You've Got a Friend in Me

Kurt's POV.

When the three of us had cried ourselves to almost dehydration, and mustered the will to get up from our uncomfortable, yet comforting positions on the small hospital bed, we went to Puck's room to check on him. When we arrived in his room, the lights were off and he laid alone. His face was worse than Finn's, although his nose seemed to be in one piece.

"Sweet Jesus, this asshole is gonna pay," blurted out my best friend, who had rushed up to Noah Puckerman's bedside.

"This is revolting, do his parents even know?" asked Rachel beside us, clearly repulsed at Puck being left alone.

"I don't know, I'll check with my dad," I said and left the room.

On the way to Finn's hospital room, there was only one person I could think about. Sam Evans. Finn and Sam had become rather close recently, which was to my annoyance, seeing as I had a growing crush on the blonde bombshell.

I took out my phone from my sleek Yves Saint Laurent skinny jeans and flipped it open. I created and new message

"Hey Sam, something bad has happened, how soon can you can you get to Lima General?"

My eyes glazed with tears again. I couldn't cry. Not more, I had to be strong. Strong like I "always" am. I was coming up to Finn's room and I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. The blonde boy had texted back almost instantly.

"Dude, are you okay? I'm at Quinn's house, will I bring her?"

I looked at the text for a minute straight, without even thinking about anything in general. I awoke from my reverie and sent back, "Bring her if you must, its not me, I'm fine, but please Sam hurry."

I walked into Finn's room and saw a doctor standing over him taking his temperature, Carole and my Dad staring intently, hoping for news. The doctor saw me and smiled feebly, I nodded back and shifted upto my parents.

"Has anything happened?" I asked tentatively, my voice shaking with nerves.

"No, Hon, nothing yet," replied Carole, her voice thick with tears. She places he hand on my arm in a comforting way, knowing I was just as scared right now has she was.

"Have Noah's parents been called? He's all alone in there! Rachel and Mercedes are with him now." I said a little harsher than I meant to. I too was repulsed that no one had been to visit Puck.

"They tried, but no one was home," My father said sadly. "But they are trying every ten minutes."

"Ok, well I called Sam, he is on his way, I'm going to meet him outside now," I stated and turned on my heels and left the small, machine filled room.

Again I flipped open my phone to see a new message, I hadn't felt the vibrating.

"I'm nearly there, meet me out front?"

I replied instantly.

"Sure, wait for me there, I'll tell you what happened,"

I closed my phone and walked towards the elevator. I pressed the button, but nothing happened. I waited for a minute but there was no sign of it arriving, so I turned for the stairs. I sighed at being fourteen levels from the bottom floor.

I broke out at a frantic power walk, so as to not keep Sam waiting. Two minutes and two struggling lungs later I arrived at the bottom. I had no time to recover my breath so I darted straight for the entrance.

Sam was already there, damn he must have sped. He didn't see me approaching. "Sam," I said, making the handsome boy jump.

The thought of telling the story made my eyes sting with fresh tears. I tried to choke them back, but they still came cascading down my cheeks.

"Kurt, what happened?" asked the tall boy, grabbing my shoulders and pulling my into a fierce hug.

"W-w-where's Quinn?" I stammered.

"She drove me here, she said she will go home, if you wanted her here you would have called her yourself," He replied releasing me.

"It was K-k-kar.." is said breaking down.

"KAROFSKY?" growled the tall blonde.

"Yeah," I said trying to clear my eyes, but new tears just took their place and continued clouding my vision.

"Sit over here," he said guiding me to a lone bench.

I sat down without question, and looked at the stunning boy. His eyes were filled with empathy, regardless of him not knowing what was going on.

"He beat seven shades of shit out of Finn and Noah. They are both here. Finn is really bad, but Puck is worse. No one knows yet, can you not tell anyone for now?" I said all a little too fast, but the boy seemed to register.

"If you don't want me to, of course I won't," he replied warmly, placing a hand gently on my chin. He wiped away my tears with thumb.

"Sam please don't," I ordered.

"Don't what?" he asked, a puzzled look etched on his defined features.

"This," I replied. "I can't let myself get attached to someone like this. You are being so good to me, but I will only fall for you, just like I fell for Finn last year."