Chapter 2

Saturday found Kurt and Blaine driving to the hospital for their first appointment with doctor. Doctor Ellis said Blaine was about twelve weeks along.

Just as the boys were pulling into the hospital parking lot a car shot out of nowhere, and everything went black.

When Blaine woke up he was terrified. Where was he? Was the baby okay? Blaine opened his eyes. He could see Burt sleeping in the chair next to his bed. He turned his head the other way, and felt his breath catch when he say Kurt lying in the hospital bed next to him. Just then the door opened. Burt opened his eyes, and smiled when he saw Blaine awake.

"Hey kiddo.", he said.

"Baby?", Blaine croaked.

"The babys fine. You broke a rib, and sprained your shoulder, but youll be fine too."

"Kurt?", Blaine asked. Burts eyes grew sad.

"Since the car hit Kurts side he took the brunt of the accident. He broke a couple of ribs, and his leg. He hit his head on the steering wheel, the airbag didnt deploy for some reason. Hes in a coma." Blaine started crying. This was all his fault. If he had just stayed away from Kurt he wouldnt be here right know.

"Dont start beating yourself up about this kid.", Burt said sternly, "It wont help anything."

A couple days later Blaine was sitting, next to Kurts hospital bed. Blaine, and the baby had checked out fine, and were to be released today. Blaine was holding Kurts hand, tears running down his face.

"I dont know if you can here me, but please wake up. I need you, and your dad needs you, and baby needs you.", Blaine rested his forehead against Kurts, "Please wake up, I love you."

"You love me?", a voice croaked. Blaine pulled away, and looked at Kurt, looked at Kurts eyes.

"Yes. I love you.", he said. Kurt smiled.

"I love you too.", Kurt said simply. Their lips met in the kiss of a life time. A kiss of love, passion, and meaning.

Another couple days later Kurt was allowed to leave the hospital. The police had come to talk to the boys, since it had been determined that the car who ran into them was waiting for them. Blaine told the police about his parents, and they said they would see if his dad knew anything, and check his mom. Both boys shuddered to think of Blaines parents getting anywhere near their baby.

The detective walked toward the padded, private cell. He nodded to the man to open the window.

"Mr. Anderson?", He said to the man. The man in the cell looked at him.

"Yes?", he asked.

"Do you know any reason why your son would have been attacked?", the detective asked.

"I dont have a son.", the man said shaking his head gleefully, "Not anymore. My wife took care of that problem. Next she will take care of the abomination. Then we will have nothing to worry about. I will get free, and we will have a happy life. No son, no abomination." The man was obviously crazy, but the detective took notes anyway. What was the "abomination" the man kept referring to? Was it his son? Or something else?