A/N: Here's a belated Christmas present for you. Or just a random present if you don't celebrate Christmas. Also, Happy New Years'!
Disclaimer: I want Glee, but it's a bit out of my price range, so yeah, I don't own Glee. And I didn't get it for Christmas either.
Chapter 9: All These Questions
Kurt has a pile of food on his lap when he came back from the visit to the cafeteria with his dad and Carole. Truthfully, he wasn't hungry, he only grabbed the food to appease his father and to get something to eat for Blaine, who undoubtedly, would need a little energy after the confrontation that would inevitably go down. If he had learned anything from his brief two days of knowing Blaine, it would be that he could lash out on those who had wronged him. And in Kurt's opinion, Mr. Anderson had hurt his son with his lies and deserved the lashing that his son would give him. Burt continued wheeling Kurt towards his room when Kurt spotted Emily sitting in a chair outside the room. She seemed content enough, but if Kurt learned anything from life, it would be that looks, more often than not, can be deceiving. Burt stopped Kurt in front of his room, an unsure expression on Burt's face. He cleared his throat to get Emily's attention to ask a question.
"Is it safe to go in?" Burt asked cautiously.
Emily laughed lightly. "The war is over. At least, the war of Blaine and Andrew have ceased fire for now, so I'm pretty it safe." She replied with ease.
Burt nodded and opened the door, pushing Kurt inside with Carole trailing behind him. As soon as Kurt crossed the threshold, he was met with the sight of Blaine and his father smiling tentatively at each other. As much as Kurt secretly blamed Mr. Anderson for his son's hospitalization, he still wanted to have that family connection for Blaine. He had heard stories of kids being rejected by their parents for being gay, and that was a fate Kurt wouldn't wish on anybody, so Kurt was willing to start toning down his glares reserved for Mr. Anderson.
Kurt's eyes flickered back to Blaine, looking for any difference, big or small. But Kurt couldn't find anything on the surface. For some reason, that troubled Kurt. For the short time Kurt had knew Blaine, he was well aware that Blaine could spin on a dime if the trigger was strong enough. Like how Cooper blew through town, changing Blaine from a happy kid, to an old man with an age-old grudge.
Kurt was wheeled over to his own bed, still in deep thought. When he snapped out of his thoughts and realized that he wasn't with Blaine, he shot his father a disapproving glare.
His father matched his stare with equal intensity. Burt grabbed the food off his son's lap and set them aside, completely aware that he was going to win the stare down. And sure enough, Kurt continued to give him a bitch glare until his father had picked him up and plopped him down on to his bed. Kurt lost his glare and immediately started to fuse over his fathers health. Burt just shrugged it off, slightly amused at his son's change of heart written on his face.
Kurt shifted in his bed, already feeling the restlessness creeping in. He usually was doing something every moment of the day until recently. It got on his nerves even more that he couldn't even talk to Blaine freely due to the listening ears of Mr. Anderson and his dad.
Kurt finally settled down in his somewhat uncomfortable bed. He saw his father seat himself at the chair at the end of his bed and Carole pull a chair up to his father's side and take the seat. Carole pulled out a magazine from her purse and handed it to Kurt. Curiously, Kurt took it with a little hesitation, but who was he to resist gossip? When he saw the cover, he almost screamed. It was the new Vogue that he had wanted. He gave Carole a huge grin and and a hurried 'thank you' before starting to read, losing himself in the pages that portrayed life as perfect.
Blaine felt his stomach rumble. He was hungry for once during his hospital stay. For the past two days that he had been confined in the hospital, he hadn't had one bite of soild food. Wooh, I've been in here for two days, Blaine thought in astonishment. They had been admitted late at night, but Blaine himself hadn't woken up until late evening of the next day. He had to go into surgery later that night, then Cooper blew through that morning, then his father in the late afternoon. All the family drama made his head hurt as well as lose track of time.
Blaine's stomach growled again, demanding to be fed. Blaine's father laughed lightly at his son, knowing the familiar rumbling of Blaine's stomach.
Over at Kurt's side of the room, Burt had turned towards Blaine when he had heard Mr. Anderson laughing. Burt met Blaine's eyes and knew exactly what was going on. Burt got up from his chair and grabbed a few containers of food as well as some drinks, and brought it over to Blaine. Burt set the food and the table beside his bed, close enough for Blaine to reach. Blaine gave Burt a smile in thanks whilest still giving his father a death glare. Mr. Anderson continued chuckling quietly despite his son's glare.
"Careful Blaine, glare any longer and you father might catch fire." Emily joked as she enter the room.
Blaine turned to his mom, his gaze softening. "Well he laughed at me!" He pouted.
Emily, Andrew, Burt, Carole and Kurt all laughed at Blaine's expression that resembled a disgruntled puppy dog. Blaine flushed red at their laughter. He grabbed some food off the table and plopped it into lap, still pouting. Blaine, still flushed, popped the kid of the plastic contained and started to pick apart the chicken tenders that Burt gave him. The food silenced the growling of his stomach, but bursts of laugher from the others still continued.
A knock at the door pulled Blaine put of his sulking and stifled the laughter that had occupied the room. Everybody turned towards the door to see Dr. Lawrence, wearing a white coat paired with a weary smile. He stepped into the room and said, "Pardon me, but the police are here to question Mr. Blaine Anderson and Mr. Kurt Hummel. The police also requested that the families wait outside until they are finished. So, if you have no objections, we can proceed immediately."
