"Blaine." Mairead whispered, tears popping up to her eyes.

Blaine smiled the tiniest of grins, his eyes about to close. "Mari." He murmured back.

She tried to reach out to him with her casted left hand but quickly realized the distance was too much. Instead, doing what they did when they were younger, she raised her thumb, forefinger, and pinky.

He slowly blinked and smiled as he weakly did the same thing with his right hand. They both reveled in each other's presence, not doing anything, not caring how the other looked. Just knowing that the other was alive was good enough for them. Soon, they drifted off on from the drugs; Blaine first and then Mari.

Nick came back to find both of them faced towards each other, their hands in exact same pose. He smiled and tucked the blanket around his sister and good-as brother.

Saturday, nine in the morning

Finn woke up to the phone vibrating in his hand. He was in a bed with Puck with Sam and Mike in the bed next to him. Looking at the phone blearily, he saw Burt's text saying that Kurt had woken up yesterday but didn't want to have many friends visit him at the moment because he was still extremely weak and sleepy; and he was now in room seven sixteen and Blaine was in seven fifteen. Getting up quietly, not wanting to jostle the bed with Puckerman on it, he walked over to the window to take a peek at the bright world outside. He sighed; it all still seemed surreal to him and the New Directions. Finn felt a hand on his shoulder and quickly snapped the curtains shut again. It was Puck who held a finger to his mouth, signaling that Mike and Sam were still asleep and that they should go outside the room.

"Dude, you're stressed. What's up?" Puck demanded as Finn quietly shut the door. Mike and Sam were up the whole night, on phone duty as they called it.

"Where's the damn person who did this, bro? I feel like punching a wall to try and find the freaking bastard." Finn said angrily, balling his fists.

Puck sighed as the both leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. "I know, Finn, I know. But it's not going to do any of them any good at all if we go all vigilante on his ass for revenge. We don't even know where the hell he is!"

"But dude, if he's still out there, he's going to hunt down Kurt and Blaine until they're dead and we didn't do anything about it!"

"Doing that is going make everything worse, Finn! Use your brain! We can't do anything right now." Puck told him frustratingly.

Finn punched the wall, not quite leaving a hole but more of a dent. "Puck! This bastard hurt Kurt and Blaine. I'm not just going to stand around again let these things happen to my brother! If I do, it'll be just like when Karofsky threatened to kill Kurt and I didn't do anything. This is the one chance I get to actually do something to Kurt that'll actually matter for once!" Finn shouted as he hastily wiped the paint off of his knuckles. "This… Puck, if I don't do this, if I don't find the damn bastard, I'm going to be failing myself as a brother to Kurt and as a son to my father. Who died a war hero! If I don't do this… if I don't…" Finn sunk down to his knees, sobbing out of agony, not able to talk further. The stress of the last few days was beginning to show on him. He put his head in his arms, trying not to make much noise.

Puck looked at his best friend and teammate almost in the same amount of pain. Finn wasn't usually the one to assign blame to himself, but somehow he did this time. "Finn, bro, it's not your fault. It wasn't yours to begin with and it isn't yours to deal with."

"But if I had stood up for him at McKinley to begin with, he wouldn't have to transfer! He wouldn't be in this, damn problem or whatever! Puck, can't you see it's my fault?" Finn shouted again, pushing himself away from Puck.

No one's going to get through to him… Puck thought sadly as he looked on to a sobbing Finn. Unless… He stood up and walked away from his grieving friend.

"Door!" Tina shouted from the bathroom.

Rachel walked over and looked in the peek hole with one eye shut. "Oh, it's Puck. Lauren, he's all yours." She told her, walking back to her place in front of the window. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana had gone to see Kurt and Blaine after getting up before the four of them. Rachel, Mercedes, and Lauren had gotten a little lonely so they were hanging out in Tina, Quinn, Brittany, and Santana's room to figure out what they were going to do for the day.

As Lauren opened the door, Puck came in quickly. Shutting the door behind him and leaning on said door, he asked "Where's Quinn? Finn's kinda having a crisis." He looked edgily at the girls.

"She's at the hospital staying with Kurt right now… We were planning on going there right now." Rachel said softly, not looking from the window.

Puck sighed out of frustration. "Sam and Mike are dead asleep right now from staying all night with Kurt 'cause Burt and Finn's mom and do some paperwork or something overnight. So instead of asking Finn, Burt had asked Mike and Sam to stay with him." Puck rambled. "And now, Finn is freaking out because he thinks it's his entire fault for not protecting Kurt."

