Thank you Anarane, Sayuri Rose K and Sojokes for the story alert and xladykelly101x for a favorite story add

Temarifan9622- I'm glad you liked the chapter (and I'm flattered you said it was amazing). Yeah Kurt's parents are horrible- although there will be some explanation soon.

Sojokes- Don't worry about correcting me- I've gone back and fixed them. They've been pointed out before (or one has, the one in chapter 4 is a new catch) and I was trying to avoid taking the chapters down and putting them back up...but then I realized I was being blind and spotted the replace chapter option ::smacks self on forehead::

Also, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far :)

Blaine woke up later to a crick in his neck and his father's hand on his shoulder.

"W-what?" Blaine said looking up blearily.

"Time to go home." Burt said.

Blaine looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was eleven o'clock at night. Blaine couldn't believe he had been out for hours.

"Are his parents here?" Blaine asked stretching a little.

"No, they're not." Burt replied. He opened his mouth to continue but was stunned into silence when Blaine said-

"Then I'm not leaving." Blaine said then settled himself into a more comfortable position.

"But-" Burt began but his son interrupted him.

"Dad, please." Blaine begged. "I know deep down it wasn't my fault but I still feel responsible and his-" Blaine paused trying to find a word to describe Kurt's parents and couldn't find one he felt comfortable saying in front of his dad. "-adults, left us in charge. If you want to go home, I'll stay here."

Burt was again taken aback by his son again. It was times like these that reminded him his son wasn't a little boy anymore.

"I um...lets talk to the staff. You may not even be able to stay the night."

Blaine nodded before pressing the call button. The Anderson men waited patiently before they heard a person stirring in the distance and it was only a moment before a nurse appeared at the door.

"Can I help you?" The nurse said surveying the scene. Her patient was still not conscious.

"I was wondering-" Blaine started and then kind of chickened out halfway through.

He wanted to stay with Kurt- and he kept telling himself it was because the doctor might need one of the Anderson men to medical decisions but then he wasn't being entirely truthful with himself- but it wouldn't be difficult for close minded idiots to draw the wrong conclusion (if they already hadn't) about the relationship between him and Kurt.

"We were wondering, if he could spend the night." Burt asked.

The nurse seemed hesitant. Blaine wished she knew what she was thinking.

"Look, I know its probably not standard procedure but..." Blaine said and put on his puppy dog eyes (the ones he knew could get him anywhere because, apparently, they made him look adorable). "I, well, I feel responsible for him getting hurt...and his parents don't care he's here...and I can't- I don't-" Blaine took a shaking breath and he saw his father restrain laughter from the corner of his eye. "Please don't make me leave him here all alone."

Blaine forced one lone tear to fall and he saw the nurse's face soften.

"Let me get you a blanket and a pillow." The nurse said turning to leave. "But understand me- you are to let that boy rest."

"I understand." Blaine responded. "Thank you."

The nurse gave him a small smile and departed. Blaine saw his father double over, laughing as silently as he could (they were in a hospital after all).

"Could you lay it on any thicker?" Burt asked sarcastically when he regained enough air to breathe.

Blaine just smiled. What could he say? He had a talent.

"So, you're okay with me staying?" Blaine asked.

"Like I could get you to come home after that performance." Burt said and Blaine smiled at his father. "Here is Kurt's phone back. Maybe you'll hear from his parents."

"Thanks dad." Blaine said taking the phone with a small smile but restrained the urge to say 'not likely'.

Burt had a feeling the 'thanks' applied to more than letting him stay at the hospital but he nodded and let it go.

"Alright buddy, I'm gonna go. Call me in the morning." Burt said.

"Night dad."

Burt gave his son one last look and left the room. He hoped that Kurt would be okay and he wondered what was to happen when Kurt got out of the hospital.

Blaine stared at Kurt's phone and wondered what to do with it. He knew that Kurt's friends deserved to get an answer (if it had been Mercedes or Tine not responding, Blaine would be freaking) but he felt it was crossing a line by going through the texts. He stared a moment longer before the nurse returned with a pillow and a blanket.

"Here you go." She said softly. "That chair reclines, so make yourself comfy."

"Thank you again for letting me stay." Blaine said sincerely.

"You're welcome. If you need anything just let me know." She said.

"I'm Blaine by the way." Blaine said before the nurse departed.

"It's nice to meet you Blaine, I'm Jennifer." She said with a smile. "If you need anything, just ring the bell."

"Will do." Blaine replied and watched her leave.

It was just him and the unconscious Kurt again. He was determined to spend the night and now that he was he didn't know what to do. He reclined the lounger and moved it closer to Kurt so he could hold his hand (the warmth reassured him that he was going to be okay...eventually). He knew they said that those in comas can hear when people talked, but Blaine didn't really know what to say. So, he did as he often did when words failed him, he sang:

Good night my angel time to close you eyes

And save these questions for another day

I think I know what you've been asking me

I think you know what I've been trying to say

I promised I would never leave you

And you should always know

Where ever you may go

No matter where you are

I never will be far away

He sang softly, not wanting to disturb Kurt- if that was even possible.

