Blaine stood silently behind Burt as the doctor told them about his condition.

"How is he, doc?" Burt pushed.

The doctor sighed heavily as he ran his hand through his gray hair. It was easy to see how tired he was having to work on Kurt, even with the four other doctors and nurses.

"He's in critical condition," he sighed. "Now it wasn't anything fatal, but he was beaten pretty badly. It's very possible he could've died if he hadn't been kept conscious."

Blaine turned back, looking at Santana, who was sharing a gaze with Brittany, before she hung her head down again.

"So, he's gonna be alright?" Carole asked.

"He's got some internal bleeding, along with some broken bones and ribs. He's breathing on his own though, and despite the amount of head damage, there doesn't seem to be any trauma done. It's gonna be a pretty long road, but he'll be fine."

"W-when can we see him?" Blaine chocked.

"He's resting now, but he should be awake in an hour or so. You can see him now. But only a few at a time; we don't want to overwhelm him."

"Thank you, doctor." Burt sighed. The doctor nodded before leaving. "Well, now that we know that, I guess we wait."

Carole placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as they moved back to their seats. Blaine remained standing, though he moved closer to the window. There was a slight line between the curtains, allowing Blaine to peep through. Kurt lied still on the gurney; IV's and several other things were tagged all around him, as they kept up all his vials and other things doctors needed to know.

Blaine lost himself staring at that imagine. Maybe if he had gone to the club with him, things would be different. Maybe he could've prevented the accident, and if not that, well maybe he could've taken some of the pain to spare Kurt. Blaine rested his forehead against the glass and sighed. It was gonna be a long wait.