Chapter 10
This is the longest chapter ever, a bit over 10k words if I'm not mistaken and that's not including this authors note or the one at the end. So this chapter is a bit much, read at your own risk.
WARNINGS: lots of cussing and rough sex in the beginning. There is a shooting and a fight in this chapter near the end. So if guns and shootings trigger something then don't read it.
This ends happily though, so don't think I'm so cruel person who makes people get shot and then end the chapter like that. So there are smiles at the end of this chapter, I hope you like this one.
Happy reading!
Chapter 10
Kurt hated being helpless. He hated not being able to fix a problem. The problem he couldn't fix? His father being in a coma and needing a new heart. He needed his dad, he's all Kurt had. He would go bananas if he lost him, and he just couldn't do that.
Burt had been in a coma for a little over a week, and Kurt has been off the whole time. He didn't want to be around anybody, he just wanted to do something to keep his mind off the horribleness of his reality at the moment. He had formed a steady routine; school, work, then sleep, Glee club on Thursday's was the only thing extra he did. He never went to Blaine's house when he was invited and it was starting to bring Blaine down. He needed his boyfriend, but his boyfriend didn't want him for some reason, or so he thought.
Blaine tried to be there for him, but it was hard because Kurt threw himself in other obligations. Well, mainly work. He spent majority of his free time in the shop, working on any car that he came in contact with.
Blaine got fed up, and sat on a stool watching him work on a car until he was finished. Kurt tried his damnedest to ignore the staring eyes on his ass, but it was hard when Blaine was staring daggers into him.
"Can you not stare at me while I work?" Kurt mumbled.
"Oh, he does speak to his boyfriend! Alert the media!" Blaine said sarcastically.
Kurt dropped the wrench he was using inside the car and turned to look at Blaine. He crossed his grease covered hands and arms across his chest, giving Blaine his best death glare. "Excuse me?"
"We haven't so much as talked since we found out about your dad. Yeah we see each other every day and I go to the hospital with you and we talk, but we never talk. We haven't even made out or touched since Monday!" Blaine explained, his voice breaking a little bit on some words.
"What am I supposed to say to you? Let's go have sex because my father's in a coma and in need of new heart?" Kurt spat at him.
"It'd be nice," Blaine shrugged.
Kurt chuckled darkly, a dark emotion flashing in his eyes. "You think I need a good fuck to get my mind off of my problems?"
"It might help. I mean you're so fucking tense!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, returning to work on the Chevy behind him. "Whatever Blaine. I'm not going to fuck you because I'm stressed."
"You wouldn't be doing the fucking, I would. And yes you do, you're just in denial."
Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He stepped back from the car and into Blaine's face. "Get out."
"No, I can be here if I want."
Kurt nodded nonchalantly. "Okay, don't fucking talk to me then. You have no fucking right to tell me shit!" he stormed off in the way of the break room with Blaine on his tail.
"Don't storm away from me Kurt!" Blaine shouted after him.
"I'm done with this conversation. You are an insensitive bastard who doesn't understand grie-"
Kurt's rant was cut off with Blaine's lips crashing into his and his body sandwiched between the wall and Blaine's body. Blaine had shoved him up against the farthest wall, near the employee showers, pinning one hand above his head. His tongue gently parted Kurt's lips before thrusting inside the wet heat of Kurt's mouth. Kurt whimpered and crumbled at the contact. If Blaine and the wall weren't pressed so hard against him, Kurt would have crumbled onto the floor in a pile of sexual frustration.
Kurt pushed Blaine away from him with his free hand. "Don't you ever do that while I'm trying to cuss you out!"
"Whatever Kurt. You know I'm right."
"No you're not! I don't need your dick –"
Blaine cut him off with another kiss and a hard thrust of his hips against Kurt's half hard cock. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and iPod placing them on the bench next to them and did the same for Kurt.
Kurt pulled back, looking at him like he was out of his mouth.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Kurt asked.
Blaine pulled back, putting their electronic devices in Kurt's locker.
"Give me my shit back Blaine!" Kurt yelled.
"Watch your mouth Kurt," Blaine warned.
"The fuck? No! I can say what the fuck I wan-
"Take your shoes off," Blaine instructed, pulling his own off.
"What the fuck? No! Not in this filthy place. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Take off your fucking shoes right now Hummel!"
Kurt glared at him, looking in his lust blown eyes only to see a flash of something else. It was anger mixed with annoyance with a little bit of determination. Kurt sighed and pulled his shoes off, causing Blaine to smile. "Let me go!" Blaine had grabbed Kurt by his arm and dragged him into the one of the shower stalls, pushing him against the wall, under the shower head. "Move!"
"Make me," Blaine responded darkly.
"Get the fuck out of my wa-"he gasped as he felt hot water falling on him. "You did not just do that! What the fuck is your problem?"
Blaine pushed himself against Kurt, pushing their hips together. "I said watch your fucking mouth Hummel." Blaine was speaking from between his teeth.
Kurt was honestly terrified. He had never seen Blaine like this, his eyes were lust blown and he was in a dominating state, which he found both terrifying and sexy.
"What are you going to do if I don't? Fuck me senseless? Or are you even capable of that type of fuckery?" Kurt teased.
Blaine twisted his fingers in Kurt's hair, tugging his head upward. "Do you want me to fuck senseless? Fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk out of this damn shower?"
Kurt whimpered, slapping Blaine's hand away which didn't move at all. "You're not man enough to fuck me senseless Blaine. You're too fucking soft to fuck me senseless."
They both knew what was going on. A week and a half of sexual frustration and sexual tension finally being released. It was unconventional for them to find insults to hurl at each other, but they wanted something rough, to really let all the steam off. Granted, Kurt could have just told Blaine to fuck him senseless, but insulting him seemed so much better and Blaine thought being in complete and total control was sexy as fuck. Kurt thought so too.
Blaine chuckled darkly, ripping the zipper of Kurt's coveralls down in a quick motion, pushing it down off his shoulders. Kurt's white v neck t shirt was sticking to his body in all the right places. "We might leave that on."
"Can't rip it off?" Kurt smirked, a flash of lust and want flashed across his eyes.
Blaine gripped the top of the shirt and yanked down hard, ripping the shirt right off of Kurt's body. "Don't underestimate me Hummel."
Kurt smirked, taking Blaine's cardigan and under shirt off, tossing them out of the stall.
"Can't rip my clothes Hummel? Too weak?" Blaine playfully pouted.
Kurt hooked his fingers in the loops on Blaine's pants, pushing him against the shower stall wall. Without taking his gaze off of Blaine, Kurt yanked down hard, Blaine's belt snapping and his pants button popping off. Kurt pulled the pants down, smirking at the shocked look on Blaine's face.
"Eat those apple's Anderson."
