(AUTHORS NOTE: I didn't expect to have ANY favorites, watches, or most of all reviews in such a short time this story was up, so a great big thank you to everyone who did! I don't usually post more than one chapter a day…just not my thing, and my posts are most definitely NOT consistent, so bear with me here. I apologize for such heavy…emotions? But hey, I like drama, so I hope you enjoy this chapter, it'll get better, I swear, and spare me a review!)

"Mercedes…you'd better not be joking."

"Why would I joke about this? You need to come down here now."

"Where are you?"

"St. Rita's." Mercedes said and Kurt hung up. By the time Kurt got there, the Doctor still hadn't showed up and told them how Blaine was.

"What happened?" Kurt asked, Mary got up and hugged him

"He was attacked." She said, Kurt looked to Mercedes

"In the parking lot of CVS." She said, Kurt frowned deeply

"Why?"

"We don't know, sweetie." Mary said through her tears. Kurt kept scarily calm, sitting next to Mercedes with his hand clamped tightly in hers. The Doctor turned in to the waiting room and walked up to the little group.

"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson?" Mary nodded, James kept quiet. "Your son is in pretty bad shape." He said bluntly "He has three broken ribs, broken nose, fractured radius, his shoulder was out of the socket, and has extensive bruising." Mary was crying again by the time he finished, and Kurt looked extremely close to tears.

"You can go in and see him now, but he'll be waking up soon, but I feel we'll have to put him back under due to the pain he'll be in." Mary swallowed hard

"alright." She breathed. The little group followed the Doctor down the long hallway and into a small room that fit them all comfortably. Mercedes gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth at the sight of him. Now that the blood was gone she could see all the damage that had actually been done. He had a darkening bruise around his left eye and on the right side of his jaw, he had a cast around his right arm and she was sure there were bruises all over the rest of him. Mary rushed to his side and held his good hand. Blaine groaned in his sleep

"Katie…" he said, Mary's face went blank

"We forgot to call Katie!" she whispered, horrorstruck. James instantly pulled out his phone and went in the hallway to call their older daughter. Blaine turned his head and groaned again

"Katie…"

Despite what the doctor had told them, Blaine didn't wake up any time soon. He just kept sleeping, with an awful, terrified look on his face. Finally, a girl came in through the door, none too quietly and raced over to her brother. Katie Anderson could be Blaine's twin, she had dark, thick hair that fell in curls past her shoulders, hazel eyes, and arched black eyebrows. She was taller, though, and not as stocky as Blaine. She went to his side and held his hand, the same worried expression on her face as was on her mothers. Blaine's breathing suddenly changed, he took in quick little gasps and he slowly opened his eyes. At first they didn't focus on anything, but quickly locked on his sisters face. Nobody in the room –except Katie- was prepared for what happened next. Blaine steady-as-a-rock-always-kept-his-cool-always-there-for-everyone-else Anderson's face twisted into a mask of pain and hurt and fear and he flung himself into his sister's arms and sobbed. Kurt's jaw almost dropped, this was easily the most heartbreaking thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't stand it, the way Blaine was crying…it was like a child who'd just lost…everything. Kurt swallowed hard as he watched Katie smooth back Blaine's wildly curly hair. Somehow, this felt wildly intrusive, like this was some private moment that Kurt wasn't meant to see. He gently tugged on Mercedes hand and pulled her from the room. Once they were outside of the room, behind the curtains and out of view of the Andersons. Kurt sighed a shuddering breath and put a hand over his face. Mercedes put a hand on his shoulder, when he looked up at her his eyes were filled with tears.

"He's so…" Kurt groped for the right word, but Mercedes finished his sentence

"Broken." She offered quietly