So I'm home sick, so what do i do? I write!
So here's the next chapter, hope you like it. It's not my best if i'm honest.
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Home Invasion – Chapter 10
A few days later, Kurt was finally able to start to walk. It was a very painful and frustrating process, as he kept having blackouts and his legs wouldn't cooperate underneath him, but a few sessions later and he could walk by himself without help from his dad and one of the nurses.
Today was the day. After nearly three weeks stuck in the same hospital room, he was finally going home. He didn't know whether to be ecstatic, or scared shitless. That house, where all the horror's of that night took place. He would never see it as home again; he had lost the safety and security of the house that night.
His dad was just filling in his discharge papers, while Carole was packing his things into an overnight bag. Kurt sat there twiddling his thumbs, thinking about how lucky he was to still be alive. He was shot in the chest for crying out loud, no one survives that.
Kurt also thought about how his family has been acting lately. They seem on edge about something. Maybe it's the stress of me coming home; open to all the memories of the horror he and his dad went through. It was going to take a while, but Kurt would feel safe again.
As soon as his dad handed back the papers, and the doctor gave him, Carole and dad a brief explanation on how to reapply the bandages on his chest and hand, and telling Kurt to stay away from heavy lifting and climbing up stairs, they were finally ready to go.
Carole linked her arm with Kurt's to get him up of the bed and standing. Just as a precaution, she kept his balance walking from the room to the car, while Burt trailed along on Kurt's other side with the box of bandages and cleaning material, and the overnight bag. When they reached the car, Carole helped Kurt in, and made sure he was comfortable, while his dad put the bags in the boot and walked over to the driver's side.
Finn and Blaine were forced to go to school, so Kurt would see them later when school let out. Hopefully they would bring some of the New Directions along with them, as much as he adored his father and Carole, but spending nearly all day, everyday with them for the past three weeks, they were starting to run out of things to say to eachother.
"We need to make a quick pit stop at the pharmacist to get your medication sport, that alright?" his dad said, looking at his son through the rear view mirror.
Kurt nodded tiredly, and continued looking out of his window. He watched as they drove past the mall, the Lima Bean, and the other shops that took up all the space in the small town of Lima. Kurt was dying for a cup of decent coffee, unlike the sickly cups they had at the hospital.
As they reached the pharmacist, Burt parked the car. Carole already agreed that she would go in and get the list of medication, as she knew more about them. They watched Carole hop out of the car, and the two Hummel's were left alone.
"You tired?" Burt asked, turning around in his seat to face his son.
"Yeah, the nightmares are still coming strong," Kurt said tiredly.
"Hopefully the new medication will help."
Kurt didn't reply, he was too tired. He was also wondering why his dad was making small talk with him. He only did that when he was keeping something from him. Something big.
"Dad, is something wrong?"
His dad looked at him startled; he cleared his throat and turned around, facing the radio.
"Let's see what's on the radio, huh?"
"Dad-!"
Kurt was about to continue, but Carole made her presence known by getting in the car with a shopping bag full of drugs for Kurt. If anyone stopped them on the side of the road he was sure they'd be in trouble.
The car journey home was filled with uncomfortable silence. Burt was panicking because he knew his son was on to him, and once Kurt started to question it, he wouldn't give up until he knew everything.
What felt like hours later, when it actually had been only 30 minutes; they were parking into the Hudmel's driveway. Dread swept through Kurt's insides, his stomach in knots as he looked up at the house fearfully. His sight was ripped away from the house as Carole had opened his door and was helping him out of the car.
She took his good hand in hers, and led him up to the front porch. Kurt looked back over to the front garden, flashbacks of him lying dead in his dad's arms filling his mind. He looked down at the porch and remembered Finn saying something about freaking out when he came back to the house that night and there was blood on the porch. His blood.
Kurt paled, and was eager to either get inside the house, or to run away and never look back. Carole seemed to sense his discomfort, as she took out her own keys and slowly opened the door.
As Kurt stepped in the house, the first thing he noticed was that everything was different. The living room set up had completely changed; the sofa which was originally to the side of the house was in the opposite side, underneath the window porch. The carpet looked cleaned, the coffee table had moved, and so had the TV.
Kurt realised that Carole must have done this to help with his flashbacks. If the room didn't look the same as it did in his memory, then it would be okay. Right?
"You okay sweetie?" Carole asked, nudging his side gently.
"Y-you did this?"
"Yeah, the psychologist at the hospital said that it would help. I hope you don't mind," she asked nervously.
