Thank you again everyone for the reviews, favs and alerts. I really, really do appreciate it. Originally this was going to be two parts but I think I may just do one and make it one big long story. You will see what I mean after the next chapter! (And feel free to let me know what you think) Anyways, Thanks again!
Summary: Something has happened to Kurt and it is up to Blaine to figure it out. Can he salvage their friendship or will it turn into something more?
Words: 1,567ish
Warnings: Language, abuse, rape, etc.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the song, Hallelujah. (But I do recommend checking out the Jeff Buckley version of this song. It is incredible.)
It was every parent's worse nightmare, having their child disappear. Burt Hummel wouldn't wish it on anyone.
He hated to admit it, but he felt scared, devastated and defeated.
He was scared of his son's fate. He was scared every-time that the phone rang, that it would get that phone call that said they found his son dead in a ditch.
Burt is devastated that his son was missing. It hurt so much, not knowing where his son was.
If he is okay.
If he is alive.
If he is alone scared somewhere.
If he is dead.
Burt felt defeated towards the attitude of the town and how they took to Kurt's disappearance. Some seemed to care, some of the shopkeepers put up signs up in their windows. But others just sneered when Burt asked for help. Then again, he should have known better living in this small town. Part of him hoped that people would find the compassion to help him find his son. He was wrong.
Even his own family members didn't seem to care too much about Kurt's disappearance. Most hadn't even called or seemed to care when Burt reached out to them. Then again Burt was not surprised that they didn't call. Even though Kurt had only recently come out, it had not been hard to figure out what his sexuality was. He had heard the way some of the family had talked about his son, even at the funeral of Sarah. They couldn't even send condolences to a boy who just lost his mother. They just threw nasty comments whenever Kurt was in listening distance. It made Burt sick just to think about it.
He was one them. A dirty little fairy.
Kurt was not welcome in the family.
Some of the family members didn't even call him by his name, they just called him boy.
It's a shame they didn't have a normal child.
It's all Kurt's fault that his mother is dead. She got sick because of his disease.
Once again Burt was up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. He had vowed not to sleep until Kurt was found and safe in his arms. Even if ever did try to sleep under Carole's soothing suggestions, he only slept a little at time. He would normally wake up after a horrifying nightmare.
Most times he would wander into Kurt's room and lay on his bed. He would snuggle with Kurt's teddy bear that he had bought him when he was two.
First his wife.
Now Kurt.
He wondered if there is a God up there, if he had some vendetta against them. First there was losing Sarah, then the heart attack that almost took Burt away from Kurt, then the bullies and now this. Burt wished that he could wake up and this could all be just a horrible nightmare. But there is no waking up, this was all real.
Burt wandered into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer from the fridge. He opened the can and began to drink. He could hear Kurt's scolding voice him for not drinking a light beer in his head.
"Dad, seriously, you should be drinking light beer every once and awhile or wine. It's not good for your heart."
Burt threw the can into the sink angrily. He gripped the edge of the counter and started to sob.
It was just too painful.
"Burt," Carole's voice called from behind. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Come on sweetie you need to come to bed. It's late." Carole had been nothing short of amazing during this whole ordeal. She had become Burt's rock. Both her and Finn had been really helpful and really had become part of the family. Burt knew that if Carole hadn't been around, Burt would have lost it completely.
Maybe he already had.
Burt turned around to face Carole who quickly embraced him into a fierce hug. He felt the floodgates spring open for the fifth time today. He felt the wetness of Carole's tears on his shirt as she cried along with him.
"Kurt's strong. He will get through this. And he will come back." She rubbed soothing circles on his back.
Moments later, they were interrupted by Finn coming into the kitchen with a hopeful look on his face.
"Burt, it's my friend Santana from Glee, she says she wants to talk to you, it's about Kurt." Burt felt as if his heart was going to come out of his chest, he quickly took the phone.
"Hello."
"Mr. Hummel, this is Santana from Glee Club. I found Kurt."
Burt turned back around and gripped the counter again tightly. He dropped the phone in the sink but then quickly picked it back up. He felt his anxiety rising, hoping it was not the phone call that he had feared would come. Carole gave him a look of concern and continued to rub circles on his back.
"Is he okay? Where is he?"
"He is headed over to Botkins Hospital. He looks like he is in bad shape." Burt breathed and let tears of relief fall. His son is alive.
His son is alive.
Thank you.
His son is alive.
"We will be right over." He hung up quickly and spun back around. "She found Kurt, he is on his way to the hospital, he looks like he is in bad shape, but he is alive." Carole kissed him and started crying. Finn looked relieved, Burt caught a glimpse of a tear falling down Finn's face as well. "Get dressed quickly, let's head over."
The ride over seemed to take an eternity. Carole had to constantly remind Burt not to speed, even though he still did. He just wanted to get there. He just wanted to be there for Kurt. He wanted to be sure this was real. That Kurt has been found and is alive. He wanted to hold on to Kurt and never let go.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, Burt ran through the doors. He was quickly greeted by the Santana outside the second set of doors. Her eyes were puffy and she looked like she had been crying for an extensive period of time. Burt felt the panic settle back in. Carole went into full mother mode and embraced her.
"What's wrong Santana?" Santana shook her head; almost resisting telling Burt what was going on. She hiccupped and finally built the courage to say in-between sobs. "Kurt… went… into… cardiac… arrest, I was ushered out. I am so sorry I don't know what is happening."
"What is his room number?"
"503. He's in ICU."
Burt took off. Not really paying attention to see if Carole and Finn were behind him. He ran past the clerk, ignoring he calls to come back. He only stopped to quickly glance at a sign to see where the ICU was, then took off again. When he got to the ICU, he started looking for room numbers. He was interrupted though by a doctor.
"Can I help you sir? You can't be back here unless you have family here."
"Yes, my son is here, Kurt Hummel. Please tell me he is okay."
The doctor took his glasses off and sighed. "Mr. Hummel, we were able to final get your son stabilized but he is in very grave condition. Right now we have him hooked on machines so that he can breathe. There was extensive damage to his liver, diaphragm, and spleen. There also are signs of blunt force trauma to his head. There is also signs of extended periods of physical abuse and rape. We won't know what other damage has been done until we go in for surgery. We are prepping him for surgery now that he is stable. We suggest that you contact local authorities so that they can take pictures and start processing for evidence."
Burt nodded, feeling nauseous. He also felt murderous. Someone had done this to his kid. Someone had his kid for two months and made his life a living hell. That bastard would pay, even if it was the last thing Burt Hummel ever did. But right now Kurt needed him, and he would be there for Kurt.
"We are still optimistic," the doctor continued,"even though this is his second time to crash, but you do have to consider the fact that your son may not pull through. And even if he does, there may be massive amounts of psychological damage that may need to be dealt with."
"Please, I just want to see my son."
"Of course."
The doctor led him into the room. Burt could not help but notice how small Kurt looked on the bed. He looked so frail in contrast to all of the machines that surrounded him. He also looked like he was in a great deal of pain. Burt gripped his son's hand, holding tight and not wanting to let go. Relief kicked in that this was real.
"Kurt, I am here. We love you and we want you to wake up. No matter what, we will get through this, I promise."
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah