A couple hours felt like years to the Hummel-Hudson family as they waited for news of Kurt. Blaine had taken the shower, quiet and fast, blushing as Carole helped him get together. He had broken down in the shower, cowering against the cool wall, curling in on himself as he sobbed against his wet knees as Carole stood outside the shower debating on whether to go in and hold him. But he wasn't her son and she didn't want to intrude, or make the boy feel uncomfortable.

He had tried to play it off as she discreetly handed him a towel, rubbing the towel roughly against his face and body, trying to wash off the feeling of Kurt's blood on his skin away. He was clad in hospital scrubs, blue and original, as he stepped out of the shower, his eyes downcast as he handed the clothes to Carole. Since then he had been mute, curled on an uncomfortable hospital chair, his knees to his chest. His arms were curled tightly around his legs as he looked off into space, zoning out. The nurse at the desk mentioned something to Burt about Blaine still being in shock over what he had witnessed and how he would get over it soon enough, though the hopeless look on her face didn't help anyone's mood.

When an official looking man rounded the corner finally, Burt's head snapped up from it's position in his hands. He stood up quickly, his eyes searching the man for an answer right away. Carole was already at Burt's side, her hand squeezing at his shoulder while Finn was slumped back in a chair, his mouth hanging open as his head lay propped against the wall, occasional snores bubbling up his throat. Burt opened his mouth to speak, but he could only work his jaw as nothing came out. He was terrified to ask and scared to hear the answer.

"You must be Mr. Hummel. I'm Dr. Trenson. I was working on your son-" he glanced down at the papers he had clipped against a clipboard, flipping one up.

"Kurt," came a soft voice. Dr. Trenson glanced up at Blaine, who was now watching him; still in the same position.

"Yes. Kurt. Um, he's fine at the moment. We have him hooked up to a drip that is feeding him medicine that is keeping him numb and out of as much pain as possible. I can tell you details on what happened when I get you into his room and out of a public area... But without that boy, your son wouldn't have survived. He got there just in time and helped stop the flow of blood. I'm proud of you." The doctor's gaze was directed on Blaine who just stared blankly back. "Well, I can take you back to Kurt's room but he's not responsive at the moment. He has some strong medicine in him that could keep him out for hours."

"I want to go see my son," was Burt's gruff reply.

"We can just leave Finn here and come back and get him." Carole gestured to the large boy as she nodded towards Blaine, "Come on."

"As much as I hate to say this, he's not allowed back here. Family only at the moment."

Burt narrowed his eyes at the doctor, but Blaine just sat in his seat, not having moved at all. "You just said so yourself that he saved Kurt's life. Don't you think that it'd be fair to let him go back and see the boy he helped?"

"Hospital pol-"

"Fuck the hospital policy!" Burt yelled.

"Burt!" Carole gasped, her hand squeezing his arm. "Please, calm down!"

Dr. Trenson looked taken aback as he stared at Burt. "Excuse me-"

"No-" Burt began but was cut off sharply by Carole.

"Look, Rick, I know you're just going by the rules, but you need to let Blaine come back with us. Ignore my husband and his sudden dislike of manners. But Kurt means a lot to Blaine and keeping him away from him is a terrible thing to do at the moment. Especially when he was the one to find him like that. Please, just bend the rules slightly for this one time. For me?" Carole was giving Dr. Trenson a look of hope. Since she worked at this hospital, she knew him out of work and it was helping her, as she saw the man's stern facade fall slightly.

"Fine, but do not mention this to anyone," he sighed as Carole smiled. He gave a weak smile back and winked with a chuckle. It was a dark moment to be smiling and laughing, but Carole needed some happiness to be leaked into the dampened mood of the waiting room.

"Blaine." Carole reached out. He stared at her hand for a moment before stretching out his legs and clasping her hand. He felt her fingers squeeze his, a warm feeling curling in his stomach for a moment before he remembered why he was there.

His eyes stayed trained on the scuffed floor as they were lead towards Kurt's room. He still felt Carole's reassuring hand in his, keeping him together for the moment as he tried to take deep breaths. Kurt was alright. That's all that mattered.

"Now, about Kurt's condition." Dr. Trenson said, stopping in front of a door with a 206 placed in the middle of the polished wood.

Blaine stared at the door, knowing that Kurt was just behind those doors. He wanted nothing more than to go in and curl up next to him, to have him be able to hug him back. "Um... Can I go in?" Everyone looked back at Blaine, surprised he spoke. The doctor's eyebrows were raised from him interrupting his speaking. "Please... I don't care about how he's doing, or what happened, and how he mutilated himself." Blaine winced faintly at his own words. "I just want to see him."

Carole's fingers squeezed Blaine's again before letting go of his hand patting his back softly. "Of course, honey. We'll be in soon."

