A.N.: Exam is over! Hurray! I hope the grades won't be too bad and I nearly had a heart attack as my Chemistry professor told me that they didn't find my record in taking their test… Screw them. Anyway, they found my paper, much to my pleasure. So now, it's time to be in the embrace of fan-fiction again! So here we go. The second part of Ch. 3. Hope you'll like it.

Ch. 4: Death Threats and The Attack II

Wes was cutting an apple when a bad feeling suddenly grasped him, causing him to cut his finger. Looking at his bleeding finger, he couldn't understand why he felt so scared.

"Oh my!" Someone gasped besides him, "You're bleeding!"

Wes turned and found one of his classmates, Ben, rushed and returned with a tape. His wound was cleaned and sealed, but his heart still felt bad. Something's happened. Something bad has happened.

"You okay?" Ben asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Really?" Ben said looking worried. "You looked horrible." Wes was going to answer but was cut off when his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"We… Wes…"

"Chris?" Wes heard his brother's sniffs and got worried. "What's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"

"No… It's… It's Kurt…"

Wes's body got stiffened and he asked in growing voice as well as anxiety, "What happened to Kurt? What happened to him?!"

"He… He got stabbed… in the back… God… Wes… There was so much blood… I'm so scared!"

Wes's heart cracked and he dropped the phone, when the phone hit the ground, the sound snapped him out of his shock and he grabbed the phone.

"He… He was alright, isn't he?" Wes tried to calm down but his voice was shaking, so was his body.

"He… He was still in the surgery…"

"Okay, I'm coming back right now. Which hospital is Kurt in?"

"Li… Lima Memorial…"

"Chris, don't cry. You have to be strong, you guys need to take care of Kurt and his family as well, especially Burt. Did he know the news?"

"Ye… Yeah, he was close to another heart attack and he was crying…"

"Hang on, I am coming back. Remember, Chris. Be strong."

Wes hung his phone and he dashed to his lap-top, which was put on the table. He checked the schedule of the next flight to Lima. The next flight would be an hour later. He immediately booked the ticket so he could be back in no time.

"Dude, you okay?" Ben asked.

"I… Some… Something happened back in Lima, I have to go." Wes's voice choked in tears, "I may not be able to be back in a few days. Can you help me to apply a few days of sick leave?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." Wes dashed to the door and caught a cab to the airport. When he arrived the airport, there was still about 45 minutes before boarding. Wes was getting more worried with every second. He paced in the waiting area, stopped by the window. He looked out at the setting sun, his heart ached so much. He wanted to cry, wanted to scream, scream until his voice cracked. But he couldn't. He needed to be strong, there were others that needed him. And he should comfort Kurt, not in the other way around. Now all he wanted is to get back to Lima, to be there with Kurt.

Finn didn't know how he ended up here. All he remember was a crazy guy was stabbing his brother and he fought that guy in order to save Kurt. He was sitting on the chair outside the surgery room. His hands and clothes were stained with blood, Kurt's blood. His eyes were dull and his face was pale. He looked miserable. He turned to look at the closed door, the slab of wood which cut off his brother from him and his friends. The girls cling to each other and they were sobbing. Finn knew that he should go and comfort them but he just couldn't move. His heart was behind the door. Kurt had been in there for a while and what if… No, Finn just couldn't think of that possibility. He couldn't think how they will react if they lost Kurt. Burt and Carole were called and they were on their way.

"Finn!" Burt's cry echoed in the corridor as the old, weary man ran towards them. Carole followed him. They stopped right in front of the tall boy. Burt grabbed hold to Finn's shoulder.

"Finn!" Burt cried. His eyes swam with tears. "What happened? What happened to my boy?"

"He… He…" Finn said with his head low, "He got stab in the back."

Burt's grip tightened, his face was red with anger and worry.

"Burt, honey. Calm down." Carole tried to calm her husband down, worrying that he would have another heart attack. But Burt pushed her hand off.

"WHY?!" He shouted, "WHY DID THAT HAPPEN?! HOW COME THAT JERK ALMOST KILLED MY SON AND HE MANAGE TO GET AWAY?!"

"NO!" Finn screamed suddenly and all turned to look at him, only to see him broke down and dropped down onto the floor, loud sobs escaping his mouth. "Just… Just don't say that word! I don't want to think about it! I can't possibly think of living without Kurt! He's my brother! I can't lose him! Wes can't. We all can't!"

Burt didn't say a word, the girls were crying even louder. Among them, Brittany, Mercedes, Tina and Rachel were the loudest. Brittany was afraid that her dolphin would die. Tina, Mercedes and Rachel were not only worry about their best friend, but also how Wes would react once he got the news. Then it hit them. They still haven't informed their boyfriend yet. Tina knew that Mike and Chris were together with their parents, so she let Rachel call them.

"Chel?" The moment Rachel heard Chris's voice, tears started to stream down her beautiful face. "What's wrong?"

"Christopher." Rachel sniffed, "It's Kurt."

"Kurt?" Chris asked, confused. "What happened to him?"

"Isn't he being with you girls in a shopping spree?" They heard Mike said in the background, knowing that he put them on the speaker.

"Kurt… Kurt was stabbed!" Rachel cried.

"What?!" Chrike shouted so loud that Rachel needed to put the phone a bit farther.

