Aww you guys, your reviews made me so happy :') a happy me = more chapters! WhenRiversTurnToRoads I completely agree with you, I'm just not sure how he should die. I want him to get what he deserves first, killing him would be like giving him the easy way out. This chapter ended up six pages long on Word and over 2,000 words :O I did a lil' happy dance when I finished! Here's the chapter:
Chapter Two – I'm Loving Angels Instead
Time is a strange thing. Blaine found as he sat with Kurt in the hospital, only leaving for toilet breaks when absolutely necessary, time would go by in huge chunks, and then slow down dangerously until continuing in massive leaps. Soon Blaine found it was Monday morning, and in the 60 hours of Kurt being at hospital Blaine hadn't left even once, whereas Burt was backwards and forwards like a yo-yo, never able to stay in the hospital for more than an hour at a time.
Wes and David had spent the whole of Saturday there, only leaving when the Dean of Dalton arrived to pass on his condolences and check on his talented pupil, who was lying unresponsive and unmoving in the hospital bed. Nick and Jeff arrived Sunday morning with fresh clothes and food for Blaine; food that on Monday morning was still untouched by Blaine. He couldn't eat or sleep, and speech was rare from the normally dapper young man.
Yet Monday came, and Blaine didn't return to the school. The Dean, after seeing the state he was in on Saturday, gave permission for him to remain at the hospital until Kurt woke up as long as he did school work while he was there, knowing that Blaine would be no use to anyone at school and away from Kurt.
"Finn?" Blaine whispered his voice hoarse from lack of use.
"Yeah bro?"
"Have you told the New Directions about Kurt?"
"Puck knows, I-" Finn stopped, hanging his head in shame. "I couldn't tell the others when I went, they were laughing and having so much fun. I couldn't stop that. I'm going in for glee club this afternoon, Mr Shue knows and Principal Figgins allowed me the same deal as you."
Blaine only hummed his acknowledgement of Finn's mini-speech, and the room once again feel into silence.
Wes banged his gavel three times against the council table in the Dalton choir room to attract the attention of the rowdy group of boys. "Warblers, I have spoken to Finn, Kurt's step-brother, and the New Directions will all know by tomorrow."
"What did think about the collaboration?" A junior Warbler called Thad asked, "Would they do it?"
"Finn liked the idea, and so did Noah Puckerman, one of the members. All we need to do now is think of some suggestions to put forward, and then the Dean has arranged for us to travel to Lima to practice with New Directions tomorrow afternoon. If it all goes to plan we'll be singing to Kurt on Wednesday after school." David replied, "but while we're with them there is to be no talk of Regionals; either club could be disqualified."
Muttering rippled through the group when David had finished, mainly about the short time they had to practice.
"Warblers, I know we don't have long, but this is for one of us! We can do it!"
Carole glanced worriedly at her husband as he drove back to the hospital. Kurt was his baby yet he didn't seem to want to stay at his bedside. She knew that Kurt's mom had died when he was eight, and Burt had only recently come out of his own coma, but she was concerned.
"Burt honey, why don't you stay with Kurt tonight? Let Blaine have his rest, he hasn't left Kurt once since Friday night."
"Carole, I can't. I want to but I can't. Besides, Blaine won't leave anyway. The nurses say that he won't even eat let alone sleep."
Carole frowned. "Why won't you stay with your son Burt? He needs you!"
"NO!" Burt exploded "Carole, I can't! You don't know what it's like, seeing my last link to Elizabeth lying there, looking so much like her. She- she never recovered. She was in a coma, and never woke up. Each time I look at Kurt I see Elizabeth. You don't know how that feels!"
Carole looked down, ashamed at the assumptions she had so wrongly made. The rest of the journey passed in silence until the couple arrived at Lima Memorial. By now it was early evening and general visiting hours were in full swing. They made it to the lift with only a few desperate press members still clamoring for an interview, and up to Kurt's room. Flashing their security passes at the police guards they entered to find Blaine still curled up on a chair holding Kurt's limp hand.
"Hi," the teen muttered morosely, "Finn just left with Noah, something about seeing the rest of New Directions. He asked if I wanted to come, but I'm not leaving Kurt."
Carole nodded before enveloping him into a hug "Blaine sweetie, you can't stay here the whole time, it isn't good for you, and it'll do Kurt no good if you make yourself ill!"
Blaine wrapped his arms around his chest having withdrawn from Carole's hug.
"I can't leave Kurt. Why isn't he waking up? Why did this happen to him?" He broke down sobbing.
"Kid, Karofsky is insane." Burt stepped forward, "Nobody know why he did what he did except for him and maybe Kurt. We just have to wait for Kurt's body to process what happened and heal; it needs to rest and reset. Why don't you at least try to sleep here again before the nurse's force it upon you. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you stayed as long as you slept and ate."
"Thanks Mr Hummel." Blaine said, not looking up from his lap.
"Call me Burt, kid."
