Crushed Chapter 10: I Let My Walls Come Down, a glee fanfic

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The next morning, Kurt made it to the hospital the same time he always did. Except this time he didn't head to the waiting room – he went straight to Blaine's room. He smiled at the receptionist as he passed her, and she smiled in return.

He reached Blaine's room quickly and looked inside. The teenager was scribbling away on his clipboard, intensely interested in what he was writing. Kurt watched him for a moment, leaning against the door. His dark eyes skittered across the page as he wrote, pausing for a moment to think before resuming his mad attempts at writing. At last, Kurt cleared his throat and walked in.

Blaine jumped and looked up, immediately ripping the piece of paper off the clipboard and shoving it under the sheets. He smiled at Kurt as he sat down in the plastic chair beside him. Kurt rolled his eyes. The smile didn't fool him for one second.

"What were you doing?" he asked causally. Blaine shook his head, keeping his mouth shut and writing hand still. Kurt just shook his head with a smile.

"You sleep okay?"

Blaine wrote down his answer, handing it and the pen to Kurt.

Guess so. Chest hurts, but after I just had half a car rammed into it I think I'm allowed to complain

Kurt smirked as he replied.

Fair enough. Then again, you didn't have to nearly carry Finn home because he kept falling asleep.

Sounds hard. Finn's a giant

Tell me about it.

The pair chatted for the next half an hour until Kurt started to yawn. He tried to hide the fact that once he'd gotten home he'd only slept for about three hours despite his absolute exhaustion, but Blaine picked it up quickly.

Go get some coffee. I'll still be here when you come back.

Kurt nodded. The possibility of falling asleep mid-conversation was quite likely at the moment and while Kurt knew he needed the sleep, he preferred to spend his time awake and with Blaine. He could always sleep more tonight. He stood up and headed for the door, smiling to Blaine as he left. Blaine returned the smile.

Kurt was barely out of the door before he ran into someone. He looked up and froze, rooted to the spot. Jack stared down at him with oh-so-familiar eyes dark with anger and suspicion. They were silent for a long while, neither of them moving until Jack put a large hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"I know something's up between you two," he whispered, voice grating "Stay away from my son."

With that, he shoved Kurt out of the way and walked into Blaine's room to greet his son. Kurt stared, shaking. Jack was getting closer and closer to the truth every day. How long could they hide it? And more importantly, Kurt thought as he walked away for the coffee he'd told Blaine he was going to get, what would he do if he did find out?

It should have taken less than ten minutes to get himself a coffee, but Kurt drew it out as long as he could. He didn't want to go back while Jack was still there. The longer he waited, the more likely it was he wouldn't run into the guy. But eventually the coffee had been drunk and there was nothing left to do. Kurt sighed and started back for Blaine's room. He walked as slowly as he could but as he neared the room he heard the faint sounds of shouting. He quickened his pace until the words were clear enough to hear. As he listened, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"You…how…" the familiar voice spluttered "I thought you were over that."

There was silence for a second, Kurt imagining Blaine responding. Then the fury of Jack began again.

"You, Blaine, are a disappointment. I did my best and this is what you give back to me? You disappoint and disgust me. If you weren't already in hospital…"

Jack trailed off, then the sound of something solid hitting the wall. Kurt winced at the sound and as Jack resumed his tirade.

"Either you give this shit up now, or you don't step foot in my house again. Is that clear?"

Silence. Kurt shook, waiting for Jack's next outburst. It took a moment and when the man finally spoke again, it was with uncontrollable anger.

"Oh, so it's that fag over your own family? Then that's how it's going to be! You're going to wish you'd thought about this, Blaine. Because when you come crawling back home asking to be let back in, you can be sure I'll shut you out. You made your choice!"

Jack stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him so violently the wall shook with the force. He caught sight of Kurt a few paces away and glared, turning the full force of his anger onto the teenager. He took a step forward and shoved Kurt against the wall.

"You turned my son into a fucking fag. I so much as see your face again, and I'll make sure mine is the last you see."

With one final shove, Jack let go of Kurt and stormed off, pushing through a crowd of nurses making their way down the hall. Kurt put one hand out on the wall to support him. He'd never heard such poisonous words before – not even Karofsky had been so bad. Death threats; he'd gotten those. But the abuse Jack had just hurled at his son was inexcusable. It was horrible. It was unfair and cruel.

Blaine. Kurt pulled himself together and pushed open the door to his boyfriend's room. His heart broke as he saw Blaine sat up on the bed, arms held tightly across his chest in defence. His face was screwed up with pain and tears and he was struggling to hold them back. Across the room lay the chair Jack had obviously thrown in his anger. On Blaine's bed was the clipboard, the top sheet of paper covered in writing. Kurt ran over and sat down on the bed beside Blaine, putting an arm around his shoulder. Blaine leaned into him, breathing deeply despite how much it must have hurt his chest. Kurt stared at the writing, replaying the argument in his mind.

I can explain. You won't like it, but it's the truth. I'm dating Kurt. I'm in love with him

"You… how… I thought you were over that."

I'm gay, Dad. It's not something you 'get over'

"You, Blaine, are a disappointment. I did my best and this is what you give back to me? You disappoint and disgust me. If you weren't already in hospital…"

You can't change it Dad. It's just who I am. Please-

The writing stopped abruptly. Kurt figured it was the point at which Jack had thrown the chair.

"Either you give this shit up now, or you don't step foot in my house again. Is that clear?"

I love you Dad, and I love Mom. But I love Kurt too, and I can't give him up just because you say so. Please don't hate me Dad, please don't make me choose

Kurt turned his attention to Blaine, who was currently leaning on his shoulder and shaking with the pressure of trying to hold back his tears. Kurt wrapped both arms around his boyfriend. Blaine buried his head in Kurt's chest, his own heaving with choking sobs fighting to be let loose.

