I don't want to say too much but I think we're all thinking of the friends and family of Cory Monteith today.

I can't remember or find what name I gave Blaine's doctor so I'm sorry if I've changed it.

Burt gave a deep sigh as he settled down into the couch and cracked open his beer. Just as he turned on the match that he had recorded a few weeks ago so that he could go see some musical thingy with Kurt the phone started ringing. He paused the t.v. and got up with a groan, his back had been killing him lately.

"Hello."

"DAD! DAD!"

His stomach sank at the panic in his son's voice.

"It's me Kurt, what's happening?"

"Blaine's been stabbed."

"Shit."

"We're in the ambulance."

"I'll meet you at the hospital okay, don't panic I'm on my way."

Kurt rushed straight up to him the moment that he walked into the hospital. The next thing he knew he had his son against his chest looking for comfort like he used to as a little child.

He was pulling away almost instantly.

A look of wild panic in his eyes.

"They were all rushing round him getting things done but now they seem to have stopped and I don't know what's going on."

"Okay, where is he?"

"Down the hallway on the left."

"Okay, you go back and be with Blaine. I'm going to go ask the receptionist what's happening."

Kurt nodded with such wide eyed trust. Burt found himself silently praying though he wasn't the most religious of men. 'Please god, he lost his mother don't take Blaine from him too'.

The lady behind the desk was staring at her computer screen typing.

"Excuse me Miss, can you tell me about the status of Blaine Hummel."

She glanced up at him over her glasses and unemotionally looked around the room and hailed a passing nurse.

"Can you take Mr.."

"Hummel."

"To emergency room four."

The pretty African nurse nodded.

"Come with me Mr. Hummel."

Burt followed her along a hallway where he saw Kurt stood outside a door looking nervous. Burt nodded at him and followed the nurse through the two doors into the single emergency room. He could see Blaine bare chested and blood covered on the bed. He found himself looking away.

But something was wrong because the doctor and two nurses were having a tense and quiet conversation next tot he bed.

"Hello, congressman Hummel, I'm Blaine's guardian."

"Are you it's owner?" The doctor (a fifty something grey haired man) said.

"No, that's my son."

"This is not a clinic for slaves."

"So? We're paying for his care. His a Human being, a young boy, you can't just decide to not treat him because his a slave."

"Actually, that's exactly what I can do."

"Mr. Hummel, Nurse Justin and myself don't agree." The younger nurse said.

"This is ridiculous, I mean.. look at that boy.. there's so much blood. I mean, can anybody explain to me what sort of state his in?"

"The knife hit an important blood vessel, his lost a lot of blood."

"Then stop it."

"Mr. Hummel, I refuse to treat a slave."

"Then go get me somebody who will."

"This institute refuses to treat slaves."

"Stop the bleeding or I swear to god I will do everything that is within my power and as a congressman believe me I do have power."

The doctor folded his arms and stared at him for a second. Then he turned to the nurses.

"Fine, get him some pressure packs, stem the bleeding but don't do anything else. "

After Blaine gets stabbed they got to the hospital eventually drive him to the clinic after calling them.

Just stop the bleeding, or I swear I will cause you so much trouble, I will pull every string a congressman can pull.

"Put a pressure pad on it. I'm calling in my own reinforcements."

Kurt was pale when Burt walked into the corridor. He stared at his son trying to figure out what he could say to his son. The world was too cruel, he had no idea what had happened to his son tonight but it was bad and he couldn't bring himself to tell his son that his boyfriend couldn't get treatment because the world saw him as less than human.

"I'm going to sort this out Kurt."

"I don't understand, why aren't they doing anything?"

"They're stopping the bleeding right now."

"And then they're going to go sew him up and his going to get better right?"

Kurt hadn't looked so young and small in years.

"Okay. Okay." Burt said deciding to call Blaine's doctor, Sandra.. she'd always told him just to call him Sandra. But she was a doctor so she know what to do and if she couldn't help then she could find him somebody who could.

The voice that answered the phone sounded tired.

"HI Sandra this is Burt Hummel. Blaine's been stabbed, we're at the hospital but they're refusing to treat him."

