A/N:I'm back. Yey. Blah, Blah. Please read AN at the end. Fanks :)
Now stop...Chapter time!
Blaine was definitely not expecting the call that summoned him to the hospital – especially mid meal.
His phone had started vibrating on his dinner table; buzzing like crazy and causing vicious glares to directed his way from the tables other occupants as their drinks all began to shake.
He dropped his fork into his food and quickly excused himself; grabbing the phone and turning it over to see the screen –and caller ID. He almost dropped it again when he saw it was Burt on the other end of the line.
Fumbling with the device like a child he quickly pressed accept and held the phone up to his ear with a muffled 'Hello?'
The call lasted about 60 seconds and ended in Blaine running back through the dining room he had been sat innot two minutes ago, hopping on one foot as he tried to get the other into his sneaker –calling out 'Bye everyone, be back soon, or maybe, something like that –oh sh- gottagobye!' as he rushed to the front door.
10 seconds later there was the sound of a door slamming; to which everyone just rolled their eyes and continued eating. The clatter of cutlery soon drowning out all thought of Blaine and his - now expected - absurd behaviour.
He arrived at the hospital pretty speedily considering he was driving with one shoe off and the other half undone – only having to slam the breaks on once and with only one horn blast in his direction too. He slipped on his other shoe and quickly hopped out the car; skipping to the front entrance, holding the keys above his shoulder and pressing the lock button; smiling rather smugly to himself when he heard the tell tale beep of the alarm setting up.
The hospital was its usual dreary self, with moaning and whining patients sat in the waiting area and the stereotypical bored receptionist balancing the phone on her shoulder behind the glass partition. Blaine sent a nod her way and flashed the visitor's badge he's pinched from his last visit here. She gave a nod back, forgetting herself momentarily and causing the phone to slip from her shoulder-clamp and fall, rather gracefully Blaine might add, into her cup of coffee.
Blaine chuckled a little under his breath and made his way towards the elavators.
He decided not to take the elevator when he saw a gaggle of pregnant women all waddling towards them and instead decided to burn off the extra shot of adrenaline Burt's call had given him by taking the stairs several corridors down. He rocketed up two at a time, stray wisps of his hair billowing behind him.
He felt like a super hero.
Unfortunately his lack of properly secured foot wear didn't deter his ambition as he made a dramatic leap up the final three steps. He stumbled and one foot landed on the laces of the other, sending him careering into the automatic doors with a rather loud thud.
However, only slightly dazed, Blaine gathered himself stepped back and waited for the doors to open up, promptly heading through and off over to Kurt's ward.
When Blaine arrived, Burt had seen the boys chipper expression and immediately hoped for the best. He and Jeff's father had decided to just give him the whole story, maybe glossing over a few points, but getting most of it across.
They agreed to sit him down in the, thankfully empty waiting room and get it over with. Burt expected tears and more apologies from Blaine and probably a bit more self hatred on the boys part. He even had a comfort speech prepared in his head.
What he wasn't expecting was for Blaine to slam his fist down on the counter in the waiting room, sending magazines flying, and to yell at Burt with a pitch he never thought could leave the young boys mouth
'Sexually assaulted, what the hell are you talking about, sexually assaulted' Blaine yelled and Burt winced.
Jeff had spoken to Burt after he had rung Blaine and before he went home, trying to explain what to expect from the boy. As much as the other boy had screwed Kurt over, Jeff knew that he cared. He had seen how Blaine was at school, and to be frank – he was pretty sure Blaine would seize any opportunity to make things right with Kurt – even if it was helping him deal with a potential molestation.
However, he forgot to mention the fact that the boy had one hell of a temper.
'We-'
'We what? Were going to say something? Why did no one tell me? Did I not deserve to know?'
'It's Kurt's private business,' Robert interjected, 'It's none of your-'
'It may not be my business – but it seems that everyone in here knows... Am I not important in this? Heck, Have you even met him?' He hissed, glaring at Mr Sterling. 'I sat by him for days! I sat there and held his hand and cried for him for days-'
'It's not like that-'
'But I Love him.' Blaine cried. 'I freaking love him, and no one thought to tell me this...God, no wonder he won't let me touch him.'
Burt groaned and turned away from the boy, staring instead out of the window- over the hospital parking lot where a sea of reds, blacks and silvers were laid out in grids.
Blaine had begun pacing, his eyebrows hanging low over his eyes in a permanent scowl and his fists clenched by his sides; leaving angry red crescents in the soft skin of his palm.
'What does Kurt have to say about this then?' Blaine asked. 'About his sexual assault' His eyes narrowed as he looked at the adults.
'He doesn't know.' Burt said quietly.
There was a pause.
'What?'
It was Blaine who spoke, his voice far lower than normal, his tone resonating with waves of anger.
'He doesn't know...'