"Where is he now?" Rachel looked at Puck, turning in her spot from the window. Everyone looked at her, Lauren rolled her eyes.

"Why would you care?" Tina retorted. "He did dump you for Quinn."

"Because…" Rachel trailed off, trying to think of a viable reason. Sure, Finn was dating Quinn, once again, but there was a little part of her that refused to let him go.

Mercedes sighed in exasperation. "Okay, here's the what's gonna go down. Puck, Rachel, you two go to Finn. Me, Tina, and Lauren are gonna go look for Quinn. Tina, you stay here in case Mike and Sam wakes up." She pushed her hip to the side. "Everyone good with that?"

Rachel could see Finn sitting up against the wall with his knees to his chest; his head in his arms on top of his folded knees.

Puck laid a gentle hand on Rachel's shoulder as she started walking towards him. "You go, I'll stay back. I have a feeling he might not act… friendly towards me right about now." He said, trying to conceal the emotions behind his voice.

Rachel nodded as he blinked away the sudden tears in his eyes. He quickly walked back towards the elevators. Looking back to Finn, she hastily made her way to him.

"Finn," she spoke quite quietly, "Finn, look at me." She kneeled in front of him, smoothing out her skirt around her legs.

Finn reluctantly lifted his head out of his knees and looked at his ex-girlfriend with red, bloodshot eyes with tears slowly running down his face in wet tear tracks towards his chin. "I-It's all my fault, Rachel. It's all my fault." He whispered sobbingly, putting his head back into his nest of arms and knees.

Rachel gently pried Finn's arms off of his head. "No, Finn, it's not your fault at all. It's whoever did this to Kurt and Blaine that it's their fault. Stop doing this to yourself, Finn. What do you think Kurt might say to you if he was here?"

Finn sniffed and looked up with tired eyes at her. "P-Probably to stop acting like a stupid monkey who couldn't eat bananas or something. I don't know!" He looked back down to his shaking hands between his knees. "Rachel, I… I can't do this anymore. I just can't…" Finn broke down once again, sobbing back into his knees.

Sitting there, Rachel just rubbed his shoulders silently, wishing that there would be something to take the pain away from him and Kurt and Blaine. No one deserves what all of are going through. Rachel thought sadly.

"Finn!" A female voice echoed from down the hallway. Quinn was running towards them, her blond hair flying into her face when she screeched to a stop in front of them.

Rachel stood up, giving her space to sit down next to him. "Quinn," she softly spoke, "he needs to get out of here. Take him home?"

She nodded, a look in her eyes told Rachel she was thankful for staying with him. "I was going to do that anyway. Artie already called his parents to pick him and Brittany up from the hospital. Puckerman's going to drive Santana, Lauren, and Tina back to their houses. We'd thought it would help Finn's mind if you, Mercedes, Mike, and Sam were staying here." Quinn whispered quickly before focusing her attention on the sobbing boy in front of her.

Rachel nodded, and walked to the elevator, leaving Quinn to Finn. Riding the elevator down, she couldn't help but think he was right somehow.

Walking up the line of the four dark blue uniformed police officers, she showed them her badge. The nodded her through before resuming a conversation with his fellow officers across from him, guarding another doorway. Rachel walked into the room to find Mercedes at Kurt's bedside, gently holding his pale hand as he slept. Taking a seat in one of the chairs recently vacated from the three Cheerios, she smiled sadly to herself as she rubbed Kurt's upper right arm.

"Rachel," Mercedes whispered. "Have you seen Blaine yet? 'Cause when this guy wakes up, he's going to start askin' for him."

She shook her head. "I'll just check in on him real quick, he's probably still in the ICU. Have you heard anything from the Warblers?" Rachel asked back.

"Nope. I haven't seen any of them; they're all probably back in the hotel sleeping." She said simply.

Rachel nodded. "I'll be back in a minute." She quietly stood up and took one last glace at her friend's sleeping form on the narrow, and probably uncomfortable, hospital bed. Kurt's head seemed to drown in the white pillow he was resting on. Walking out of the door, she wondered how to get back to the ICU. "Excuse me, sir?" She timidly asked a police officer guarding the room. "I was wondering how to get back to the ICU? I just want to see how Blaine's doing, in case Kurt wakes up and asks for him."

"Blaine? You don't need to go to the ICU. He's right in there." The man pointed to room across from her.

