"Kurt Hummel, I need to see him, is he okay? Where is he? I need to see him. I need to see him. Please? What happened to him?"
Blaine paused for a second, panting, and spluttering. He knew he was crying, and must look terrible but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was Kurt.
"And you are?"
"Blaine Anderson, his, his Boyfriend."
Normally cautious in such a homophobic town, Blaine didn't hesitate in this moment to claim Kurt with all of the devotion and love for him that he possessed. To his immense relief the nurse simply smiled sympathetically at him.
"I'm sorry, we can only release information to family."
"But, please, his dad's out of town and his mom's dead. You have to let me see him. Please? He hates hospitals. They terrify him. He can't be alone."
The nurse consulted some papers, moving agonizingly slowly to blaines anxious eyes before she looked back up and said.
"Very Well, if you head into room 4C someone will be in to explain the situation."
"But please, I want to see Kurt, I have to see Kurt."
"As I said, if you proceed to 4C someone will be in to explain the situation.
Blaine went obediently into the small room. He barely looked past the table and chairs and instead paced the carpet, exhausted yet completely unable to sit still. After a minute or so there was a knock at the door and in walked a small man wearing a white lab coat. Although the tall gangly Blaine easily dwarfed this diminuitive figure the man gave off such an iar of control that Blaine sat down immediately, intimidated.
"Kurt Hummel was brought in about an hour ago, with severe stomach pain. He has a ruptured appendix, and is down in the operating room right now. The surgery should take about another two hours, and then he will have to be on IV antibiotics for the next few weeks in order to clear the infection from his system. He should make a full recovery, provided we caught it in time. You won't be able to see him for a few hours anyway, so you might like to see if you could bring him some personal items for when he wakes up. Now, about his next of kin, does he have a father? Mother? Any guardian that you can call?"
"His father, Burt Hummel, but he's in Washington D.C. for the week, and it will take him hours to get here, I guess I could call Carole, his dads girlfriend. Kurt likes her. She lives in Lima."
"Ah yes, I know Carole, she's actually scheduled for the 7 am shift. That can be switched though, let me see. If you proceed downstairs to the O.R. waiting rooms we will keep you updated there. I will make sure Carole gets sent down to wait with you when she arrives."
"Oh okay sir. Just tell me, will he be okay?" Blaine's voice broke on the last words.
"We caught it early. He'll have a fight of it, but he should be okay. That's all I can say. I'm sorry."
As the man turned to leave Blaine pulled out his phone, which he had thankfully stuck in his pocket and dialed with fumbling fingers.
"Burt. Help. It's Kurt."