Blaine stepped out of his wet pants, kicking them behind him. "You owe me a new belt and pair of grey skinny jeans."
"You'll never see it," Kurt spat.
Blaine nodded, taking Kurt's pants and underwear off before pushing him, face first, against the wall. He let his fingers get wet from the shower before shoving a finger into Kurt's unprepared hole.
A howl of pain escaped Kurt's mouth at the intrusion that only made Blaine add a second finger, scissoring them inside of him. Kurt screamed out as Blaine slipped in a third and then fifth finger.
"Do you think you can handle my whole hand?" Blaine asked, his voice dark and lust filled.
"Your dick ain't that big," Kurt spat, breathing harshly against the wall.
"You haven't had my dick in for over a week, it could have grown for all you know," Blaine chuckled darkly, shoving his fist in Kurt.
"Fuck you!" Kurt screamed.
"I plan on it sweetheart," Blaine murmured, fucking his fist in and out of Kurt's almost swollen hole.
Kurt moaned and groaned at the sweet pleasure of Blaine's fist, but he wanted to protest. He didn't want to like it because he was so mad that Blaine was making this forcefully beautiful.
"You're good and ready for me," Blaine murmured, pulling his fist of Kurt. He turned Kurt around to face him and hoisted him up, leaning him against the wall. He wrapped Kurt's legs around his waist as he lined himself up with Kurt's open hole. Blaine slid Kurt down on him, causing them both to moan breathlessly. "Wrap your arms around me."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, clinging to him as he got used to Blaine's cock being pushed all the way in him, Blaine put his hands on Kurt's waist, leaning forward to pull his hips back and snapping them forward in a hard thrust. Kurt cried out. Blaine repeated the motion a few times before swiveling his hips to a new angle and fucking up into Kurt. Kurt dug his nails into Blaine's back and hair, tugging his hair hard as he was fucked senseless against the wall.
"Blaine!" he gasped out.
"I got you baby," Blaine murmured between his teeth. He swiveled his hips once more and thrusted up. He was trying to find Kurt's bundle of nerves. He knew he found it when Kurt screamed a string of incoherent words that included Blaine's name. Blaine thrusted into that bundle repeatedly, getting Kurt to scream and moan loudly.
"Close…so fucking close. Please…touch me," Kurt babbled.
Blaine shook his head. He snapped his hips upwards quicker, feeling Kurt clench around him. Blaine leaned forward, catching Kurt's lips in a dirty kiss. "Come for me baby," Blaine whispered.
Kurt moaned, feeling his body convulse as his orgasm ripped through his body at fierce speeds. He came all over their chests. Blaine came seconds later after a few more quick snaps of his hips.
Both boys were breathing harshly, not wanting to move from their position. Eventually, Kurt unwrapped his legs from Blaine's waist and eased himself off of his softening cock.
"Um," Kurt hummed.
"I thought I couldn't fuck you senseless," Blaine teased.
Kurt glared at him, rolling his eyes. "F-fuck y-you b-Blaine," he stuttered.
"I just did. And I did really well," Blaine giggled.
Kurt pulled Blaine forward by his neck, kissing him fiercely. Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing their hips together.
"Take me home and do that again," Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.
Blaine smirked. "Your wish is my command."
Kurt pulled back, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel from the rack next to the stall. He tossed one to Blaine as he walked out to his locker to grab two spare outfits. He came back and handed one to Blaine.
"I'll wash out clothes later. The ones we didn't destroy," Kurt chuckled lightly.
Blaine shook his head, laughing a little bit.
They got dressed quickly and gathered their wet clothes, destroyed and perfectly fine clothes alike and put them in a plastic bag. They gathered their other belongings and made their way out of the break room. In the garage they caught sight of Finn who looked highly disturbed.
"Can I talk to you boys for a minute?" he asked, stepping out of Burt's office.
"Sure," Kurt said cheerfully.
Finn looked at Blaine with a skeptical eye, not really knowing how to start this conversation. "Okay, um, I have no problem with him stopping by to see you while you're working, but…" he trailed off, not knowing what else to say. He looked everywhere but at their faces. "If you two are going to have sex, please do it at home."
The look on their faces was priceless. It was a mixture of disbelief, horror, embarrassment, and shock. The employee showers were nearly sound proof.
"Don't worry, nobody heard you except me. You are aware that the office and the showers are connected by a wall?" Finn asked.
Kurt blanched. "Oh my God, please don't tell Dad or your mom or even Cooper. Please."
Finn chuckled lightly. "Don't worry little bro. Your secret is safe with me, just don't do it again. You're lucky it was me in the off and not anybody else or some shit would go down."
"Thanks." Kurt turned to walk away with Blaine at his side, but he turned to face his brother once more. "Oh, and Finn?"
"Yeah?" Finn asked.
"Don't call me bro."
Finn laughed, going back to the office. "I'll see you at home."
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Kurt never thought he would be one to love being fucked hard against walls or against the back of futons and couches. But that's where he found himself when he dragged Blaine to his room. Blaine took him on a wall in his bedroom, on the back of his futon and the couch in his room. By the time they were done, they were both sore and in need of a much needed bath.
Blaine was lying on the bed as Kurt was preparing the bath when Kurt's cell phone rang.
"Baby," Blaine called out. "Your phone is ringing."
"Answer it please," Kurt called out.
Blaine grabbed the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Ku- um, hello? Is this Kurt's phone?" a woman asked.
"Yes, he's in the bathroom at the moment," Blaine said in his professional voice.
"Who is this?" the lady asked.
Blaine swallowed thickly. He hadn't met either of Kurt's parents, maybe now was the time, although the timing sucked. "I'm Blaine."
"Blaine who?" she asked.
"Anderson?" he said it as if he was unsure of the answer although it was his last name.
"Kurt has never…" she trailed off. "We'll sort this out later. Tell Kurt his father is getting his last set of acupuncture and they want him here to see if he responds."
"Okay, I'll tell him," Blaine assured her.
They said their good-byes and hung up the phone. Blaine placed the phone on the bed and waited for Kurt to emerge from the bathroom. He did a few moments later, two towels in his hands.
"Who was that?"
"A woman, she said they were doing the last round of acupuncture on your dad and they want you there to see if he responds."
"Carole?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shrugged. "I've never met you're parents, we've been dating for a little over two months Kurt. You know my parents."
"I know about them, I've never sat down and talked to them," Kurt clarified, looking for something clean to put on. Although he was barely able to walk, he had to go to his father's bedside now. "The only person in your family I've met was Cooper."
Blaine sighed exasperatingly, looking for his clothes. Kurt rolled his eyes, tossing him some sweatpants and a t shirt.
"Carole is my step-mother, she's Finn's mom. You've met Finn, my step-brother. And now you're going to meet Carole as soon as you're dressed," Kurt murmured, putting his shoes on.