'I heard you the first time.' Blaine spat. 'And how the hell can he not know?'
'You've got to understand.' Burt said, his voice almost pleading by this point. 'His blood showed high levels of numbing and sleep inducing drugs as well as other substances...chances are he was barely aware of his surroundings half the time, this was probably done whilst he was unconscious and-'
'And why haven't you told him.' Blaine hissed.
Now Burt was confused.
'What?'
'If he doesn't know, then why? Why haven't you told him?' Blaine repeated. 'Why haven't you told your son. The one lying in a hospital bed, having nightmares and refusing socialisation with almost everyone. Why haven't you told him the truth? Hell, the freaking newspapers seem to know more about all this than Kurt does.'
'We're going to-'
'Going to isn't good enough. God, how can you expect him to get better if he doesn't know what he's recovering from.'
He slammed his head down in his hands and screamed into his clammy palms.
'Kurt won't even let me talk to him right now - he flinches and backs away – and now we know why I just...God!' He groaned and stamped his foot down onto the plastic flooring.
'If I'd have known...if someone had told me about this –'
'We don't even know if it actually happened.' Burt tried.
'Regardless of whether it actually happened. If someone even tried it would scare you shitless...'
'But we don't'
'THAT'S NOT THE POINT'
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Silence.
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Rob and Burt stared at Blaine; jaws slack and minds completely boggled at the sheer fury that is emanating from the small boys face.
His eyes are dark, his eyebrows low and his lips turned into a dead line that is sharp enough to cut glass. It's not right...even sadness looks more appropriate on this boy than anger.
'The point is that everyone, everyone is gossiping about this. From what you've told me the newspapers are all but screaming it. And yet for some reason, no one has thought to inform the victim.' Blaine moaned in frustration. 'God, you're having to dope him on sedatives to contain him because his mind is reacting to something he isn't even consciously aware of. And he doesn't know it and he's getting angry and it's breaking him! The point- is that no one thought to tell him before hand and you've just left him there - and now everyone knows but him. It doesn't make any blasted sense - none of this does. I still don't understand how he couldn't know but he still deserves to... about that and the papers and just...Jesus, you people!'
Blaine groaned again.
'Just...Look, you better tell him...or I will.'
Burt gave him the strangest look. Being the barer of that news was a job no one wanted and here was Blaine; who was only here to get back in Kurt's good books, or so Burt believed, just offering himself up for the task.
This wasn't a case of 'let's hope he doesn't shoot the messenger' with Kurt. This would be a 'let's hope there are bits of the messenger left that we can return to his family.' And Burt just couldn't comprehend why Blaine would want to be in that place when it was almost guaranteed to make Kurt hate him.
'Blaine-' Burt began, his voice unnaturally soft.
'No.' Blaine cut him off. 'Mr Hummel. Kurt pretty much despises my guts already. I know that...I really...messed up with him and I regret it so much, but someone needs to tell him this. If I tell him about this...assualt and about the papers then it may ruin all chance I have with him, but that's ok, because I would rather he knew what happened...or didn't happen-' he added when Burt shot him a look. '-than have him never recover, but like me again.'
Burt gave a resigned sigh and leant back in his chair. Blaine stood up.
'Look sir, if I were you...frankly, I'd tell him. Because he loves you. I've seen it myself. He loves you unconditionally and yes...whilst he may be mad for a while. He will forgive you. I can guarantee it. Me, he would be less lenient with. Me, he would probably shoot on sight, but you. You're his dad. You mean the world to him and he would do just about anything for you. This is nothing. Just tell him...it may not even have happened, and then all of this will have been for nothing'
Blaine rolled his shoulders before fixing Burt with a solemn look – his eyes looking almost haunted in the luminous glare from the unnaturally bright glare of the hospital bulbs.
'But if you don't tell him, If you keep it from him... that I don't think he would be so willing to forgive. That deceit...that is far, far worse because living a lie is much, much harder to forgive'
Burt closed his eyes and gave a small nod. Blaine shuffled on the spot.
'Now, if you'll excuse me...I'm going to head to the gym...because I really need to punch something right now and I don't think a hospital wall would do wonders for my hand.'
With the Blaine spun around and headed towards the door; turning only once and looking Burt dead in the eye.
'Do the right thing, Burt' he said.
Then he was gone.
And the room once again, fell silent
A/N: Thanks guys. Hope you enjoyed. Sorry so much for the delay. (My uncle died a few weeks after I posted the last chapter – so it's like a double whammy of death with him and my granddad – I'll stop rambling.)
Anyhoo, I'd love to hear feedback. I hope I'm not losing my touch. This was all done in fleeting scraps of free time becaus ei felt like shit leaving people hanging and all that. Idk if it makes any sense. Sorry...
Any way,All the love for you lot. Keep being awesome!
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