Rachel's face lit up in surprise and happiness. "Thank you, sir." She smiled as she walked into his room. The curtain was drawn around the other bed in the room, making the light a bit simmer when she entered. To her surprise, David and Jeff were sleeping slumped in chairs at the foot of Blaine's bed while a blond haired girl sat in a chair on the side of Blaine's bed with his hand clutched around hers. Her head was resting in her arms on the bed as she slept, her glasses lying on the bed by her arms.

Blaine slowly turned his head towards her, a faint smile on his face. "Hey." He softly croaked, not wanting to wake anyone up. His eyes were opened half way as he blurrily glanced at her; the doctors had taken out his contacts. "W-Where's Kurt? Is he o-okay?" Blaine spoke, clearing his voice as best as he could with the feeding tube in the back of his throat. Trying to left his head up take a better look at her, he found his own head was too heavy for him to actually lift.

"Kurt's sleeping in the next room. I think he's rooming with… Joey? That's your brother's name, right?" He nodded slowly in response, fighting the small wave of nausea coming over him. "Anyway, he's sleeping and Mercedes' at his side. I just came in to check on you. How're you feeling?" Rachel asked as she made her way through the maze of the two slumbering Warblers at the foot of his bed. She gently gripped Blaine's right hand.

He squeezed back weakly in response as one of the boys stirred in his sleep on the chair. Blaine chuckled breathily as Jeff tried to get in a more comfortable yet even more cramped position on the cheap vinyl covered chair. "I'm fine for right now, I guess. Just a little tired, which doesn't e-exactly make sense considering that I've been s-sleeping for a while." His eyelids started to droop again, emphasizing his statement. Blaine tried to stifle a yawn, but failed miserable. "Tell Jeff and David to go back to the hotel to sleep when they wake up. They've been here almost … the… whole time…" He told her as the lull of sleep dragged him back under.

Rachel smiled as she rubbed circles in the back of his hand. She took a look around the room again and saw the two boys waking up.

"Mmm, Rachel? Is that-that you?" David yawned as he uncurled from his balled position on the chair. Jeff sat up and rubbed his eyes as well.

"Yup, just wanted to see if Blaine was awake. I'd figured if Kurt was going to wake up and ask for him, I might as well tell him the truth. It's going to be hard to keep him in bed when I tell him that Blaine's right across the hall from him." Rachel responded. "Where's his brother? I didn't see him in Kurt's room, either. And where's… My-read, is it?"

"Mairead." Jeff replied quietly, a faint tint of red coloring his cheeks. "Her name's Mair, like nair; ade, like, uh, lemonade?"

David rolled his eyes at his friend. "Anyway, she and Joey are down somewhere doing some physical therapy together. Seeing as they are the only two up and better of the four of them." He whispered as he got up and stretched his arms, letting loose one last yawn. "What time is it?"

"Around ten or so. Hey, Blaine told me to tell you guys to go back to the hotel and sleep instead of hanging around here. Seriously, you two stink. He told me you guys have been spending nearly all the time here." She held her nose and waved her hand in front of her face.

David childishly stuck his tongue out of his mouth while smiling.

Lauren started to wake up a little bit as she moved her arms when she heard the boys and Rachel talking. They all stared at Blaine's sister as she drowsily lifted up her head, looked at Blaine, laid back down, and went straight back to sleep.

Rachel looked concerned. "How long has she been here, exactly?"

The two Warblers looked at each other. "Er… longer than we have?" Jeff admitted sheepishly.

Rolling her eyes, Rachel sighed. "You two stay here while I go find Mairead's mom. She definitely needs to get out of here."

David yawned yet again as she nodded. Jeff stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go down with you, I need food." He grinned lopsidedly.

Rachel rolled her eyes yet again as she started walking out the door.

Saturday, noon

"You little jerk! As soon as I can actually walk, I'm so dumping a pot of wet noodles on you!" Mairead half-yelled, half-screamed at Joey, who started throwing light plastic balls at her. He laughed and scooted away as fast as he could with crutches.

They finally got to go down to do some physical therapy after spending three days in bed. Joey and Mairead had gotten permission from their surgeons and trauma doctors to get off the drugs for a little bit for the sessions before being hooked back up for antibiotics and such. Sarah and Nick went home and got the two of them comfy clothes; mainly pajama bottoms and t-shirts.

"You know you have to catch me first, Mari." Joey stuck his tongue out as he sat down in a chair about fifteen feet away from her.

Mairead huffed and rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up. Just because you have crutches doesn't mean I can't still beat you up."

"Yes, it does."

Mairead shot an disgruntled look at him from where she was standing between two physical therapists with her arms around their shoulders.