Blaine got dressed, trying his hardest to be supportive to Kurt and not snap. This could be the defining moment for him with his father and Blaine didn't want to be the one to fuck up his mood. So he put on a happy, judge-free face and went to the hospital with Kurt.
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Blaine hated hospitals. It's probably from the multitude of time he has spent in one over the years due to his father's hands or bullies from his previous schools. Although Cooper made them bearable because he saves lives on a daily basis, but still. Hospital's suck for Blaine and they always will, and this was just added fuel to the fire because he had to go to the hospital to be with his boyfriend to see if his father was going to wake up.
Kurt pulled him into Burt's room much to his hesitance. After the phone call with Carole and his revelation that he and Kurt had been dating for a little over a month and hadn't met his parents sent him on a frenzy. He didn't know if Carole was going to accept him after that whack introduction over the phone or if when Burt woke up he would hate Blaine instantly. Needless to say, Blaine was a nervous wreck when they entered the room and Carole was standing next to Burt's bed as the acupuncturist was taking the needles out of Burt's skin.
"Calm down Blaine, my parents don't bite," Kurt whispered in his ear when he noticed Blaine's hesitant step towards the bed. "Hi Carole, how's he?"
"We just have to wait and see," Carole informed him, walking towards both boys. "Is this Blaine?"
Kurt looked at his nervous boyfriend and nodded. "Yeah, this is my boyfriend Blaine. Blaine, this is my step-mother Carole."
Blaine nodded jerkily and smiled nervously.
"How long have you two been dating?" she asked.
"A little over two months," Kurt smiled.
"And we're just now meeting?"
"I said the same thing," Blaine muttered.
"Stop it," Kurt commanded.
"You weren't saying that earlier when I was fu-"
"Okay, I see you have no filter when you're nervous," Kurt said, placing his hand over Blaine's mouth. "And we're not even out with our relationship so, meeting the parents is kind of a big step."
Blaine licked his hand thinking Kurt was going to pull it back, but he only pressed it more firmly against his mouth.
"Your tongue has been over far more than my hand today," Kurt chuckled.
"Okay! It seems neither of you have filters. Why don't you sit with your father a while. I have to start my shift, but I'll be back soon. Call me if anything changes," Carole told the boys.
Kurt nodded, going to sit next to his dad's bed. He grabbed his hand, holding it close to his mouth willing him to open his eyes. Kurt didn't notice Carole leave or Blaine take a seat on the other side of the room. He was so engrossed in willing his father to open his eyes that he blocked everything that didn't involve them out.
"Dad, please wake up," he begged in a pleading voice. "I need you Dad, Finn needs you. To be honest I think he's going to ruin to shop if you don't come back." He took a shake breath, looking his father over from head to toe. "I got a boyfriend Dad, we've been dating for a little over two months."
"And sleeping together for like two weeks," Blaine mumbled loud enough for Kurt to hear but Kurt didn't seem to be fazed.
"He's really sweet to me and he loves me. I want you to meet him Dad. I think you'll love him too. Just, open your eyes. You know, in Glee Club, people were singing songs about God, and although they have beautiful voices, I don't believe in God. But I believe in you Dad, I believe in us. Please open your eyes."
Kurt kissed his dad's knuckles one by one and then placed their clasped hands on the bed. A tear fell from Kurt's eye as the door slowly opened. Cooper was coming in to check on Burt's progress.
"Hey squirt, hi Kurt," Cooper greeted.
"Don't call me that Coop," Blaine grumbled.
Kurt didn't acknowledge his presences. He kept his gaze upon his father's unconscious form.
"Is he…?"
"He's fine, just wants his dad to wake up," Blaine sighed.
Kurt leaned his head on the side of the bed and began singing 'I Want To Hold Your Hand' softly to his father. As he reached the middle of the song, Burt's finger moved and he let out a huge audible gasp.
"Baby?" Blaine questioned, jumping up and eyed Kurt.
"Kurt? What's wrong?" Cooper asked, stepping towards the bed.
"H-he h-he," he stuttered and then gasped again as Burt squeezed his hand. "Holy shit! Dad, can you hear me?"
Burt groaned a little bit and then opened his eyes. Tears started pouring down Kurt's face as he looked into his father's green eyes.
"Oh my God! Dad!" Kurt squealed.
"Mr. Hummel?" Cooper questioned.
Burt looked over at Cooper with a confused expression. He had no recollection on how or why was in the hospital. Cooper gladly explained his situation. Kurt had to be to be removed from the room by Blaine because he was a sobbing mess as Cooper tried to calmly explain what was to be happening in the upcoming weeks. Things about a new heart, when and if it will come in, and the he himself would do the surgery.
It took a while for Burt to absorb all this information. He felt bad because Kurt had warned him that his bad eating habits weren't going to give him good results. Now look what his 'breakfast of champions' got him. He's been in a coma for damn near two weeks and he's in need of a new heart.
"You'll be released sometime tomorrow after we run a few more test," Cooper told Burt.
Burt nodded and grunted his understanding. Cooper smiled slightly, before leaving the room. He knew he had to take care of Burt for Kurt's sake. He is the father of his brother's boyfriend after all.
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Dave wanted revenge. He was not going to keep getting his ass beat by a stick figure named Blaine Anderson. He wasn't going to let that little glee club beat him either. He needed to find a way to get back at Blaine since he seemed like the ring leader to all of this. But he needed to get Kurt out of the way first. He knew that if Blaine went somewhere, Kurt was going to be right by his side and vice versa. He couldn't risk that.
There was one person, besides Blaine, that Dave knew could take Kurt out and make it the least bit suspicious. Chandler.
Dave has had his eye on Chandler for a while now. He was cute in that book worm, singing geek type of way. In some ways, Chandler reminded Dave of Kurt. Chandler couldn't sing as well as Kurt, but he could sing and he had a fraction of the fashion sense, but he had just as much sass as Kurt. That's the thing that Dave loved the most about the boys he liked, the sass. Somebody that could can take it as well as he can dish it out. Maybe that's the main reason Dave liked him, he gave that same fiery snaps as Kurt did.
He could easily get Chandler to ask Kurt out. Dave knows how infatuated Chandler is with Kurt, but he also needed to figure out how he was going to ask Chandler out. What if he said no because he's so caught up on Kurt? What if he doesn't even find Dave attractive?
All these questions went through Dave's mind as he approached Chandler in the hallway after school. He took a deep breath and leaned against the lockers next to Chandler.
"Please don't hit me! I just had a facial!" Chandler screeched, throwing his hands up in his face.
Dave placed his hands gently on his hands and brought them down. "I'm not going to hurt you Chandler."
