A/N: Hey guys! I am SO sorry for the late update but I've been so busy! But I seriously have been meaning to post this for the past like, week! ): Ughh I'm sorry guys!

So, I also just finished my other story, Summer With The Warblers, and I'm writing a sequel but I don't think I'll start for at least a week, giving me a little time to focus on this story!

I also have pretty much chapter 1-3 done on my Niff story that I should be posting soon so keep your eye out for that!

Okay I'll shut up now and let you continue on with the story! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!


"Ugh...hello?" Burt Hummel sleepily grabbed the phone off of his nightside table, running a hand over his face and glancing at the alarm clock.

3:42 am.

What the fuck?

"Hello, is this Burt Hummel?" An unfamiliar woman's voice came through the earpiece.

"Yes it is. Who is this and why the hell are you calling me at 4 in the morning?"

"Sir, your son here was having a severe nightmare and when we finally woke up he kept asking for a Blaine. We tried to get him to calm down and tried telling him that he could see this Blaine guys in the morning during visiting hours but he just kept crying and asking for Blaine,"

"Shit. Okay we'll be right there. Thank you for calling me," Burt hung up and threw back the covers on his side and started to get out of bed.

"Burt honey? Who was that? Why are you getting up?" Carole's sleepy voice startled the man.

"It's Kurt. He had a nightmare and he's asking for Blaine and won't go back to sleep,"

"Oh no! Okay I'll go wake up Finn, you get Blaine," Carole followed her husband out into the hallway and both went down separate ways.

Burt slowly opened Kurt's door, smiling slightly at the sight of Blaine curled up, holding Kurt's pillow in his arms. He walked over and sat on the bed, reaching over to shake Blaine out of his sleep.

"Huh? Whatimeisit?" Blaine shot up into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

"It's 3:50 in the morning Blaine,"

"Why am I up?"

"The hospital just called me," Blaine's eyes went wide and his breathing started to shorten. "Blaine, Blaine! Calm down, Kurt's fine...physically,"

"What-what do you mean physically?"

"He had a nightmare and he's asking for you," Before Burt could even blink, Blaine was up out of bed and running around looking for clothes.

"Meet us downstairs in 5 minutes okay?" Burt pushed himself off of the bed and nodded towards Blaine.

"Okay, thank you Burt, you know, for waking me up," Burt grunted in response and then left the room, leaving Blaine to get dressed.


20 minutes later, after possibly breaking more than several road and driving rules, they had arrived at the hospital, Blaine rushing inside, everyone else trailing behind him. When they burst through the entrance door, the tired looking receptionist looked up in surprise.

"Sir, visiting hours aren't until 11 AM in the morning," Before Blaine could start explaining to why they were there that late at night, another nurse came into the room.

"Beth, it's okay. I called them here," The receptionist shrugged and the nurse turned to the group. "Now which one of you is Blaine?" Blaine silently stepped forwards and raised his hand slightly. "Very good. Come with me please," Blaine wordlessly followed the nurse, who introduced herself as Jackie, to Kurt's hospital room. As they were nearing it, Blaine could hear Kurt crying and his voice hoarse as he asked weakly for Blaine. Blaine didn't bother waiting for Jackie but ran ahead, stopping in the doorway.

The sight of his best friend, sitting helplessly in his hospital bed unable to move because of his injuries, crying and pathetically asking for him almost made Blaine cry.

"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt shh...I'm here...I'm here Kurt," Blaine rushed over to Kurt's side and half sat on the bed, gathering the trembling boy in his arms.

"B-Blaine! You-you're h-here," Kurt gripped onto Blaine's shirt for dear life, burying his face in Blaine's neck, letting out large sobs in half relief, half panic as Blaine softly petted Kurt's hair.

"Yes Kurt, I'm here...shh it was just a dream..."

"N-no, no it wasn't! He...he was there Blaine! It was real!"

"Kurt, it wasn't real...I promise you. We will all do whatever it takes to get rid of Christian and make sure he ends up in jail," He felt Kurt nod slightly on his chest before releasing another sob.


