Well hello there, here's the next chapter, this may not be as good because i'm not using a beta anymore so if it doesn't make sense blame... my pillow (only keep calm-eat redvines will get that but... yeah)

Anyway... here's the next chapter, don't forget to review and stuff, Bye!

Chapter 5 - Chemical Concussion

It smelt like chemicals. Blaine never understood why hospitals smelt so bad. If they were helping people you would think it would have a welcoming smell. This was one of the things that made Blaine hate hospitals. The quietness was another thing. It always seemed so wrong to talk when he was in a hospital. It made everything seem more uncomfortable than it actually was.

Blaine, Kurt and Burt were sat in one of the rooms in the ER department waiting to find out if Blaine's head was ok and that there wasn't any lasting damage. They had been waiting in for a while, waiting for results of the scan they did to make sure that there was no internal bleeding. There was slight tension in the room. They were sat in silence no one knowing what to say.

Burt Hummel was wringing his hands together nervously. He hoped to the high heavens that there wasn't any permanent damage. Kurt was also doing the same thing except he kept sending worried glances to his boyfriend. There was something not quite right about this. Burt and Kurt were worrying so much that you would think that it was one of them that they were waiting for news. Blaine was just sat staring into open space. He wasn't doing anything. He was just staring.

"Blaine. You ok son?" Burt had to break the silence. They way that Blaine wasn't reacting to anything was starting to really worry him. He just needed the boy to respond to him.

The boy blinked. He slowly turned his head and stared at Burt. He gave a simple nod. "I don't want to be here." He stated.

Burt gave the boy a funny look, "Blaine, you could be seriously injured. Why wouldn't you want to make sure you're ok?"

"It... it just brings up some bad memories." Blaine bit his lip. Flashes of the Sadie Hawkins incident were flashing in front of his eyes. He could hear it as well. The screams of his date when the bullies punched him repeatedly. His own screams telling them to stop. He could almost feel the blows to his stomach and face just like he did on that fateful night. The waking up days later to find out that your friend had left the country to get away from the bullies without saying goodbye. It all got to Blaine. It all came crashing down on him in one fell swoop.

Burt saw the way that the boy was lost in his memories and thoughts. He didn't want to disturb him, but he wanted Blaine to talk more just so he knew that he wasn't trying to keep everything in.

The door to the hospital room opened. All of them expected it to be the doctor coming back with news of Blaine's head. None of them expected to be Mr. Anderson. Last thing that Blaine knew of his dad, was that he was away in New York in some business meeting. He wasn't supposed to be back until next week. Yet, here was. Stood in front of Blaine with a worried look in his eyes. He'd obviously got the call from the hospital when he had signed in when they had heard that it was a head injury. That, or Burt had asked them to ring him.

"Dad... what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in New York"

"Well, the hospital rang me saying that Burt here had asked them to ring me and tell me that you were here. I took a plane back as soon as I could. Do we know if there's anything wrong yet?" Mr. Anderson's voice was laced with worry for his son. There was no way that anyone could doubt just how much he loved his son, even if he didn't show it all of the time.

Blaine stared at him in shock. Not saying a word.

"They're waiting on the test results. We don't know how long we're they're going to be though." Burt answered when he knew that Blaine wasn't going to respond the way that they all hoped he would.

"Oh... right. Well if you two need to get home, Blaine and I will be fine here, won't we son?" He patted Blaine on the shoulder, trying to ignore the way his son tensed under his hand. He put it down to him being in hospital again, and bringing up the bad memories he had. Not down to him not being used to affection from him. "You know, Blaine probably won't be in school tomorrow seeing as he passed out today. You guys can go home if you want to, so you're not both tired in the morning."

Kurt looks at Burt with a look that tells Burt that he doesn't want to go home. The problem was that Burt could see that Mr. Anderson wanted to talk to his son by the way he continually glanced at him with worry in his eyes.

"You know what, I think you're probably right. We'll go and give you guys some space, but please phone me or Kurt when you find out the results so we're not worrying all night long." Burt stated. He then grabbed Kurt's shoulder and pulled him from the room and walked him towards the car. All the while, hearing Kurt complain how he didn't want to leave Blaine and how he didn't care about school.

When Kurt and Burt are finally home, Burt asks the question he's been dying to know the answer to all night long. "So, Kurt... what's Blaine's relationship with his dad like?"

Kurt was caught off guard, he hadn't expected a question like that from his dad tonight, "What do you mean?"

"Well... it's just that it doesn't look like they're that close, like their relationship is... I don't know... strained?"

"I guess you could say that it was," Kurt started, "Mr. Anderson loves his son, but I don't think he's quite got over the fact that Blaine is gay. He was brought up in a household where he was told it was wrong to be gay, and that anyone who was like that should burn in hell. He's really trying though dad. He wants to accept Blaine for who he is, but he's stuck in his old ways. He's getting there though."

Burt looked at his son for a moment before speaking. "I know what he's going through Kurt. My aunts and uncles used to speak like that. They had me convinced it was true as well before I met Elizabeth. I accept you now because of what she taught me, Kurt. She was a wonderful woman. It also helped that I had an idea that you were going to be gay since you were three when you wanted your shoes."

"What can I say? I was a fashionable child." Kurt joked, "I know what you mean dad. At least he's getting there though. Maybe he will learn to accept Blaine. Anyway, I have homework so I'll be upstairs. Give me a shout if Blaine rings." He shouted as he walked upstairs towards his bedroom.

