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There was one call no parent wanted to get: the one about their child getting hurt. Burt Hummel almost collapsed when he was called from the school and the principal told him that Kurt had been brought to the hospital because they had found him lying on the ground in the bathroom, in pain. He was lucky to have Carole around because he certainly wasn't in any condition to drive to the hospital himself. He couldn't stop thinking about how his son was doing, if something was wrong with the baby or what had happened to Kurt. He had had worrisome thoughts about Kurt not being able to get through the pregnancy. He was too young to have a child on his own, not to mention that he was a boy and it meant extra risk. And now his worst nightmare became true. Kurt was in hospital and he couldn't be sure if he would be alright.

Burt tried to get prepared for whatever was waiting for him in there. He only hoped that Kurt would be alright. He had lost his beloved wife once and it had almost destroyed him. Losing his son would kill him for sure. It was so wrong but he only cared about his child in that moment, not the unborn baby in him. Maybe because Kurt was already there and the baby was nothing but a thought at that early point of the pregnancy. Burt could deal with losing that baby if it meant that Kurt was safe. That was the only thing that mattered in that moment. Yes, he was such a cruel person. Kurt would hate him for this.

"We're almost there" Carole told him.

"Do you think he's alright?" Burt asked in concern. "God, I shouldn't have let him make this decision. He's too young. I should have known that he wasn't ready for a baby."

"We don't know what happened" Carole reminded him. "Maybe it isn't about the baby."

"It has to be it" Burt said. "Maybe his body isn't strong enough for a pregnancy. Maybe… What if something happens to him?"

"Burt, you have to calm down" Carole said. "Kurt's a strong boy. He'll survive."

Burt couldn't believe in that, not until he talked to the doctor and saw it with his own eyes that his son was fine. Damn, they should have arrived… Why were they so slow?

"We're here" Carole told him as she parked the car in front of the hospital's building.

Burt knew that, of course. Once they stopped, he jumped out of the car, not waiting for his wife. Normally he wouldn't leave Carole behind but he had to get to his son as soon as possible. Carole surely understood that.

He knew the way too well. He had been here before, several times, thanks to those stupid kids who hurt his son. Kurt had been brought here when they had pushed him down the stairs or when they had pushed him to the wall so hard that they had broken his ribs. Burt was worried that one of those kids were responsible for this one too. Although he had asked Finn and Santana to watch Kurt all the time, he also knew that it was impossible. They couldn't be around every second and Burt knew it well that only one second was enough for something really bad to happen.

"I'm Burt Hummel. My son was brought here about half an hour ago" he told the first nurse he found when he arrived.

"Please, wait here, Mr Hummel" the women told him patiently.

Burt took a deep breath and nodded. That was the only thing he could do.

"Burt!"

Burt blinked in surprise when he saw Santana, Brittany and Finn running towards him. He also saw Mr Schue following them closely. He should have known that they were here. They must have found out about Kurt's condition sooner than him.

"What happened?" Burt asked.

"I'm so sorry, Burt" Finn said, looking everywhere but at the man. "Kurt insisted to go in there alone. We didn't know."

"What happened?" Burt asked again.

"We aren't sure" Santana said. "He didn't come back from the bathroom, so Finn went to find him."

"He was lying on the ground and he was in pain" Finn said. "I think something happened to the baby."

Burt tried to breath properly. So what he was so afraid of became real. God, how would Kurt get over losing his baby? Would he be able to survive this?

"Mr Hummel."

Burt turned to Mr Schue who motioned towards the end of the corridor. A man dressed in white came out of a room and made his way towards them. Burt understood immediately and walked to the man.

"Burt Hummel" he said quickly. "How is my son doing?"

"I'm Doctor Morris" the man told him. "Your son was brought in here with abdominal pain. We ran a few tests on him to search for internal bleeding and other complications."

