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Date: June 9, 2016
Disclaimer: I do not own this fandom nor make profit from this fiction.
Finn Hudson had never been so glad to see his mom than he was after spending forty eight long hours in the holding cells of the Lima Police Department. However, his joy was short lived when she refused to allow him to hug her as well as refusing to allow him to speak.
"I do not want to hear a sound out of you until I say otherwise. Get in the back of the car, I can barely even look at the cruel, mean child that you are."
Finn's temper rose as he could only imagine what Kurt had told their parents. If the kid was not such a disgusting, same sex loving freak, nobody would give him such a hard time. Everyone else worked to fit into the system, why did he believe himself so special as to not have to. Sometimes Finn just wanted to shake Kurt until he realized that it was his fault that everything was so difficult, that he would never have been hurt in the first place if he could just keep his gayness to himself.
Once they made it to the house, Carol left the car with an anger that seemed to taint the very air around her. It put Finnegan on edge as well as feeding his own ire towards Kurt. However, fear stole the show when he walked in the house and saw Burt standing there with the fury of the fires of hell gleaming darkly within his usually easy going eyes. Finn felt himself break out into a cold sweat as he swallowed hard against the suffocating lump that had appeared within the confines of his throat.
"What. Happened?" Finn and Carole could hear the grinding of teeth and bone.
"...Puck and I planned a party to celebrate our graduation and had invited everyone. ...There was some booze but Kurt was supposed to be out of the house, too. He said he wanted nothing to do with caveman traditions of booze and girls. Only he must have come home and then the cops came and everything has been blown way out of proportion just because he was mad that we might have broken something." The last part of that sentence was said under his breath, but both parents heard it.
"Why is it that everytime you get into trouble and have to face the consequences, it always someone else's fault, Kurt's fault….. Kurt was not the to call the cops, Finnegan Hudson. Kurt was too busy dying in our backyard after being beaten again. Our neighbor had the responsibility of calling the cops after she saw your brother hanging from a tree in the backyard while you were DRINKING WITH HIS THE PEOPLE THAT TORMENTED HIM!" Carole's shout at the end shocked both Burt and Finn. She was mild mannered even in her anger and not once had she raised her voice since the green grass guy had left her for a younger woman some time ago. It took a few moments before everything she said finally processed through his brain.
"What do you mean Kurt's dying. He's just mad about the party...right?"
Carole and Burt stared at the tall teen hard before Burt turned around and left. He just could not deal with Finn's particular brand of slow at this moment in time. He went out to the garage, started the car and headed back to the hospital to be with his son. Carole was left to deal with the child that she had birthed and for once, she felt a hopelessness that she had not felt even when his father had died whilst she was pregnant.
"Kurt was beaten unconscious and strung up in the tree in our backyard. While you were boozing it up, Kurt was bleeding out in full view of the neighbors' back porch. If it had even been an hour later that he had been found, there would have been nothing that anyone could do. As it is, Kurt is currently at the hospital in a coma that nobody knows whether or not he's ever gonna wake up from. I just...I just don't know where I went wrong." Carole broke into tears and fled up the stairs to the room that at one point she had shared with her husband.
Finn had no idea what to do. Things had gotten so far out of hand that nothing was making any sense. He had been so angry at Kurt, but given what his mom had just told him, that blew all the wind out of his sails. He was adrift, without direction, utterly lost in the face of all the consequences that were dogging his every step.
Carole and Burt barely looked at each other, let alone at Finn. The hammer of guilt was pounding ever harder at the tender insides of one Finn Hudson. Frankenteen was forced to watch as his mother's marriage, her happiness fell apart in front of his eyes. The worst part of it was that he was the direct cause of frigid atmosphere that had engulfed the Hudmel household and he had no earthly idea how to fix it or even if it could be fixed. He wanted to call someone, but his mom had taken his phone and he was too afraid to leave his room, to face the looks on their faces every time they laid eyes on him. In the end, he had no choice but to just lie on his bed, looking at the ceiling with nothing to think about but the actions and non actions that had led him to this moment.
There would be no trial because there was no case. No one saw who attacked Kurt and no one who was arrested was willing to talk about the party at all. The Lima Police were not all that interested in following it up anyway. By their count, the little queer was lucky to still be breathing. If it had been up to them, they would have let him die, but medics were such bleeding hearts.
Doctor Quintz was in a position that he had never in his wildest dreams imagined he could be. Kurt Hummel had been awake for less than twenty four hours and already his health was taking a nosedive. It was not due to lack of care, that was for certain...no, it was due to the fact that for some currently inexplicable reason, Kurt was negatively affected by the presence of his parents as well as his friends. In fact, the three teens had been put on the red list, meaning under no circumstances were they allowed to come into contact with Kurt Hummel. It was clear to the doctor that the boy's parents loved him and that they were in no way responsible for the young adult's current situation, but every time one or both of them entered the room, the youth shut down. Kurt would become unresponsive, uncooperative, vacant. He was an empty shell of himself and now, after the couple had returned home for the evening, his patient had requested his presence with a most unusual demand.
"Let me see if I have understood this correctly, you want me to lie to your parents about your discharge date, whenever I deem it time to do so, and let you leave the hospital sans support?" The doctor was not quite certain he had ever been so bewildered. Kurt was not afraid of his parents nor had he witnessed any actions by the parents that would lead him to believe that they would harm Kurt in any fashion. He had no earthly idea of why the teen would request this duplicity of him.
"I can't go back there. I CAN'T go back there. I will die. There will be no third chances, no lucky last minute save. I will a corpse buried six feet under with nothing but cold marble to mark my existence. After everything that has happened, they still don't see." Kurt hissed the last word as he turned desperate eyes toward his physician. The doctor stared him back in the eye and saw nothing but truth and true fear in those stormy eyes. The youngest Hummel believed with undeniable fear that only death awaited him should he return home. Doctor Quintz still had his doubts about this whole situation though.
Kurt had waited until a day where his doctor was not working and then signed himself out AMA (against medical advice). In the early morning hours, just before visiting hours were set to begin the young man still in stages of recovery, with nothing more than a messenger bag, hobbled himself into a yellow cab waiting in front of the hospital. He paid the driver upfront and sat back to relax for the twenty minute ride to the airport where his plane to freedom prepared for flight. He was doing this before anyone realized, before anyone could stop him again and he would be gone. He was not going to remain a caged bird destined to die. He was going to spread his wings, he was going to leap, he was going to fly. No matter what, he was going to fly.
It was a bit difficult to navigate the airport due to the fact that he was hobbled by his still healing injuries, but he pushed through the throbbing of his overworked injuries until he made it to the gate. He still had many worries and obstacles to overcome once he was there such as shelter and food and a job, but that would be a cake walk compared to everything he had endured the past year. After almost a forty minute wait, Kurt was escorted onto the plane by a well meaning attendant that helped him to settle comfortably in his coach seat as best they were able. Kurt Hummel settled his earbuds in his ears and started his playlist as he let his head fall back onto the headrest and closed his eyes. He was finally out.
A/N: Thank you everyone for sticking with the story this long. I know it took much longer than originally planned, but its finally finished. I still don't know if I want to do a sequel for it, but if any of you adventurous writers want to take up the challenge of doing so, I give blanket permission. Just give me a link so I can enjoy too.
Cheers!
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