"It's okay Blaine," Kurt said reassuringly "It's okay. I love you too. It doesn't matter what he says, I love you. Everything's going to be alright."

But even as he spoke, Kurt wasn't sure it was all entirely the truth. Maybe things weren't so okay. Maybe everything wasn't going to be alright.

/\/\

Mercedes walked into the hospital and glanced into the waiting room. She didn't see Kurt there, but Finn was slumped over three of the chairs, asleep. She smiled and walked over to him, shaking his shoulder. He jumped with a surprised yelp, falling off the chairs onto the floor. He stared up at the smirking Mercedes with a stunned look on his face.

"What was that for?" he grumbled, pulling himself up onto one of the chairs and yawning widely.

"What are you doing here?" Mercedes asked, hands on her hips.

Finn shrugged, "I walked with Kurt. I guess I fell asleep."

"Did you get any sleep last night?"

"I…uh…some."

"Not good enough," Mercedes rolled her eyes and pointed at the door "Go home. You need the sleep. Just don't fall asleep on the way. I'll tell Kurt where you are."

Finn nodded, too tired to argue. He hauled himself to his feet and stumbled out the door, Mercedes smiling after him and shaking her head. Honestly. Finn was the best big brother anyone could want, but he was just so thick sometimes. Kurt was fine on his own – he wasn't going to fall apart. And it wasn't as if Finn would even know what to do if he did. Mercedes smiled and headed up towards Blaine's room. It was the only place Kurt would be.

As she neared the room, she noted an extremely violent man down the hall being calmed down by a couple of nurses. He was fuming, yelling abuse and swearing. Mercedes frowned. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him. In the end, she shrugged and poked her head into Blaine's room.

She paused for a moment, mouth dropping open slightly. Blaine was shaking, crying and holding onto Kurt as if the world was ending around him. Maybe it was, because Kurt was whispering quietly into his hair, trembling himself. Mercedes felt awkward, like she was interrupting something she really shouldn't. But Kurt noticed her before she could back out. He gave her a sad smile and mouthed, "Give me a minute."

Mercedes nodded and closed the door quietly.

/\/\

Kurt looked back down to Blaine, feeling him starting to calm a little. In a few minutes, Blaine was still. He simply leaned against Kurt, breathing shallow to lessen the pain in his chest. He reached out lifelessly for the clipboard and Kurt handed it to him, watching over Blaine's shoulder as he wrote in shaky writing.

What do I do now?

Keep on going. You still have people that love you.

I never thought he'd do that

It doesn't matter. He's nothing.

But I still love him. I'm so messed up – he hates me but I still love him

The last sentence was marked with a stray teardrop. Kurt bit his lip as he replied.

He's your dad. You'll always love him, no matter what. But you don't have to worry about him anymore.

I love you

Kurt smiled as Blaine wrote the three words. He hugged his boyfriend tighter and laughed softly.

"Love you too."

He disentangled himself from Blaine, the dark haired teenager reluctant. He gave Kurt a sad pout, silently asking him not to go. Kurt sighed, managing a smile.

"I'm not going to disappear, Blaine," he said, speaking up to give Mercedes the hint "I'm just going to check on Finn. I don't know if he went home or not-"

He was interrupted by a knock at the door. A second later, Mercedes poked her head in and smiled.

"My boys, what's up?" she asked, walking in. Blaine plastered a small smile on his face, but both could tell it was mostly faked. He was glad to see her, but the past events were just too much at the moment.

"I can come back later…" Mercedes trailed off, both Kurt and Blaine shaking their heads.

"No, it's okay," Kurt replied "I was just going to check on Finn. He should go home – he obviously got as little sleep as I did last night. I don't know why he insisted on coming with me."

"I saw Finn when I came in," Mercedes told him "I ordered him home. He was snoring in the waiting room and disturbing everyone else."

Blaine smiled genuinely at that, Kurt rolling his eyes. That was Finn, alright.

"Hey Kurt, can I talk to you for a sec?"

Kurt nodded, shooting Blaine a reassuring look. Blaine nodded in return as Kurt walked out with Mercedes and shut the door quietly behind him. They moved a little way down the corridor so Blaine couldn't hear them.

"What happened?" Mercedes asked, concern in her voice.

Kurt sighed, folding his arms, "I don't know how, but his father found out. About me and Blaine. He was furious and got violent. Throwing stuff, you know. He told Blaine that he was a disappointment and that he wasn't allowed to set foot at home again."

Mercedes listened in horror, finally recognising where she'd seen the pissed-off man earlier. She'd caught sight of him when she'd checked on Blaine for Kurt, while he was still in a coma.

"That's awful," she said, biting her lip "How is he taking it?"

"Not well. I can't believe the nerve of that man. Doing that to Blaine while he was in hospital after being a coma. It's not fair."

"At least he's got you, and his friends. What about his mom?"

Kurt shrugged, "As far as I know, she doesn't know yet. It only happened a few minutes ago. But she seems alright."

Mercedes nodded, glancing back down the hall. The man had gone now, but the nurses were still cleaning up the mess he'd left behind. A chair had been thrown, other items lay scattered. He was certainly dangerous, Mercedes mused. She hoped nothing serious would happen to Blaine. He'd been through enough, and so had Kurt. It was just one thing after another at the moment with no time to rest between each disaster.

"I should get back," Kurt said, breaking her out of her thoughts "Just… don't let anyone else know."

Mercedes nodded. As Kurt disappeared into Blaine's room again, the girl wondered how much more the pair could take.

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