A/N: Sorry for the delay. This part is a completely different story, so I sort of had to change my mindset for it.
Finn watched Kurt sleep. The relief that had rushed through him at seeing his brother alive and safe had vanished in the past two minutes. Because Kurt wasn't okay. He was hurt, and upset.
Finn kept looking down at his unbuttoned pants.
They could have come undone while Kurt was sleeping. He'd obviously fought with his attacker, so it could have happened then as well.
Then why were Kurt's socks still halfway up the staircase?
Now that he'd passed out, Kurt's body was relaxed, legs splayed out in front of him, arms at his sides. Finn scanned his body. Were there bruises underneath his clothes? Did the guy try to take his pants off of him? Did he succeed?
Sirens roared in the distance. The ambulance would be here soon. What should he do?
It was just like when Finn had been upstairs, trapped in the kitchen with the man and the gun, not knowing what was happening in the basement; he was helpless to protect him, useless, even sitting in front of him.
Finn wanted to button Kurt's pants. They weren't even all the way zipped up. What if they did just come apart accidentally? What would the paramedics think? What would Burt think? And his mom?
Charlie groaned behind him, maybe starting to wake up. Finn remembered that he was supposed to go somewhere safe, away from the intruders. He just couldn't. He couldn't move Kurt.
He heard the sirens stop outside the house and people moving around upstairs. Finn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, telling himself firmly that it was the paramedics. He moved closer to Kurt so he could hold onto his arm; he just felt better when he could touch him.
The paramedics were in the kitchen, Finn could tell. The ceiling above him squeaked and he remembered Craig, lying across the floor with blood pouring out of his head. The footsteps moved to the living room.
"We're down here!" Finn called out, casting one last glance at the unconscious man behind him before reaching down with shaking hands to zip and button his stepbrother's pants.
Three guys in suits hustled down the stairs. One of them asked Finn if he's ok, while another looked at Kurt, feeling around his head, wrist, and ribs, and the last guy checked Charlie's pulse and head. Finn told him about his chest pain and let the guy push on his ribs before being told that he was fine. Kurt and Charlie were soon on stretchers and being carried upstairs while two policemen approached Finn, stopping him from following the paramedics.
"Do you live here son?" One asked him. They were both older guys, and Finn just wanted to follow Kurt and at least be there when he woke up. Maybe he shouldn't have buttoned his pants? What if he's...hurt, and the paramedics don't know it? Finn's chest still hurt really bad.
"Yeah," he finally replied. He told them his name and what had happened to him. They told him that Craig was dead, probably died on impact, and that it was very apparently self defense but he should still not leave the state any time soon. Finn just nodded numbly. They'd just told him he'd killed someone and then wandered up the stairs discussing lunch options.
He had to get to Kurt.
One ambulance was still on the street when Finn went outside, and he watched as Craig's body was lifted onto a stretcher, zipped into a black bag, and loaded into the back of it. His breathing picked up again. He looked over at the policemen, but they weren't paying any attention to him, just standing around chatting and writing in notebooks. Finn had never wanted to see his mother so much in his whole life.
Half an hour ago he'd been playing video games and now he was a murderer. And Kurt...
By the time Finn finally found Kurt's keys and made it to the hospital, Kurt was settled into a room. He looked tiny in a blue hospital gown and white cast, his hair in disarray from gauze and the right side of his face covered in bruises. But he was awake. Sort of.
Finn rushed in, feeling another shudder of relief wash through him and being able to touch his living friend again.
"Hey, Kurt," he half-whispered. He received only a dazed gaze in return. "How are you feeling?"
Kurt sort of shrugged. Finn's hand found his arm again and his other took Kurt's hand.
Finn had to ask. He had to know. "What happened in the basement, Kurt?"
And Kurt looked geniunely confused, then just tired. "Nothing," he answered just as quietly.
Finn wanted to tell him about the zipper, the button, to ask him why ...it just seemed so awkward and Kurt looked so tired. Overwhelmed with guilt, Finn watched him fall asleep instead.
A doctor, Dr. Stone, appeared in the doorway fifteen minutes later to check Kurt's chart and tell Finn that their parents would be there any minute.
Finn couldn't take it anymore. He wouldn't be able to take it if Kurt were hurt and he couldn't get help because Finn hid it from everyone.
"His pants were unbuttoned!" he blurted out to the doctor.
"Excuse me?"
Finn breathed. "When I found him, his pants were unbuttoned and kind of unzipped."
The doctor looked surprised. "Okay. You're saying you suspect sexual assault?"
Finn felt the blood leave his face. That was what he was trying to say.
"We can ask your brother when he wakes up," Dr. Stone offered.
"He may not tell," Finn blurted out. "He keeps stuff like that inside, you know? Bullying and being hurt..." He was just rambling, he knew.
"We'll see what he says," the doctor said firmly. "I'll talk to his father when he arrives about running a rape kit."
Finn nodded, feeling sick, guilty. He looked back at Kurt as the doctor left. He was so small and pale in the hospital bed. Craig had said that Charlie liked children. Was that what he'd meant? That he liked liked children?
He had to leave.
Just as he turned down the hall, Burt and Carole came rushing off the elevator.
"Finn!" his mother cried, looking terrified.
Finn froze, eyes on Burt.
"I'm sorry!" Finn promised, unable to move forward. "I'm so sorry Burt. I tried to protect him, I couldn't do anything! I'm sorry." His chest was tightening up again, his whole head too, and when his mom swung her arms around him and squeazed him he wasn't embarrassed that he sobbed into her shoulder.