"Do you know how serious the wound is?"

"He's unconscious, he's lost a lot of blood."

"Where is the wound?"

"I think it's just below his ribs."

"Front or back?"

"Towards the back."

"Have they done anything to stop the bleeding?"

"After threatening them yes."

"Okay, can you get him to the clinic?"

"Yes."

"You have to be careful not to restart the bleeding."

"I'll be as careful as possible."

"I'll meet you there."

"Okay, thanks Sandra."

"Okay, Kurt. We're driving Blaine to his doctors."

"Driving him? But Dad, he shouldn't be moved."

"Kurt." Burt took his son by his shoulders. "We're just going to have to do this. Okay, for Blaine."

Kurt looked up at him in silence for a moment and then he saw something harden behind his eyes and a slight tension in his jaw.

"Okay."

Burt led the way back into the emergency room. He was glad to see that Blaine had been tidied up a bit. The blood had been cleaned up and there was bandage around his middle. At least Kurt had not had to see him in that state.

Burt walked over to the bed and was surprised to see the boy stir and open his eyes. Burt had a feeling that he had no idea what was going on but he talked to him anyways.

"Hey Kid, you're going to be fine. We just have to take you to a different doctor okay. A better doctor. They're going to be much better. Do you understand?" Burt was surprised when the boy gave a little nod. Kurt came over and took Blaine's hand.

"Hey hunny."

Blaine looked uncomfortable for a moment and licked his lips.

"You kay?" His whispered wincing and growing even paler.

"Yes. I'm fine." Burt turned away as his son turned to kiss his boyfriend. It just felt like a private moment.

"We're going to get you all better okay?"

Burt turned to the nurses.

"Thank you for looking after him." Burt said. "I know it's hard for you to have gone against that doctor but I need your help again. I need you to help me get him to the car."

"The car?" The older of the two nurses asked. "He shouldn't be moved."

"He needs help and soon right, is he going to get it here?"

"In all honestly, not within the next couple of hours. This has happened before but admittedly not with a senator. It didn't end well. And he's going to get worse if it's not taken care of now."

"Wait, do you have somewhere to take him where you are sure he could get treated faster?" The other nurse asked.

"Yes."

The two nurses shared a look.

"Okay, we'll grab a trolley and help you."

"Thank you."

As Burt waited he tried not to watch his son whispering to Blaine. His son was in love. There was no denying it, not seeing that fear in his eyes and the desperation and then the way it all feel from his face when he knew that Blaine was conscious so the boy wouldn't see his own fear. After a few minutes Kurt turned to him.

"He's unconscious again."

"Kurt, what happened tonight?"

"We were just walking from the cinema to the ice cream shop. Some guys jumped us, It happened really quickly. I didn't know one had a knife. I just thought they were going to call us names and push us around a bit. I had no idea, I.. if I'd known maybe I could have stopped it. I didn't even try to protect him Dad."

"Kurt, I don't think you could have done anything."

"They winded me but I could have done something instead of just being.. stupid!"

He was shouting tears running down his face.

"Come here." Burt held his hands out and held his shaking son close to him.

"You couldn't have known Kurt. I'm sure Blaine is just happy that you didn't get hurt too.." Burt had a sudden shiver of dread and he pulled away to look down at his son. "They didn't did they?"

"No." Kurt shook his head. "They hit me but they didn't, I don't think I'm hurt. It's just Blaine... Dad, I can't... I can't lose him."

"You won't. Okay I promise you." Burt knew he was making a promise he didn't know if he could keep. But he knew if he promised then Kurt would believe him, and he couldn't bare to see this panic in his son's eyes. There was so much in this world he needed to protect his son from. And he wouldn't be able to, he knew that but right now he was going to try. He pulled him back into a hug.

There hug was stopped by the sound of the door banging open and the two nurses rolling in the trolley bed.

"We'll need some help to move him as smoothly as possible."

As Burt nodded Kurt wiped the tears from his eyes then his back straightened and that hard edge came back into him. It worried Burt to see it but thy had to get Blaine to the clinic and face the next few hours and whatever Kurt needed to get through Burt would accept.