Burt tried to take a deep breath, to prepare himself for what was coming next, but he knew that he wasn't ready to hear it. A warm hand grabbed his own and he glanced at the person standing beside him. Carole tried to smile reassuringly but she was just as pale as he must have been. They were both worried of what the doctor would say next.

"Is Kurt alright?" Burt asked shakily.

"He is" the doctor said. "Although we have to keep him here for a few days, just for precaution. He has several bruises but he's going to be fine."

"What about the baby?" Carole asked. "You know that he's pregnant, right?"

"He told me" the doctor nodded. "He was bleeding at the beginning and we were afraid that he lost the baby."

Burt closed his eyes. It was over. They had tried to keep Kurt's baby safe but they had still lost it. He shouldn't have had those horrible thoughts in the car… He should have been more positive. How they would be able to deal with this, he had no idea.

"The baby is alive, though" the doctor said. "It's a real survivor."

"Thank God" Carole said in relief. Burt quickly put an arm around her when he noticed that she was shaking. The stress wasn't good for her.

"Can we see him now?" Burt asked. He believed the doctor but he wanted to see with his own eyes that Kurt was fine.

"He's sleeping but one of you can go in there" the doctor said. "Just let him rest."

"Of course" Burt nodded.

It wasn't a question that he would be the one staying with Kurt at first. Carole stepped back and joined her son and his friends, only Mr Schue stepped forward and put a hand on the other man's shoulder.

"He's a strong kid. He'll get better soon" he said.

Burt nodded. Kurt was probably the strongest person he knew. He remembered the time after his wife's death. Kurt had been so young but he had been the one supporting his father and not the other way around. Kurt had stayed strong for him and helped him through the tragic loss of Elizabeth. Now it was Burt's turn. Kurt was surely in pain and although he was pretty sure that Kurt wouldn't show him how he really felt, Burt had already learned to read from the smallest signs. He would be more understanding than ever and he would stay with Kurt as long as the boy needed him. He wouldn't leave him alone for a long while, not until he was sure that Kurt managed on his own. It had been so close… he could have lost his son and his grandchild. He had to take better care of his family.

Burt followed the doctor into the small room and gasped when he saw Kurt. The boy was lying in the bed that seemed way too big for him. He was so pale and Burt noticed for the first time how skinny he was. He must have lost a lot of weight in the previous weeks. Kurt had barely eaten, he had spent so much time in his room, all alone. Burt berated himself for being so careless. He should have spent a lot more time with his child and he should have made sure that Kurt took better care of himself.

"Hey, kiddo" Burt said quietly as he took his seat beside Kurt.

The doctor left without a word and when they were left alone, Burt turned back to Kurt. He took the boy's hand into his and squeezed it gently.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt" he said. "I should have been there for you. I should have… I should have done something. I knew that it could happen but I did nothing to stop this from happening. I could have lost you today. Both of you."

He took a few deep breaths before he was able to continue.

"I'm a horrible father, right?" Burt laughed humorlessly. "You'll be so much better parent than I am. I know you will, you know why?"

He smiled and stroked Kurt's cheek.

"You're so young and still so mature" he said. "You've taken care of me since you were a small kid. And I'm so proud of you, son."

He was silent for a while, unable to decide if he should continue or not. Kurt didn't hear him, he couldn't, but he felt like he should talk now when he knew how. He wasn't sure if he would be able to share his thoughts with Kurt later.

"We'll be more careful from now on" Burt said. "We'll make sure nothing happens to you or the baby. We'll keep you safe. I promise, Kurt."

He didn't know how but he would keep that promise, whatever happened.

~ o ~

Kurt moaned as he came to. He was confused at first, his body was in pain, especially his back and he felt that dull ache in his abdomen, too. Not to mention the sounds and smells, they were all new. He opened his eyes and frowned when he realized that he wasn't in his room. The lights were too bright and everything was just too white. He was definitely not home.

