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Chapter 9:
The next day, Kurt was found standing in the McKinley parking lot, staring blankly toward the soccer field.
"How long's he been like that?"
Finn turned to see Quinn and Mercedes approaching.
"Since we got here." he replied. "I checked the field out...they cleaned it up after the ambulance left."
"You two carpooled?" said Mercedes.
Finn shrugged.
"His dad insisted. I guess he didn't sleep okay last night."
Quinn frowned.
"He didn't stay at the hospital?" she asked.
"He said Blaine convinced him to go home for the night." Finn shrugged. "I overheard him telling my mom when he and Burt came home."
"How is Blaine?" asked Mercedes.
"Fine as far as I know. Kurt's heading back to the hospital after school."
"He's skipping Glee?" Mercedes stared at her best friend, frowning slightly. "Doesn't sound like him."
"I dunno, I just know he said he was going back after school."
Mercedes walked over to Kurt.
"Hey." she said gently, reaching over and touching his arm.
The smile he gave her with was weak.
"Hi 'Cedes." he said softly.
"How's your boy doing?"
Kurt was quiet for a moment. His hand found hers and held it tight.
"He's okay...now."
"Bell's about to ring!" they heard someone - Finn probably - yell.
Mercedes looked up at Kurt, who was still staring at the soccer field. He didn't seem to have heard his step-brother.
"C'mon." she said gently, not knowing what else to do. "Let's go inside."
He nodded mutely and followed her toward the building.
Kurt wasn't sure how he managed to set foot in the place without a panic attack.
But then he felt nothing but shock; There no slushie facials or hurtful slurs thrown at him. No one shoved him into a locker.
In fact, many students gave him sympathetic looks as he passed.
According to Finn, only a quarter of the jocks on the football team had been detained following the attack on Kurt and Blaine. Azimio was awaiting trial, and facing multiple charges, which included assault and battery (Kurt was thankful that Finn watched a crime drama every now and again, or else he wouldn't have believed that his step-brother actually knew what those words actually meant).
When the bell rang and he sped off from first period American History to Chemistry, he didn't even look at the gymnasium.
"Porcelain!"
He turned to see Coach Sylvester walking down the hallway.
"I'm sorry, I - I have to get to class..." he tried, but before he could move, her hand closed gently around his wrist.
"I'll write you a note. Let's go."
"So how is he?"
Kurt arched an eyebrow in surprise.
"Sorry?"
"That puppy-eyed boy you took to prom, who obviously uses two tons of butter in his hair." Kurt fought back a snort; She would attempt a hair joke about Blaine. "How's he doing?"
"Why do you care?" the question left his lips before he could stop it.
"You forget who went to bat for you when Karofsky threatened your life?" The Cheerio coach asked. "Contrary to popular belief, I do have a heart, Porcelain. I just choose when and who I show it to."
Kurt was quiet for a moment. This wasn't the Sue Sylvester he was used to. It was weird...nice, but still weird.
"He's alive." he said softly. "He had surgery last night."
Coach Sylvester nodded silently, apparantly deep in thought. She grabbed a piece of stationary and scribbled a quick note.
"What class do you have now?"
He frowned, the quick change of subject catching him off guard.
"French." he answered.
She nodded and added something to the note before handing it to him.
"You can go. Give this to your teacher."
At lunch later, he saw Karofsky and Santana arguing about something. He brushed it off as nothing and pulled out his cell phone, dialing the number for Blaine's hospital room.
Hello?
"Hi Blaine."
Hi Kurt. he could almost see the smile on his boyfriend's face. What's going on - aren't you at school?
"Yes, but I'm at lunch right now. I - I missed you, I guess."
You're coming by after school, right?
"Yeah."
Don't skip Glee.
Kurt frowned.
"What?" he asked.
Kurt, don't skip Glee for me, alright? Blaine sounded tired.
"Are you okay?"
Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Mom and Aunt Cara are here. Apparantly you've been letting me win at Go Fish?
"So they say. Doesn't make it true, does it?"
Blaine laughed.
We'll see. I think another game is in order when you come visit later.
"Fine, just be prepared to lose, Anderson."
Not a chance in hell, Hummel.
The bell rang.
"I have to go." Kurt sighed. "I'll see you later."
Okay. See you.
"Bye."
The rest of New Directions (except Santana) had already assembled in the choir room by the time Kurt arrived. Mr. Schuester gave him a small, encouraging smile as he walked by, and Finn gave him a gentle punch to the shoulder.
"How's Blaine?" asked Tina quietly.
Kurt didn't answer her.
"Kurt -" started Rachel, but Mr. Schuester cut her off.
"Guys, leave him alone, alright? We need to start brainstorming for Nationals."
"I can't believe I let you drag me here."
"Stop complaining. I know his room's around here somewhere."
Karofsky and Santana were walking down the halls of Lima Memorial.
Then he saw it: the same door he'd watched Kurt leave the day before.
"Over here." Santana followed him, arms folded, and watched as he knocked on the door, a disinterested look in her eyes.
The door opened a fraction and they were met by a dark haired woman with hazel eyes.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Um...we were looking for Blaine," he said nervously. "We know Kurt, and we wanted -"
The woman's eyes widened, and the door opened the rest of the way.
Blaine was sitting up in bed, talking to two boys in navy blazers, a stack of notebooks and folders strewn across the blankets. His eyes widened at seeing the two McKinley students enter the room.
"Mom, could you give us a minute?" he said quietly.
Blaine's mother nodded, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and headed for the door.
"I'll go get some lunch in the cafeteria. Will you be okay?"
"Yeah. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."
Mrs. Anderson smiled and left. Karofsky noticed how Blaine's friends were staring at him and Santana coldly.
Oh shit. He told them about Prom.
"David, Wes, would you two mind waiting in the hall for a few minutes?" said Blaine.
"Yeah...sure, man."
Once they were gone, Blaine looked over at Karofsky.
"Mind explaining to me what the hell you're doing back here?"
Hehe. What did you all think? I apologize if Sue was OOC or anything.
No flames please!