Blaine wasn't sure how long they were like that until Kurt finally stopped crying and was now just leaning against Blaine, somehow ending up both lying on the bed. A nurse came bustling in, injecting some pain medicine into Kurt's IV before scurrying off again.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, Kurt?"

"I'm scared...actually scratch that. I'm absolutely frightened. We don't know what C-Christian can do," Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt, willing the tears he's been holding back not to fall over.

"I know. I know Kurt, I am too. But the police are going to find him and put him in jail,"

"Promise?" Blaine heard the small waver in Kurt's voice, a sure sign that tears were on the way, so he gently pulled away from Kurt to look him in the eyes.

"I promise you Kurt, that I - we, will do everything in our power to get this bastard away from you and everyone else and in prison where he belongs,"

"T-thank you Blaine...I know...that this is hard for you too...but I can't thank you enough for...for being there for me..." Kurt's eyes were slowly drooping from the medicine and his words were become slurred and slower. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle slightly.

"You're welcome Kurt. Now go to sleep. You need to rest!"

"Don't..donleaveblay," Blaine smiled again at Kurt's slurred words.

"I promise I'll be right here when you wake up," He hesitated before pressing a gentle kiss to Kurt's temple, surprised at how simple and normal it felt to him. He stayed up for a few more minutes, before deciding that Kurt wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon, and drifted off to sleep himself.

~oOo~

The next morning, Blaine woke up right as the sun was coming up and looked around, confused.

What am I doing in the hospital...?

He then looked over at the sleeping person next to him, suddenly remembering the night before. The nightmare, the tears, and the talk. He also remembered kissing Kurt on the temple, how natural and easy it seemed to feel. He smiled slightly at the memory before feeling the bed move a bit. He looked over to see Kurt's arms popping out of the blanket and his eyes flutter open, using his hands to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Morning sleepy head," Kurt looked a bit startled at the sudden voice but immediately relaxed when he saw who it was.

"Hi...you stayed,"

"Of course I did silly! Why wouldn't I?" Kurt just shrugged but seemed extremely happy that his friend was still there.

"I'm sorry...I-I really shouldn't have made you stay. I mean, I bet this bed wasn't very comfortable and you probably felt weird a-and gross being here next to me, and I-" Blaine cut off the boy's rambling at that.

"What Kurt? What do you mean, because of you?"

Kurt hung his head, suddenly becoming extremely interested in his hands and nails. "Don't you get it? I'm damaged goods. I'm disgusting and broken. I'm nothing but a fag who can't stand up for himself," Blaine winced at the f-word.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Look at me," Blaine waited until Kurt lifted his head and warm honey met soft glasz. "You are not by any means, damaged goods. You are so important Kurt. Not just to me, but your family, your friends, my family, and we will not let you think that of yourself. So yes, this bastard hurt you and...did this to you, but that doesn't make you damaged goods. I hate that you think that. I hate myself knowing that my ex-boyfriend did this to you! It's not...it's just not right. But Kurt, you can't possibly think that,"

"Blaine! Look at me! I am totally incapable of moving because of my legs, I have 3 concussions and a scar on my head that will forever remind me of what happened. How can you even look at me? I'm disgusting!" Kurt's face shined with the fresh tears cascading down his smooth cheeks.

"How can I look at you? I can look at you because I see the pain you're in. I've been in your situation before, Kurt! I know the pain and rejection and anger that's going through your mind. I know the hate and words that are spinning through your brain. I can look at you because I'm your best friend, and you're mine. That's all that's too it. I am not going to leave your side and I promise you, I will be there with you every step of the way," Blaine now had tears streaming down his stubbly face as well. He leaned down to hug Kurt as best as he could in the bed before both boys drifted off again.

Neither of them noticed Burt and Michael watching them from the door.


A couple of days later, Kurt's concussions were doing better enough so the doctors allowed him to go home - IF he promised not to do anything that might mess with his head, including reading, watching TV, being on his computer - anything. Kurt was, simply put, pissed off.