"No, of course not Carole, you did good." Kurt said, smiling at his step mother.
She beamed at him, and lead him over to the sofa and made him lie down.
"Right mister, you do not move from this couch until I say so, I'll go upstairs and get a blanket and some pillows, the remote is all yours, and do you want me to get you anything from your room?" she said, grabbing the remote and placing it in his hands.
"Maybe my ipod? I think it's in the overnight bag you packed at the hospital."
"Gotcha, also, I'll get you a glass of water and give you some pain meds. Be right back."
When she left the room, Kurt sighed deeply and loudly, this earned an amused look from his dad, who had just finished unpacking the car.
"She that bad huh?"
"She's fine. Now, about what we were saying earlier," Kurt began.
"Listen kiddo, I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got tons of paperwork to catch up on, so I'll be upstairs. Also, I'm getting you your new phone tomorrow, but for the meantime, here's a crappy one for now, Finn put your sim in there, it wasn't damaged thank God." Burt said, throwing Kurt over a tattered flip phone, before leaving the room.
Kurt flipped the phone up, and pressed the red button, waiting for his phone to come to life. When it finally opened up the home screen, he was met by a dozen text messages and voicemails, all from his New Direction friends. Kurt decided he would listen to them later, when Carole came in and gave him the water and his pills; he swallowed them, reached for his ipod which Carole placed in his lap. He opened up his Wicked playlist, he watched as Carole fussed over him, putting the pillows under his head and tucked the blankets over him when he fell asleep.
Finn was pissed about going to school today. He wanted to be there when Kurt was being discharged from the hospital. He just hoped Kurt liked the new layout of the house he and his mom did.
Today was like any other day, the same as it has been for the past three weeks. Teachers he had never had would come up to him and ask him about Kurt. Looks of pity burned in the back of his head as he walked down the hall to his locker. The Glee club begging to come and visit Kurt, but Finn didn't want them to see Kurt while he was in the hospital. He knew Kurt wouldn't like it, so he told them when Kurt came home he would bring a few at a time.
He wasn't the only one getting this treatment. Blaine was getting the sympathised looks, especially from the Glee Club. They knew about the argument he and Kurt got into before everything happened, so they knew he was feeling like shit. Blaine would never really forgive himself, even though he had earned Kurt's forgiveness.
But finally, the bell rang, signalling end of school. Finn picked up his things and bolted out of the room towards the front of the school where he was meeting Blaine. This time, Santana and Puck were waiting outside as well.
"Um, Blaine dude, what's going on?" Finn asked confused.
"They won't leave, so I gave up," Blaine said, giving Finn a sorry look.
"That's right; we want to see lady lips. It's been three weeks since you've locked princess away, now it's time to break free." Santana said, putting her hand on her hips in determination, with a look that could destroy anything.
Finn shot a look at Puck, who just shrugged, and moved behind Santana. Finn sighed, but lead the way anyway. They all headed out of the school in the direction of the house. Burt was sure going to be pissed.
They were only a few blocks away from the house when Finn felt like they were being followed. He turned around a few times, but just saw the line of cars parked on the road outside their house. And there was no one walking behind them. Finn shook it off, and carried on.
When they finally reached the house, Finn fished around in his bag for his keys. When he eventually found them, after Santana muttering something under her breathe in Spanish, he opened the door.
The house was unusually quiet. But Finn had gotten used to the eerily silence since Kurt was in the hospital. The four teens walked further into the house.
"MOM?" Finn shouted. Blaine slapped his arm hard. "What?" Finn said annoyed.
Carole came rushing in from the kitchen then. She had a tea towel in her hand, which she used to swipe Finn's other arm.
"Jeez mom what was that for?" Finn yelled.
"Shut it Finn, Kurt's sleeping in the living room!" She hissed.
"Shit, sorry," Finn mumbled.
"What's this?" Carole said, pointing to Santana and Puck.
"They wanted to see Kurt, so we invited them over." Finn said.
"He's only just gotten out of hospital. I hardly think now is the time for visitors." Carole said.
"I'm really sorry Mrs Hudson, we didn't think," Puck said.
"No, you're alright Noah; it's just been a stressful day. Come in, his meds will be wearing off soon." Carole said, hurrying back to the kitchen to make extra for dinner.
When they walked in the living room and saw Kurt lying wrapped in blankets, sleeping peacefully, no one had the heart to wake him just yet.
