AN: So due to some lovely people asking (demanding) me to continue the oneshot, i decided that i would. so thank you to everyone who read it and enjoyed it. this is for you. i'm not sure how long this will be now but it won't be ending for quite a bit... so enjoy!
The monitor kept letting out that glorious beep that let me know that Kurt was alive and I was happy for that, unfortunately it meant that even though I wouldn't be able to anyway due to worry, I couldn't sleep. So I had instead decided to spend the night holding Kurt's hand and praying to whoever was up there that he would be okay. (Even though he didn't believe in whoever that was.) My thoughts were however cut short when Burt ran through the door, practically breaking it off its hinges as he did so.
"How is he? Is he alright?" Burt questioned. He had clearly been working late at the shop again, but his expression was different to that which we would have normally see on a Saturday night when he got home. Instead of looking satisfied at a hard day's work and slightly oil stained from the cars, his eyes were red rimmed, his faction expressions were strained and he looked like he was trying not to cry in front of me. I got up and gave the brave man a reassuring hug, he had already lost Kurt's mum and I couldn't bear to see him going through losing his only son. The whole experience couldn't have been good for his heart so I gestured to the seat I had just left by the side of Kurt's bed and let him sit down and rest in it. If Burt got too stressed then he might get another heart attack and I was not willing to be the one to let Kurt know when he woke up. He nodded towards me in thanks and took a seat. My legs all of a sudden felt like string and I leaned on the side of the wall for balance. I felt like my legs were giving up on me which wouldn't have actually surprised me seeing as everything else seemed to be.
I took a look and realised how broken he really looked, the covers were on most of him but his complexion seemed to be getting paler and his ribs and right leg were covered in bandages. The doctors couldn't tell me the full extent of his injuries until Burt had arrived so until now, no one but the medical staff fully knew what was wrong with him. If he left me I didn't know what I would do. Our dreams had all been planned together and if he didn't make it through this then I couldn't even consider going out and functioning in normal life because my life would have gone with him. I sank down the wall pulling my head back into my hand and cried softly to myself. I felt completely and utterly lost.
"How are you feeling kiddo?" Burt asked, a reassuring look painted on his face.
"I don't know." I sniffed.
"He'll be alright. Kurt's a strong kid." he patted his sons hand as if willing him to be okay.
W had settled into a comfortable silence when a nurse came in.
"There are some policemen in the reception downstairs; they want to talk to you." She said before promptly leaving, I guess she had patient's lives to save.
Burt and I exchanged a glance and both mentally agreed that I would go down first.
The trip downstairs took a lot less time than it did getting upstairs, but all I wanted to do was get back to Kurt, any minute spent without him was a minutes I wasted.
The reception was full of police there were three talking to other patients, probably there for a different, there was another one sat in the corner on the phone to the head of department. I had spent a lot of my childhood surrounded by these men so I set into a comfortable stance around them. One man so had obviously been behind me, moved around and shook my hand.
"Hello you must be Blaine Anderson, I am Officer Jones, you probably know why I'm here to talk about you." he pulled out a notepad and gestured for me to sit in one of the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. He was a lot taller than me that was for sure, his brown hair was gelled back in a fashionable but appropriate manner. If he hadn't been a cop on duty I would have asked about tips.
"Probably to try and find out who attacked Kurt." I sighed, I already had an idea about who did it to him and it was probably obvious to everyone else who had done this to him as well.
"You would be correct, so I'll cut to the chase, we've already talked to Finn and he said that Kurt was bullied badly by some of the football team but he was too distressed to give me names, can you give me any?" He asked with his pen at the ready to write.
"Well I don't know all of their names you'd have to ask maybe Noah pucker an about that but I two of the people who antagonised him most are David Karofsky and Azimio Adams, I hope that helps."
"It does thank you, the sooner. Can lock these bastards up the better. So do you have any idea why they would want to beat Kurt up?" There wasn't much need for him to ask but of course it would be standard procedure.
"Probably because Kurt's gay and they are homophobic physcos." I answered. The walls starting to fuzz as I started to feel the long day take its toll on me. Officer Jones dismissed me and I went back up to Kurt's room. Burt was still in there but now he was hunched over Kurt's bed, shuddering with the power of the tears that he was crying. I burst into the room and ran up to Burt, giving him a hug that reminded me a lot of the one that he had given me earlier.
"Burt what's wrong is Kurt... Is he?"
"Blaine, the doctors just came in before you got back and checked Kurt's vitals and some other stuff that I don't understand. They told me- they told me he's in a coma." I turned to look at Kurt. He didn't look much different to when I had left; he was still the broken and beaten boy that I loved. I released Burt when I realised I still had him locked in a tight hug from the shock and went over to the other side of Kurt's bed and broke down into sobs.
They would pay for hurting him, I was going to make sure of it.