Sarah smiled amusingly at the banter between the two of them from where she was sitting with Nick along the side of the room. Nick was basically playing Angry Birds, again, on his iTouch.

The door opened and in came on of Kurt's friends, a short brown haired girl. "Um… is Mairead's mom here?" She asked shyly, her voice barely audible in the big room.

"Yes?" Sarah answered automatically, thinking something went wrong.

"I was wondering if you could take Lauren home? She's basically spent every waking, and sleeping, moment in Blaine or Joey's rooms. And I'm worried that she's not exactly looking… healthy." The young woman said.

"Wait, Lauren's been here the whole time? I thought she was going with you?" Joey said to Sarah after nearly choking on a sip of water.

Mairead looked worried. "I was thinking the same thing. Isn't she going home with you?"

Sarah sighed. "She's basically saying she's fine every time I tell her to come home with me to take a shower and eat. I think she doesn't want to go because she doesn't want to go back to her house."

"Okay, that is it." Joey snapped. He grabbed his crutches and hobbled his way towards Sarah and Nick. "Let's go up and get her to go with you." One of the physical therapists gently grabbed his shoulder. "But Joey, your session isn't do-"

"Just think of me going up the elevator and walking on my crutches as the rest of my PT session." Joey interrupted, already impatient to literally knock sense into his older sister.

"But-"

Joey ignored him. "Let's go."

Sarah rolled her eyes and started to follow him and the brown haired teenager out. Mairead made a noise of protest. "Hey, what about me?"

"No. You absolutely stay here." Sarah said, quite firmly but gently. "Nick, make sure she stays here."

"Oh, c'mon." She grumbled to her mother's command.

"Nope. You stay here, sweetie. You finish your session. No, I'm not going to cave in this time to your stare." Sarah pointed out as her daughter slitted her eyes in discontent.

Mairead rolled her eyes from where she was on the blue mat. "Fine, tell her to sleep in my bed and use any of my stuff. Even my viola if she wants to." Sarah smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Okay, sweetie, I'll see you tomorrow, Dad's coming by tonight."

Mairead rolled her eyes but smiled in response. "Love you, Mom."

Sarah smiled and walked out the door. Mairead could hear her mother asking, "So, you're… Quinn, right?"

"Ready to try again with the bars?" One of her therapist, Anne, asked.

She groaned. "Sure." She said through gritted teeth. The two therapists, Anne and another woman, hauled her up gently while being careful of the wounds on her left shoulder and arm. Luckily, one of them was shorter than she was, so they could get comfortably under said arm.

Lauren felt a hand shaking her from her sleep but she ignored it in favor of going back to sleep. "Go away." She mumbled and nearly fell back to the sleep but the insistent shaking didn't let her.

"Lauren, sweetie, wake up. Let's get you home." A female voice softly said to her.

"Mmm, not going." She turned her head away from the voice and covered her face with her arms.

"Lauren, wake up. I'm not taking no for an answer." Another voice, quite familiar told her.

Lauren grunted and dug her head harder into the uncomfortable hospital bed and deeper into her arms. "I didn't say no."

A couple of people chuckled as she groaned. Dammit, I just no, didn't I?

"C'mon, let's get you home, sweetheart." She felt hands to around her shoulders and lift her up.

Lauren reached a hand out for her glasses and shoved them on, ignoring the specks of debris on the lenses. She looked at Blaine as he slept. He looked more comfortable this time, sleeping peacefully instead of thrashing around from his nightmares in the night.

"Lauren, go home. Take a shower, you stink!"

She snapped her head around to scowl at her brother. "At least I'm not the one who leaves my retainers in the shower." She retorted quietly.

"Okay, break it up you two. Lauren, you're still going back to the house with me. Joey you are going back downstairs to finish you're PT session." Sarah told them.

Lauren widened her eyes. "But, Blaine." She protested. "I can't leave him here alone; what if he wakes up?"

Joey rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you definitely need to go home. I'll stay here, you go." He balanced on one crutch as he poked her leg with the end of the other one, nearly falling over. He would have if his sister hadn't jumped up to grab the front of his blue t-shirt.

"You doofus! Stop playing around with your crutches or else you're going hurt yourself even more." Lauren told him, annoyed.

He regained his balance, with both crutches firmly on the linoleum tiles, and grinned.

She huffed as she winced at the sudden rush of blood to her legs.

"Seriously, I'll stay. You need to go. You've spent too much time here already." Joey told her. He hobbled over to where she was sitting and sat down in the chair, leaning his crutches against the wall.