"Okay." The older nurse said as they gathered around Blaine's bed. "We're going to put the trolly on one side of the bed and we're going to carefully move him over."

The move went smoothly, Blaine didn't wake up. Burt noticed Kurt's eyes widen and fix on the small red spot that started to spread on the clean white bandage.

"He'll be there soon." Burt said.

"You'll have to call us and let us know how he does."

"Thank you for this."

"He's such a young boy. Innocent looking."

"He is innocent." Kurt said. "He's never done anything to hurt anybody in his life. He was just trying to stop them from hurting me." He still hadn't taken his eyes off of that red spot.

They were silent as they rolled him through the hospital, there were people staring at them. The doctor from earlier watching with a disgusted look on his face. He knew the nurses were going to get into some serious trouble but he was going to concentrate on Blaine for now. Perhaps he could pull some strings and do something for them later.

"Kurt." Burt looked over, Blaine's eyes were still closed but the skin around them was crinkled as if he were in pain.

"I'm still here sweetie." Kurt said clutching onto his hand.

They were as careful as possible as they managed the bumps of the car park but when they got to Burt's car it was obvious that there was not going to be an easy way to get him into the car. Especially as they couldn't steal hospital property with the trolley however much he wished he could.

"Okay, Kurt get in the other side."

"It's going to be okay Blaine." Kurt said quickly letting go of his hand.

Burt took a deep breath and glanced at the nurses. He could tell by the look on their faces that this was not going to be easy.

"Okay Blaine." The nurse said gently. "We're going to lift you on three okay. Burt you just shift your hands under his shoulders."

Burt looked up at his son in the car. Why had he picked one that was so high. Kurt nodded to let him know he was ready. Burt slide his arm under the shoulders of the young man and with a small look between the two nurses they knew they were ready.

"Okay, three, two, one."

As Burt lifted up the boy there was a gut wrenching scream of pain but he kept his eyes on the car door as he climbed up next to the seats trying to maneuver the boy in. He had no idea how they'd got him in. It obviously wasn't smooth but they managed and now he just had to get him to the clinic quickly.

"Blaine Blaine, Dad he's passed out." Kurt said his hands already going to Blaine's face and hair.

"Probably for the best. We'll get him through this."

Burt looked over at the nurses.

"Thanks."

"Look after him."

Burt moved out of the car and jumped into the front. He glanced back in the mirror once to see Kurt staring down at Blaine his hands running through his hair. Burt couldn't hear him but he could swear that Kurt's lips were moving in a silent song. or maybe he'd taken up praying.

It was one of the longest journeys of his life though the clinic was only forty minutes away. Afterwards he couldn't remember anything of the drive. It was strangely like the final drive he had made to visit his wife in hospital.

Kurt stared down at his boyfriend, he was so pale, there was black around his eyes, even his lips had lost there color. He didn't feel anything when he looked at him though. He had entered into a strange kind of calm. Though he noticed his fingers were trembling, he couldn't think. He knew that Blaine was in danger, he knew this was bad. He'd been so scared only and hour ago but something in him was now dulled. As he stroked his fingers through Blaine's hair still and curly as usual and listened to his rasping breaths all he could think of was Blaine lying in his arms asleep his features soft and relaxed. Or the last time they had sat in the choir room together laughing as Kurt tried to play a tune and kept missing notes. Blaine was so patient as he tried to teach him but Kurt couldn't focus he just kept on looking at those quirked up lips and bright eyes and wanting to lean in and kiss him. The one thing that kept entering his mind the one thing that was forcing him not to think was 'what if I never get to see him smile at me like that again? What if I never get to see him sleeping again? What if I never get to hear him sing again? What if I lose him?

He didn't even notice the car slowing down.

"Kurt, we're here."

Kurt glanced out the window.

"Dad, how do we.."

Kurt looked out the room and saw Blaine's doctor, Sandra Finch. she looked tired and was wearing jeans and a pink t-shirt. Kurt stared at her. They were on their own at the clinic after hours and there was only this doctor there to help them.

His side door was being opened and she was looking down at him.

"How long ago?"