"Shit, I didn't think it was this bad," Puck said quietly, taking in Kurt's injuries.
"His face was a lot worse a few weeks ago, it's cleared up a lot since then," Blaine said, settling himself down on the floor beside Kurt, taking Kurt's hand in his.
"Did they catch the guys who did this?" Santana asked.
"They only found two; one of them is still out there. We received a note through the letterbox a few days ago from the one still on the loose." Finn immediately closed his mouth as he revealed something he, Burt and mom pledged not to tell anyone.
"WHAT?" Blaine screeched, still keeping his voice hushed for Kurt's sake.
"You gotta be kidding me."
"Saying what?"
"I shouldn't have told you, I'm sorry."
"Finn, you tell me dammit-"
A whimper filled the room. The teens looked down at Kurt and saw that he had his eyes tightly shut, he was moving his head from side to side, and mumbling a load of nonsense.
"Shit, he's having a nightmare! Finn go get your mom!" Blaine cried, settling himself on his knees next to Kurt. He gently placed his hands either side of Kurt's face, and gently tried to wake him.
"Come on sweetie, wake up. You're safe."
But it wasn't working; Kurt started to fight out of Blaine's hold, he started punching at Blaine's chest. Blaine was at a loss of what to do. He stood as he saw Carole and Burt race into the room. Burt gently picked up his son and placed him in his lap while Burt took Kurt's place on the sofa. He started rocking Kurt in his arms gently, kissing his forehead, and whispering quiet words in Kurt's ears, something others weren't supposed to hear. Burt had tears in his eyes as déjà vu settled in.
After a while, Kurt blinked his eyes open and stared into his dad's tear stained face, his own tears falling. Burt hugged Kurt tighter.
Blaine looked around the room and saw Santana hugging Puck; she too was crying silently, Puck stared at the scene playing in front of him. Carole gripped Finn's arm, also watching.
"I-is h-he r-r-really back?" Kurt whimpered in Burt's chest.
"Who son?"
"J-James."
Burt sat there frozen in his spot. How did his son find out? They hadn't spoken about it since they found out, and Kurt was sleeping.
"He, is, i-isn't he?"
"H-how do you know, Kurt?" Burt said, biting his lip to control his emotions.
"F-Finn said. I-I overheard w-what you said t-to them, a-and I h-had a flashback i-in my nightmare." Kurt said quietly, looking sadly at Finn.
"Oh Kurt," Burt pulled Kurt in closer to him; Burt looked over worriedly at Carole, who had a death grip on Finn's arm. Burt moved Kurt's positioning so they were face to face.
"Listen, we are going to get through this. This isn't going to ruin our lives. We have to be there for eachother. Alright sport?" When Kurt nodded, Burt prodded to wipe away the tears from his son's eyes.
"Now, let's-"
He was interrupted by the window smashing behind him. Everyone in the room screamed in fright as he held Kurt even tighter to him. Burt bent down to stop the glass from splashing at himself and Kurt.
When everyone looked up they were all glaring at the object thrown through the window. A brick. But there was an envelope tied around the brick by an elastic band.
As Blaine was closest to the brick, he silently bent down and started to untangle the envelope from the brick. He stood up when he got it free from the brick. He looked at Burt as he held it in his hand. Burt continued to stare at him fearfully, he looked at Kurt, who was staring at the paper in his hand, tears welling in his eyes.
Blaine slowly opened the envelope, and was met by small glossy photo paper. Blaine handed the pictures over to Burt, who stared at them in confusion.
He placed them on the sofa next to him, and one by one, picked up each photo with one hand, the other one having a death grip on Kurt.
There was a picture of Kurt leaving the hospital, one of Kurt getting into the car, one of Carole leading Kurt into the house. Two more snapshots of the house.
Then what made his blood run cold even more, was that there were even pictures of Finn, Blaine, Santana and Puck leaving school, walking together down the street. There was even on of Finn turning around, almost looking into the camera.
Burt felt Kurt tense up in his hold, and watched as his son's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
Crappy chapter, I know. But I'm ill, so sshh!
I was going to update Friday, but I have to go to the eye hospital to sort out the pressure behind my eyes, so I'm going to be blind that afternoon.
So I'm trying to update my other fics before Friday.
Hope you're all having a great day (ignoring the spoilers, even though it's hard because my timeline on twitter basically exploded from the spoilers)
I'm thinking of writing a oneshot, where Kurt is in a plane crash… What do you think?
Anyway, see you all soon!
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