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Okay, no judgement. I just can't believe it
I'm off to the cinema later so I thought I should upload sooner rather then later :D
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lyokodreamer: that was my plan! If he doesn't release the box scene, I have a sledge hammer in my dad's shed with his name on it. I can find out his address easily.
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Guest: damn! You're a guest I don't know your true identity…okay that was a bit stalkerish. I apologise. And YEAH I'M BRITISH! But get this right, I hate tea, and I don't like dipping biscuits in drinks. I think its gross. Just so you know because most Brits do that :P I know right! Silly Blaine! Klaine are going to have a serious talking to in this chapter….
Mr Schue was sitting in his living room, surrounded by a few beer bottles. He was just finishing off his 5th beer bottle when he saw Sue storm in.
"How do you always get into my house Sue?" Will said, aggravated.
"Well William, if you need help learning how to LOCK THE DOOR then I am not the person." Will huffed. "I suppose you heard about Porcelain?"
"No, what?" Will sat up; he was all ears at the mention of Kurt's name.
"He's not going to make it much longer. He developed an infection and it will soon be leading its way to his bloodstream." Sue said.
Will just sat there staring at her. "This is all my fault." Will finally broke. He spent most of his days here drinking, he stayed clear of the TV, the telephone, and he wouldn't go outside. Since the last time he tried to go out of his house he was surrounded by news crews asking him "why did you leave a student to fend for himself to save your own bacon?"
Will was so full of guilt, but to find that the whole school, heck probably the whole of America knew that he left Kurt to die. And he will take that to his grave. To hear that Kurt was dying, Will wished he could somehow swap places with Kurt. He didn't deserve this.
"Well William, it's not your entire fault. You weren't the one to shoot the school down, killing 11 and injuring 27. From what I can see and smell, your punishing yourself. But you have to face the consequences of your actions. You can't spend the rest of your life wallowing and hiding in here."
"How do you know about Kurt?"
"Burt called me last night, he's heartbroken. I tried reassuring him that Kurt was strong, and he would get better, but Burt told me about all the machine's the doctors have him on to keep him alive. If Kurt doesn't survive this, I have no idea what Burt would do." Sue said sadly.
Will was meaning to go to the hospital and visit some of his students. But he obviously wasn't the most popular person at the moment.
"Have you spoken to Emma's parents yet?" Sue said sorrowfully.
Will didn't even answer her question. His dear Emma. He was told that she went out of her office to see what all the commotion was about, unfortunately she was one of the first victims.
Will cleared his throat and kept the tears away. "Have you heard from anyone else?" Will said.
Sue looked at him pitifully. "There's a memorial this Friday at the school. I spoke to Britt and she said that Irish's parents will bring his body back to Ireland. I spoke to all the other Glee Club's parents and the Berry's, Motta's, Fabray's, Chang's, Hart's will all be at the memorial, they will also announce the funeral dates."
Sue got up to leave, "You have my number if you need me." Then Sue left.
Will also got up from his seat, threw all the empty bottles, and went into the shower. He then got into bed and tried to sleep, 'please get better soon Kurt', Will said under his breathe before he fell asleep.
He was hiding, from something, or someone, he could hear shots coming from all around him, he heard screams, people screaming for help. He was then faced with a man in black, wearing a gas mask over his face. He had a gun pointed at Kurt.
Kurt woke up screaming this morning. He had the most awful nightmare. He had to be restrained by his dad.
"Careful son, you'll hurt yourself, its okay. You're safe now." Burt cooed.
Kurt sat back in the hospital bed, his ribs were killing him. He pressed the button to give him more pain medication.
"You did good this time buddy, you slept a whole 5 hours." Burt smiled.
Kurt woke up 4 days ago. Since he woke up, they had told him about the shooting. He has had nightmares ever since his pain medication usage got reduced. From watching his friends die, to Kurt not getting in front of Blaine in time, and watching the love of his life be killed.
Doctor's did tests on Kurt's spine, they found that there wasn't much damage done, but he will be in a wheelchair for a while just as a precaution.
"The doctor's said you'll be released at the end of the week, in time for the Memorial service." Burt grabbed Kurt's hand to let him know he didn't have to face this alone.
"I don't think I could ever face going back to that school." Kurt said sadly. He felt bad that he hadn't cried yet. He grieved for his friends of course, but he didn't cry.
"That's understandable Kiddo. Hey, you up for a few visitors later? Some of them have been dying to see you." Burt asked.
Kurt smiled. He was glad he had his dad for company, but they didn't really share much in common. They were total opposites.
"That would be fantastic." Kurt yawned.
"Shall I get your iPod from the bag Carole sent? Then you can have a nap."
"Yes please dad." Kurt said.
The music soon lulled Kurt into a deep sleep, knowing when he woke up, he would have more company.
Kurt awoke to lots of voices.
"Shut up he's waking up!"
Kurt opened his eyes and was met with the faces of the remaining New Directions.
"Did anyone ever tell you you're so adorable when you're asleep?" Tina asked. She looked tired, like she cried herself to sleep every night since Mike died.