Somebody moved beside him and he blinked in surprise when he realized that it was his father who seemed so worried and was too pale. Kurt was afraid that something was wrong with him but then he finally figured out that his father was worried about him.

"Hey, Kurt" Burt said gently. "How are you feeling, son?"

Then it hit him. He remembered everything, Karofsky, the events in the bathroom, how scared he had been, and then...

"No!" Kurt cried out and put a hand on his stomach. No, no, no. It couldn't be happening. He was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to keep his baby safe…

"Calm down" Burt said quickly.

"The baby…" Kurt was crying now. He was so scared.

"It's okay, Kurt" Burt said. "The baby is alive. You're going to be fine."

Kurt needed a whole minute to understand his father's words. The baby was alive. His baby was fine. They both survived.

"Are you sure?" he asked, not knowing if he could trust his dad.

"I talked to the doctor, yes" Burt smiled. "That little one is a real survivor."

Kurt sighed in relief and fell back into the bed. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His baby was alive. Alive. Alive.

"What happened?" Burt asked.

Kurt kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds. He remembered everything perfectly but he wasn't sure how much he should tell his father. Normally he told his father everything but this case was different. If he told his dad about Karofsky, he had to tell him everything. He wasn't sure if his dad would be able to take it. He was already worried about him, knowing that there was a monster out there who hurt him and his child without trouble would surely cause him another heart attack. Not to mention what Karofsky had told him… that he would kill him if he told anybody about this.

"I-I fell" he said in the end.

"You fell?" Burt asked. Kurt could tell that he didn't believe him.

"Yes" Kurt nodded. "I slipped and hit my back. I wanted to ask for hhelp but it hurt so much. I couldn't get up."

Burt watched him in silence for a while. Kurt tried his best to make his father believe but he couldn't look into his eyes when he had just lied to him. Again… It looked like all he was doing nowadays was lying to him. His father didn't deserve it.

"Kurt, if there's something you want to tell me…"

"I'm fine, dad" Kurt said. "Please, stop worrying about me."

"I'm not sure I can believe you, you know" Burt said honestly. "Those kids at the school… I know that they say horrible things about you and the baby."

"That's not new" Kurt shrugged. "I'll survive. It's nothing I didn't have to handle before."

"And it's not the first time you come home with bruises" Burt pointed out.

"Finn, Santana and the others do a great job keeping me safe" Kurt said.

"It doesn't look like they do" Burt replied.

"Please, dad" Kurt sighed. "I'm so tired. Can we talk about this later?"

He hoped that his father would give him some time to come up with a better explanation. He needed time to think about what he should and shouldn't share with him or the other members of his family. Because he was perfectly sure that Santana and Finn would have questions, just like his friends. And they were harder to convince than his father.

"Should I call the doctor?" Burt asked, his worry for his son rising again.

"No, I'm fine" Kurt said. "I just want to sleep some more."

"Of course" Burt nodded. "You must be exhausted."

Kurt nodded in agreement. He was tired as hell and he was feeling weaker than ever. But he knew that he couldn't sleep, he had to figure out what to do first. He was so scared of Karofsky. He had known that the boy was dangerous but he had never expected something like this. Maybe he should tell someone he trusted. Santana, for example. But what if Santana told his dad? He had to make a good decision, for his and his baby's sake.

~ o ~

Although Burt told them to go home and have some sleep, Finn was determined to stay in the hospital. Santana had brought Carole home, so she could have some rest. She was getting close to the end of her pregnancy and sitting in the hospital for so long, not to mention the stress wasn't good for her. So they had agreed that the women would go home and take the next shift beside Kurt's bed in the morning.

Finn didn't want to sleep at all. Ever since seeing Kurt in the school, lying on his back, seemingly in pain, he couldn't stop blaming himself. He should have been there with him. He should have kept his eyes on Kurt all the time, he had known that he couldn't leave him alone because something horrible might happen. And it had happened. It was all his fault. Kurt's baby could have died and it was all because of him.

