Just a reminder that I have no proper medical training (or police/ law training), I've just gone with what feels right for the story.

He was aware of a strange noise as he slowly opened his eye lids. The room was semi dark and it took him a moment to realise he wasn't in his dorm but rather the medical suite. Kurt tried to sit up letting out a yelp as he pushed on his injured arm, a hot jolt shooting up the arm and a different duller achy feeling in his ribs.

Nurse Andrews came rushing through and seeing Kurt awake helped him into a sitting position before she turned on the lights. He heard the strange noise again before he realised it was his phone, someone had sent him a text, even without looking he knew it would be from Blaine.

"What time is it?" Kurt asked quietly.

"Just after 2pm."

Blinking a few times to try and clear the sleepy fog Kurt remembered that the nurse had brought him to change his dressing. A blush rising in his cheeks he realised he must have fallen asleep.

Correctly reading his body language Nurse Andrews leaned over to check his dressing was still intact and said, "I asked you to lie down while I checked your ribs but when I left to put things away you fell asleep. You looked like you hadn't slept much last night so in the interest of your health I let you sleep on. You've slept for nearly 3 hours. Now wait there a moment and I'll get you something to eat."

Kurt wasn't the least bit interested in eating, he had missed the whole of home economics and now most of French. He was going to be in trouble for cutting classes and that was the last thing he needed.

"Kurt you look upset, what's wrong?" the blonde adult asked and then realised as he looked towards his bag and the door. "I emailed your teachers, they know you are here. I'd rather you stayed here for the rest of the day or went back to your dorm but something tells me you aren't going to."

"No I want to return to my classes, I don't want to fall further behind."

"OK Kurt, here's the deal. You eat the sandwich, drink the juice and I check your blood pressure is alright and I will let you go to your last two classes provided you wear the sling. I need to see you at some point tomorrow to change your dressing again. If I see you without the sling I will have you signed off and send you home until your doctor says the stitches are out. You know that you are signed off all sports for 4 weeks minimum, again until the doctor says you are able to compete. Finally Kurt if you are in pain you come and see me, the teachers know that you were in an accident so they won't stop you. I'll let you eat now, next class starts in 20 minutes."

With that Nurse Andrews left the room and Kurt was faced with a carton of apple juice and a cheese roll. He really did not want to eat anything, his stomach was churning but he knew if he wanted to go to music he had to finish both. As he chewed he remembered the text message that had woken him and also the fact he was about to see Blaine. He loved his music class and especially the fact it was with Blaine (and David and Wes) but he was also pretty apprehensive. He knew Blaine would be worried and he hadn't been very nice to his boyfriend last night or this morning.

He pulled his phone out of the bag with a big sigh, he hated making Blaine upset and he knew that's what he had done. He needed to find a way to make it up to him without explaining about the weekend, he wasn't ready for that yet.

Smiling slightly at Blaine's message he sent a quick message back:

I'm fine. See you in music.

Nurse Andrews came in just as Kurt was putting his phone back in his bag. She smiled at him seeing that he had eaten his lunch.

"That's good Kurt, well done. Now let's sort out your uniform and get the sling comfortable. I'll pin the left sleeve of your blazer so it doesn't flap around as you walk."

Kurt was about to argue about not needing the sling but as he opened his mouth he saw the petite nurse take a deep breath, clearly about to lay down the law again and he remembered her threat of having him sent home until his stitches were taken out. He sat up straight and allowed her to fit it, tightening the straps at his neck so it sat at just the right height.

"If you just unclip here at night then you can slide the sling off like this and then back on in the morning," she said showing him the little tricks. "Here's a couple of pain killers to get you through the rest of the afternoon and remember if the pain gets too much you come and see me."

By this time the warning bell had already rung and Kurt was getting agitated. He didn't think he would get in trouble from Mrs Daniels for being a minute or two late but he couldn't be sure. Gulping down the tablets and water he grabbed his bag and went to run out the door before Nurse Andrews blocked his way.

