(4) I Won't Let Go
It Breaks Your Will
Finn woke the next day to see a very tired looking Blaine holding on to the hand that his own didn't occupy. He couldn't help but wonder. "Dude, you get ANY sleep last night?"
Blaine nodded. "I fell asleep around midnight, woke up around three..."
Finn stared in amazement. Three hours of sleep... That was all Blaine had gotten. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was a mess. His eyes were red, which Finn didn't think was from the lack of sleep, but rather from crying... It hurt Finn to think that that was how he managed to stay awake.
The gears in Finn's head began to turn. This wasn't something you did for someone who was quote unquote just a friend. You did these things for somebody that you, well, loved...
"So," he began. "How do you feel about... Kurt..?" There was really no point in beating around the bush... After all that had happened.
Blaine swallowed and just spoke the truth. "I have no idea... I mean, we'd gone out as friends a few times, and I thought I COULD like him... But when I got that call from you..." his voice and breath hitched and he shut his eyes. "I felt like my whole reality was just being ripped to shreds... My world was falling apart... My heart broke and-and I wanted to really, REALLY hurt the person who did it... So, I'm not too sure... But... I think I might love him. I know it's silly since I haven't even known him that long but..."
Finn nodded. Blaine might be confused about how he felt, but Finn wasn't. The whole time Blaine was explaining this, Finn saw that he still never let go of Kurt's hand...
In fact, he held it tighter.
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On Sunday, two nurses walked into Kurt's room with a wheelchair. It was time for him to go home. The last day had been uneventful, and his 48 hour watch was over. He looked at the wheelchair with a raised eyebrow. "Is that really necessary? I can still walk you know."
Finn and Blaine smiled. Even in this dark part of life, Kurt still managed to be sassy.
"It's standard procedure," said the nurse with a laugh "It's just until you get to the pick up area, where someone can pick you up, or you can walk to the car."
Kurt nodded and complied.
Finn and Blaine still took either hand of Kurt's as they wheeled down the hospital. As they came into the lobby, an older man looked at the three of them with disgust. "Bunch of faggots..." he said, just loud enough for them to hear.
Kurt and Blaine flinched.
Finn whirled around to face him, fists clenched. "The fuck did you just say?"
The man stood up and faced Finn, his face considerably lower. "I said... That you're all a bunch of FAGS!"
"You don't know shit!" spat Finn. "That's my brother and that's his best friend... Do you know why he's in the fucking hospital? Because some arrogant asshole like yourself raped him!"
The man snorted. "Serves him right for being a fag!"
Finn drew his fist back and the man flinched in anticipation.
"FINN!" cried Kurt and Blaine in unison.
Finn put his fist down but looked the man straight in the eye. The man sneered. "You three are all going to hell."
Finn never broke eye contact. "Then I guess we'll see you there..."
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Finn and Kurt were waiting for Blaine to bring around Finn's truck in the pick up area. Blaine finally arrived and Finn excused himself. "I uh, I left something in the room..."
"Well hurry up!" cried Kurt. "I'm already behind on my moisturizing routine."
Finn smiled sadly and forced a laugh and an "Ok". How could Kurt be so strong? Finn hadn't even been the victim and couldn't help but tear up whenever it was brought up. He turned around with a shaky breath when he realized the lump in his throat was coming up.
He ran back into the hospital, and looked for the man who had called his brother a fag.
He was sitting on a couch now, reading a newspaper. Finn walked up to him and stood there as he waited to be acknowledged. The man looked up, threw his paper down and stood up. "What the hell do you want?" he asked.
"Just to do this!" Finn grabbed his man by the shoulders and brought his knee to the mans crotch. The man crumpled to the floor in pain as Finn ran out of the door and hopped into the truck. "Drive!"
"What!" cried Blaine.
"JUST DRIVE!" Blaine put the pedal to the metal, too afraid to look back.
XXX
The man was crumpled on the floor in pain when a security guard came over to him. "Sir! What happened?"
In an unusually high pitched voice, the man replied, "The fag kicked me in the balls." he squealed.
The officer clenched his fists. Another ignorant asshole... Great. "Sir, a fag is a cigarette. I highly doubt that a cigarette came in and knees you in the family jewels... Unless you're hallucinating, in which case, I may have to take you on for a drug test."
The man gaped at him. "Fine! That homo," he spat the word with the most disgust possible. "came and kneed me in the fucking balls! Aren't you going to do anything!"
The policeman shrugged. "I don't know sir, there seems to be a lack of witnesses..."
The man's eyes bulged in anger. "Are you fucking kidding me! There are so many people here!"
The policeman turned to an elderly Black woman reading a magazine. "Excuse me miss?" She looked up at him. "Did you see anything?"
She smiled sweetly. She'd seen the whole thing... And the bastard deserved what he got... Nobody deserved to be treated with such disrespect, no matter who or what they were. She shrugged and shook her head. "I didn't see anything except for this man here harassing those three nice, young men earlier..."
The policeman looked at the man. "I'm sorry sir..." he shrugged. "Nothing I can do bout it."
"THIS IS SO MUCH MOTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT!"
"SIR!" yelled the officer, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises immediately! There are young children who don't need to be exposed to this kind of poison! So if you'll kindly be excused..."
The man huffed and swiveled around and stormed out of the hospital, never to return.
And that was fine by everyone else...
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"Finn!" said Kurt. "I don't ever- and I mean EVER! -want you to pull shit like that again! You hear me! Jesus! You could've been arrested!"
Finn gritted his teeth. "But Kurt! You heard what he said! It was horrible and rude and-and sick!... Hearing someone call you that made me remember when I did..." tears started rolling down Finn's cheek. "I'm so sorry... I-"
Kurt stopped him before he could continue. "Finn! I forgave you for that a LONG time ago! And besides, I'm used to getting called names like that... Don't sweat it..."
"But Kurt-"
Kurt held up a hand. "Just... Drop it..." Finn finally fell silent. "Oh and Finn?" he turned to face Kurt who smiled lightly. "Thank you."
They reached their house about twenty minutes later. Finn, Blaine, and Kurt were greeted at the Hudmel home with nothing but smiles.
Burt wrapped Kurt in a hug, fighting back tears. Burt pulled back and stroked his sons hair. "Kurt... The officer from the hospital is here... She wants to know if you're ready to file an official report..."
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A/N: I don't know much about PTSD, but I plan to troll the Internet and learn all I can about that and the legal system so that I can make this story as realistic as possible.