Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: I know many of you probably want to kill me right now, which is why I didn't upload this story until I had a few chapters written. It's going to be a little while before Blaine's perspective pops up again for obvious reasons. First let's find out what's going on at Dalton, shall we?
Kurt had woken up to the sound of sirens not far from his dorm room, like most of the boys at Dalton. Everyone had gone to the windows when the sirens didn't disappear quickly and had been surprised to find that there were all sorts of emergency vehicles stopped near the gates. It was far enough away that no one could tell what was going on, and the prefects had all been told not to let anyone outside. Almost everyone had wandered down to the various common rooms on the lower floors, waiting for someone from the administration to come tell everyone what was going on.
What worried Kurt the most was the fact that he hadn't seen Blaine since the night before. The older boy had left campus to go out to eat with his family because it was his sister Claire's birthday, and now Kurt couldn't get Blaine to respond to his text messages or answer his phone.
"I'm not getting an answer, either… and it's not going straight to voicemail, so I know his phone is on," David said, coming over to sit down next to Kurt. Wes was a prefect, so he was busy helping the staff members who lived on campus with the students keep everyone inside.
"Is anyone else missing or is it just Blaine?" Kurt asked.
"Jeff's not here, but Nick talked to him right after they turned off the sirens. There are a couple of underclassmen gone, but from what I can find out they were all seen leaving campus with their parents yesterday afternoon." Kurt bit his lip, the bad feeling in the pit of his stomach getting worse the longer he waited without hearing anything. He glanced at the phone in David's hand as it started ringing, playing a song that Kurt didn't recognize. "That's Blaine's brother…" David began, before he stood up and walked off to answer the phone call.
Kurt looked up as he heard the familiar squeaking noise of the headmaster's shoe on the wooden floor. He saw that there were several members of the staff and the prefects following him, all ushering more students into the senior commons.
"Boys, I need to speak with you." Kurt watched as everyone instantly shut up and looked at the headmaster. As he caught a glimpse of David's face, Kurt had a feeling that he knew what was coming. "This morning a groundskeeper found Blaine Anderson lying on the driveway leading to campus. It appears that he was beaten pretty severely… we don't have any details yet, but Blaine has been taken to the hospital. The police are asking for any student who may have information to come forward immediately." Kurt closed his eyes, letting his forehead rest on the heel of his hand.
"Sir… is he going to be okay?" Kurt looked up as he heard Wes speak up.
"I don't know. All I've been told is that he was unresponsive when he was found."
"But he was alive, right?" Nick asked.
"Yes. I don't know when we'll have any more details. We are requesting that you all stay on in the building until further notice; the police are still looking for any evidence that might be available."
"Why can't we go outside? It's just down by the gate, isn't it?" Kurt didn't know who asked the question, but he was wondering the same thing.
"Blaine's car is in its parking spot. As of right now the police don't know when or where he was actually attacked. Like I said before, if any of you have any information about what may have happened last night the police are asking that you come forward immediately." Kurt watched for a moment as the headmaster started to walk back out of the room, before he stood up and started out of the room, followed shortly by Wes and David.
"Headmaster Collins…" David called. Kurt watched as the older boy slid his cell phone back into his pocket. The three watched as the older man turned around.
"Boys, I know that you're friends with Blaine, but I can't allow you to leave campus to go check on him."
"We know that… but Blaine was with us right before he left campus yesterday," Wes replied.
"And his brother said he made it to dinner last night," David added.
"He texted me, saying he was going to be back late… he said it would probably be around one, but that he had to stop for gas so he might be a little later than that." Kurt fumbled with his phone in his pocket as he passed on that piece of information, searching through his messages in an attempt to find it.
"Do you know why he was coming back so late? That's unusual…"
"We have a paper due in French on Monday that he was having trouble with. He was coming back so that he could work on it the rest of the weekend," Kurt replied, suddenly reminded of his own unfinished paper. He watched in silence as the headmaster nodded.
"I'll need you boys to tell the police what you know, of course. I don't know how much good it will do, but anything is better than what they have now. Come with me."
Kurt had never been questioned by the police before, and the thorough interrogation he went through in the presence of the headmaster certainly would have impressed even one Sue Sylvester. There really wasn't much that Kurt could tell them beyond what he had told the headmaster already, and he'd spent most of the thirty minutes or so he had been talking to them admitting just how little he actually knew about Blaine's life outside of Dalton.
"I thought Sue Sylvester was intense… that was even worse than being stuck in the principal's office with Karofsky," Kurt muttered, slumping into a chair next to David outside the headmaster's office. He had been the last of the three to go through the interrogation process.
"I can't believe this is happening… here of all places. This is supposed to be a safe place." Kurt bit his lower lip again at Wes's words, which were very similar to what Kurt had already been thinking.
"I just want to know what happened… who did this to him."
Kurt watched as the police officers left the headmaster's office, walking past them without a second look. He shook his head and sighed before standing up. "I think I'm going to go try to work on that French paper. At least until we're allowed off campus." He started to walk away from the other two.
"When we can… you want to go, don't you?" David asked. Kurt stopped and turned around to face the two older boys.
"Do you really need to ask that question?"
"I'll get what details I can from Alex and Daniel." Kurt raised an eyebrow as David spoke of two people that Kurt had never heard of before. "Alex is Blaine's older brother… he and my cousin Daniel are suitemates at Harvard."
"You said you got a call from Alex earlier… what did he say?"
"That he couldn't get Blaine on the phone… I told him what was going on here, and he said he was going to call his mom," David replied. "He texted me a while ago saying he was on his way to Ohio and that he'd left what details he had with Daniel. I was waiting to call, because Daniel was driving Alex to the airport."
"I'm guessing it probably hasn't been long enough to be able to call him, has it?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know… I'm not sure how long it takes to drive to the airport and back or even when they actually left." David pulled out his phone, glancing down at the time. "Maybe we should call before we eat lunch… I'm sure he can put it on speakerphone or something." Kurt watched as the senior put his own phone on speaker and dialed a number.
"Shit, David… it's bad." Kurt bit down on his bottom lip, walking closer so that he could hear the whole story of what was going on. "Alex's mom said Blaine's in surgery right now."
"Did she say what's wrong?"
"His left arm's broken in a couple of places – that's what they're operating on right now. His collarbone's fractured, too, and some of his ribs. His right leg's also apparently a mess, but they can't operate on it yet for some reason. I don't know about his internal injuries… I didn't hear everything because I was trying to help Alex pack."
"God… is there anything else you remember? We're on lockdown here, we can't get out to go see him."
"Sorry, David… it was all kinds of crazy this morning. I wish I could tell you something more." Kurt sighed as David finished the conversation, walking away from the other two. From what David's cousin had said, it sounded like Blaine had been through hell. Kurt just kept walking, moving back towards the common room where most of the other boys on campus were still hanging around. Someone had pulled a TV out of a classroom and had turned it to a local station. It was a little after noon, and the news was on.
"… A groundskeeper at the school found the student, whose identity is not being released, unconscious near the gates of the Dalton campus early this morning. The boy is currently listed as being in critical condition. Police are currently looking for leads regarding the attack…"
Kurt turned and walked out of the room, doing his best to get away from the television and all of the other students who were doing everything they could to get information about Blaine.
Kurt's dorm room was unusually silent, mostly because everyone else in the school was downstairs waiting to hear about Blaine. He sat down at his desk, trying to focus on the French assignment that he needed to finish before Monday. There was nothing else he could do; until the school administrators were willing to let them out of the building, Kurt knew that the best thing would be to keep himself busy so that he wouldn't have to think about what might be happening at the hospital.