Chandler un-tensed and glared at Dave. "Oh. Okay, so what do you want?"
"You," Dave simply said.
Chandler took a step back, looking really confused and dumbfounded. "Wh-what? Me? That doesn't even make sense. You're not gay."
"I'm not out gay like you and Kurt, but yeah I am. You can ask Kurt, we had a little fling going on for a while last year, but he broke it off because I wouldn't come out and then because my mom walked in on me blowing and fingering him," he shrugged.
Chandler looked at him like he was crazy. "You used to blow him? No, you used to go with him?" Chandler was completely flabbergasted by this shocking revelation.
"Yeah, but now I want you," Dave smiled, walking towards Chandler.
"Whoa, tiger. Why do you want me?" Chandler asked, putting his hands up to move Dave back a few steps.
"Because you're hot and I want to get to know you. Also, we have a common enemy."
"Who?" Chandler asked, although he could probably guess who Dave was talking about.
"Blaine Anderson," Dave announced.
"Wait, you want me to help you get your ex back?" Chandler scoffed. "No, I'm done with Kurt and Blaine, Kurt chose Blaine over me so I'm done."
"I don't want Kurt back, I want you actually," he admitted.
Chandler gaped at him. "Don't lie to me David."
"I'm not. Kurt chose Blaine and I don't want him because he causes too much drama in my life."
"So you want me instead?" Chandler questioned.
"Look, I don't go flaunting around my gay, okay? I don't just go up to any guy and say 'oh, I like you let's go out so I can get to know you.' I think long and hard about who I want to be with because I'm not out yet and I need to know for sure that the guy I like is gay. My intentions today were, to ask you out, ask you to do me a favor so I can get revenge on Blaine. But I can see you don't like me so I'll be gone. If you tell anybody about this conversation I will kill you," Dave snapped, turning to walk away.
Chandler reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait," he murmured. Dave turned to look at him. "I-I like you, it's just…I don't know if you're going to be a good boyfriend or not and I'm kind of afraid that you're going to hurt me."
"The only person I want to hurt is Blaine. I never hurt Kurt when we were together, never. Because all I wanted to do was to be as gentle as I could because I caused him so much pain. I want to do the same for you, if you let me," Dave admitted softly, looking in Chandler's green eyes.
Chandler looked around the empty hallway just to make sure it was completely empty before he kissed his cheek. "Okay."
"You'll go out with me?" Dave asked dumbstruck.
"Yes. I'll give you a chance."
Dave pulled him into a hug that shocked them both. He couldn't be happier that part of his plan was falling into place and that Chandler actually agreed to go out with him. Now he just needed to be sure that Chandler would help him with his real plan.
"So how are you going to get back at Blaine?" Chandler asked, pulling back.
Dave smiled slyly as he explained his plan. He told him his reasons to why he wanted to get Blaine back and what he needed to do to help. Chandler readily agreed to help because he didn't like Blaine either, although now he was grateful to Blaine because without him he wouldn't be with Dave. Oh well, Blaine fucked with the wrong boys.
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Burt was released from the hospital the next day with careful and specific instructions that he were to follow up until his new heart came in. he wasn't allowed to return to work as a mechanic until months after his heart transplant, but he could sit in his office for an hour or so sometimes.
Kurt made sure that his dad was taking all the medicine and eat the right foods while he was home and dumped the rest of the load on Carole while she was home. Kurt had the unnerving fear that Burt was going to do or eat something he shouldn't and end right back in the hospital and possibly cause more damage to his heart.
He had begged to stay home for school for the rest of the week, but he was forced out every morning, Burt instructing Finn to drag him out the house. Kurt hated being away from his father while he was at school, but he didn't have a choice, and he hated being away from Blaine even more.
Kurt wanting to be with his father was starting to bother Blaine because he still hadn't met the man. When Burt woke up, he was forced to take Kurt out of the room so he didn't get to introduce himself. All he wanted was to meet the man his boyfriend called his father.
Blaine was determined to meet Burt, he didn't care how mad Kurt got, and he was going to meet this man. So, on Friday he went to pick Kurt up for school, a surprise visit actually. He had knocked on the door and waited patiently for it to be opened. He didn't however, expect Burt to open the door.
"Who the hell are you?" Burt grumbled.
Blaine flinched inwardly losing every ounce of courage he had mustered in the car. With a huge swallow and deep breath, he stuck his hand out to introduce himself. "Hello sir, I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm Kurt's…"
"Blaine? What are you doing here?" Kurt called from the top of the steps. He ran down the steps towards his father and boyfriend. "Sit down Dad, I got this."
"Who is this boy?" Burt ignored Kurt's command.
"Blaine, he's my boyfriend?" it was a question, as if he was uncertain to tell his father the truth.
"Are you telling me or asking me?" Burt demanded.
"Telling you?" Kurt's voice rose on the last word turning the simple statement into a question.
Blaine rolled his eyes at the uncertainty in his boyfriend's voice. "You didn't seem so uncertain last week when we fu-"
"Blaine!" Kurt scolded, pressing his hand to his mouth. "This is my father, we have filters around him."
Blaine bit the skin that sticking his mouth, causing Kurt to yelp and yank his hand back. "I'm his boyfriend sir."
Burt glared at the boy for a long moment. "Boyfriend huh?"
"Yes sir, for almost three months now," Blaine explained.
"And why am I just now meeting you?" Burt questioned, eyeing Kurt and then Blaine.
"I asked the same thing."
"Shut up. I didn't introduce you two because this relationship isn't public, at all. Nobody knows about us. I was keeping it under wraps because you're not even out yet," Kurt all but yelled.
"I don't think you parents apply to that Kurt."
Kurt rolled his eyes, storming off up the stairs to his room. Both Burt and Blaine looked at each with confused expressions, not really knowing what to say. Burt went back to his chair in the living room.
"Sorry about that," Burt called over his shoulder. "He's been a little more dramatic since I got home from the hospital."
Blaine nodded, walking into the living room to sit. Burt was watching sports network which was recapping some football game that had come on sometime this past week.
"You a football fan?" Burt asked.
"Yeah, my father, before he died, took me to my first professional football game. It was the Bengals versus the Browns, best game of my life," Blaine explained, sitting down on the couch next to Burt's chair.
"Ah, the two Ohio teams duking it out. It must have been amazing," Burt smiled.
Blaine and Burt talked for the next twenty or so minutes about sports and their favorite football teams, professional and college. Blaine invited Burt to his next big football game at the end of the month if he was feeling up to it, although they both knew Kurt wouldn't allow it.
Kurt came downstairs twenty-five minutes later, fully dressed and ready for school. He went to the kitchen to grab a bagel before going to the living room to see his father and boyfriend bonding over sports. The scene in front of him made his heart do little flips. He was really happy that his boyfriend and father could actually bond over something as trivial, in Kurt's opinion, as sports.