Kurt shook his head not knowing he tried to think through the fogginess in his mind.

"Between two and three hours."

She meet his eyes. She looked sharp and severe but Kurt felt an instant trust in her. They had called and she had answered when others had turned their back. Why? Because of a few numbers and letters tattooed across his wrist.

"It's only a dozen meters, do you think you can manage?"

"I'm here."

"Dad no." Kurt shook his head. "Your heart. I can manage." Kurt gently took Blaine's head and laid it down on the seat as he climbed out then he awkwardly reached back in and scooped his boyfriend into his arms. He held him close the weight heavy in his arms. He knew the way he was holding him cooped up was going to disturb his wound and make him bleed but as he picked him up Blaine's eyes didn't even flutter. He followed the doctor into the clinic just looking forwards to try and concentrating on getting to the little bed he knew was in the back room.

He laid him down carefully noticing that the red on the bandage had grown. The moment he'd put him down though he was unceremoniously pushed out of the way. Doctor Finch was staring intently at Blaine she was putting her hand across his forehead, lifting his eyelids then she turned her attention to the wound she carefully pulled off the bandage and then Kurt felt a hand against his shoulder.

"Come on."

He let his dad pull him out of the room. Kurt looked around and saw that they were in the room he had been in a few weeks before when he went to talk about.. those problems seemed so small now.

"I'll get you some water." His Dad said as Kurt sat down on the chair next to the desk.
Kurt blanked out until a glass was put down before him.

He heard his Dad sigh.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's about Blaine now."

"I know." He said sitting down across from him. "And I'm worried him but I'm worried about you too. You might not have been as hurt as Blaine but it's obvious.."

"Can we drop this for now and just concentrate on Blaine. He's..." Kurt couldn't voice the thoughts that were running through his mind. His Dad didn't [push him and they sat in silence. Kurt had no idea how much time past, his mind wasn't working. He was just filled with a kind of emotional exhaustion. He didn't want to think because all thoughts led to a painful conclusion. But memories did pass through his mind, Blaine had changed him so much. He hadn't even realized it, he'd been so much happier, he'd always had somebody to talk to, somebody to go home too. He'd been less lonely, he'd never truly believed this could happen for him. He'd never believed that he could fall in love like this.

He jumped to his feet as he heard the door open. Doctor Finch didn't look at him she was instead peeling a pair of gloves off her hands and pulling a new pair out of a box on the side.

"Okay, it's not as bad as it looks. He lost a lot of blood and they nicked an artery but they didn't hit any organs. That's the good thing."

"Is he going to be okay?" Kurt asked.

"Just have faith. In hospital he'd have a blood transfusion too be on the safe side. As it is he's just on the right side of being able to recover on his own. It'll take a lot of rest and we can give him something to help the blood production along. The problem is keeping him hydrated and making sure there's no infection. Now, I need you to stay here whilst I go and stitch him up. Then I'm going to come and check you out Mr. Hummel. No arguments."

"Thank you, just thank you."

"Kurt, Kurt."

Kurt opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he'd been sleeping. Why was he stretched out on the soft chairs in the waiting room? He looked up at his dad.

"Blaine?"

"The doc thinks he's going to be fine. Look, Kurt, Sandra has taken some big risks bringing Blaine here. We need to move him."

"Again?"

"I know Kurt, but it's not just Blaine we have to think about here. You know I adore the boy I mean he'd been brilliant for you and he's been brilliant at the garage and I don't want anything to happen to him. But if Sandra gets caught doing something that she shouldn't then there will be no place for any of the slaves in this area to receive medical treatment. You know Blaine wouldn't want that."
Kurt tried to shake himself awake, his mind was working slowly for some reason.
He wished he could argue, he wanted Blaine to stay here where he was safe. Where the doctor would look after him. But he knew that Blaine wouldn't want the clinic to close down.

"Blaine wouldn't want that." Kurt said with a sigh. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Only about two hours." Burt said.

"Blaine's okay?" Kurt just had to ask again. He tried to remember the last few hours of the previous night. he had some vague recollections of sitting with Blaine, stitched up and freshly bandaged and looking just too still.