The adults nodded at the doctor's words. One by one, the parents got up from their chairs and left, each of them giving their child one last look. Dr. Lawrence nodded to the parents as they passed and followed them out. He gave Kurt and Blaine an encouraging smile and left.
Blaine's flashed right to Kurt. This was the moment everything was becoming real. To Blaine, the accident seemed to be a hazy dream, as if it didn't happen. Blaine knew Kurt knew more about the accident than he did, but when Blaine had asked, Kurt shut down. Blaine didn't push at the time, and now, he wished he had.
Another knock at the door made Blaine swivel his head around, only to see two police men in full uniform armed with pen and paper, waiting to take their statements.
The two men entered and shook hands with both Kurt and Blaine. One officer, 'Officer Cornet' according to the name tag, spoke first.
"Hello boys. It's nice to meet you both. Now Officer Levant and I are here to ask a few question to each of you. We'll start with Mr. Hummel, if that's okay with everybody?" Officer Cornet looked at both men and seeing no objections, walked over to Kurt's side and sat in the chair that Burt had vacated not five minutes before. The Officer grasped the pad of paper and held his pen up, ready to write.
"Okay, Mr. Hummel." Officer Cornet started. "What do you remember about the night of July 6th?"
Kurt's eyes scrunched as he thought. "I was driving home that night when, out of nowhere, a car crashed into me. I don't remember much other than headlight and shattering glass. I think I saw some blood as well, but I was in shock and I black out soon after, so I can't really remember that clearly." Kurt answered.
Officer Cornet wrote down Kurt's entire story, never once interrupting. When Officer Cornet finished his writing, he asked, "Do you recall anything about the other drivers?"
This question confused Blaine. He wasn't aware of any other drivers besides Kurt and himself. But now, when he had a moment to think clearly, Blaine could recall a hazy memory of a third car.
"I remember looking over and seeing a car being pushed into my car before getting hit." Kurt whispered to Officer Cornet.
"Thank you, Mr. Hummel. That's all we need from you." Officer said as he got out of the chair, with Officer Levant on his heels. Officer Cornet walked to Blaine's side but continued to stand. Officer Cornet flipped to a fresh sheet of paper and began.
"Mr. Anderson, what can you recall from the night of July 6th?" He asked.
Blaine was still shocked that there was a third driver, but nether the less, he answered, "I was driving back to my apartment when a car slammed into me. The car pushed me into another car before it stopped." Blaine said slowly.
"Did you see the car that had hit you?" Officer Levant did speak, Blaine observed.
"No, I didn't. The car's headlights were off." Blaine explained.
Both Officers nodded at his explanation. With a sigh, Officer Cornet closed his writing pad and stuffed it into his pocket. Both Officers moved to shake the boys' hands before exiting with one last nod.
Then, it was just Blaine and Kurt.
The air was heavy, almost like it could be deafening, if it wasn't so silent. Neither spoke, for the silence said it all.
Blaine vainly hoped that the driver of the third car was in another room, or had been released, but even Blaine couldn't be that naive. Blaine looked over to Kurt, silently begging him to tell him that he's wrong. But Kurt's eyes were defying him and telling him what he didn't want to know. The driver was dead. Gone. Someone was ripped from a family. Maybe a wife or husband. Or even a boyfriend or girlfriend. Maybe even a child. Blaine's stomach dropped painfully at the thought of a child being motherless or fatherless.
"Blaine, I'm sorry you had to find out like that." Kurt had said gently.
Blaine felt the angry creep up on him, making him lash out. "No, I'm not the one who died. That person, whoever they were, could've left behind a family that needs them just because I didn't see them." Blaine move his hands up to grip his hair as hard as he could, just to hold on to a piece of sanity that would keep him from screaming or crying.
"No." Kurt's voice was firm. "You didn't kill that person. They were driving with the headlights off. And according to Carole, they were drunk, so the blame is on them."
Blaine struggled with the words, only to say, "But what—"
"If the person was driving drunk, they must of had no family to stop them." Kurt interrupted, his face grave.
Blaine studied Kurt's face and examined his words. Nothing that Kurt had said wasn't the truth, and for the first time in Blaine's life, he didn't immediately shoulder the blame for everything. Blaine had tried, but Kurt simply pushed the burden off. No one had ever done that before. And to be honest, Blaine liked to be spared the burden of others.
A soft knock made the two men turn back to the door. Crowding the threshold was the parents, all with nervous looks on their faces.
"Can we come in?" Mrs. Anderson asked.
"Of course, mom." Blaine replied, slipping back into a more happy Blaine without the weight of the world on his shoulders for once.
The parents rushed in, going to their child. The pairs of parent fussed over their child for a few minutes before eventually sitting down.
Over the next few hours, the mummer of voices filled the silence. The voices got dimmer as the sun set, but they were always there. Blaine let his family and Kurt's family fill out the silence until finally, Blaine was ready to face it.
"Who was the third driver?"
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this out. I had a fundraiser that leaves you exhausted and then I got sick last Friday. Then Christmas hit. i was going to upload on Christmas Eve. but the server was down. So, as always, review, favorite, and follow! *okay, I've got a question, would you guys want Sebastian as the third driver or a random person? Tell me in a review or PM*