"How are my two favorite men?" Kurt asked, wrapping his arms around Blaine's chest from behind.
"You should have been introduced us Kurt. This boy knows his football!" Burt beamed.
"Your dad is cool Kurt. He invited me to watch the game Sunday night and for dinner tonight," Blaine said, placing his hands over Kurt's.
"That's wonderful. Ready for school baby?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"Yeah." Blaine got up, walking around the couch to hug Kurt.
"Have a good day boys," Burt called out as they walked to the door. "Oh, and Kurt?"
"Yeah Dad?" Kurt said, turning to face his father.
"You did good," he nodded, "he's definitely a keeper."
Kurt smiled at him, kissing Blaine's cheek swiftly. "I plan on keeping him around for a while, so thanks for your approval."
Burt smiled as they left the house. His son had finally found somebody that makes him happy, what more could he ask for?
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For some reason, Blaine felt like something was going to happen today. He couldn't tell what it was, but he just felt uneasy as his day progressed. He went to his classes as usual, the ones with Kurt were the best because they were discussing what they were going to do tonight after dinner tonight.
But when he wasn't with Kurt, he was getting a weird vibe as he walked through the halls. Maybe it was nerves, he was going to be having dinner with his boyfriend's family tonight, so maybe he was nervous about that. Who knows?
By the end of the day, he was feeling a lot better. He had a football game and Kurt was going to be watching from the stands. That was going to be the best part of the game, his boyfriend's eyes will be on him the entire time.
As he walked to Kurt's locker, a hand pressed against his mouth and he was suddenly being dragged out of the school. The person drops Blaine behind a dumpster, waiting for Blaine to get up.
"What the fuck?" Blaine yelled, getting up to face his attacker. "David? What the fuck do you want? Another ass kicking?"
"No bitch, you're getting the ass kicking," Dave sneered and charged towards Blaine. Blaine swiftly moved to the side causing Dave to ram his head into the dumpster.
"You can't beat me David," Blaine chuckled.
Dave regained his footing, charging at Blaine again. This time he tackled him down to the ground, causing Blaine to smack the side of his face on the concrete. He got back up and began hitting Blaine any and everywhere he could reach.
"Fuck!" Blaine screamed, kicking his legs to get free of Dave. He successfully kicked Dave off of him and stood up. He found a pipe and swung it towards Dave, hitting him in his back.
Dave groaned in pain before getting up. He grabbed a two by four and threw it at Blaine, hitting him in the chest. Blaine fell to the ground, coughing. Blaine coughed for a few moments before getting up, pipe still in hand, running towards Dave.
"Hey!" everything stopped at the sound of the voice. "What the Sam Hill is going on out here?"
"He just tried to jump me!" Blaine croaked, his chest was on fire.
"My office. Now!" Coach Beiste commanded.
Blaine dropped the pipe and followed her to her off. Dave followed a few steps behind.
"Sit down," she demanded. Both boys sat, far away from each other.
"Who wants to tell me what the hell that was?"
"I was walking to see Kurt before he left, when this prick grabbed me and dragged me outside. He tackled me to the ground, I hit him with a pipe then he threw a two by four at my chest," Blaine explained.
"David?" she questioned, turning her gaze to the bigger boy.
"What he said," he sighed.
Coach Beiste shook her head, taking out a stack of expulsion papers. "I'm disappointed in you boys, especially you Dave. You had such potential. But, because of recent events, I have to submit expulsion papers for you."
"For what? He has jumped me twice and he had a lead pipe!" Dave exclaimed.
"You dragged me outside to kick my ass and you've been harassing my boyfriend since school started. I'm not going to let you bully him anymore," Blaine told him.
"Fuck this." Dave shot up from his seat and pulled out a gun.
Blaine and Coach Beiste froze with their eyes on Dave and the pistol in his hand. He moved the gun between Blaine and her, deciding who he was going to shoot first.
"Call Kurt Hummel and Chandler Kiehl here, right now," Dave demanded.
Coach grabbed her phone and called both students to her office in the locker room. When both boys reached the door, Dave hid the gun behind his back so they wouldn't see it.
"Why am I here Coach?" Kurt asked, eyeing the situation skeptically. "What happened to your face babe?"
"Dave what did you do?" Chandler asked the big boy. He went to stand in front of him, putting his hands on the big boy's arms.
Six pairs of eyes fell on the odd couple. What was going on? Why are they so close?
"I couldn't wait, I'm sick of his cocky ass," Dave murmured.
"So you pulled the gun out in school? That's not what we planned," Chandler hissed.
While they were engrossed with each other, Coach Beiste called 911 on her cell phone and placed it on her desk.
"You want to shoot him?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"Shut up Hummel or I'll shoot you too," Dave snapped.
The operator came on the phone but didn't say anything when she heard the voices.
"You're not going to shoot my boyfriend because I won't let you blow me or finger me anymore. Get over yourself David." Dave pushed Chandler out the way, pointing the gun in Kurt's face.
"Don't push me come slut," Dave warned.
Blaine stood up, pushing Kurt behind him. "Why are you doing this? Because you can't have Kurt? Because I have Kurt? Because I went farther than you did when you were with him? Whatever the fuck your reason for this is stupid as fuck. He's one boy out of many other gay boys that might like you. Chandler seems to like you so this is so stup-"
Two shots rang out in the tiny room. Everybody looked around to see where they went. Blaine's hand quickly flew to his shoulder, along with everybody's eyes. There was blood spilling down his shirt and a hole under his hand. He didn't even notice the other bullet wound in his lower abdomen.
Kurt grabbed him, pulling him into his arms. "You shot him…" his voice was small and full of emotions.
Coach Beiste picked up her phone. "I need an ambulance to William McKinley High School. Shots have been fired!"
Dave pointed the gun at her. "Put the fucking phone down Coach. I don't want to shoot you."
"But you shoot my fucking boyfriend? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kurt cried.
Dave waved the gun in Kurt's face. "You broke my heart Kurt!" he screamed. "I was falling in love with you, and that final date over the summer, I was going to ask you to be my boyfriend and I was going to come out for you."
Kurt laid Blaine down on the floor, taking his shirt off to place on Blaine's bleeding shoulder. "Coach, press this to his shoulder, keep pressure until the EMT's get here," he instructed. He hadn't notice the second bullet wound either. "You're mom walked in us. I would have gladly given it up to you that night, but your mother walked in and fucked up my orgasm." He had walked closer to Dave, who was backing up against a wall of lockers. "I loved you David, I really did. You were the first boy to tell me I was beautiful, but you couldn't give me what I needed, what I wanted in a boyfriend."
