Have you ever woken in a hospital? Have you ever wished you were somewhere but there? To have your body open for anyone's view, to have people constantly coming to conclusions and thinking they know your life story. I mean I'll put it this way; a murder can be completely justified, completely solved and the world has picked their new person to hate, but then 10 years later you find out they were innocent. Logic and reality are two very different things and just because you see a few bruises here and there, you still don't know me. Only I know who I am.

3rd POV

" ." The doctor called referring to Burt who was sitting worriedly across the entrance.

"Is he OK?" Burt asks gathering his coat and rushing over to the doctor. The Warbler's eyes were nailed on the doctor; they had not left the hospital since Kurt was rushed over here. Blaine however was not inside; instead he chose the outdoors to deal with this.

" , can I speak to you privately, I just need to ask you a few questions."

Burt stayed silent and nodded slightly before following the doctor into his office. The office was not that far away but it felt like Africa for him. He sat in the chair placed in front of the large and messy desk full of pictures and manila folders.

"You can breathe Mr. Hummel, Kurt is fine; he is stable and you may see him after I ask a few quick questions." Burt nodded practically begging for him to proceed so he can see his son.

"Have you noticed any weird behavior in your son?"

Burt looked as though he was thinking, but he knew very well that Kurt was different from how he remembered him. "What do you mean?"

"Kurt is exceptionally underweight." He paused. "Too underweight to be healthy, you see the reason he passed out was because he doesn't have enough energy and his body's only way of getting it was to send him back to sleep."

"You're saying…" It was almost a question or a continuation.

"Eating is another way to get energy, giving his current body weight I'd say he was starving himself."

"Kurt would never do that." But he had his doubts easy and they were ringing in his head faster than an Olympic runner. "I mean, I uh," his voice cracking with the possibility of his son doing something to harm his body. "I would give him his space since he's 18, and he would be going to New York soon… I just, I-I should have asked him, I s-sh-should have talked to him."

"Mr. Hummel, this isn't your fault, teenagers stop talking to their parents usually at the age of 14." The doctor says attempting to calm the older man. "Another thing."

Burt head snapped up wondering what that could be. "Cut and bruises are all over him, was he recently in a fight or…"

Burt didn't really have a response for this because he had no idea; had he been that much of a neglectful parent that he didn't see when his own son was harming himself, or worse, getting harmed by another person. "May I see him now?" The doctor nodded with a sympathetic smile casted on his face.

"I don't really want to fight right now ok." Blaine gritted at the sight of Sebastian walking toward him.

Sebastian just smiled and shook his head. "I'm not going to pretend to like you, because I don't."

Now annoyed. "How do you even know Kurt? Are you someone he fucked or something?"

"Long story… I really just don't get how you can be the reason someone is in the hospital, the reason someone changed who they are and still be so dismissive." He spat on the ground. "Maybe it has to do with this sick state or the ignorant bastards who live in it."

"You don't know anything about me."

"I know what you did to Kurt."

"I didn-!" anger filled his voice do to Sebastian's ignorance. "I love him, more than you will ever even comprehend; and I don't know why or how I became what I am but I hate myself every day for it."

"That you justification for it?"

"That's my life." He turned to face the taller boy. "Every day I wake up and remember what I did but… he just lets me; he never stops me." Turning back away from Seb.

"Still not seeing what you did be justified."

"I didn't want to do it you know…" He looked on the verge of tears. "It just, I hit him once and I would've fucking punched myself in the face if he wanted me to, I made up for it I did whatever he said, and we got back together. Then I hit him a second time and he came running back again, I didn't even have to apologize that time." Tears now freely falling down his face. "I'm a sick asshole who used the person I loved more than anything in the world for pain and sex and I wish more than anything I could take it back but it won't change a damn thing."

"So why are you still here? You know that will just hurt him more. I have not the slightest idea why Kurt loves you but he does, and that will never go away with you constantly here."

Tears on his face drying and nothing but guilt washing over him now. "What are you in love with him or something?"

"Love is for children," He began but stopped because now thinking was that something he actually was, in love, but he just as fast brushed it off because that just wasn't something Sebastian Smythe thought about. "And if you say you love him and you can do what you're doing to him, then I hope I never do fall in love."

Silence filled the air, no one would even begin to call it comfortable because it was down-right awkward. That's when 2 realizations came, one; that Blaine needed to get help, like mental help (That or either to be punched in the face. Two; that Sebastian now had a reason to be back in this god-forsaken state, he just didn't know exactly what that was or why.

Sebastian turned to walk inside and be with the warbler's, leaving Blaine to think to himself. He had hurt an innocent human being, not only that but it was Kurt, his Kurt, the Kurt that would do anything for any one and deserved the world on a silver platter. And maybe just maybe this Sebastian guy was right, maybe the reason that Kurt couldn't fully recover from his harsh ways was because he was still in the picture; but did he really want to leave Kurt? The answer was no, he liked the control that he got from him, to be honest he didn't want a god damn thing with any of the money Kurt made and most of it was being set aside for the day Kurt got the balls to leave, or did he actually want anyone to put his hands on Kurt in a harsh manner, but he could do it himself, right?

No he didn't want to leave Kurt, but for once he deserved to put something before himself, he might be back, and he's going to see Kurt again in school anyway, but for right now he needed to let Kurt heal because Kurt deserved to heal if nothing else.

Burt was sitting at the foot of the bed for god knows how long, to be honest he doesn't even remember blinking; but it was as if he was frozen in time. Kurt looked down right deathly; paled skin was lined with a darkened shadow, boney arms were entwined in the thin hospital blanket, an uneven heart beat but a heartbeat none the less was the only sound echoing through the small room. It was only when the tick tock on the clock was changed to a ding informing the beginning of a new hour did he come back to reality.

A heavy breath and the running of fingers through Kurt's once thick and soft hair was now ran through thin lifeless strands. "Kurt…" He wanted to continue so bad but he didn't have a thing to say, he knew it wasn't his fault, but he also knew he wasn't innocent. Kurt couldn't catch a break for anything and I think that's what hurt the most; that he had always been going through agony. In that moment he swore he heard a hoarse voice whisper "I'm sorry dad." But when he turned to his son; his lifeless form had not changed.

The warblers soon were given a chance to come into the room singing soft tunes and asking questions to Burt who had not answered a single one. See this is what Kurt didn't get the chance to see; a room full of people who want nothing more but for him to be better, especially a certain person.

Eventually Kurt awoken and was faced with 3 warblers and his father in the next room on a bench in the hall way. He only had one request; "where's Blaine."

There was only one answer. "He left."

Kurt never needed to know about the smaller details of that day because in time; when he did find out, they would hurt like hell. So he just cried and not a single person moved to comfort him; not even Sebastian, because he just needed to cry it out, all of it.

There is this thing about murder cases that I figure I should add onto this ass well, even if it takes 10 maybe even 20 years to get your justice; you'll get it, you always do.

A/N: So for any Blaine-stands (though I don't know why you'd be reading this) who are reading this story, boom! I didn't make him that much of an asshole! This is the begging of the road to beautiful recovery, and the many slip ups I plan to come with it!

See you all soon, Reviews and Follows are lovely.

Adios-RadHadder