Chapter 6

Time seemed to stand still as the two young men continued to stare at each other, darkness setting in quickly outside the window. Blaine was the first one to break the gaze, fixating himself on the thread of the grey zip up hoodie he as glad to have found in the staff room.

“Seriously? Seven years and you're just going to stand there in silence, you are unbelievable sometimes,” Kurt laughed harshly, still glaring at the top of Blaine’s head.

Blaine shuddered, steeling himself and setting his face into a hard look as he blinked away the tears, placing a smirk firmly on his lips as he glanced to Kurt once more. “I work here Sweetheart, or what does it look like?”

Kurt’s mouth dropped open in shock as he searched for something, anything in this older man that reminded him of his Blaine. Finding nothing, he fixed his own bitchy look onto Blaine. “Sarcasm was never your strong point Darling, leave that to me,” He snapped, fire burning deep in his indigo eyes.

Feeling his nerve slip away along with his façade, Blaine shrugged nervously folding in on himself as he resumed picking at the thread on the hoodie, Kurt eyeing him curiously. The blue-eyed man felt the fight physically drain out of him as he collapsed into the nearest chair, keeping a watch on Blaine who was markedly now avoiding all eye contact. Memories of their last summer together, the last happy times they endured just after his senior year flooded through every part of him as his eyes brimmed with unshed tears. The memories simply kept storming through his mind, one after the other on their endless rampage.

“I hate you. I actually genuinely hate you.”

Blaine laughed grabbing Kurt's face in his two warm hands and planting a solid kiss on the boys’ mouth making a large ‘mwah’ sound as he let go. “Like hell you freaking love me.”

“Blaine, I am covered in flour, not to mention the state of your kitchen,” Kurt laughed softly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends shoulders and drawing him nearer. “My hair and my outfit are ruined.” The blue eyed teenager sighed softly, smiling when Blaine nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a mumble. Kurt kissed the top of the shorter boy’s head gently and reached up a hand to tangle in his gelled hair, ultimately pulling it straight back out with a grunt of disgust. “Not to mention you have egg in your hair.”

Pulling away, Blaine’s amber eyes glittered in joy, “If I remember correctly Kurt Hummel, that would be your fault for cracking an egg over my head.”

Kurt chuckled, “Shouldn’t have ruined my outfit then should you? Now did you say your parents were away for the weekend?”

Scrunching up his nose in confusion, Blaine nodded slowly, “Yep, but what does th-” Catching on quickly when Kurt merely raised an eyebrow, Blaine smirked, grabbing Kurt and kissing him longingly again. “I love you Kurt Hummel,” he whispered, peeling of Kurt's shirt as he pulled away, pulling his boyfriend with him up the stairs towards his bathroom as Kurt simply laughed.

Pressing Blaine against the bathroom door, Kurt sucked gently on his collarbone, reaching up to turn the shower on, “I love you too Blaine Anderson.”

Blaine meanwhile was trying desperately to stop the never ending train of memories as he sunk slowly down the cake cabinet, his head in his hands as the long summer days spent just relaxing together either in the air conditioned Hummel household or in their garden started to prevail at the front of his mind once more.

“What do you think that one looks like?” Blaine asked softly, tucked tightly into Kurt's side as they both sweltered in the heat of the summer, lying on the grass that had grown too long in the Hummel’s back garden, yet still unable to let go of one another.

Kurt's head tilted to rest on top of Blaine’s, casually eyeing the cloud that the boy was looking at. “A blob,” he answered dryly, making Blaine laugh and shove him lightly as he sat upright.

“Kurt, come on, you suck at this game,” Blaine chuckled, standing and moving to the shade of the tree, beckoning Kurt to follow him. Resettling with Kurt between his legs, Blaine rested his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder and kissed his neck lightly sniggering at the shivers that shot down Kurt's spine.

“Not all of us are two years old still,” Kurt sniffed, the love evident in his voice as he gently stroked the back of Blaine’s hands that were still wrapped around his middle. “What did you think it was like?”

Feeling Blaine shrug, Kurt leaned back trying to get as close as possible. “I was going to say it reminded me of Pavarotti.”

“A round blob then?” Kurt smirked reminded instantly of the fat little bird that once hopped around the cage in his room. Feeling Blaine start shaking with laughter behind him, Kurt couldn’t help but join in, the melodies of their laughter mixing and the worries of earlier in the day, Blaine’s increasing tiredness and the sudden plague of nosebleeds, quickly forgotten. The boys’ simply curled into one another and watched the world pass them by until the cool air finally settled around them and Carol was calling them in for Friday night dinner.

