So I'm back! And with a new fic and a new chapter!

If you haven't checked out my new story go on my profile and its called "Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night". Its my first attempt of a kidnapping fic. Its been in my head for ages!

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So here's the long awaited chapter!


Carole and Finn made it to the hospital in record time. They managed to follow the receptionist's directions to Kurt's room with no problem.

They were currently stood outside the door, bracing themselves to enter. Finn was still shaking; Carole was unsure about whether he should come with her. They were both told that Kurt had sustained a gunshot wound, but the doctors refused to say as to where and how it happened.

"Are you alright to come in sweetheart or do you want to stay out here for a bit?" Carole asked, grabbing Finn's shoulder.

"I, I can't mum," Finn said before finally breaking.

Carole knew that Finn was affected by the police cars outside their house, and the blood on their doorstep. But Carole had to be there for Burt, whose son was in the hospital, his son who was close to death.

"You can stay out here, or you can call Puck or Rachel and ask if you could stay over at theirs," Carole said.

Finn nodded, and walked down the hallway with his phone in hand. Carole turned to face the door, breathed out, and opened the door. She was met with the most heart-breaking sight.


Burt walked behind the doctor in a daze; he barely registered anything the doctor said to him on the way. All he could think of was cradling his bleeding son in his arms, watching the life drain out of him, watching him gasp for breathe.

They suddenly came to an abrupt stop outside room 2413.

"Here we are Mr. Hummel. Just to warn you, you might get an unexpected visit from a police officer. If your son wakes up at any point, ring the button above the head of the bed. A nurse will be in later to check his vitals. Do you have any questions?" Dr Kaver asked. Burt shook his head in a daze. "Very well sir, I'll give you some privacy." He said, before walking quickly down the hallway.

Burt debated whether to go in or not. He needed to see his son desperately, but then if he saw his son in this state, the situation would seem so real. But his son needs him.

Burt slowly opened the door to his son's room and froze at the sight. His son was laying on his back, paler than the hospital bed sheets, tubes going down his throat and breathing tubes going up his nose. He had an IV in his left hand, a clear liquid running through his veins. His right hand was in a thick cast, covering his whole hand.

Burt walked over to the plastic chair and dragged it over next to the bed. He plonked himself down on the chair and gripped tightly into Kurt's arm.

"Hey kiddo, you're going to wake up soon, okay? I need you...I need you to help me get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Burt cried, he put his face on his hands and sobbed.

Burt jumped when he felt a pair of hands from behind wrap around his neck; he looked up into the teary eyes of Carole.

"What happened Burt?" She asked gently.

Burt wasn't sure if he could replay what happened that night. He knew he had to tell the police, but then if he told Carole, maybe it would make telling the police easier.

Burt took a deep breathe, and told Carole everything. He told her about how they were kept hostage, what Kurt said about the men threatening to take Kurt away, the girls that were killed at the cash point, and finally Kurt being shot.

Burt and Carole were both crying towards the end. Carole was hugging Burt tightly, afraid that he would disappear.

"I held him in my arms while he was bleeding out. He was dying in my arms Carole and there was nothing I could do about it. I watched him struggle to breathe and I just sat there and did nothing!" Burt wailed.

"You didn't do anything Burt. You were there for him. Can you imagine how scared he'd be if he went through that all alone? You comforted him and made him less scared. Don't blame yourself honey, the only person to blame is the people who did this to you, if you could call them people at all," Carole comforted.

Burt wiped his nose with his sleeve, and looked back at his wife.

"What are you doing back early?"

"We were told the wrong date, we got back to the house but the police are there and everyone is surrounding the house, wanting to know what happened most likely," Carole said bitterly.

"Where's Finn?"

"I just got a text from him, Puck came and picked him up from here, he's staying at the Puckerman's tonight. When we got to the house he saw the blood on the doorstep and freaked out."

Burt nodded slowly in rhythm with the heart monitor beeping through the silence of the room.

Burt continued to watch Kurt like a hawk for any signs of him waking up.


Blaine entered McKinley High with a spring in his step. He tried to forget about Kurt blowing him off on their date last night, but he had great fun with Nick and Jeff instead. They went to the movies to see the new Batman Movie, and then they went to breadsticks for dinner. He felt like it's been years since he last saw Nick and Jeff, so it was great to catch up with them again.

Blaine walked to his locker to get his morning books out for lessons. He was supposed to meet Kurt at his locker, but he wasn't sure if Kurt was still angry at him, even though it should be the other way round. They hadn't been on a date in ages, and just when Blaine has time to go out, Kurt blows him off.

