A/N: Alright, so I couldn't leave it like that. I physically could not. Aren't you all very luck? Here we go again.
When Kurt opened his eyes, all he saw was white. White walls, white sheets, white everything. It was also freezing, even though he had dozens of blankets on top of him. He tried to raise his hand, but it was attached to a cord. Examining this, he realized he had an IV in.
He considered all of this briefly and when it finally hit him, the tears started.
He woke up. He had actually woken up and he was in a hospital bed. Someone had found him and got him to the hospital before... Before...
His mind backtracked quickly, back to just one specific thought; someone had found him. There was only one real option, because no one else cared enough to come and see him anymore. He felt sick as he thought about his dad walking into his apartment and finding him like that.
Good Lord, what kind of son was he? Why would he do this kind of thing to his father? What horrible person does this to the one person they can always count on, who raised them and loved them and did absolutely nothing to deserve this?
The door squeaked open and Kurt jumped, looking at it with what he was sure was a wide-eyed look of shock. It may have even been terror. He wasn't too sure anymore.
"Kurt?" Burt Hummel croaked out, seeing his son awake for the first time in a few days. He had been scared, because the doctors had already started discussing that he may never wake up. They had spoken of letting him go if it took too long, but Burt had stayed firm in his belief that Kurt was going to be just fine.
There he was, his bright blue eyes open and trained on his dad. When they welled up with tears, Burt rushed to his side.
Kurt grabbed his hand, the tears falling fast. "I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry." he whispered over and over again as Burt wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his side and just holding him.
What else could Burt do? He knew what it was like to lose the love of your life. He had been through it, but he was no expert on dealing with it. Not for one second did he pretend to know exactly how Kurt felt either, because Kurt and Blaine... What they had had been special and different, and Burt didn't know how to help his son move past that.
"It's okay. You're okay. We're okay." he whispered, brushing the hair out of Kurt's eyes and holding him. It was easy this way. Holding Kurt, whispering these simple things; it made it easier to accept that his son had tried to kill himself.
"I need help, Dad..." Kurt whispered, more tears falling.
Burt nodded. "I know," he whispered, because there was nothing else to say. "We're going to be okay." he promised once more. It was the only belief he had left to hold onto.