"I don't understand why I can't do anything! It's one thing that I can't fucking move because of my freaking legs, but now all I get to do is lie in my bed and do nothing!" Kurt was ranting on about how bogus his rules were while Burt drove both Kurt and Blaine back to the Hudmel house. Both men didn't say anything, knowing Kurt just needed to let it all out before they tried reasoning with him.

"What don't the doctors get? I. AM. FINE! So what if my legs are broken? They're not going to stay broken forever!" Burt and Blaine suddenly glanced at each other. The doctor had warned them that once Kurt got back into the normal world he could experience some denial in the situation, only focusing on going back to what was before the accident and try to get back to being as normal as possible, but in doing so, ignoring the fact that a very extreme attack has happened to him.

"Kurt, why don't you try getting some rest okay? We'll be at the house in about 15 minutes. Just...just try to not talk and just relax, okay?" Burt glanced up in the rear view mirror, seeing his son sigh and shut his mouth.

Kurt stop talking, but that definitely didn't make him stop thinking.

I don't understand...any of this! The dumb ass doctor is making me stay in bed for a week and I can't do anything! When do I get to go back to school? What about my friends? Just because I have broken legs doesn't make me miss them any less! What about-

"Kurt. Stop thinking so much. Come on, we're home," Blaine gave Kurt a look before unbuckling himself and getting out of the car.

How...? Was the only thought Kurt had when he felt Blaine lift him into his wheelchair.

"I hate this thing," Kurt grumbled as Blaine pushed it up the driveway to the door. Burt opened the door for Blaine who lifted the chair with ease onto the porch and wheeled him inside the warm house.

"We're home!" Burt called to the rest of the house as he hung up his coat. There was an audible squeal and Carole came running out of the kitchen with an apron on, immediately engulfing her step-son in a hug.

"Oh honey! I'm so glad you're home! I'm making your favorite food!"

Kurt immediately softened at his step-mother's attempt to make him feel like home. "You didn't have to do that Carole. Thank you," Carole smiled and kissed him on the cheek before leaning up to kiss her husband and give Blaine a warm hug.

"KURT!" Finn rushed down the stairs and skidded to a halt in front of his step-brother's wheel chair.

"Hi Finn,"

"Hi Kurt! I'm so glad you're okay...I was...I was really worried about you," Did Finn just...blush?

"Thanks Finn...you know for being there for me and visiting me and stuff," Finn finally leaned down and gave Kurt a quick hug before standing back up to his full height.

"It was no problem dude! I'm just glad to have you back home! I just really want to beat the bastards ass..." Finn's eyes turned dark as he thought of Christian beating up his little brother.

"Uhh, Finn...now's not really the time to bring that up," Blaine cleared his throat.

"Oh oops! Sorry Man,"

Blaine just shrugged before steering Kurt into the kitchen, and settling him at the head of the table, and sat down in one of the chairs closest to Kurt just as Carole was bringing out the rest of the food.

Soon everyone was seated, food was passed out and everyone was eating and chatting.

All except Kurt.

Blaine noticed Kurt wasn't eating much, just pushing his food from side to side on his plate and he wasn't talking.

"Kurt?" Kurt's head snapped up at the sound of Blaine's voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course! Why wouldn't I be? I'm going to go get some spices for my vegetables," Kurt rolled himself away from the table and made his way over to the kitchen. The spice cabinet wasn't too high, if Kurt reached enough he could reach it. He wheeled himself as close as possible to the door before stretching and reaching up with is long fingers.

"Um, Kurt? Do you want some help?" Burt asked cautiously.

"No no, I've got it. Just...let me try," Burt nodded as they all watched Kurt try again, only to barely reach the cabinet, let alone open it and reach anything inside.

"Kurt..." Blaine slowly got up and started walking towards Kurt who was getting more and more frustrated with each try. "Kurt, please let us help you,"

"NO! I CAN DO IT BY MYSELF! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP! THERE IS NOTHING. WRONG WITH ME! I CAN DO ANYTHING YOU CAN DO BUT YOU WON'T EVEN LET ME TRY! I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" And with that, Kurt rolled away into the guest bedroom that was currently being used as his room until he could get up the stairs.