Blaine slammed his locker shut, and walked away towards his first class. He was seated in the middle of the room with Brittany, Mercedes, Artie and Puck, but they haven't turned up yet. Blaine slumps down in the seat and gets his books from his bag. He can hear the hushed whispers of other students coming from behind him.

"Did you hear about what happened last night?"

"Yeah! I can't believe it! It was just down my street, there were police cars and everything!"

"I know! I want to know what happened, I've only heard rumours."

"I heard that a member of the family went psycho and tried to kill the rest of the family!"

"I heard from Hanna that there was a murder!"

Blaine couldn't help but smirk at their crazy theories. Nothing like this happens in small towns like this. Just as he was thinking this, Mercedes came in with Artie.

"This whole place is buzzing! I wanna know what all the drama is about!" Mercedes said excitedly.

"Some serious shit happened last night ya'all! The whole street was buzzing!" Artie said.

"Once Puck get's here he'll tell us what's going on, he knows everything." Brittany said, sitting down next to Blaine.

It was now halfway through the lesson and Puck still wasn't here, which wasn't surprising in the least.

Suddenly, the overhead speakers played the familiar tune which was played before the principle would make an announcement. This time it was one Miss Sylvester.

"Students and teachers, I regret to inform you that a student was severely injured last night in an attack on their home. I am aware of the rumours going around about what happened, I suggest they end now or I will throw you all down the stairs that I can promise. Thank you."

Everyone sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Woah," one jock in the back said.

"Okay students, let's get back to Shakespeare." The teacher said.

Before the teacher could say anything, the speakers sounded again.

"Other gay, please come to the principals office."

Everyone immediately looked at Blaine who was sat frozen in his seat. He finally realised that Coach Sylvester actually meant him, so he gathered his things and walked quickly out of the classroom to the Principal's office.

When he arrived, Principal Figgins was sitting at his desk, Coach Sylvester and Mr Schue standing either side of him, looking mellow.

"Mr Anderson, please take a seat," Principal Figgins said, pointing to the chair.

Blaine took a seat in front of the 3 teachers awkwardly.

"Have I done something wrong?" Blaine asked.

"No Mr Anderson, we've got something to tell you. Your boyfriend Kurt Hummel was taken to hospital late last night. We thought you already knew-"

Blaine didn't even let him finish that sentence, he ran out of the office. He could hear Coach Sue and Mr Schue running after him, calling his name. He didn't listen though.

He ran to his car and tore out of the parking lot. He must have broken so many speed limits, but he didn't care. He had to get to the hospital.

He made it to the hospital 20 minutes later. He didn't even bother taking the key out of the car. He ran to the main entrance towards the reception desk.

"Hi, Kurt Hummel. Where is he?"

"You family?" The receptionist asked.

"No, but-"

"I'm sorry, family only." She interrupted.

"Please, I'm his boyfriend."

"Not my problem."

"Please let me see him!" Blaine begged.

"Blaine, honey?"

Blaine turned around and saw Carole standing behind him. She looked a mess. Her hair was a mess, she had dark circles under her eyes, and her clothes were all wrinkled.

"Carole," Blaine said brokenly. When Carole opened her arms out to him he all but ran into her arms and cried. She petted his hair and shushed him while he cried. When he finally calmed down, he looked back up to Carole.

"Where is he? Is he okay?" Blaine asked, his voice sounding so young.

"He was shot in the chest." Carole said quickly.

Blaine felt like he was going to start sobbing all over again. Carole could clearly see this, so quickly tried to reassure him.

"Hey, hey sshh, he's okay. He's going to be okay. Maybe not straightaway, but he will be. Okay? Now come on sweetie, I'll take you to his room."

Blaine nodded, and let Carole lead him to Kurt's room.


So I just heard the rumours about Kurt getting a new love interest. Can I just say Ryan; I have nothing to say to you. My mother always told me if I didn't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all ;)

So I have a new fic up! It's called Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night, it's my Kurt kidnap story.

Funny story actually, I was sleeping on the plane on the way back home, and I dreamed this whole fic, then woke up and feared I would forget it.

Suddenly, I remembered I left my notebook and pen in my luggage! NOOOO!

So…I sneakily grabbed my phone out of my bag (FUQ DA POLICE) and typed out the plot quickly.

So I nearly killed hundreds of people, but it would have been so worth it!

Also, imagine me telling you my story with lots of hand gestures and an excited tone!

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