Blaine was still sat in the hospital room with his dad.

"So... are you going to tell me what happened?" His dad asked with a nervous tone."

"There's this... jock... he likes Kurt and he's been giving me a hard time because he's my boyfriend and he wants him." Blaine explains.

"What? Do I need to go down to that school and have a word with the principle?" His dad was getting angry now

"Dad! You don't need to go down there ok! I've dealt with stuff like this before, I'll be fine."

Blaine's dad flinched as he thought of what Blaine had to endure before he transferred to Dalton. Why couldn't he see that he just wanted to help?

They sit in silence for a while after that. Both nervously waiting for the results of the tests. Both secretly dreading the outcome of the news.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable tension and silence, the doctor walks into the room holding Blaine's notes.

"Is he going to be ok?" Mr. Anderson asks quickly.

"Mr. Anderson I presume? I'm Doctor Burns," the man holds out his hand for Blaine's father to shake. "I have your sons test results right here, and it seems like he has a mild concussion. I'm going to prescribe him some pain killers and he should probably stay home from school for a few days to make sure he's properly healed."

The doctor continued to talk about what to do and the side effect of the pain medication, but Blaine wasn't listening. He was already trying to figure out ways to get out of the house to school without his dad noticing.

'Maybe I could climb out the window. I'd have to be quiet though... Maybe I should just stay home, I can't be bothered with the trouble anymore.'

He was so tired. He'd been at the hospital for hours and just wanted to sleep.

"You'll probably find that he'll be tired after taking the medication, but don't worry it's just a side effect. Just let him sleep it off." Blaine heard the doctor say. At the mention of sleep, he let out a loud yawn, showing how tired he was. The doctor said something about getting the prescription and left the room.

His dad came over to the bed and sat next to him. Blaine let out another yawn.

"You tired son?" Blaine's father asks. Blaine just nods, his head drooping slightly.

When Mr. Anderson gets a proper look at his son, he can see the bags under his eyes, the way his head keeps dropping and then he shakes himself to wake up. He looks like he's going to collapse.

He pulls his son towards him, resting his head gently on his shoulder not wanting to do anymore damage to it. "Go to sleep Blaine. I'll wake you up when we need to go." he whispers.

Blaine just nods slightly nuzzling into his dads shoulder like he did when he was a toddler.

Mr. Anderson continued to hold Blaine close to him, remembering times when they had a strong relationship that they were both slowly building back up again. He looked down at his son, remembering the way he felt when he sat by Blaine's bed after the dance incident. He was so worried and had already started to make plans for him to move to Dalton. He wanted to protect his son, but he'd spent so much time at school trying to stand up for himself and be independent, that he didn't need help anymore.

The doctor walked back in with the prescription, and handed it to Mr. Anderson who gratefully accepted it. The doctor tells him that his son has been discharged and is free to leave. They say goodbye to each other, and then Doctor Burns leaves them alone.

Mr. Anderson looks down at his son. He looked so much like the five year old that fell off his bike and wanted a cuddle from his daddy. He didn't have the heart to wake him up. So, he slowly put the prescription in his pocket, careful not to wake his son, and picked him up, cradling him in his arms like a young child.

He walked out to their car, trying to not wake his son, and having some sort of pride when he hears the people in the waiting room "aww"-ing at his son.

He gently lays Blaine down on the back seat of his car, making sure he is comfortable and won't hurt himself if he rolls over, before shutting the door and locking the car while he goes and gets Blaine's medication from the chemist that is in the hospital.

He walks slowly, thinking back to why he agreed to let his son leave Dalton. He knew that Ohio was one of the worst places for homophobia. He already knew how harsh some kids could be. Hell, he'd had to live through it. Now, here he was, back at the hospital with his son. At least it wasn't as serious as it was the last time something like this had happened.

He had reached the counter by now and had handed over the prescription. He was still in his daze when the woman behind the counter came back with the pills.

"Sir? Are you alright?" The woman asked. She had bright, blonde hair, and seemed to cheery to be working in a hospital. But, she had snapped him out of his thoughts and had gave him the pills, so he could return to his son.

He reached the car, and unlocked the door. He threw the prescription bag on the passenger seat then turned around to look at his son.

He was curled up in a foetal position like he was trying to protect himself, even in his sleep he was worried about being hurt. But, at the same time, he still looked peaceful. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world.

He started the car and drove them both home...

Kurt was getting worried. In fact, he was past getting worried. He was terrified that there was something seriously wrong. Blaine still hadn't text him, which he thought meant that Blaine wasn't out of the hospital yet.

He had been sat for the past half an hour waiting by his phone, with the house phone in reaching distance. There wasn't anything yet. He was so tired as well. He was slowly drifting into the dreamland.

He was woken from his sleep when his phone buzzed.

"Blaine fell asleep at the hospital, in bed, thought I would tell you that he has a mild concussion and won't be in school for the next few days."

He had a sleepy smile on his face, when he drifted off again.

D'aw daddy Anderson. I don't see why everyone says he's the bad guy... you know apart from the face Blaine pretty much announced it in season 2... but i think it would be Blaine's mom that was an utter bitch. I like daddy anderson. And i'm waffling... (Shh Alex!) anyway, i hope you enjoyed that, and don't forget to review