Everyone just stood there in disbelief, each wondering if they should follow him or not. When they heard the faint sounds of sobbing though, they all got up to move except for Carole.

"No, guys. Let Blaine handle this," Burt nodded before sitting back down while Finn just looked confused.

"Thanks Carole," Blaine quickly walked to the hallway, but slowed as he neared the door. The door was slightly cracked open and he could see Kurt curled up as well as he could be with two casts, on the floor.

"Oh Kurt," Blaine slowly opened the door and closed it softly behind him and then going over to where Kurt laid, crying on the floor.

"Can I help you onto your bed?" Kurt didn't say anything but nodded slightly, allowing Blaine to lift him up bridal style and lay him on the bed. Blaine sat down next to him and pulled the smaller boy into his arms, grabbing his hand, making Kurt sob even harder.

Blaine just whispered comforting things in Kurt's ear and allowed him to cry in his arms, not caring that his shirt was getting soaked from his tears.

Several minutes later, Kurt's sobs finally stopped, leaving only a steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Why? W-why would he d-do this? I-I don't understand," Kurt's head was now laying on top of Blaine's chest as he played slightly with Blaine's fingers as he tried to calm himself.

"I...I don't know Kurt. I don't have these answers for you. Why he did it, I don't know. Why he didn't text me and come straight to me to talk to, I don't know. I really don't have any good answers for you, but what I do know is that he's a sorry looser who doesn't know how to accept the fact that I broke up with him and that he's the one who got himself in this mess. But I am so, so sorry Kurt, for letting him get to you. It...it should've been me that he beat up,"

"No. Please don't say that. If I had to go through...through all of this, j-just to protect y-you from this happening, I would do it every day. But I can't...I can't let him get away with this...look at me Blaine. Look at me. I can't move, I-I'm stuck in a wheel chair for 8 weeks, I...I can't do anything b-but stay in m-my bed for a week, and I c-can't go back to school for 2 weeks!" Kurt's tears came back, almost throwing Blaine over the edge of tears as well.

"I know...I know Kurt, but listen to me. You're going to get through this okay? We are going to get through this. I will always be there for you no matter what. I will not leave your side. For the next week, I won't go to school," Blaine put a finger to Kurt's lips as he tried to protest. "Nope! I already worked it out. The boys will bring me my school work and yours and I'll just do yours for you. I am going to read Harry Potter to you, keep you updated and I promise to keep you entertained, okay?" Kurt nodded slightly.

"Blaine? I...I don't want anyone to see me...until I can you know...do stuff on my own..."

"Kurt, you're going to be going back to school once your concussions heal, and that will be before you get your casts off,"

"But...but I don't want anyone to see me like this...broken and fragile and like a porcelain doll...I don't want people pitying me, I don't want people feeling sorry for me...I don't want people to see me like this,"

"Like what Kurt?"

"Broken. Gross. Disgusting. Like damaged goods. And I know you said that I'm not, but...I just...I can't shake the feeling...I...I'm sorry," Blaine used a finger to lift Kurt's chin to look him in the eyes.

"Kurt, you are not damaged goods and I will do everything in my power to prove that to you okay?" Kurt didn't say anything but just snuggled down further into Blaine's chest.

They both fell asleep, only waking once for Carole to help Kurt wash himself before both of them climbing back into bed together, something Burt had allowed because he helped keep the nightmares away, in the same positions as before.

Before Burt went to bed, he watched Kurt sleep with Blaine, looking much more peaceful as before, curled up into Blaine's body and his head resting on the broader boys' chest and his arm and hand laying lazily on his stomach. Burt smiled before shutting the door all the way, and going up the stairs to his room with Carole. Before he fell asleep, he had one, and only one thought.

They're gonna make it.


GAHH! They're so cute! Man, I really should tell whoevers writing this to get on with Klaine already!

*Thinks* Oh wait...

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