Author's notes:
Sorry I never updated in a while. I've been real busy as summer's ending, but I hope you enjoy!
(Anonymous point of view)
I stopped at a red light, in no rush to get to the hospital. Today was a good day. The sun came out and the wind blew softly on my hair. The light changed, so I continued to make my way over to the hospital. ….
I cringed slightly at the smell in the hospital. It smelled like a sterilized chemistry lab. Gross.
"I'm looking for Blaine Anderson." I said. The receptionist led me to the waiting room instead.
"Who told romance to join the club?" Santana complained.
"Yea. I thought you wanted to crush us." Tina said.
"Look. If you think for one second you can take a cheap shot at us because of the situation, you are a heartless jerk." Kurt forced.
"I don't know. I don't trust you dog." Artie crossed his arms.
"Wait. Is he really related to cupid?" Santana patted Britt's arm.
"Guys. We are all here for Blaine and so is Jessie. He's a part of our glee club now, so he's welcome to come and support." Rachel said. She bounced over and hugged me. Finn glared at us.
"Let's just get one thing straight man hands. Your boy toy is the enemy, and he can't be trusted. He stays with you at all times." Santana said. She folded her arms and paced, occasionally giving us her Latina scowl. Mercedes hugged Kurt. Tina and Artie prayed silently in the corner while Mike sat with his eyes closed. Sam stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets and Finn and Matt awkwardly talked about wearing clothes in his style no matter the outcome. The room was tense, and it only got worse. As soon as Rachel sat down, I rubbed her knee, but a group of guys around our age ran in looking frantic.
"How is he?" The brown haired boy asked. Kurt shrugged and a silent tear left his eye. Finn walked over to them and told them what we knew.
"Eric, they're still operating on him, but we've been here a couple of hours." Eric looked defeated after hearing that, but he offered a sad smile. Brothers maybe?
The boy with light brown hair rushed to a trash can to puke his guts out. The Gut with dirty blonde hair went to rub his back.
"John and Mike, we need to tell Puck. I'm not so sure he knows yet." The boys trembled. They must've been close.
"I'll go get some food for the group." Finn offered and walked away. The four guys left and with that the doctor arrived.
"Are you here for Blaine Anderson?"
…..
(Puck's point of view)
I woke up and realized that Quinn was still sleeping. She looked so peaceful. I hopped out of bed with a smile on my face. I ran to the kitchen and chugged a Gatorade. We never ate, so I started making a sandwich. The doorbell rang so I answered it.
"Puck we have to talk." I didn't like that. Eric never panicked. Not even when we BS our summer projects the day before school starts.
"What's up?" John made me nervous. He looked like he cried on the way over here. I shifted my weight to hide my nerves.
"Blaine's in the hospital." My blood ran cold. A million questions ran through my head.
"What! How did-wait, what happened?" I pulled at my Mohawk.
"He got into a car accident and the truck driver crashed his car. He wanted to surprise his family, so he packed up to go visit." Eric said softly. I looked around at them. They were my brothers. My family away from home, and we were down one. I have to be strong. I turned around to get ready, only to notice Quinn. I froze. Almost forgot she was sleeping when they came.
"Is he okay?" She asked delicately. My heart broke, because she told me they became best friends when we split.
"We don't know. The New Directions only knew that he was in ICU." Mike offered. With that, Quinn fainted.