Dave took a deep breath, moving forward towards Kurt. Kurt stood his ground, not moving an inch. "Move Hummel."
"This isn't you David, put the gun down," Coach said from her spot next to a now unconscious Blaine.
"Kurt just move," Chandler whined.
Kurt turned his gaze to Chandler. "Don't you fucking speak to me, trader. This is your fucking fault. If you would have just fucked off and stopped trying to win me back this shit wouldn't have happened!"
"You're not the fucking great!" Chandler snapped.
"Then why the fuck are we here? Why the fuck does he have a fucking gun pointed at my face?" Kurt questioned.
Chandler got silent and so did everything else in the tiny office. Sires could be heard approaching the school. Dave started freaking out, pacing around the tiny office.
"David please, put the gun down. You've proved your point," Kurt pleaded.
"Really? What was my point then Kurt?" Dave sneered.
"That you don't like Blaine. That you want me to yourself," Kurt responded in a shaky voice.
Just then two EMT's rushed in the room along with a bunch of cops. The cops were yelling orders to Dave as the EMT's rushed to work on Blaine who was rapidly losing blood due to his two bullet wounds. They rolled in a gurney and set Blaine up on it, stuffing his wounds with gauze and rolling him away.
Kurt grabbed Blaine's lifeless hand and walked with him out of the school. "Thanks Coach." She nodded as he and Blaine left that part of the school.
The feeling Blaine had was right. He just wished that he wasn't because that weird vibe had gotten him shot twice.
()()()()()()()()
Blaine went in and out of consciousness as he was rushed to the hospital. He was losing blood from the wound in his lower abdomen and the wound in his shoulder. Kurt tried to stay as calm as he possibly but it was hard when his boyfriend – boyfriend- had just gotten shot and he was covered in his blood.
Once they got to the hospital, Kurt was given his blood-soaked shirt back and was told to wait in the waiting room while they rushed Blaine up to the OR. If he wasn't a nervous wreck before, now he was. He didn't know how long Blaine would be in surgery or if he would even come out of surgery. But he had to, right? He couldn't leave Kurt like this, right?
Kurt paced around the waiting room, wringing his blood-soaked shirt in his hands, thinking who he should call first. What if Blaine's parents weren't even in town right now? They deserved to know, and it would be best if he called them instead of the hospital. He pulled his phone out, with shaky fingers he scrolled through his contacts until he found Blaine's parents (he'd gone through Blaine's phone one night and put them in his phone and put his parents numbers in Blaine's phone, for emergencies like this). He dialed Alexandria's number, dreading her to answer. But she did.
"Alexandria Anderson-Lewis," she greeted in her best professional lawyer voice.
"H-hi, Mrs. Lewis?" Kurt's voice was unsure and full of fear.
"Yes, who is this?" her voice had morphed into a regular tone of voice, one that a mother would use. This made Kurt's throat constrict and tears pool in his eyes.
"I'm Kurt Hummel, Blaine's boy-"
"Boyfriend? Yes I know, he talks about you a lot. How's your father?" she asked cheerfully. That allowed Kurt to breathe a little easier.
"He's doing fine, thanks for asking. But I'm calling about Blaine, there, there was…there was an accident at school," he stammered out, breathing erratically and shallowly.
"Accident? What kind of accident? Is he okay?" she rambled off her questions like she was in a courtroom questioning an opposing witness.
"I-I really don't know. H-he," Kurt's throat constricted again and this time the tears streamed down his face. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Lewis, it's all my fault."
"Shh, it's not Kurt. Take a deep breath and just tell me what happened," she told him in a soothing, lawyer type voice.
Kurt took a few deep breaths, sitting in one of the chairs he was pacing in front of. "He was shot, twice. Once in the shoulder and once in the lower abdomen. We know who did it."
Alexandria was silent for a long time, but Kurt could hear the rustling of papers and things moving in the background on her end of the phone.
"Mrs. Lewis?" Kurt asked shyly.
"What hospital is he in?" she asked in a rushed tone.
"Lima's Children's. He's in surgery and I'm stuck in the waiting room," he answered.
"Okay, I'm on my way sweetheart. Were you or anybody else hurt?"
"N-no, the guy, his name is David Karofsky, just waved the gun in my face and the football coach's face, but he just…oh my God, I'm so stupid!"
"Kurt, sweetie, please calm down," she said softly. There was a faint jingle of keys and then the beep of a car. "Why don't you tell me, if you can, why this happened." There was the small sound of the car starting.
Kurt sighed. "David and I had a thing going on since last year, he wouldn't come out for me so I broke up with him. I didn't want to sneak around with him if he supposedly loved me, y'know?" she supplied a bunch of yeah's and uh-huh's as he spoke. "So something between him and I happened over the summer, his mom caught us and I broke it off again. Since school started, Blaine and I have gotten close, as you know, and David has been jealous.
"One day in the hall, he punched me twice, and Blaine was there. He came to my rescue, like any boyfriend should and hit him back for me. There was another incident between David and Blaine in the locker room before a game or something, I don't know I wasn't there. I guess he devised a plan with another boy that has a thing for me to get Blaine out of the picture. I think he wanted me to watch him shoot Blaine."
"Why do you say that?"
"Coach Beiste called me and the other boy to her office and when we got there he was pointing the gun." He started crying again. "That bastard…he wanted me to watch the love of my life being taken away from me." He was speaking in an angry tone.
"I'm here sweetheart, I'll be right up. Have you called your parents?"
Kurt's heart stopped, he couldn't possibly tell his father or even step-mother about Blaine. They had both bonded with him in such a short amount of time. Burt was looking forward to having Blaine over for dinner tonight and for the game Sunday. He's going to be devastated to know that his new football buddy won't be around this weekend.
"N-no, I called you first."
"Call your parents and I'll be up in a few minutes."
They said their goodbyes and Kurt eyed his phone. How can he tell his father that he just had a gun thrusted in his face and that Blaine had just gotten shot? What if this fucked with his heart even more, he did just get out of the hospital. Oh, and Cooper! What is he going to say?
Kurt took a deep breath and called his house.
()()()()()()
"Hey Carole?" Burt called out to his wife.
Carole came into the living room with him, with her apron on. "Yeah?"
"Have you met Kurt's boyfriend?"
"Blaine, he seems like a nice boy. He doesn't have a filter though, but he seems nice enough," she beamed.
"Yeah, and he loves football so that's always a plus for me," Burt chuckled lightly. Carole smiled at her husband. "I invited him for Friday night dinner, so can you set up an extra plate for him?"
"Sure, it'll be nice to have him here."
Burt nodded in agreement as she went back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
A few minutes later the house phone rang. Burt paused the TV and reached over to answer it. "Hummel/Hudson residence?" he greeted in a gruff voice.
"Dad?" Kurt's voice was full of distress and worry.