"Fine." She huffed again.

"Oh, and can you bring me something to do? I mean…" Joey trailed off. "I mean if you get into the house." He finished quietly.

Sarah placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled sadly. "I'll see what I can do. Maybe Nick'll have something he can lend you."

Lauren kissed Blaine on the forehead and gently gripped his hand again before leaving the room. She embraced her younger brother as he responded in kind, both of them hugging tightly while fighting back tears.

Both women took one last look at the Anderson brothers and walked out of the door for the day and night. Joey settled more comfortably in the cheap vinyl covered chair and snuck his hand into his brother's, feeling how cold it was. He squeezed it gently as he shifted his leg on the chair in front of him.

A few minutes later, both David and Jeff walked back into the room. Jeff had two cups in hand whereas David only had one, but the other one held two badges. "Hey, Joey." David said, surprised. "I thought you were down with Mairead doing PT?"

"Well, yeah, but then um… Rachel? I think? The girl with brown hair. She went down to where we were to get Mairead's mom to get her to go home." Joey summed up.

"Oh." David said as he and Jeff set down the three cups on Blaine's rolling table that was littered with various empty soda cans from different brands. He handed Jeff back his badge. "I don't know if she even likes coffee, but Jeff and I bought Lauren a medium drip."

Joey shook his head. "She doesn't drink the stuff."

"But I w-will."

Joey, David, and Jeff snapped their heads towards the figure on the bed with wide eyes.

Blaine's eyes were half lidded and sleepy, but he was awake, nonetheless. "Hey, guys. Wh-What time is it?" He yawned.

"Around one-thirty in the afternoon." Joey quipped, happy to see his brother finally awake. "Sarah just took Lauren home to sleep on a bed. Both of 'em'll be back tomorrow morning."

"That's good." Blaine said, drowsily.

David's eyebrows knit together. "I should go and get a nurse. Get you something to eat or drink."

Blaine nodded minutely as his eyes drifted back down. He squeezed Joey's hand a little tighter.

Joey looked up in time to see Blaine's eyes open up into pained slits. "Hey, Jeff, why don't you go and see if Kurt's awake." He nodded, sipping from his coffee cup once more on his way out the door as a nurse came in with David in tow.

"Mr. Anderson, You're awake." The nurse stated in a clipped tone. She walked over to his various IV poles and glanced at the numbers on the monitors. "Are you in pain?" She asked bluntly.

Blaine winced at the volume she was talking at. He could only nod through the pain.

The nurse pursed her lips. "Scale of one to ten. Ten being the most extreme."

He held up five fingers at first on his left hand, and then showed three fingers.

"Is that a five or a three?"

Jeff said to her in a hard tone. "I think he means eight. Ma'am."

"I'll be back." She was about to walk out the door until she turned back. "You do realize he can only have one visitor at a time and he isn't allowed to visit him yet." She looked pointedly at Joey.

"Says who?" Joey asked, his rage rising.

"Says the rules. Now, you go back to your own room and one of you go out. Now. Before I call security." She told the boys in a venomous voice.

"Excuse me, ma'am. But are you aware that we actually are within the rules that were set for us?" David asked quite politely, barely concealing his anger.

The brunette nurse snorted. "What rules are you following?" She snapped.

"Listen, if you have a problem with us, then stop coming here to 'help' Blaine. Do you even know what he's even been through?" Jeff asked her angrily.

Blaine tried to raise his voice to tell them just to go, but he was in too much pain to do anything but keep his eyes open and listen.

"Yes, I do. And if I were you, young man," she twisted the word nastily. "I would respect your elders."

Jeff laughed mirthlessly. "Respect? I'll give you my respect when you earn it."

"Excuse me? What did you say?" She half-shouted at the blond Warbler.

"Is there a problem?"

All five of them, including Blaine, turned towards the doorway where Tyler was standing in his SWAT uniform.

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is." The brown haired, albeit streaked with gray, nurse snapped. "These teenagers are disregarding the rules and are causing a disturbance to the patient. Could you please escort the two young men off of hospital property, please?"

Tyler raised an eyebrow at her. "Ma'am. They are entitled to stay in Blaine Anderson's room. Did anyone inform you of the particular rule changes around the four patients in these two rooms?" He swept an arm out the doorway to include Joey and Kurt's room.

She opened her mouth to argue when Aaron joined Tyler at the doorway. "I would recommend you get Blaine some pain medication, if you are going to do your job, ma'am." Aaron said, with an edge of anger in his voice.

