"It's okay." Burt stood next to him, still rubbing his back and Kurt realized he'd been pleading quietly, but audibly under his breath, with whom he wasn't certain but he uttered, over and over "Please, please, please"

The doctor wouldn't tell them anything, they weren't family after all, so until Mr. and Mrs. Anderson arrived the Hummel men could only watch and listen. A head/neck/spine CT was ordered but apparently they were backed up. They did an x-ray of his chest and legs right in the room, making everyone walk out while they shot. The Anderson's arrived while everyone was in the hall. Mrs. Anderson had clearly been crying, Mr. Anderson looked ready for a round of golf.

Kurt made awkward introductions as the group tried to stay out of the way in the busy ER. When they were allowed back into the room Burt observed his normally outspoken son shrink even further against the wall as Mr. Anderson's voice boomed in the small curtained area. Mrs. Anderson went to her son's side and pushed the hair from his face, trying to plaster it back to where it would normally be gelled out of its rebellious ways. Her hands were shaking, no one would think to question why, unless you got close enough to smell the alcohol oozing through her pores. Only Kurt noticed when her obsessive need to straighten Blaine's hair lead to the renewed bleeding from his head. He walked over and calmly placed his hand over hers, moving it slightly away from the bleeding. She squeezed his hand but didn't meet his gaze. Kurt touched Blaine's cheek lightly and saw his eyes flutter.

"I think he's waking up." He was quiet but everyone heard. The doctor, who had been talking Mr. Anderson through the laundry list of concerns, tests and probable next steps for Blaine, came over and ran his pen cap up the bottom of Blaine's foot and the boy winced. "Ow".

Kurt closed his eyes, really breathing for the first time since he'd heard the crash. Mr. Anderson effectively squeezed him away from the bed moving in closer to watch the doctor interact with his son. Blaine answered questions slowly, but correctly. If the blinking was any indication his vision was blurry, though Kurt thought the light might just be bothering him.

Burt talked his son into taking a walk while the family had a minute alone with the patient, now alert and in a tremendous amount of pain. Before he left the room Kurt went around Mr. Anderson and kissed Blaine's cheek. "I'm not going far. I love you." He whispered in the boy's ear. The annoyance on Mr. Anderson's face was poorly disguised and grew more pronounced at his son's reply, "Don't let them make you go home, I need you here."

Burt stepped in, "Don't worry Blaine, we're here for you."

They got terrible coffee from a machine and went to sit outside where the sky was turning red with the promise of a hot summer day. Burt kept his eyes on his son who kept his eyes on the horizon. "Has Blaine's dad always been this dismissive of you?"

"It's not me, it's us. He won't come out and say he hates how it looks that Blaine's gay so he just keeps him at arms length so he can ignore it." Kurt shrugged, "It's hard to ignore when it's kissing your son in front of a room full of people."

"I'm proud of you, Kurt."

"Thanks, Dad, and thanks for reassuring Blaine, I know they're in there right now very subtly trying to suggest it would be best if we leave but I'm not going. He and I are closer than they are, I don't care if there's blood between them. I know you're worried about Blaine and I being too close but he needs me. I have you; I know how to find solid ground when I'm being pulled in dangerous directions but Blaine has had to be his own moral compass for too long. Maybe you're right, maybe we won't be together forever but I'm always going to have him to thank for helping me through certain things that you can't and he'll always have me to lean on when he needs to know that someone cares about him."

"We'll stay as long as he needs us."

Burt called Carole and told her what was going on and that they would be staying until further notice. She told him Finn wanted to come to the hospital as well to support his brother, Burt said he'd let him know when the time was right, for now it was a little too crowded already.

The day was long. It took 3 hours before they brought Blaine down for his CT scan leaving the Hummel's and the Anderson's alone in the room. Mr. Anderson checked his watch and pulled out his phone to make business calls, Mrs. Anderson attempted conversation with Burt but ran out of steam quickly. Kurt traded texts with Finn, Mercedes, Wes, David and Thad. He also called the amusement park to let them know Blaine would not be at work. Mr. Anderson was surprised to find that Blaine had a job.

The scan took hours and when he returned Blaine was heavily sedated but complaining about thirst. The nurse hung another IV but let him know he wasn't going to get anything to drink; he had some surgery ahead of him.

"X-ray showed a break to the fibula, we're going to cast that and let it heal on its own, it's in a good position. Unfortunately his chest film shows a significant fracture to the clavicle that will require surgery, but we have to wait for the results of the CT scans before we can do anything. I'm trying to get him into the surg ward upstairs but as always there is a wait for beds."

"I want him to have a private room. I don't care what we pay." It should have been a father wanting the best for his son but it came off to everyone in the room as a pompous act of throwing money around."

"I'll have to check, I'm not certain what's available currently." The doctor left the room.

Kurt had pulled two chairs next to the bed, placing Mrs. Anderson on one side and himself on the other. He held Blaine's hand or stroked his arm as the boy drifted in and out of sleep.

Mr. Anderson addressed his wife, "I've got to stop in at the office, I have clients in from out of town. I'll drop you at home, you can shower and change." Her eyes were glassy, she had left the room with her giant purse a number of times and come back swaying more widely each time. "I'm staying with my son and so are you Alistair, work be damned, I'm sick of you treating this family like show ponies to trot out on social occasions. Sit down."

"Don't start Ginny, not in front of strangers." His voice was dark.

"You may not have noticed but I'm not a stranger, I'm your son's boyfriend. You can fight in front of me any time you want; you don't think we can hear you at night? You're wrong, but for God's sake not here and not now. He's in PAIN, he has to be afraid, he needs us, needs YOU to pull it together and act like he matters. Unless he doesn't, then you should just get out because he matters to us and we'll take care of him if you can't be bothered." Kurt was shaking with rage, his voice rising octaves as he went on.

Burt stood, readying himself to defend his son from Mr. Anderson's response but it was Blaine who spoke. It took all of his energy, "Honey, leave it, I'm used to it. Don't let them upset you. Mom, go, let dad go to work, you get some rest. I'm just going to sleep. Come back in a few hours when they have answers. I love you."

"You heard the boy Ginny, he wants some peace."

They left, but not before Mr. Anderson made it clear that Blaine had better be in a private room, alone, when he and his wife returned.

Burt took Mrs. Anderson's chair and covered Blaine's hand with his own. "You're not alone son. You get some sleep, either Kurt or I will be here when you wake up, but you understand I may have to send him home for awhile to get some rest?"

"Thank you Mr. Hummel. Kurt's so lucky…" they were losing him again to the medical haze, the end of the sentence took a long time to come, "to have you."

Kurt smiled through his tears and squeezed Blaine's hand, "Yeah, but I'll share him with you."