"Yeah dude, if you weren't in the circumstances your in now, we'd have a lot of pictures to post to Facebook" Puck gave Kurt a mischievous smile.
Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled at each of his friends. Brittany came and sat next to him on the bed, so close that they were hip to hip. She then started stroking his hand.
"I really want to cuddle with you, but everyone said you're still sick and I would hurt you, and I really don't want to hurt you." Brittany said seriously.
Kurt squeezed her hand. "It's okay Boo. I'm getting better already so when I do get better I will give you lots of hugs." Brittany bounced up and down in the bed, but then stopped when she heard Kurt hiss in pain.
"I'm sorry Kurtie." She looked like she was about to cry.
"Don't worry about it," he said looking right in her eyes. She then kissed him on the cheek.
Santana and Tina sat on the end of the beds on each side, Mercedes came to perch on the other side of Brittany next to Kurt, and everyone else was either sat on the floor or on the chair. Puck was standing, as he was a 'badass'.
"Are you going to released in time for the memorial?" Santana asked.
"The doctors said I will be released Friday morning, so I'll try and make it."
Everyone just sat in silence for a while, remembering their fallen friends. Quinn, Mike, Rachel, Rory, Joe and Sugar, the seniors and juniors who would never make it to college, and live their dreams.
"Did you guys hear that they said that the gunman was mental, so he might spend the rest of his life in a mental institute?" Santana said bitterly.
Sam scoffed, "of course he would, if I were the police department, he'd be on death row, or I'd kill him myself."
The New Directions mumbled in agreement. It was still a sore topic.
"White boy, if you ever scare me like that again, I swear you don't want to know what I'd do to you." Mercedes said playfully.
"Mercy, don't make me laugh! I'm still a bit tender." Kurt winked.
"That was real brave what you did for your toyboy back there Hummel," Puck said.
"Yeah, I don't think any of us would have been that brave." Tina said.
"Well, when you truly love someone, you'd do anything for them." Kurt grinned.
They all turned around when they heard the door close, and there stood Blaine, who was smiling happily.
"Hey guys! It's great to see you!"
He went over and smashed his face with Kurt's.
"Okay, well, we're going to leave you two lover boys to get your mack on. But as soon as you come out of here Kurtikins, we're abducting you for the day! Besides, I need your wheelchair to get me into good parking spaces." Santana said.
Everyone glared at her, while Brittany smacked her arm. Kurt just laughed.
"Oh Satan, I love you too."
"At least we'll be wheelie buddies!" Artie moved forward to fist bump Kurt.
"I'll see you guys later," Kurt smiled.
As they all filed out, giving one last goodbye wave. When the door closed, Blaine took Brittany's place on the bed next to Kurt.
"You look a lot better," Kurt smiled.
"Hey! I should be saying that to you!" Blaine said, causing Kurt to let out a small chuckle.
"I sent my dad home after I fell asleep, then the New Directions came, so we have the next few hours of alone time." Kurt winked.
Blaine gasped. "Kurt Hummel! We can't do stuff like that while your in a hospital bed!" Blaine whispered loudly.
Kurt just looked at him innocently, "what? I didn't say anything."
They both sat there in comfortable silence for a while.
"I hope you know Kurt that I am truly sorry about everything that happened," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled sadly, "It did hurt my feelings; don't get me wrong, it hurt that you actually thought I'd do anything to hurt you and our relationship. What is a relationship without trust?" Blaine let out a half sob, "No, I'm not breaking up with you. It was a stupid mistake, and we've both learnt our lesson."
"Do you mind telling me about Charlie?" Blaine asked.
"His name was Chandler, we met at the music store the day I asked you to come but you didn't, he complimented my clothes, I told him I was looking for something to audition to NYADA with and gave me a few pointers. He asked for my number, I thought it was as friends. First it was normal talk, and then we decided to have a mini competition on who could find the most cheesiest pick up lines. I was having fun. We hardly spent much time together anymore, and I missed us." Kurt said sadly.
"I was drawing away from you because I was imaging what life would be like without you when you're in New York. I just don't want to lose you to a more good looking college guy when you go out there."
"Blaine, you're never going to lose me. Not now, not ever. To be honest, I've been worried about a new gay student coming to join the school next year and he would replace me."
"That's never going to happen; you're the love of my life, Kurt. It's only you I want." Blaine said pleadingly.
"Well then it's as us we'll stay. Its funny-"
Kurt was interrupted by an unwanted visitor bursting through the door.
Who's the visitor? Find out next chapter!
I'm having a crisis everyone!
As this fic is soon coming to an end, what should I write about next?
More angst or happy fics?
From what I've gathered from my stories, most people on here love angst.
I'm torn between Kurt/Burt car crash, or a kidnapping with Kurt + another New Directions? (NOT BLAINE)
Factfile continued:
Male/Female: Female
Favourite celebrities: Chris Colfer, Darren Criss, Grant Gustin, Kevin McHale, Neil Patrick Harris + David Burtka
Least favourite person who has recently joined twitter and if he releases a certain box scene this hate may change: Ryan Murphy.
OMG CHRIS COLFER JUST TWEETED ME!