"Kurt? What's wrong bud?" Burt asked, his voice started to get worried just by the sound of Kurt's.
"Blaine's been shot," Kurt shot out.
Burt clutched his chest and dropped the phone with a loud thud on the hardwood floor. Carole twirled around and rushed to his side.
"Burt honey, what's wrong?" she asked.
He didn't say anything, just pointed to the phone on the floor. She bent to pick it up and placed it to her ear. When she did she heard Kurt's broken sobs and shallow breaths.
"Kurt, what's wrong sweetheart?" she asked in her motherly tone.
"Blaine got shot," he sobbed out.
"Shot?" she echoed.
"David did it at school. It might be on the news."
"Karofsky? He shot Blaine?"
Kurt sobbed into the phone. "Yes, he's in surgery. Where's Dad?"
"He's right here, we're on our way sweetheart."
"O-okay."
They hung up the phone. Carole looked over at Burt who had tears in his eyes and was still clutching his chest.
"Come on, we have to go the hospital. Kurt needs his father," she soothed.
Burt shook his head, shooting up from his seat and sprang out the door in one quick movement. Carole was quickly on his tail.
They arrived to the hospital in no time at all and found Kurt with some woman in the surgery waiting room. Burt was fuming mad at the simple fact that his son's boyfriend was shot and he knew the bastard who did it.
"Kurt?" Burt called out.
Kurt let go if Alexandria and ran to his father, wrapping his arms around the man. Burt hugged Kurt as tight as he could while Kurt sobbed into his shoulder.
"It's all my fault Dad," Kurt sobbed.
Burt moved Kurt back a little bit so he could look in Kurt's eyes. "No it's not bud, that boy is deranged and we all know that."
Kurt shook his head, closing his eyes as more tears streamed down his face.
"Hi, I'm Alexandria Anderson-Lewis, Blaine's mother," Alexandria said, walking over to the Hummel/Hudson's.
"Hi, I'm Carole Hudson-Hummel, Kurt's step-mother," Carole greeted the other woman. "And this is my husband Burt."
"Nice to meet you both, too bad it's under these circumstances," Alexandria told the two adults.
Burt and Carole both nodded their agreement.
"Kurt, what happened, why did David do this?" Carole asked.
Kurt went through the story again, leaving out the beginning part because they were well aware of what happened between the two boys. He stumbled his way through the last few hours, crying and chocking on his breath as he told them what happened in the locker room.
"If it wasn't for me, Blaine wouldn't have gotten shot," Kurt sobbed into his father's shoulder once more.
"Dave is crazy and confused. He probably would have tried this with Chandler had you not broken up with him. David needs help," Carole told him.
Kurt just shook his head and cried harder. Burt sat him down, sitting next to him so he could continue to cry in his shoulder. The adults talked about what they were going to do to ensure the safety of their boys when they went back to school. Alexandria was quick to tell them that she was going to press charges and take this thing to court because her child was shot and Kurt was threatened with a deadly weapon. This thing was not going to be taken lightly and they were going to go to the ends of the earth to see that this boy spends the rest of his life in jail with no possibility of parole.
A few hours later a doctor came out looking for Blaine's parents. Kurt had cried himself to sleep on Burt's shoulder two hours ago, but was still whimpering and crying. It broke Burt's heart to see his baby boy like that.
"Yes, I'm his mother," Alexandria stood up and approached the doctor.
"I'm Dr. Grey, I was working on Blaine in the OR," the doctor told her.
"How's he? How's my son?" Alexandria asked.
"He's stable. He lost a lot of blood, but we managed to get him back to right amount of blood volume. We were able to remove the entire bullet from his shoulder, but the one in his lower abdomen was a bit tricky. When it went in it broke off in shards and the shards went in different directions. One lodged itself in his appendix, one was in his liver, and majority of the bullet landed in his ribs. We stitched everything up and controlled all the internal bleeding. Has he been in a fight recently? There was quite a bit of bruising on his chest and sides and he has a gash on his forehead."
Alexandria looked thoroughly upset and confused. "I-I don't know."
"Okay, well we patched everything up, but his face is a little swollen from whatever altercation that occurred before the shooting. He's in recovery and will be brought to a room later on tonight."
"Thank you so much for saving my son," Alexandria said sincerely.
"It's my job. I'll be in to check on him once he's settled into his room," Dr. Grey told them and then she left.
Alexandria went to sit back down, letting go a breath she didn't know she was holding. "He's going to be okay."
Burt woke up Kurt with a gentle shake. "Hey, Bud. Blaine's out of surgery."
Kurt shot up like a firecracker. "Can I see him?"
"Not yet, he's in recovery," Alexandria explained. "Did, did he get into a fight before getting shot?"
Kurt looked at her with a confused face. He looked down, trying to remember what happened before Dave pulled the gun out. "Uh, there was a gash on the side of his head. I uh, I asked about it but he never answered because Dave pulled the gun out."
"D-do you think Dave and him got into a fight beforehand?" Alex asked.
"I wouldn't put it past him. I can ask Coach, I need to go back to school anyway and get our bags," Kurt rambled, getting up from his seat next to Burt. "And I have to get my truck."
"I'll call Dereck, he'll meet you over there," Alex said, pulling her phone out.
"Dereck?" Burt asked.
"He's my husband, Blaine's step-father," Alex explained as she pressed the phone to her ear. "Hey sweetie."
"What's up? You never call while I'm at the office," Dereck said.
"There's been an accident with Blaine," she explained, trying to keep her voice level.
"Is he okay?"
"He will be. He, he got shot at school today."
"Wh-what?" Dereck stammered.
She explained the whole situation to Dereck with a little help from Kurt who supplied her with the information she missed. Dereck was silent the entire time, not really knowing what to say.
"Kurt has to go get his truck and their bags from school. Can you come get him from the hospital so you can take there so you can go talk to Beiste with him?"
"S-sure. Tell him I'm on my way."
"Okay."
They hung up and she placed her phone back in her purse. "He's on his way now, he'll call when he gets outside."
Kurt nodded, wiping his face. "I'm sorry Mrs. Lewis."
"Please call me Alex, Kurt. It's not your fault, we're going to persecute this boy to the full extent of the law. He's not going to get away with this," she smiled, pulling him into a hug.
"Thank you. I love Blaine, this was never something I thought would happen when we got together."
"I know you do, if you didn't you wouldn't be here right now," she murmured, rubbing his back.
A few minutes later, Alex's phone rang. It was Dereck telling Kurt he was outside waiting. The adults walked Kurt out to Dereck's truck. Burt and Carole told him they would see him at home, much to his chagrin.
"So you're the famous Kurt that Blaine talks about all the time?" Dereck said as he drove away from the hospital and to the school.
