AN: I know, I know, I suck! So sorry for not updating, tech week plus finals plus two shows plus auditions... Yeah.

ALSO! I messed up! This is the REAL Chapter 2.

Chapter Two: Questioning

Kurt barely knows what's going on, but what he does know is that he's surrounded by darkness, except for the bright glare of the early morning sun. Kurt squirmed on the bed. He wanted his dad. He didn't know where he was, what was wrong, what was happening… Where was his dad.

Not even thirty seconds later, Kurt heard footsteps. As he thought about it, they were really loud… Was that normal? Oh well, just another thing for me to worry about. Kurt lifted his head and looked at where he thought the door was. In a strained whisper, he said "Dad?"

There was a shaky sigh coming from the doorway. "Yeah buddy. It's Dad."

Kurt choked back a sob of relief. "Daddy… Daddy." The tears didn't stay back anymore, and even though Kurt tried to suppress them, they sprang forward. "Daddy," he sobbed. "I'm so scared. What's wrong with me? Fix it Daddy, please, fix me." Burt looked at his distraught son, lying helplessly on the hospital bed. He was frozen at first, not used to Kurt being so outward with his emotions. Then he snapped out of it and quickly walked over to the bed and scooped Kurt into his arms, so that his head was buried in his shoulder and his legs were draped over Burt's lap.

"Oh buddy… If only I could." Suddenly, Burt found himself crying alongside his son. So much for being a strong support system… Oh gosh… This is all my fault. Why didn't I take him in earlier? This could have been prevented… I'm the worst man to ever be called a father. Burt looked up suddenly as he realized Kurt was talking to him, frantically asking him questions. Questions that Burt didn't have the answer to. "A doctor will be in here soon. He'll help you out Kurt. Oh gosh, I love you so much Kurt. So so much. It'll be okay. You'll see," Burt said in response, cringing when he heard his choice of words. Then he realized that Kurt was talking again.

"Dad? If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe call Blaine? He needs to know about this."

Yes. Burt could call Blaine. He had already messed up so many times… Lord knows he could at least do that.

When Burt walked back into Kurt's room, he turned and saw a doctor walking in after him.

"Good morning Kurt, Mr. Hummel. How are you feeling this morning?" The doctor asked. Burt looked at him incredulously. That doctor was asking how he was feeling? Didn't he go to medical school, he should be helping them, not exchanging pleasantries! The doctor seemed to sense that that wasn't going anywhere, and cleared his throat. "Now, Kurt. My name is Dr. William Blanc. I know you're very nervous right now, and I know you're probably scared and confused. What I'm going to do right now is ask you and your father a few questions so that our team can make our final diagnosis before taking any permanent actions." Kurt nodded and Burt remained silent. "Alright. Let's get started. I know this is kinda sudden, but Kurt, can you tell me what you see?"

Kurt lifted his head again, and opened his eyes, to no avail. He stuttered "Um. Um well there's a light… I'm guessing sunlight…"

"Very good Kurt, where is the sunlight coming from, can you tell?"

"The far right corner of the room, I guess there's a window or something there."

"Alright, anything else?"

That was the question Kurt dreaded. "No." Might as well make it easy for himself and tell the simple truth.

"Okay, thanks Kurt. Now I'm going to adjust something very quickly, and I need you to tell me if it makes a difference. But first, can you tell me how you physically feel? Any headaches recently?"

Kurt nodded. "I had one yesterday, but it went away this morning and I'm fine now."

Dr. Blanc wrote something down and then stood up and walked away. A minute later he sat down again. "Okay Kurt, just let me know if any of that changes. Now, I have some more questions. I know it hurts to think about this, Kurt, but it's mandatory that we make the right diagnosis here. How has your vision been, prior to this morning?"

"It's been okay… Like I said, just headaches and sometimes my vision would blur."

Burt spoke up here. "We had made an appointment at his optometrist for all that. He was supposed to come in next week."

Dr. Blanc nodded. "Alright. I have a pretty clear idea of what this is. But just to make sure, does your family have any medical history we should know about? Was anyone hospitalised at any point? And Kurt, I'm guessing you wear glasses as well, so if you could tell us the prescription that would be great."

Kurt turned to Burt. Burt said "Well his mother had diabetes. She collapsed one day from low blood sugar, and the hospital found out she also had a tumor in her brain. It was deadly, and kept spreading. She passed away from that eight years ago." Dr, Blanc nodded, looking at them with sympathy. Burt continued. "I had a heart attack last year, and I'm on meds for high blood pressure. Kurt's been in perfect health ever since he was a baby, except that he's nearsighted," Dr. Blanc finished writing that down.

"Well Kurt, I think I know what you have. However, I'm just going to double check in case. I'll be back in about an hour, maybe sooner. Until then, you can have visitors, you can eat, whatever you wish to do." Kurt nodded and Burt thanked the doctor as he left the room.

Burt sat on the edge of Kurt's bed. "Blaine should be here any minute now. You can hang out with him all you want when he gets here." Kurt nodded and whispered his thanks.

"I think I'm going to sleep for a little bit Dad… I'm kind of drained. You should go grab something to eat. We have time before we have to be back up here." Burt started to protest, but looked at his son again. His seventeen year old son, lying in the hospital bed. The least Burt could do was do as he said. Burt nodded.

"Okay honey. I'll leave as soon as Blaine's here. Sleep for a little bit Kurt. Just rest." Kurt settled back on his pillows and closed his eyes. Within a few minutes, his breathing had evened out. Burt sat down on one of the chairs next to the bed. As he watched his son sleep, he felt his bottom lip tremble, and suddenly his eyes welled up with tears. He gazed at Kurt's peaceful, sleeping face. From this point of view, it looked like Kurt was just napping. But Burt knew that Kurt wasn't merely asleep. Kurt has suffered a life changing loss, and Burt just couldn't believe it. Burt looked at his son through tear-filled eyes, lying helplessly in the white bed. Before he knew it, his head was in his hands and he was sobbing.

TBC. Thanks for reading, this chapter made me sad. Please review! Love you all!