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: For a story that's only about 12 hours old, this one has certainly gotten quite a response! Nothing like "Broken," but still pretty impressive. So I'm going to give you all a little more of the story, this time from Alex's perspective.

Alex Anderson hated the hospital waiting room he was currently stuck in; the walls were a sickly looking green, and the couches and chairs were uncomfortable from all of the abuse they had taken. Even the potted plants looked unhappy.

Alex set down one of the two cups of coffee he was carrying on the table next to his mother's chair, before he sat down on one of the couches next to his little sister and began sipping his own cup. He passed it to Claire for a moment, letting the fifteen year old take a few sips before he took it back. The room had been silent for a while, mostly because the Andersons were all fairly exhausted. Alex was the only member of the family who had really gotten any sleep, given the fact that he was the only one who hadn't been at Claire's birthday dinner the night before and therefore the only one who hadn't known that Blaine hadn't called when he got back to Dalton.

Blaine was out of surgery, but they were still waiting for the doctor to come talk to them. Alex had only been there for twenty minutes or so and he had spent most of that time downstairs getting coffee for his parents. He'd left the third cup down the hall, where his father was talking on the phone by one of the windows. Alex had a feeling that it was one of the nurses from his father's office and that the older man was trying to rearrange everything so that he wouldn't have to go into the office much while Blaine was in the hospital.

"Mrs. Anderson?" Alex looked up as he heard a voice from the doorway. "I'm sure you've already been told Blaine is out of surgery… they're moving him into the intensive care unit as we speak."

"Is he okay? Is he awake?" Alex bit his lip at his mother's question. He wanted to know the answer just as much as his mother did, but he was also afraid to know.

"I'm afraid that it's still too early to tell. But no, he isn't awake yet. We're keeping him in a drug-induced coma for the time being, giving his body time to heal. We managed to stop the internal bleeding and the bones in his arm have been pinned back together. He did fairly well in surgery, given his condition, but he's far from being out of the woods just yet."

"When can we see him?" Alex pulled his little sister closer as she asked the question; he knew she was afraid of what she might see, but that she wanted to be with Blaine. Claire had always been closer to Blaine than Alex for various reasons, and Alex knew that this waiting was probably hardest on her.

"As soon as he's settled I'll have a nurse come for you. I have to ask that only one or two of you go in at a time, and only family for now. He's still on the ventilator for now, mostly because the medication is depressing his respiratory system. When we bring him out of the coma we should be able to take him off the ventilator, but it could still be a few days before that happens." Alex looked up as the doctor sighed, running a hand through his own hair. "I wish I could give you all better news. Blaine's lucky to have made it this far, and at this point all we can do is wait."

"Thank you, doctor." Alex turned his attention to Claire as the doctor made his way out of the room, pulling his younger sister into a hug as she started to cry.

"Shh… he's alive. You know Blaine; he's stubborn. He'll pull through this."

"It's my fault… I begged him to stay out with us last night for my birthday. If I'd just let him go back to school…" Claire sobbed.

"Sweetie, you had no idea that this would happen. You couldn't have known, and you couldn't have stopped this from happening. We don't even know how this happened or who did it yet." Alex kissed the top of Claire's head, messing with her curly ponytail in an attempt at making her smile. He pulled out his phone and shot a quick text message to David to let his brother's friend know what was going on.

Out of surgery, but still in a coma. They're not letting in visitors other than family right now, though.

"Are you Blaine Anderson's family?" Alex looked up at the voice that interrupted the few moments of silence that had invaded the small waiting room. They had all been lost in their own thoughts until the nurse showed up. "I can take two of you to see him… Dr. Bern insisted on that limit."

"You two go ahead… I'll stay here and let your dad know what's going on when he gets done on the phone." Alex just nodded, standing up and helping Claire onto her feet. He kept an arm around his baby sister's shoulders the whole time they were walking. Alex stopped as he felt his phone vibrating, pulling it out of his pocket.

"You'll have to turn that off before you can go in… we don't allow cell phones in the ICU." Alex just nodded, checking the message quickly.

We're still on lockdown anyway. No one's allowed to leave without a parent signing them out for the rest of the weekend. Keep us updated.

Alex turned off the phone as soon as he was done reading the message; he'd be able to tell David more after he'd seen his brother. There wasn't a whole lot that had changed since the message he'd left with Daniel, and Alex wanted to actually talk to David and see if the Dalton boys had found out anything more since he had spoken to him that morning.

As soon as the phone was back in his pocket, the nurse proceeded to type a code into the door lock. "You'll have to press the call button by the door to get back in later, but you just have to tell them your name and who you're here to see. He's in the second room to your left." Alex just nodded as he walked into the rounded room, heading for the opening the nurse had mentioned. It was one of twelve or so that surrounded a nurse's station that seemed to be exceptionally busy, although surprisingly quiet.

Alex slowly pushed back the curtain that covered the doorway and let Claire through, watching as she slowly made her way closer to the bed that held their brother. Alex was shocked by how small his brother looked in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines that were working hard to keep the younger boy alive.

The case encasing Blaine's left arm and the tube that snaked its way into his mouth were the least surprising; Alex had been expecting that much. The IV line snaking into the side of his right arm wasn't much of a surprise either, given the fact that it was rather essential. Alex watched from the doorway as Claire's hands started tracing the wires that came out of the sleeve of Blaine's hospital gown back up to the heart monitor that was steadily beeping, proof that he was still alive.

There were bruises and contusions everywhere, covering every inch of visible skin on his brother's body. Alex could see that there was some kind of brace around Blaine's right leg, keeping it still, although he couldn't tell much through the blanket. He watched as Claire finally stopped tracing over the tubes and wires, taking Blaine's right hand between both of her own.

"He's so cold…"

"He'll warm up. They wouldn't let him get so cold if it would hurt him." Alex moved over towards the bed and ran a hand through his younger brother's hair, putting a hand on Claire's shoulder.

"He can't die; they can't let him die."

"He won't, Claire. The doctors are going to do everything they can for him. This is Blaine we're talking about – he's stubborn as hell. You remember when he didn't eat for a week because Mom and Dad refused to let him go to drama camp instead of going on our family vacation?" Alex looked down at Claire's face and saw the smile that formed through her tears.

"You think he's stubborn enough to survive this?"

"I think that our brother is going to be alive for a long, long time because he's too stubborn to give up."