The nurse glared at the boys before turning her heel and stomping her way down to the nurses' desk.

Tyler looked at Aaron and jerked his head towards the desk, motioning him to follow her. Aaron nodded quickly before rapidly walking the same way.

"Blaine, you okay, man?" David asked in a worried tone.

Blaine had squeezed his eyes shut and tears were leaking out of the corners. David, or Jeff, had placed his hand on top of his. He clutched at it tightly, not trusting his voice to express what he was feeling. Pain was exploding inside of him. Blaine couldn't concentrate on anyone point in his body. All he could hear was someone yelling and then a cooling liquid racing through his body from his hand. All of a sudden, Blaine felt immediately nauseous and started to turn on his side to expel whatever was coming up but nothing but air did.

"Easy, Blaine. You're okay." A familiar voice told him.

Blaine squinted his eyes open to see a blurry figure in a white jacket adjusting something on his face.

"Blaine, can you hear me? Give me two fingers if you can hear me."

He weakly raised his fore and middle fingers a few millimeters off of the bed.

"Good. I'm Dr. Piker. I was with you in the ICU." She said softly after seeing his response. "You're going to feel a little nauseous for a bit. I just gave you morphine for the pain, okay?" The doctor muttered something to a nurse, a different one, and he felt his upper body being raised as well as the sound of a motor. "I'm going to raise your bed a little bit. It should help with your dry heaving."

"Thank… you." Blaine breathed out. He felt a blanket being tucked over his shoulders and he drifted off to the sound of David and Jeff talking to someone.

Kurt woke up to the sound of laughter coming from his left ear, both of the voices sounding quite familiar. "What's so funny?" He mumbled, his eyes still closed.

The laughter abruptly stopped. "Kurt?" A voice asked him.

He finally opened his eyes, blinking several times to clear the outline of the blurry figures by him. Rachel and Mercedes were looking at him with wide eyes.

"Where's-" A fit of coughing came over him as he expelled whatever was in his lungs. Rachel had run out of the room to get a nurse while Mercedes rubbed the back of his hand soothingly.

"You're okay, boo." Mercedes said as she watched her friend cough painfully.

"I forget," he croaked out, "how did you get to be my nickname?"

Mercedes laughed and smiled. "'Cause you're pale as a ghost and scare the crap out of me whenever I'm at my locker."

Kurt laid back and squeezed her hand back. His eyes were starting to droop from exhaustion from the force of his coughing. He reached up with his other hand to touch his face since he couldn't feel his face at all.

Mercedes caught his hand before it could touch his nose. "Ah, ah. No, you don't."

"B-But Mercedes-" Kurt stuttered, trying to clear his throat of the itch in the back. He reached up with the other hand and, before Mercedes could stop him, felt his nose covered in gauze. His eyes widened as he traced the gauze up to his forehead where there was even more gauze. "What… the… hell?" Kurt breathed out. "Mercedes, give me a m-mirror."

Mercedes shook her head. "White boy, trust me. You do not want to see what you look like right now."

"Mercedes. Mirror. Now."

"No."

Kurt glared at her as best as he could through his haze of drugs. "Y-You know I'm going to drag myself to a mirror even if it nearly k-kills me." He grabbed a fistful of his blanket to prove that he would.

"Oh, no you will not." Rachel said as a nurse followed her into the room.

Kurt gave her the best "bitch, please" he could muster as he was getting dangerously close to going back to sleep.

"How're you feeling, Kurt? Are you in any pain?" The blond nurse asked as she checked his monitors and IV bags.

"N-no, I can't really feel anything at a-all." He stuttered a little bit, finally remembering that his NG tube was still in. "When can I get this out?" He pointed at his face with his hand on still on the bed.

"Soon, as soon as the surgeon sees that your stomach is healed enough for you to handle soft foods." She recorded some numbers on her computer.

"As soon as you can eat, I promise I'll bring in some of my Daddy's tomato and mushroom soup you love so much." Rachel promised.

The nurse looked back at Kurt and adjusted something on one of his machines before taking a step back and blowing out a low whistle. "I'm going to adjust one of your painkillers, so it's going to make you a little drowsy. You have quite the cocktail of drugs going into you, Kurt."

A corner of Kurt's mouth twitched up as his eyes drifted shut. "Well, at least I'm not going to get… drunk and… kiss… Rachel…" He slurred as he slowly fell into a slumber.

The nurse looked quite confused as Mercedes and Rachel tried their hardest not to crack up on the spot.