a calm voice.
"Blood. I'm gonna die. Deserve to die. Gonna die. Blood it's everywhere. Should've died. Blood…"
"Sam honey, go get the shots in our room: this is a bad one. My night-table; first drawer." She winced as she received an elbow-jab in the stomach. "Quickly now."
Sam rushed out the room, barely glancing at the three dumbfounded humans in the doorway. He came back a minute later, holding a small black bag.
"Blood! It's everywhere. Blood! I'm gonna die! He's gonna die. BLAINE! BLAINE!"
"Alright we're gonna have to switch so I can give the shots." She started, yelling to be heard above the cries of Brittany. Sam put the little black case at the edge of the bed before moving to the blonde's side. He locked gaze with Carol as she temporarily released Brittany so Sam could grab her. It looked like a well rehearsed dance, and before they could blink Carol was up and about. She grabbed the black case and pulled a vial with two syringes.
"Hold her arm as steady as possible Sam." She said approaching the duo. Sam was sitting behind Brittany, his legs keeping hers from moving. He grabbed her right flailing arm as Carol approached, she quickly grabbed it as well and plunged the syringe in it.
"It'll take a few seconds. Burt can you bring Blaine on the bed?" She asked turning to her husband still on the floor.
"Don't -ouf- think so. He's not snapping out."
"Blaine! Blai… Bl…" As Carol crouched in front of the tangle ball of limbs that was Brut and Blaine, the yelling stopped and Brittany's breathing returned to normal as she collapsed on the bed.
Grabbing Blaine's arm proved to be much harder, he was stronger and it took a few tries until they finally grabbed it and injected the med directly in his veins. He immediately calmed down, and after a few more seconds he was sleeping in Burt's arm.
"Sam, help me get him up on the bed."
"I'll go get some towels. Oh! You kids are here."
"What-"
"After, we'll explain after. You can go back down." She went out of the room, coming back with some wet towels. None had moved.
She handed a towel to Sam and one to Burt, as they got to work on the bloodied hands (again in Brittany's case) she left and reappeared with some bandages and some clean sheets. Without a word, the two injured were lifted from the bed while Carol quickly removed the soiled sheets and replaced them.
Brittany was clean first, Sam quietly removed her pyjama and she was left in her underwear so that Carol could work on the leg wound. Without clothes obstructing, they could see the extent of the wounds of the young girl. One in the shoulder, that had re-opened during the thrashing around, and one of the thigh that seemed to have been scratched until it bled.
The nurse wrapped both wound while Sam worked on putting some clothes back on the dead weight. On the other side of the bed, Burt worked on removing Blaine's clothes and bringing to light his two wounds: one in the shoulder, one in the stomach.
"Sam go grab some clean clothes from Finn's wardrobe please; Blaine's all out."
Carol worked on Blaine's wound, while Burt carefully tucked Brittany in. Sam returned a second later with some clothes. Both man worked on dressing the young boxer, before tucking him in. When everything was done they all let a huge sigh of exhaustion.
"Let's go down and finish eating."
"I'm not hungry." Mumbled Sam.
"I didn't ask you. You're coming down and eating son."
"… Yes, sir."
"Dad-"
"Not here, downstairs. The food is getting cold."
"Who cares about the food?! What the-"
"I said downstairs. Now." End of conversation.
It was time to come clean.