Finn sat in-between a silently crying Rachel and a madder-than-hell Puck. Mercedes was sitting beside Rachel, tears occasionally rolling down her face as well.

The reason they were there really hadn't seemed to hit them until they reached the waiting room. They noticed blood on Burt's shirt- something that even he hadn't realized was there until he saw them staring. It seemed to hit them all at once; then it hit again when Blaine arrived and saw the blood.

Carole saw the look in his eyes that she had seen not much earlier and she grabbed the nearest trash can, shoving it in his lap. He threw up into it as she rubbed his back soothingly. Once he was done, a nurse came and took the trash can. She wanted to take Blaine into the back to be checked, but Carole assured her that he was fine, just upset.

She got him some water and pulled his wheelchair so it sat in the empty space beside Puck. Once she checked to see if any of the kids needed anything, she walked over to Burt.

"There has to be something you can change into," She said. She kept glancing from him to the blood, wondering how she didn't notice it before… The only answer she could come up with is that it must have been from her eagerness to just find out what was going on.

"I don't have anything," Burt replied monotonously.

Just then, Carole felt someone tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Puck standing there. "Um, I have a sweatshirt in my car, if, um, I'm allowed to go get it."

"Let Mercedes go with you."

Puck sighed. "I'm not gonna go after him, okay? Look at her," He said, glancing back at Mercedes. "Kurt's her best friend, she's not gonna feel like following me to my car."

Carole thought for a moment. "Fine. But, if you're not back in five minutes, I'm coming after you."

Puck nodded, not even bothering to roll his eyes, and headed out to his car.

Three and a half minutes later, yes, Carole was counting, Puck entered the hospital with a sweatshirt in hand. He handed it to Carole, who thanked him, then went and sat back down.

Burt took the sweatshirt from Carole and went to change into it. In a different situation he might feel weird about wearing a McKinley High sweatshirt, but, right now, he couldn't care less.

None of the kids had spoken a single word to each other since Blaine had arrived. And, before that, all that had been said was an "I'm so sorry," from Rachel to Finn as she hugged him.

Hours passed by with police arriving and asking for statements from Burt and Finn. Only Burt was able to give one as Finn just shook his head rapidly and began to freak out.

Rachel and Carole helped to calm him down then Carole sternly told the officers that they'd just have to wait for Finn's statement. They were sympathetic and agreed, leaving and saying they'd come another time.

After a couple of hours of sitting, Blaine had started to feel pain in his abdomen. He refused to pay attention to it, knowing that whatever Kurt was going through it had to be much worse than broken ribs.

After another hour, he was beginning to sweat from the pain, but he hid it well.

Hour four hit and he was very pale, sweating heavily and feeling like his insides were going to pop out at any moment. He hadn't sat for this long since getting hurt and his body wasn't used to it. Even when the nurses had him sit for a while, it was never over an hour and then they'd let him lay back down.

"Dude?"

Blaine heard the voice beside him and slowly looked over to see Puck staring at him.

"What?"

"Are you alright? You look like you're about to pass out."

"I'm fine," He replied through gritted teeth.

"I don't think you are."

"I said I'm fine; I'm fine," He repeated. Of course the pain would choose to strengthen at that moment, causing him to take a sharp intake of breath and grab ahold of his ribs.

"I'm getting Mrs. H.," Puck said, but a hand grabbed ahold of his wrist before he could fully stand.

"No, Puck," Blaine pleaded as Puck sat back down. "If you tell her then she'll make me go back to my room and… and, I just can't, okay? I just… I just need to shift around a bit, or something."

Puck sighed. "Fine," He replied, seeing the sadness in Blaine's eyes. He looked around the room for a moment before standing up. He grabbed a chair and brought it back to Blaine, setting it in front of him. "If you put your legs up on this, will it help?"

Blaine just stared at him for a moment, surprised by the kind gesture, before nodding. "Yes, thank you."

He slowly lifted his legs onto the chair and relaxed a little in his wheelchair. The new position took a lot of pressure off of his middle and the pain subsided for the most part.

Multiple people were rushed into the ER while Kurt's family and friends waited for news. Some broken arms, bloody noses, minor injuries, and one person who was carried, fully covered by a blanket, in a stretcher. Blaine glanced up as he or she was brought in, but quickly looked away, unable to think about death right now.

They quickly wheeled the body out of sight and Blaine stopped thinking about it immediately.

After another half hour of waiting, a doctor came out into the ER. "Family of Kurt Hummel?" He asked, looking around.

Burt, Carole, Finn, Mercedes, Rachel and Puck all jumped up. Blaine tried, but failed to jump up and ended up doing an awkward side roll out of his chair and into a standing position. A sharp, short pain returned to his ribs but he refused to let it bother him.

They all stood in front of the doctor, waiting for answers.

"You're all family?" He questioned.

"I'm his father," Burt replied, "This is his step-mom, Carole, and his step-brother, Finn, but yes, they're all Kurt's family. How is he?"

The doctor sighed. "He made it through surgery. We almost lost him once, but he came back quickly. He lost a lot of blood, but no major organs were hit when he was stabbed. He's receiving a blood transfusion now and should make a full recovery. He is a very, very lucky boy."

Sighs of relief were heard from practically everyone as they had been holding their breath, waiting for information.

The kids all began hugging one another, happy to have each other to hold onto at the moment.

"Can we see him?" Burt asked.

"He hasn't woken up from the anesthesia yet, and when he does he most likely won't stay awake very long. He'll be in a lot of pain when he does fully wake up and that's when we'll start the pain medication, which will cause him to sleep even more. I don't want all of you in the room, at least not at once, but you can go see him two at a time. Don't stay long though."

The doctor pulled Carole and Burt off to the side as the teens continued celebrating the fact that Kurt would be okay.

"If either of you would like to stay with him overnight, that's fine, but not everyone can. Also, don't let everyone touch him when they go to see him. If he were to get sick right now, things wouldn't go well and he would probably not recover. I'd recommend choosing a select few to visit him while he's in this ward of the hospital. When he get's moved, then he can have regular visitors."

Burt and Carole nodded and shook hands with the doctor, thanking him for taking care of Kurt. The doctor smiled warmly then went go get a nurse to take them to Kurt's room.

I know the chapter isn't too exciting or anything, but I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow so I didn't want to leave you guys with the previous chapters cliffhanger for three more days (at least). This chapter was one of those not-really-exciting-but-still-very-necessary chapters, so I hope you guys still liked it even though it wasn't crazy like the previous chapters have been.

Okay, I'm gonna stop rambling! Thanks for reading and please review! Reviews are to me as letting it snow is to Kurt and Blaine ;)