Blaine nodded, a sudden rush of cold spreading over him after the warmth of Carole's hand disappeared. Would he be able to do this alone? He turned the doorknob and quietly made his way into the room. It wasn't the most comfy room, the only things placed in it being monitors that constantly beeped, a single bed settled in the middle against the wall, an old looking tv hanging in the corner and a small white board hanging on a wall that had medicine dosages and names written on it in sloppy writing. Blaine's eyes drifted over the room in seconds before landing on the bed. He took slow steps forward, his hands shaking before he clasped them together to try and steady them. He swallowed loudly as he closed his eyes for a moment before finally looking at his boyfriend, reaching out a hand to rest it on the crocheted blue blanket laid over the sheets.

Kurt looked horrible, his skin paler than normal, a scary white that almost seemed see through. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes circled by deep bruises that seemed to be permanently pressed into the fragile flesh. His wrists were wrapped in thick white bandages, making his arms look frail; like they would be able to be broken with one soft touch. His chest moved slowly up and down along with the monitors beside him, his head slightly rolling to the side.

Blaine bit his bottom lip, turning to grab a chair and pull it up to the bed, sitting down and leaning forward. He didn't want to touch Kurt, didn't want to break him or cause him anymore pain than he was already in. He rested a hand on the stiff mattress and let his fingers crawl over to Kurt's hand that was closest to him. He carefully hooked the ends of his fingers against Kurt's, savoring the feeling of his skin against his boyfriend's. Blaine remembered what the paramedic had said, to stay strong and not let Kurt see him break down. But Kurt was knocked out, for hours according to the doctor. That gave him plenty of time to get the tears out of his system, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop the tear that rolled down his cheek. He took in a shuddery breath and tilted his head down, ashamed. Ashamed that he couldn't hold it together. Ashamed that he couldn't get there in time to stop him. Ashamed that he made Kurt want to hurt himself.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, sniffling as he looked up at Kurt's form. Tears had begun to trail down his face, falling to the blanket. "I wish I could have been there. I wish I was holding you in my arms and kissing away the pain. Or even just holding you to keep you safe. I should have kept you safe. I shouldn't have started the fight... I shouldn't have yelled. I'm just s-so sorry, Kurt." Blaine's voice broke as he said Kurt's name, his breath catching in his throat slightly as he took a deep breath. "Please be okay. Please come back to me. I want to apologize when you can hear me. I want you to take me back, though you shouldn't. You have no reason to. But I just want you to be okay and healthy and happy. Just please, wake up and tell me you still love me."

Blaine bent his head and rested it on the bed and began to cry, his body shaking with the sobs. He let his fingertips move away from Kurt's hand and rested his palm on the bed next to Kurt's thigh, his fingers clenching around the blanket slightly. He couldn't stay strong. He wasn't able to stay strong without Kurt by his side. He needed him.

Blaine startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder, looking back to see Burt standing over him. "I-I'm sorry," Blaine said, his voice rough as he looked away.

"Why are you apologizing?" Burt asked, his eyes gazing over the boy's face before his ducked from his sight.

"Because I'm not strong enough. I shouldn't be crying. I should be strong. Strong for Kurt." He muttered, blushing softly.

Burt sighed and shook his head, his heart aching as he kneeled down on his knee with a soft grunt. "Blaine- hey. Look at me." Blaine was forced to look at Burt when he felt his hand press against his cheek. "Don't apologize for being human. It's okay to cry, to break down and get it out of your system. You need to. Kurt doesn't need you to be strong, he just needs you here and that's enough."

"But you haven't cried..." Blaine murmured, his voice quiet.

"I've had practice," Burt's voice went low, his eyes shifting away for a moment. "Just because I'm not crying now doesn't mean I haven't. He's my son, my only son. I did break down once and I doubt it will be the last time. But right now I have to be his father and take care of Carole and Finn. You have no one to take care of but yourself at the moment. I want to see you cry. I want to know that you care about my son. And I'm sure Kurt wants to know you care about him too. I know how this feels, like it's tearing you apart inside. Like... If you lose Kurt you'll have nothing to live for. You'll be dead inside. But don't think like that. You aren't going to lose him. Get the tears out now so Kurt will have all the happiness and love when he wakes up."

Blaine nodded and sniffled, his gaze falling to the floor. The door opened and Carole came walking in, bottles of water balanced in her hands. She saw the sight before her and stopped for a moment, her heart clenching at the moment. "Are you boys okay?" She said softly, not wanting to break the "bonding" moment.

Blaine's gaze snapped to her and she saw tears streaming down his face and her look softened as she walked forward. "Yeah, we're fine," came Burt's reply as he stood up with another grunt.

"I brought water." Carole smiled, handing Burt a bottle and letting Blaine take the other. She rested her hand on Blaine's back and smoothed circles over his shirt, looking over Kurt. "Everything will be fine. He'll get better."

Blaine looked up at her with watery hazel-green eyes that were two sizes bigger than they should be. "I hope you're right," he said quietly before looking back at the bed. Carole hoped she was right too, because she would never be able to look Blaine in the eyes again if he lost Kurt.