Kurt stormed into the apartment slamming the door behind him, make himself jump slightly.
"Are you okay," Santana asked, unusually comforting for her.
"No Santana, I'm not okay," Kurt yelled tears rolling down his face. "We fucking murdered someone, you murdered someone. The police are probably looking for us, I've just found out my fiancé has been lying to me for three years now and my whole body is throbbing and covered in bruises." He rolled up his clothes showing her a giant purple mark on his stomach.
"Wow, you are wearing like three t-shirts," she said, interrupting his flow.
"We can't do this. You need to stop acting like everything's okay and deal with your shit. Your tough act isn't helping us, getting drunk isn't helping us. Rachel is gonna find out I haven't been telling her the truth and we all know she can't keep her gob shut for more than 10 minutes.
"You know what Kurt?" Santana replied raising her voice, "You need to stop making a big deal of this otherwise we will get caught. So, what if Berry finds out? This is New York city, someone has found the body by now, and they will have told the cops. And this isn't a tough act, I'm moving on with my life, I'm not sneaking round dwarf for what are probably my last days of freedom.
"Guys, what's going on?" Rachel said sleepily coming out her room.
All they could do was stand there. Kurt felt breathless after shouting and his chest ached like he was under a pile of bricks. Santana was for once speechless and despite judging Kurt for not wanting to, couldn't bring herself to tell Rachel the truth. Kurt fell to the floor in pain clutching his chest intensely. "Fucking hell," he mumbled, Rachel even more concerned than before.
"Guys, this isn't funny anymore, what is going on?" Rachel pleaded.
"Last night, I wasn't mugged, well, attempted mugged. After we left the restaurant I saw someone getting beat up and stepped in to try and help them." Kurt replied quietly, sat against the wall.
"You what? Why didn't you tell me?" Rachel whined. Kurt looked up at Santana hoping she would help inform Rachel about their eventful night, but she stayed silent looking down at the floor. Kurt struggled to his feet and went to his room. His face was a mess and the ability to breathe felt like it was slowly being taken away from him.
"I killed the guy who beat up Kurt," Santana said softly her voice shaking.
"What the hell, Santana!" Rachel yelled.
"Shut the fuck up man hands!" Santana yelled back defensively, "You weren't there, you didn't watch someone beat up one of your best friends. He was about to throw a brick at Kurt and I panicked. We could have been killed last night so don't stand there acting like a saint as if I just pulled a knife on some innocent old lady on the street. I can't escape this now, I will go to prison, my life is ruined!"
Rachel just stood there, "I'm going back to my room," she raised her voice so Kurt could hear her, "I am not speaking to either of you!"
"Adios then!" Santana yelled.
After spending a while on the sofa, she went into Kurt's room. He was sat up in bed staring at the wall, clearly still in agony. "You should go to a doctor," she said softly perching on the edge of his bed.
"I can't," he replied not moving at all. "What do I tell them, if I say I got beat up then the police will get involved, they'll put two and two together. I'd be chucking you under the bus."
"No, Kurt, tell them the truth, I'm going to come forward," she said. "I can't live with the fact the cops are going to find out soon and that I'm making you live in pain." Her smile was warming as Kurt looked over at her.
"Thanks," he replied, "Have you told Brittany?". Brittany. How on earth would she tell her soul mate that she was going to have to leave her. She probably won't even be able to see her is she's still in Lesbos.
"We'll go to a doctor tomorrow," she said leaving to go to bed, "Goodnight. And I'm sorry about Blaine." Kurt nodded back as she closed the curtain.
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"No!" Santana screamed, "I can't leave her!" There was a loud crash followed by a bang against the wall. Kurt jolted awake, sending an agonising sensation up his spine. "No, you can't do this to me!" Santana continued to call out. Confused and panicked, Kurt got out of bed. As he went into Santana's room, he saw her on the floor in floods of tears.
"Santana!" he tried to shout but all that came out was a meek whispered. Kurt didn't know what to do, should he try and shake her awake or would that make things worse? With no other option he approached her slowly, whispering, his voice sounding rough. "Santana, it's me, Kurt, please wake up. You're having a nightmare, you're okay, just wake up, please," he pleaded as he sat down beside her.
"Kurt," she cried finally conscious, "I can't do this, I can't." Kurt shushed her, rubbing her back as she leant into his lap.
"You're okay," he repeated gently as she sobbed loudly. He sat with her for the rest of the night as she slept peacefully resting her head on him.
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She lifted her head up, her body sore from sleeping on the floor. Kurt was still next to her, sleeping like a log with his back against the wall. Santana had a slight memory of the night's events and decided to let him sleep. Santana went into the kitchen making herself some toast when Rachel came out of her room.
"I'm still not talking to you," she exclaimed a smug look on her face.
"Can you be quiet, Kurt's still sleeping?"
"Well he should wake up because he's already agreed to cover my shift at the diner, I have to go to early Funny Girl rehearsals," she responded picking up her bags and leaving. Santana rolled her eyes and went to wake Kurt up.
Santana called out, "Hey, Kurt? You have to cover Rachel's shift in half an hour." She paused waiting for a response, but Kurt stayed completely silent. She went into her room where he was still motionless on the floor and bent down beside him. "Kurt?" she said shaking him gently with no luck. She began to panic as she realised he wasn't breathing. "Oh my god Kurt, please no!" she said, her voice wobbly as she scrambled for her phone.
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"Hey, Kurt," Santana said softly, "I know you probably can't hear me, but I'm here, right by your side. You're okay, you've just punctured your lung and it's collapsed." She whispered, holding back tears "You're okay," she repeated. "I really regret not holding you back the other night. I mean, I don't regret stepping in when I did, I just, I could've stopped you getting to that situation in the first place. Maybe if I wasn't such a coward, I could've told someone sooner, you didn't see a doctor to protect me and now you're in a coma and can't even breathe on your own. Rachel's gonna come running back to you once she finds out what's happened – I won't let her though," Santana chuckled slightly. "I hope I can stick around to help you get better, but I doubt it. I can't get hold of Brit so she doesn't know what's going yet."
Santana began letting all he thoughts out and whilst she hoped Kurt could hear her, she was sure if he could she'd regret saying half the things she'd told him. After a while of spilling her guts out, she took a deep breather wiped away any tears she'd let out and left.