"Kurt," she said sternly, "You are not permitted to rush anywhere. Here is a late slip for your next class and I will notify all your teachers that you may be late. You must take care, I don't want you to injure yourself anymore." Thanking the nurse Kurt cautiously made his way out into the corridor and towards his music class.

….

"Will you stop freaking out?" said Wes half serious, half amused. Blaine was going crazy starring at the music room door and repeatedly checking his phone.

"So where is he then? You don't text to say you'll see someone in class and then just not turn up!"

"Maybe he's just running late, perhaps he got held up in French."

"No, I checked his classroom as I walked by and there was no one there. And I saw Adam on the way here and he said Kurt hadn't been in French." Blaine was almost hyperventilating, his panic reaching epic proportions and his eyes were still on the door when Mrs Daniels stood right next to him continuing talking about chords. This was enough to bring Blaine out of his daze and he looked towards the teacher with a nod of apology.

After a few minutes Mrs Daniels handed out sheets and gave them five minutes in their groups to complete the chord sequences. Just as she handed out the last sheet the door opened and Kurt walked in. Blaine had never been so relieved and then he spotted the sling and looked at David and Wes in surprise.

Kurt kept his eyes down, knowing he would have to face enough stares and went over to the teacher. He handed her the late slip and glancing over it quickly she nodded at the young boy.

"If you join your group they'll explain what we're doing."

Kurt made his way over to the group and placing his bag on the table turned to smile at Blaine. "Hi," he said cautiously.

"An accident at the nurse," said Blaine pointing at the sling very confused.

"Erm no, I should have been wearing it this morning and last night. She's threatened me, told me I have to wear it."

"Boys at the back, I don't think that is chord structure you are discussing. Back to task please," the teacher's voice was calm but the message very clear.

"We'll talk later," said Blaine quietly before raising his voice, "so if we take the all sharps out of these chords how does that effect this chord pattern." The other three boys giggled and Kurt felt a wave of love go through him despite his fear of having to talk to Blaine 'later'.

Mrs Daniels had just explained to the class that in the fifteen minutes of the lesson they had left they were to start formulating questions to use in their group presentations to be held in three weeks time. There was a quiet buzz around the room as the groups started to throw around ideas and Blaine was finally starting to relax as he listened to Kurt talk about Mr Shue's bizarre passion for disco music.

Wes took over talking about his mum knowing the words to every Beatles song when Blaine noticed Kurt's hand was trembling badly. He looked over and saw his face was almost white as he starred intently at the door. Mrs Daniels was over talking to the dean and behind them stood two police officers. Before Blaine could say anything Mrs Daniels was over at the table and very quietly asked Kurt to gather his things as the dean needed to see him straight away.

Nodding his head slightly Kurt stood up and tried to put his music notebook in his bag but his hand was shaking so much he couldn't manage. David and Wes were watching with matching puzzled expressions, from their position in the room they couldn't see the officers and didn't understand this sudden change in Kurt's behaviour.

Again Blaine stepped in and put the book in the bag and then gave Kurt's hand a squeeze before whispering "Courage." Kurt tried to smile but could not disguise the terror on his face and he walked out of the room as bravely as he could. Blaine wanted to chase after him, find out what was going on and protect his boyfriend but while Kurt had clearly been frightened he didn't seem particularly surprised.

The arrival of the police had, of course, caused great excitement in the classroom and any thought of work had been forgotten. Being up in the corner David and Wes were still in the dark, unable to make out any of the whispered conversations.

"Hey Blaine, what's going on? Where's Kurt going?" asked David, kicking Blaine under the table to bring his attention back from the door.

"The dean was here with two police officers, they want to talk to Kurt. So Wes I guess Kurt won't be at practise today."

At that moment Mrs Daniels began playing scales on the piano, her sign for the boys to stop talking and sing along. Blaine's eyes stayed trained on the door however as he hoped Kurt would reappear quickly but sensing he wasn't going to get any answers tonight.