"I'm not that amazing," Kurt sniffled.
"Oh please! That boy gushes over you every chance he gets. He said you have the voice of an angel when you sing."
Kurt blushed. "He has a beautiful voice, too. I'm sorry this happened Mr. Lewis," Kurt told him.
"Stop it, Kurt. Call me Dereck. And this isn't your fault, I know you may think it is, but it's not."
Kurt sniffled, wiping his eyes. "I just feel like it could have been prevented. Blaine, he's…" he chuckled in spite of himself. "He has the need to tell people he doesn't like, or even people he just met our business, like they want to hear it."
"His lewd comments?" Dereck asked.
"Yeah, his filter around my parents seems nonexistent, but they like him. He was supposed to have dinner at my house tonight and watch the game with my dad Sunday."
"You don't do sports?" Dereck asked.
"No, I do fashion and singing. Sports are sweaty and gross," Kurt shuddered just thinking about how nasty and gross sports are.
"But don't you cheer?"
"I used to, I quit because I couldn't go to school, do glee club, and work while being a Cheerio," he shrugged.
"Ah, Blaine always talked about how he would watch you cheer when he wasn't on the field," Dereck chuckled.
"He's such a guy," Kurt giggled. "He was the best thing on the team."
"That he was. He'll be able to play again next season," Dereck told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"It's cool that you're cool with Blaine and me."
"You make him happy, that's all I can ask for," Dereck smiled.
Kurt nodded his understanding, dropping the conversation. They pulled up to the school a few minutes later. The parking lot was filling up with people that were staying for the game.
"The game didn't get cancelled?" Dereck asked, his voice was appalled.
"The school would have to pay a fine to cancel last minute, and I know Blaine wouldn't want them to cancel because of him," Kurt murmured, sliding out of Dereck's truck.
Dereck mumbled something Kurt couldn't understand or even want to understand. They walked into the school, going straight to their lockers. Kurt grabbed both their bags and books for homework they have, although he knew Blaine wouldn't be up to doing for a while.
Kurt led Dereck to Coach Beiste's office in the locker room. A million emotions ran through Kurt when he saw the crime scene in front of them. There was blood on the floor still from where Blaine was at, there was crime tape everywhere and it smelled of blood. Blaine's blood.
Tears pricked at Kurt's eyes when the metallic smell hit his nose. He began shaking and getting nauseous.
"Let's see if she's on the field," Dereck suggested, seeing Kurt lose control.
Kurt nodded, backing away from the office. He walked out to the field and saw Coach sitting while the football players were stretching on the field.
"Coach?" Kurt called quietly.
She looked up and tears sprang to her face. She engulfed Kurt in a bone crushing hug.
"Coach, I'm kind of small," Kurt gasped.
"Sorry pumpkin," she said, releasing him. "How is he?"
"He's fine, he's out of surgery. Did he get into a fight beforehand?" Kurt asked.
Coach looked up at Dereck and was taken aback by the look on his face. "I caught Blaine and Dave behind the school. Blaine said that Dave dragged him back there and tackled him to the ground and threw a two by four at his chest. Blaine hit him with a pipe, when I found them, Blaine had the pipe in his hands."
Dereck chocked back a sob. "So this was completely personal?"
"Completely. From what I gathered, Dave is jealous of what Blaine and Kurt have."
"Wh-where is David?" Kurt asked.
"Jail, so is Chandler," she told them.
"Chandler?"
"He was in on the whole thing. They had a plan of some sort," she shrugged.
"Thanks Coach. I'll see you Monday," Kurt gave her one last hug before he and Dereck left.
"Can you call me when Blaine is settled into his room?" Kurt asked when they reached the parking lot.
"Sure thing. Thank you Kurt."
Kurt smiled and got in his Navigator to drive home. He had to pull over halfway to his house because his tears got the best of him. How could this have happened? Blaine and Kurt had been happy, despite their petty fights, they were happy together and were supposed to have a happy night at dinner, but now that wasn't going to happen.
()()()()()()()
Kurt was awoken a little after midnight by his cell phone. Eyes still closed, Kurt reached on his bedside table to grab his phone and pressed it to his ear.
"'ello?" he mumbled.
"Kurt, this is Dereck. Blaine's in his room and he's asking for you," Dereck said in a hushed tone.
"'mkay, tell him I'll be right there," Kurt yawned and then threw his phone to the foot of his bed.
Kurt rolled over and out of his bed, not even bothering to get dressed properly. He pulled on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. He slipped some shoes and one of the many hoodies Blaine has left over there before grabbing his phone, keys and wallet. He tiptoed down the steps and out the front door and into his Navigator.
Ten minutes later, Kurt was parked and inside the hospital asking for Blaine's room. He was instructed to go to the fifth floor and ask the nurse there for Blaine's room number. He did that and was directed to Blaine's room.
He walked in to see Alex and Dereck sleeping in some comfortable looking chairs and Blaine was staring at him.
"Hi sweetie," Blaine said softly. "Were you at home sleeping?"
Kurt closed the door and walked over to the bedside, pulling a chair to sit down. "Yeah, but its fine," he shrugged. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore. How are you?"
"Pissed, terrified, sick, afraid."
Blaine reached a hand out and placed it on the side of Kurt's head. "Don't be sweetheart. I'm fine."
Tears began falling from Kurt's eyes. "I hate him for doing this to you, to us."
"I know baby," Blaine whispered. "Get up here."
"I can't, I don't want to hurt you."
Blaine moved a little bit in the bed, making room for Kurt. He winced a bit at the movement in his lower abdomen but brushed it off so Kurt wouldn't notice.
"Come on, I need my cuddles." He made a little pouty face that he knew Kurt couldn't resist.
"You're so lucky that I can't resist that face," Kurt sighed, toeing his shoes off and pulling his hoodie off. He got in the bed next to Blaine, pulling him in his arms.
"Did you get into a fight today?" Kurt asked him after a few minutes of silence.
"Yeah. Dave tried to jump me in the back of the school. Coach found us before I beat his ass with a pipe I found."
"I'm sorry," Kurt whispered.
"It's not your fault, Dave wanted to hurt me anyway."
Kurt tightened his arms around Blaine, resting his chin on the top of Blaine's shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, too, baby. Go back to sleep," Blaine said softly.
Kurt sighed softly, letting a few tears fall from his face. Blaine reached up and wiped his tears, but he didn't say anything.
They snuggled together until they fell back asleep.
This was a bit much. I really don't have much to say about this chapter now that it's over.
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Burt gets a new heart either in the next chapter or the one after that. Blaine and Kurt visit Dave and Chandler in jail. So that's all the big news for the next chapter. So yeah, I hope you liked this one. Let me know if you did or didn't and why. I like why's.
Okay, so until next chapter!