In retrospect, Blaine couldn’t help but wonder if that day had been the start of everything that had happened between them the following month.

“What are you thinking about?” Kurt whispered hoarsely half an hour later, his eyes trained on the slumped figure that was Blaine on the other side of the room.

“Where everything went wrong.”

Kurt sighed, running a hand through his hair as Blaine quirked an eyebrow in surprise. “What?”

Pushing himself to his feet once more, Blaine surveyed Kurt closely, taking in the slightly more defined features of the older man and if possible, the even brighter eyes than he remembered. “I just never thought I’d see you mess up your hair.”

Kurt glared, “Having a baby tends to make you more lenient on those sorts of things. How’s Eli?” He sneered, taking a moment of malicious joy at Blaine’s wince of pain. “What? I can’t ask how the guy that essentially helped you destroy our relationship is?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine muttered, glancing to his hands.

“Oh, clearly he was worth risking us for then,” Kurt scoffed, shaking his head in anger. “I just don’t understand why Blaine, I cant even begin to understand it.”

Blaine laughed shallowly, “Yes, because everything revolves around you, huh? Absolutely everything.” He glanced away from Kurt's shocked eyes, trying to fill his head with the lies that he had needed to survive since the beginning of his senior year of high school. Kurt didn’t need him, never needed him, he wouldn’t care, wouldn’t want to know what was happening to Blaine. Why would he? Kurt was going to have it all, he didn’t need Blaine holding him back from that. He let the lies swim around his head hoping that he could at least make out the pretense of believing them even when he knew in his soul that Kurt was one of the most selfless people he knew, but that inevitably had been why Blaine had had no other option but to let him go.

Kurt tilted his head and studied Blaine, shaking it slightly. “No, no, you don’t believe that, and that’s not me being big headed or thinking I’m amazing or whatever, its because I know you Blaine Anderson. After all this time, I still know you possibly better than anyone else. The way the corner of your right eye is twitching, the way your neck is rigid, you're lying to me and I want to know why. Hell, I deserve to know why.”

“You don’t know me better than anyone else, you don’t know me at all.”

Scoffing, Kurt stood up, shaking his head heatedly, “Yeah well, want to tell me why that is?”

“Because you weren’t there Kurt! You weren’t there,” Blaine exploded, sobbing as he collapsed to his knees.

Kurt’s own tears rushing down his face like mini waterfalls he gradually edged towards Blaine, desperate to comfort him. “My senior year was like something from a horror story,” Blaine murmured gruffly, voice suddenly void of emotion as the tears streamed down his cheeks. Pulling his knees next into his chest, he glanced at Kurt once more. “Please don’t make me relive it Kurt, please, I can’t, I just can’t,” Burying his face in his hands, body shaking with sobs. Kurt stooped, gathering Blaine into his arms and rocking him gently, trying to stop the way his heart shattered and his breathing hitched at how tense Blaine became in his arms.

“It’s ok, B. Oh my Little B,” He muttered, one hand tenderly wrapping around Blaine’s head, tucking it under his chin as he continued to rock them, humming softly.

“I always thought you were the only person who truly knew me and knew when I needed you. I needed you and you weren't there!” Kurt's eyes widened as he hissed in pain into the silence that had surrounded them the hurt of that night in Battery Park seven years ago when the words were last uttered stinging his every fiber.

“You know what fine. That's just fucking fine.” Laughing harshly Kurt released Blaine, pushing himself to his feet and storming over to the door. “You know I thought you were different at one point Blaine. I thought that you were it for me that we were forever. I can see now that I couldn't have been more wrong. You're a liar and a cheat just like all the rest of them.”

Kurt thundered out of the door slamming it closed with such ferocity that Blaine felt it from where he was still collapsed over next to the cake cabinet, his knees drawn tightly to his chest, eyes streaming with tears that had needed to be shed for years.

“I was just trying to protect you,” he whispered to the empty shop slowly trying to pull together the pieces of his heart once more.

“How bad do you think the fall out from this is going to be?” Sam queried munching on a twinkie with Brittany watching him enviously.

“God knows, but I’d say we’re about to find out,” Mike answered quietly from where he was perched on the windowsill. “Blaine just entered the building and he didn’t look happy.”

Sighing, Mike stood and collapsed next to Santana on the couch, smiling slightly when her head dropped to his shoulder. “Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it as a family, just like we’ve dealt with everything as a family.”

“That includes Dani and Seb now too, right?” Brittany smiled, dancing through the room lightly, not as completely oblivious to the tension in the room as she made out, fiddling with a picture of the five of them in a hospital room from years ago.