"Blaine's okay." A clear female voice said from behind him. "But we do have to move him Kurt, I have three men bringing their slaves in today and they always look around this place as if looking for fault. You have no idea how many inspections I get to make sure everything above the board. And this is definitely not above the board. You were meant to report the attack."

"We could still report it." Kurt said.

"No." Burt interrupted. "You can't Kurt, it doesn't matter what you would say, if a slave is involved in a crime that's it."
"What do you mean that's it?"

"He'd get sent back to the training center." Sandra answered when his dad hesitated.

"But they'd kill him." Kurt said staring between the two of them.

"Basically put Mr. Hummel, you're not going to be pressing charges and there is no way for Blaine to get above the board treatment. There will be no paperwork and he can't stay here but I'm going to visit you this afternoon to check how you're doing. I want you to phone in some information for me every morning and i'll be visiting him once a day. We're going to make sure he gets well. Joint effort."

Kurt nodded.

"Thank you so much for all of this."

"No problem. I've never seen a slave recover from the slave mentality. I thought he was going to make it. This may set him back but.. after all these years I need to see one person do well. One person be happy."

She turned away the minute she finished speaking as if she'd said something that embarrassed her. It was the first time Kurt had seen her as a Human, she probably got to see the worst of humanity every day and yet she carried on because she thought she could help.

"I've called a van, a man we can trust and we'll take him on the trolley bed. I've got supplies. He's going to be hooked up to the I.V but I've talked to Carol and she won't have any problem in changing it."

Kurt nodded, he'd not even asked his dad if he'd talked to Carol or Finn.

The man with the van arrived a few moments later, it had a ramp going into the back. Kurt held onto the I'V bag as they rolled Blaine out. Blaine opened his eyes at the movement. But as he came too blinking he started making a low pitched moaning sound. He opened his eyes looking around and focused on Kurt. Sweat was already forming on his brow. He let out a deep groan and gasp as they maneuvered the trolley bed out into the cool morning air. It was early enough to still be still, nobody was awake yet. Kurt looked nervously around for a moment to make sure nobody was watching them but as Blaine let out yet another groan he looked at him again.

"Hunny, hunny." Blaine didn't seem to realize he was talking to him. "He's in pain." Kurt said to Sandra.

"Kurt?" Kurt looked down and saw Blaine was now focused on him. "Where?"

"You're safe, you're okay. You've been stitched up and we're taking you home. Just relax, okay." He stroked his hair with his free hand.

"Okay, I'm giving him a shot of morphine, don't ask where I got it." Sandra said pushing a needle into Blaine's arm. They rolled him onto the van and Kurt listened to his dad thank Sandra as she quietly gave him instructions on how to look after Blaine. Burt looked at him as he went to close the van door.

"You ready?"

"I think we are." Blaine's face was already starting to become more relaxed.

"We'll make it as smooth as possible but if anything goes wrong then the partition is really thin and you can just shout."

"Okay."

They were plunged into half darkness as Burt closed the van door. The engine started with a small jerk but Kurt could tell they were moving slowly and smoothly, they took the first corner gently as his dad had promised.

Kurt had thought Blaine had gone back to sleep when he heard his voice quietly in the dark.

"Kurt, Kurt I love you."

Kurt looked down at his face, still pale in the darkness. He could make out the shine of his eyes staring up at him. They were the words he had secretly been hoping to hear for the last month, the words he'd bitten back himself a couple of times but this wasn't the situation he wanted to hear them in. In this situation they felt wrong.

"No goodbyes."

"Not a goodbye. I should tell you every day." Blaine said softly.

Kurt bent down and kissed him.

"I love you too."

He should have told him sooner.

Kurt listened to Blaine's breathing grow steadier and steadier. Alone in the darkness of the back of the van it was the only thing that kept him from feeling like he was going insane. It let him know that he was okay. It seemed like a whole day had past when the van stopped.

"Blaine, Blaine sweetie. We're home now, everything's alright now."

"You make me feel like I'm walking on the moon." Blaine said in a sleepy voice.

"That's the pain killers." Kurt said smiling fondly.

"No, it's you."

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