Good night my angel now it's time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say

Remember all the songs you sang for me

When we went sailing on an emerald bay

And like a boat out on the ocean

I'm rocking you to sleep

The water's dark and deep

Inside this ancient heart

You'll always be a part of me

Do do do do...

Blaine stroked the back of Kurt's hand with his thumb, careful to avoid hitting his IV.

Goodnight my angel now it's time to dream

And dream how wonderful your life will be

Someday your child will cry and if you sing this lullaby

Then in your heart there will always be a part of me

Someday we'll all be gone

But lullabies go on and on

They never die that's how you and I will be

Blaine raised Kurt's hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

"Night Kurt."

Blaine settled in for the night and hoped that when he woke up, he'd be able to talk to Kurt again.

Kurt awoke in the middle of the night and was immediately aware that there was something in his throat and it felt uncomfortable. He looked down toward his mouth and saw a tube coming out of his mouth.

Kurt knew he was on a ventilator (he had seen enough medical dramas to know as much), a therefore in the hospital, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why.

I was with Blaine at his school...we went to talk to that asshole, try to show him we understood how it feels...he looked really angry- now I'm here.

Kurt went to raise his hand to ring the bell to get a nurse but it found it otherwise occupied with a hand. He tried to look down but couldn't because of the tube so he tugged a little hoping to wake the individual up.

The person groaned and Kurt knew it was a guy at least. However, the individual remained silent. Kurt tugged again and this time the person groaned but he heard shifting.

"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled.

Kurt's heart jumped into his throat. Blaine was the one by his side in the hospital, holding his hand. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. Blaine let go and scrambled to his feet.

"Kurt, you're awake- that's amazing. Let me call the nurse." Blaine said and grabbed the remote that had the call button on it. He rang for a nurse and then returned to Kurt's bedside.

Kurt gestured to the tube and then furrowed his brow trying to communicate: why do I have this?

Blaine knew exactly what he was trying to ask.

"You had to have surgery." Blaine said. "When the nurse gets here, she can call the doctor and see if the tube can be removed."

Kurt mimed to Blaine that he wanted his phone. Blaine reached into his pocket and handed his friend his phone. However, before Kurt could get a look at it, the nurse arrived.

"Oh, Mr. Hummel you're awake." Jennifer said.

Kurt pointed to his breathing tube.

"I'll get the doctor." She said before rushing off.

Blaine and Kurt sat in silence. Well, Blaine sat in silence while Kurt sent out a mass text message that he was in the hospital and that he'd let everyone know what was going on when he could. Whenever that will be.

"Now take it easy, you're voice will be weak for a little while." Dr. Rogers said after removing the tube.

Kurt nodded and the doctor continued his talk.

"Now, Kurt we need to talk about what happened."

"I'll just-" Blaine said before moving to leave the room but to his surprise (and maybe a little bit of happiness), Kurt croaked out-

"Stay."

Blaine immediately turned around and sat back in the recliner he had dragged next to Kurt's bedside. Kurt further surprised Blaine by holding his hand out- and Blaine surprised himself by taking it.

Dr. Rogers watched this interaction and he wondered what it all meant. However, that wasn't his business and not what he was here to discuss.

"So, Kurt, you have about twelve stitches on the back of your head and a fractured skull." Dr. Rogers said, not sugar coating it.

Blaine felt Kurt squeeze his hand and he squeezed it back, offering silent support.

"Why...gauze?" Kurt wheezed.

"You had some bleeding in your skull and we had to drain it." Dr. Rogers said.

Kurt's breathing sped up- he didn't think it was THAT serious. Blaine started to stroke his hand with his thumb- like he had before he had sung to Kurt.

"Everything went well and, judging by the fact that you've woken up rather quickly, we'll keep you here for a few days to monitor you're health. Do you have any questions?" Dr. Rogers asked.

Kurt thought and then he realized exactly what he needed to ask:

"Parents?"

Blaine froze and so did Dr. Rogers. Neither one knew how to tell the boy that his parents had turned his care over to the Andersons. Blaine decided he had to do it- he had to be the one to tell Kurt.

"Kurt-" Blaine started, and when Kurt's blue eyes locked on his, Blaine almost couldn't do it- but he knew he had to. "-when you were brought in, I called your mom and she didn't pick up so I left a message. So, I called your dad and let him know you were here and he um..."

"Hung...up?" Kurt said. Blaine's heart broke a little to see how not surprised he was that his father didn't care.

"Yeah. I didn't know what to do next so I called my dad and he came. When Dr. Rogers here needed medical decisions to be made, we called your father again and put me and my dad in charge until your mother could be contacted."

"And...she...hasn't." Kurt struggled out.

"No." Blaine responded.

So many emotions flashed over Kurt's face: anger, sadness, disappointment, resentment and acceptance. Blaine's squeezed his hand again, trying to convey that it was okay- he and his father cared.

Let me know what you thought: Probably going to fast forward a few days to when Kurt's going to be discharged- where is he going to go?