"What information?" Burt asked, standing up quickly.

Officer Richardson glanced at Blaine and a sleeping Kurt. "Would you like to talk about this in the hall, Mr. Hummel?"

"Kurt won't wake up right now and, if it has to do with Dave, I'm pretty sure Blaine would want to hear it too. What information?"

Richardson nodded. "We continued searching for him after Kurt was found, but their was no sign of him. We thought he had skipped town already whe-"

"Just get to the point," Burt interrupted.

Richardson sighed. "Dave's downstairs in the morgue," He said bluntly. He honestly didn't mean to, but these past few sleepless days had taken its toll on his attitude. "He crashed his truck into a concrete pole shortly after attacking Kurt."

Blaine's eyes were wide and his mouth open slightly. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Dave, the guy who had beat the crap out of him and stabbed Kurt, was dead.

It also took Burt a moment to register this information, but, once he did, he had one question. "Did he suffer?"

Richardson's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry?"

"Did. He. Suffer?" He asked again, speaking each word as if it were its own sentence.

"N- No. He died instantly."

Burt nodded, but his face showed upset and anger. "Excuse me," He said, walking out of the room, only barely giving Richardson enough time to get out of the way.

Blaine wondered what Burt was doing, but there was no way he was letting go of Kurt's hand. No way would he break that promise.

Burt was walking down the hospital hallway, toward the elevator, when Carole appeared.

"Oh, Burt, I was just coming to y…" She stopped when she saw his face. "What's wrong? Is… Is Kurt-"

"Kurt's fine." Burt laughed humorlessly as he began pacing back and forth. "I mean, he's not actually fine. He got stabbed, is in a lot of pain, he's having nightmares, is terrified to sleep, and I'm not sure he'll ever fully recover from this, but, otherwise, he's fine."

"Burt… Burt, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" She reached out and grabbed his shoulder, stopping the pacing.

"And Blaine! He was nearly beaten to death, suffered broken ribs and tons of other injuries, lost his memory and had his dad treat him like garbage!"

"Burt! You have to tell me what's going on!" Carole demanded.

"He's dead!" Burt exclaimed.

"D- Dead? Who's dead, Burt?"

"That Karofsky kid! He's dead and he didn't suffer. Not for one second. He ran his stupid truck into a pole and just died!"

"Oh, Burt," Carole replied, now realizing the problem.

"How is that fair, Carole? How? My son and his boyfriend are amazing people and they are going to have to suffer for a long time because of this… But Dave? Nothing!"

"Burt, I know it's not fair, but it is what it is. The boys will get through this. They're both so strong, Burt. They'll be okay."

"They shouldn't have to "get through this", Carole. They should be coming home after a day of school and sitting by each other on the couch. They should be holding hands while they watch a movie. Kurt should have his head on Blaine's shoulder. Not this! Blaine shouldn't have to be sitting in a chair beside Kurt's bed, holding his hand so Kurt will sleep. He shouldn't be having to be in pain just because he's sitting down. Kurt shouldn't have to have pain medication, and he shouldn't have stab wounds, and…" That's when he fell apart. He put his head in his hands as he began to sob, his shoulders shaking.

Carole wrapped her arms around him. "I know, Burt. I know," She repeated, just letting him cry.

They stayed that way for a few minutes, Burt crying and Carole holding him, until Burt remembered he was in a public hallway.

He pulled back slowly, cleared his throat, and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Where's Finn?" He asked. "I- I thought you weren't leaving him."

"Puck decided to skip school today," Carole replied with an eye roll. "He came over to check on Finn and see if we needed help with anything. I told him to go to school, but he said that if he left our house he'd just go to the hospital, so I had him stay there and watch over Finn while he sleeps."

"You sure that's a good idea?"

"Puck may have some issues, but he's not a bad kid. He cares a lot about Kurt and Finn. I told him to call if Finn had a nightmare, or if he needs anything. They'll be fine. Besides, you need to go home anyway. Sleep for a while. I'll stay with Kurt."

Burt shook his head. "No. No, I need to be here."

"You need to sleep, Burt. You'll be no good to anyone if you stay here all day. I know how to take care of Kurt; we'll be fine here."

Burt thought about it for a moment. A little battle going on in his head… He was exhausted, but Kurt was his son… but, Carole could take excellent care of him. Probably better than he could himself.

"Okay," Burt replied. "But, I want you to call me if anything happens. Anything."

Carole nodded. "I will. I promise."

"And Blaine will probably be in their the whole time. He won't leave Kurt while Kurt's sleeping."

She smiled. "He's good company, so I don't mind."

"And I don't want Kurt to know about Dave yet. I don't know how he'll react to it. I want to talk to someone first."

"I understand."

Carole could see the hesitation in Burt's eyes. She lifted a hand to his cheek. "Go, honey. We're fine."

Burt nodded. "Okay… I love you, Carole."

"I love you too, Burt."

I know it's short, but I want to start the next part on its own chapter... There probably aren't too many chapters of this story left :( It's gonna be weird when I end my first Glee fan fic...

Well, let me know what you guys think :D ... Ans are you as excited for Glee to come back as I am? I swear that's all that's getting me through these first weeks of school!