His phone beeped again but he simply ignored it. It was Rachel again. She kept calling him and texting him since that afternoon and it was getting frustrating. She didn't seem to be worried about Kurt at all, it looked like she was annoyed that Kurt got so much attention again. Finn didn't need this right now, so he simply shut out the noise his phone made and went back to his worrisome thoughts.

"Ah, you're here!"

Finn closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before facing the girl. He had made it clear that he didn't want to see Rachel right now but here she was… He had no idea what she was doing here. It was late and Finn had told their friends that they needed privacy right now. Everybody else had understood it but Rachel...

"Rachel, you shouldn't be here" he said gently. He didn't even stand up, just raised his head to look at the girl.

"You didn't answer my calls" Rachel said and took a seat beside Finn.

"I'm busy" Finn replied.

"I can see" Rachel snorted.

"Rachel…"

"I'm just worried about Kurt" Rachel said.

Finn turned his head and looked at her. It was hard to believe that she was truly worried about Kurt.

"I am" Rachel said. "So the baby died?"

"No!" Finn almost cried out. "How can you be so heartless?"

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked. "It's a reasonable question. He was crying like a baby when they brought him in here. It looks like he was just overdramatic again."

"He was scared of losing the baby" Finn glared at her.

"Would it be that bad?" Rachel asked. "He's just fifteen. He's too young for a baby. And he's a boy! It's just too…"

"Don't you dare finish this sentence!" Finn shouted.

Rachel pulled back from him, putting a hand over her heart.

"What's wrong with you?" Rachel asked. "I can't believe you're on his side."

"He's my brother and I'm worried about him" Finn said.

"He's pregnant! You can't even be sure that he won't give birth to a monster!" Rachel said.

Rachel had never been scared of Finn but this time one glance was enough to know that she went too far. Finn didn't say anything but his eyes told her everything. Finn was angry, angrier than ever and Rachel was seriously worried about her own safety. Would Finn be able to hit her? Probably not… Finn wasn't that type.

"I'm sorry" Rachel said quickly. "I was insensitive. This day has been too long for all of us. We're tired, we say things we shouldn't…"

"That's what you do all the time, isn't it?" Finn asked quietly.

"Excuse me?" Rachel asked.

"I was patient with you, Rachel. I supported you, even when you didn't deserve it. But I can finally see who you really are" Finn said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked.

"You are the monster" Finn said. "I tried to find your good side but I finally know that it's impossible. You don't care about anybody but yourself. Do only person you love is yourself because you're unable to feel anything for somebody else. You never loved me, you just used me. Because you wanted to be popular."

"What are you talking about?" Rachel asked. "Do you have any idea what the other students said about you and your family? Do you think this is what I want?"

"You were the one who told the who school" Finn pointed out. Rachel didn't have to say anything, he knew very well that she had been responsible.

"Because they have to know about the danger Kurt means!" Rachel said.

"Get out" Finn said quietly.

"Excuse me?" Rachel asked in confusion.

"Get the hell out of here and don't you dare come close to my family ever again!" Finn roared in anger.

Rachel quickly jumped back. She opened her mouth to say something but decided not to, at least until she was in safe distance. Finn was clearly not himself.

"You need some time alone, I get it" Rachel nodded. "Just call me when you calm down a bit."

"I won't. We're done, Rachel" Finn said.

"You're just saying this because…"

"I said we're done" Finn said again, a bit louder. "Get out of here and leave me alone.

Rachel pressed her lips together in anger. Nobody talked to her like that, not even Finn Hudson. But he would ask for her forgiveness, once he calmed down a bit. He would admit that he made a mistake and beg for her to take her back. That was how Rachel walked out of the building, believing that everything would be sorted out soon. Finn Hudson, on the other hand, believed that he made a good decision by getting rid of this poisonous girl. Maybe Santana was right and it was about time to open his eyes and see Rachel's true face.