After a long while Burt and Carole left, leaving Blaine to his first real sleep since Thursday night. After the eight o'clock rounds made by Doctor Mauswell the police officers made their way to the cafeteria for a coffee, thinking that nothing would happen in the ten minutes they were gone.
Silently, like a panther in the jungle, the jock made his was down the darkened corridors, peering into each room until he arrived at the room of the boy that had caused him so much hassle and humiliation.
"So Hummel, your lady man hasn't left?" The jock whispered mockingly to the comatose teen. "Looks like we'll have to take care of him as well then!" Karofsky slammed a piece of black tape over Blaine's mouth, waking him from his slumber, before tying him to his chair with a piece of cord.
Blaine struggled hard, trying to at least move the heavy chair. "Where were the policeguards when you needed them?" he thought as he fought against his bonds, forced to watch as Karofsky stroked Kurt's face.
"Looks like I didn't do the job properly, fag. Luckily for me I have no idea what these wires do; let's have some fun!" he laughed before yanking on a wire that kept Kurt's oxygen flowing. Alarms sounded throughout the room. Karofsky swore under his breath; doctors would know someone was here. He pulled out a knife from his back pocket, glancing around the room once before stabbing Kurt in the stomach, and then he ran like the wind out of room.
Doctors and nurses appeared moments later, taking one look at the dying Kurt and still-struggling Blaine before one stood outside the room to ring both the police and Kurt's parents.
"Blaine, Blaine, what happened?" A nurse named Lily asked frantically as she ripped the tape off Blaine's mouth.
"Karofsky, he was here! He- God, he stabbed Kurt! Help him!" Blaine replied shakily before hurrying back to his boyfriend. "Kurt! Kurt, hang on, we'll help you!"
Doctor Mauswell, who had stayed late to finish paperwork, reconnected Kurt's oxygen before turning to Blaine. "We have to take him back to the OR, Karofsky did some serious damage. Wait here for Burt and Carole before speaking to the police, as well as asking for a change of guards. This never should have happened if those incompetent fools hadn't have left early."
30 minutes later saw Burt and Carole running at full speed towards Kurt's room, only to find Blaine and two police officers in there with no Kurt.
"Burt, Carole! Karofsky, he came back. He bound me up, I tried to escape, I did, but he just stabbed Kurt and ran!"
Burt sank into a chair as his mind processed what had happened. As he remembered about the guards he turned to the officers standing unobtrusively in the corner of the square room. "And where were the guards, hey? Where were the people paid to stop this from happening?" Burt was furious, his baby had been hurt because of two respected members of society that couldn't so their jobs properly.
"Mr Hummel sir," the female officer (Officer Anna Jenkins, her name tag read) stepped forward, "the two officers on duty tonight have been suspended immediately. We need to speak to Mr Anderson here about what has happened tonight, and you needed to be here for us to start."
Blaine's 'parents' were away in Europe on business and were reluctant to return home even to make sure their only child was okay. They had never taken an interest in their disappointment of a son after he announced he was gay, going so far as to send him to distant relatives when he couldn't stay at Dalton, therefore electing Burt as his legal guardian when they were unavailable.
The interview with the police officers went smoothly as Blaine told of what Karofsky had said and done, only stopping to choke back a sob when he reached the part about Kurt being stabbed.
"So what happens now?" Carole asked as she rubbed Blaine's back while he cried softly.
"This will up the investigation and search to high priority." Anna replied, glancing at the male officer to make sure she was correct. She continued once he nodded, "New guards will be placed at Kurt's door, and even the doctor will need a security pass to gain access. Alerts will be read out on news channels frequently, and cops will be brought in from nearby states to assist with the search. Unfortunately he could be anywhere in the state, possibly Indiana or Michigan if he's driving.
Kurt arrived back from the operating theatre patched up but still in his coma 3 hours later. It was nearing midnight, and Carole had just rung Finn to let him know that they would be staying the night at the hospital and could he crash at one of the glee club member's houses. The glee club were brainstorming songs to rehearse with the Warblers the next day and Finn was still with them when Burt had rang him to tell him Kurt had been attacked again. The New Directions were in tears at what had happened to Kurt, and the latest attack had incensed them to new levels of rage and indignation.
Midnight struck and Blaine was still awake, Burt and Carole slumbering in chairs on the opposite side of Kurt's bed.
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
To make you feel my love
Blaine began to sing the lyrics that had been repeating themselves inside his head out loud, looking at Kurt's full lips and pale face. If it wasn't for the numerous machines, bandages and unsteady heartbeat radiating throughout the room he could simply be sleeping. Blaine's true love was hurt, and it was because he wasn't there to protect him.
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no - one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
I know you
Haven't made
Your mind up yet
But I would never
Do you wrong
I've known it
From the moment
That we met
No doubt in my mind
Where you belong
I'd go hungry
I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling
Down the avenue
Know there's nothing
That I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change
Are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet
Blaine knew it wasn't truly his fault, and that it was Karofsky's, yet he blamed and hated himself for the fact he wasn't there. Kurt was his boyfriend, but he hadn't even been the one to find him.
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love, To make you feel my love