AN: Hospital scene today. Sorry if it's not realistic. I've never worked in a hospital and never intend to so…yeah. Anyways, read on.

Chapter 35

Kurt looked up from his tears when he heard Finn call out. "Mom, Burt, over here!"

He looked up and saw they had just entered the waiting area. Burt came over to his son as Carole went up to the front desk to get more information about Blaine. "Have you heard anything yet?"

Kurt shook his head. "They took him back there and haven't told me anything. We haven't been here long but I'm worried. He's alone back there." He started tearing up even more at that.

Burt pulled him into a side-hug, looking over at where Carole was talking to someone in a white lab coat. "Let's go see what Carole has been told."

They stood and walked over, the lab coat turning to face them. "Are any of you related to Mr. Anderson?"

Burt shook his head. "No. But he's very close with our family and his parents are out of town for a conference."

The doctor sighed. "I'm not allowed to share medical details with anyone but family members unless I have permission from the minor's parent."

Kurt spoke quickly, before the doctor could leave. "Then call his parents. They'll give us permission. Please?"

The doctor gestured over to the front desk. "One of the nurses is calling now. As soon as I get permission, I'll come let you all know what's going on."

He walked off before Kurt could stop him and Kurt let out a slightly hysterical sob. "Dang it. I need to see him."

Carole rubbed his arm soothingly. "I'll go see if the nurse has gotten a hold of his parents. You just sit and try to calm down sweetie."

She walked back over to the desk and Kurt sat in a nearby chair, staring at Carole. Carole was waiting patiently as an older nurse spoke on the phone for several minutes. When the older nurse finished, she handed the phone to Carole and Carole spoke for a few minutes before hanging up.

The nurse nodded at something Carole said and headed down the hallway. Carole waved the boys over to her. "What's going on?" Kurt asked.

"The nurse is getting the doctor now. That was Mrs. Anderson on the phone. They've given us permission to take care of Blaine until they get here tomorrow." Carole explained.

Kurt gave her an impulsive hug, feeling a bit more relaxed now that he knew he'd get to hear about Blaine and see him. The doctor reappeared and stood in front of the family. "Sorry about that. Hospital policy. If you'll come with me, I can take you to Blaine and we can discuss what we know."

Kurt nodded, following the doctor, the others trailing behind him. They came to a small room and entered, Kurt crossing over to the bed where Blaine was sitting, eye patch over his eye. "Blaine, are you okay?"

He nodded, smile a little too wide. "All good, Kurtsie. They gave me medicine."

Kurt laughed, grabbing Blaine's hand and kissing it. "It sounds like it. I'm glad you're feeling better."

The doctor cleared his throat and Kurt turned around, blushing when he saw everyone was staring at him. "Sorry."

The doctor waved the apology away and began speaking. "So here is what we know so far. We washed the foreign substance out of his eyes. His left eye is a bit irritated but should recover with a few days of eye drops that I will be prescribing to him. His right eye on the other hand, appears deeply irritated. We have to wait for the optometrist to come in and make a diagnosis."

"And when will that be?" Burt asked.

The doctor checked a paper on his clipboard. "We should have someone in tomorrow morning. For tonight, we have given Blaine a dose of morphine to offset the pain in his right eye. He should rest comfortably until tomorrow."

"So can we take him home with us for the night or does he have to stay here?" Carole asked.

"The morphine should last him the night. Bring him in at eight tomorrow and the optometrist will see you right away." He wrote out a few things and tore a paper off his clipboard, handing it to Carole before going over to Blaine and disconnecting his IV.

Helping him into a wheelchair, one of the nurses pushed Blaine out, Kurt clutching his hand. Blaine still had the dopey grin on his face, clearly out of it from the morphine. They helped him into the back seat of the car, Kurt once again sliding in next to him, buckling his seatbelt for him.

Carole went with Finn to drive home, not wanting him driving alone so late at night. Burt got in the car and turned the car on, turning the radio down so Blaine wouldn't be disturbed. Kurt pulled Blaine's head onto his shoulder, stroking his hair soothingly. Blaine quickly knocked out, the mix of the car ride and the morphine putting him to sleep.

When they pulled up to the house, Kurt gently nudged Blaine awake, grabbing his hand so he couldn't rub his eye. "Hey hon. Let's get up to my room so you can sleep."

"Mmkay. You're a good pillow Kurt." Blaine said, grinning at Kurt.

Burt chuckled and got out of the car, helping Kurt guide Blaine out and up to the house. They managed to get Blaine to Kurt's room where he collapsed on the bed, curling into one of Kurt's pillows and beginning to snore.

Burt patted Kurt on the shoulder and headed out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Kurt turned to Blaine and smiled sadly, relieved to have Blaine safely in his room but the image ruined by the eye patch over Blaine's eye and the bandage on his hand.

Sighing, he went over to Blaine, gently pulling his jeans off and putting sweats on him. Kurt did an abbreviated moisturizing routine before crawling into bed, pulling Blaine into his arms. Blaine went willingly, letting out a sleepy sigh before continuing to lightly snore.

Kurt kissed the back of Blaine's head as he whispered quietly. "I'm so sorry Blaine." He wiped away a few tears and held Blaine tightly as he tried to fall asleep.

AN: Well? I have plans for these two. I'm going to fix that evil thing called canon. I couldn't ignore this event entirely since it was a big plot point but…I have plans. Anyways, review please!