"We were waiting for him at the mall," Tina piped up, crying. "The parking lot was fu… full so Kurt drove to another one. He called us and told us that he was coming… Then he suddenly screamed…"

The girls cried as they recalled the painful screech coming from Kurt. "We were calling to him when a woman came by, scream… Screaming that a boy was being s… Stabbed! When we got there, Kurt was bathed in blood!"

"Christopher…" Rachel whimpered, "I'm afraid. What if…"

"No." Chrike said at the same time. "Kurt will be fine."

"Where're you guys?" Mike asked.

"Lima Memorial."

"Good. We'll be here as soon as possible." Chris said, "Chel, Tina, just relax. We're coming. I'm coming."

With that, Rachel hanged the phone. The girls grabbed hold to each other, seeking comfort. Carole was comforting Burt.

About one hour later, Chrike arrived with their parents. Maria ran to pull the girls and Carole into a hug, Rachel flew into Chris's arms, James and Michael pat on Burt's shoulder. Mike sat next to Finn and he touched the tall guy. The moment his hand touched Finn's arm, Finn broke down immediately and he cried over Mike's shoulder. Chrike was crying too.

"You didn't call Wes, did you?" Chris asked and everyone shook their head. Chris took out his phone and called Wes.

At this moment, the red light hanging above the surgery room door went out and the doctor came out.

"Kurt Hummel?" Everybody stiffened almost instantly. Burt, Carole and Finn ran to the doctor.

"Doctor. I'm his father. How was my boy?"

"He's fine." The doctor said and everyone sighed in relief. "The surgery was successful, though he lost a considerable amount of blood and we lost him twice in the surgery. He managed to get through this. It was a luck that the stabs didn't do much damage to the important organs but a few arteries did. That's why he lost so much blood. Anyway, he was still in coma because of the strong painkiller we put into him."

"When can we see him?" Finn asked.

"Well, he needs to be inspected in ICU for the next 48 hours. That is the critical period. After that you can go see him. If you find any problem, you can call me. I'm Dr. Ian Wayne and I'm responsible for Kurt's situation."

"Oh. Thanks. Thank you so much. Dr. Ian." Burt said and Dr. Ian left. Burt collapsed into a chair and breathed deeply. He was so scared, Kurt was his son and his only relative in the world. After he lost his poor wife, his son was all he have.

"Excuse me. Are you Mr. Hummel?" Burt turned and he saw two police officers standing in front of him.

"Yes, I'm his father." Burt said in a cracked voice.

"Okay. I'm officer Daniel and this is Gordon." The taller officer said and introduced his colleague. "We're in charge of this hate crime and we want to ask you a few questions."

The following hour was a talk to the police officers about what happened, Finn and the girls nearly had another mental breakdown as they had to recall the horrible memory over and over again. When Daniel and Gordon finally left, Burt's knees gave in and he sank to the ground. Just then, the door burst open again and Wes dashed into the room. He tripped over a chair and almost fell, Chris and Mike got hold of him.

"How..." Wes panted, "How is he?"

"The surgery ended an hour ago," Mike said, "It was successful, but the doctor mentioned that he was still in critical condition for the next 24 hours."

Wes felt that he's gonna be sick, his body began to sway and Carole got him in a hug, the oldest Asian clung to her like a twig in a drowning man caught in a whirlpool, he was trembling in fear and despair. The girls were fear too, not only for Kurt, but also Wes.

The nurse opened the door and said, "You may go in now." Burt, Carole, Finn and Wes first got into the room, the girls followed. The scene was heart-breaking. Kurt was lying on the bed, his back facing the ceiling, tubes were connected to his bodies. His face was as pale as paper, if there wasn't the beeping sound of the cardiograph, they would actually think that Kurt was dead. Burt felt a pain in his chest so strong that made it difficult to breathe.

Wes hated hospital, because of the unhappy memories it associated. The first time was when Chris was nearly beaten to death by some racist people. The second time was when Thad and his brothers had a car crash and he nearly lost all three of them. Now it was Kurt, his person of destiny. The colour of the ward and the odour of the hospital was suffocating him. Wes leaned his head against the window, his heart was as cold as the glass. His boyfriend was lying there, just less than a meter away but the distance seemed to be as far as the sky and the earth. Wes couldn't bear it anymore and he looked away. Mike and Chris grabbed his arm, telling the others that they were taking Wes out. Wes acted like a lifeless puppet and he let his brothers take him out the ward.

Chrike gently put their elder brother onto a sofa and sat next to him. Mike turned Wes's face so he could look at him.

"Wes, there's no one here. Don't keep it inside your heart, cry. Just cry." Mike cupped the older Asian's face with his hands, "You can trust us. You don't always need to pretend to be strong, not in front of us. Brother, we are here."

The dam broke, tears began to pour down as Wes started to cry his heart out. Mike and Chris hugged him close, trying to be Wes's shelter for one time. They, however, were crying silently too. Slowly, the weeping sound faded and Mike looked down, only to find that Wes had fallen asleep. Chris got a blanket and put it over Wes and Mike carefully moved so Wes can lie on the sofa. Just then, Mike got a message from Nick.

"Niff is wondering why Kurt had not answered their calls and why he was not yet backed." Mike read the message out loud and Chrike both paled, the Warblers hadn't been informed yet.

TBC...

A.N.: Finally, after several hours of working and thinking, it was finished. It was quite a challenge as I need to refresh what had happened and imagine what would happen next.