“Oh yeah,” Sam smiled, slouching in the armchair and pulling Brittany onto his lap, her legs sticking out sideways over the arm. “But for right now, I’d say we need to work on mission lets keep Blaine calm because stress and anxiety will do nada for his health. Commencing in five, four, three, two…”

As if on cue, the door swung violently open, Blaine barreling in as he charged through the apartment, sniffling slightly.

“Blaine, what happened?” Santana called, pushing herself to her feet.

Blaine simply shook his head slamming his bedroom door ferociously closed behind him, the ultimate last look being one of not wanting to be disturbed.

“Well, that went well,” Sam nodded, smiling sheepishly at the glares from the other three, Santana moving to knock on Blaine’s door with Mike following closely behind her. The two blondes left behind looked at each other and shrugged, heading to the kitchen to put the coffee on, fearing a long night in front of them.

“Blaine, come on, open up, please.” Santana pleaded, knocking again on the locked door, resting her forehead against the cool white wood as she remained the only one stood next to it twenty minutes or so later.

“For the millionth time Santana, please just leave me alone!”

Hearing the retching start back up again, Santana dragged a helpless hand through her hair. Throwing a fist at the door followed by a shriek, “Blaine, come on, you need us.”

“I don’t need anyone,” A weak voice answered back, the heaving pausing for a couple of moments before resuming once more.

Feeling a warm hand clench around her wrist, Santana looked up into Sam’s sad emerald eyes. “Come on Tana, he won’t let you near him in that state, you know he won’t. We’ll sit up in the living room for as long as it takes for him to let us back in. Blaine’s stubborn, it’s why you two get along so well and also why you fight so much.”

Nodding slightly, Santana allowed Sam to pull her back through into the living room mutely, the two dissolving onto the floor beside Mike and Brittany, four mugs of steaming coffee placed out in a circle. Brittany silently dealt the cards out and the four continued with a tradition that had begun in a cold dark hospital waiting room seven years ago. Blaine could be stubborn, but so had his roommates learnt to be. Wordlessly, Brittany took hold of Santana’s hand and looked to Sam to start the first game.

Their persistence paid of when not even an hour later, the door to Blaine’s room creaked quietly open, the young man shuffling into the living room. “Sannie, please help me, it won’t stop,” A tiny voice cried.

Santana’s head whipped up and she gasped at the blood gushing from Blaine's nose his entire face a sea of red as Brittany whimpered in fear beside her. Mike leapt to his feet and ran to the kitchen, Brittany flying out after him, Sam simply sat frozen in shock.

“Sam call 911,” Santana shrieked rushing over to Blaine and helping him collapse into a chair trying to ignore his trembling and the weak grasp one of his hands had on her whilst the other attempted to plug his nose. Mike and Brittany rushing back in, a bottle of meds and towels galore clutched in their grasp as Sam whipped out his phone, dialing an all too familiar number.

“You’ll be okay B, you’ll be okay,” She whispered, her eyes betraying her as she wrapped him up in her arms, Brittany pressing the towel to his nose, the blood seeming endless.

“Dude, we got to get going, a call came in and we’re closest, let’s go. It’s a blues and twos situation!” Puck yelled, dragging Finn away from Rachel and hopping into the driver’s seat of their rig, placing the sirens and lights on full blast as he peeled out of their parking space, flying down the block.

Finn shook his head, laughing slightly, “Puck, you spent far too long in London bro.”

Puck simply shrugged, “I like the city and it’s a pretty awesome expression, so sue me. This doesn’t sound like a good one Hudson. The guys’ younger than us and it just doesn’t sound good at all.”

“Are they here yet?” Santana screamed, glaring at Sam.

“Does it look like it?” The blonde man snapped back, glaring at her as Mike pushed him out of the front door.

“We’ll go wait for them out front, just keep him awake girls,” Mike muttered closing the door behind them and leaving Brittany singing softly to Blaine while Santana tried to muffle her sobs, Blaine’s head now elsewhere with the amount of blood loss.

Blaine giggled quietly to himself, “Brittany did anybody ever tell you that you sound like a fairy? A very prettiful, beautiful fairy,” He slurred softly, flicking one of her braids away from her face.

“Thank you Blaine,” She whispered stopping her song momentarily to cast Santana a worried look, the brunette now biting her lip so hard it was bleeding itself. “Stop that San, there’s enough blood being lost in this room right now.” She muttered, whipping the third towel away from Blaine’s face and replacing it with another, the red rapidly seeping into the white threads.

“Shit, they have to be here soon, I don’t remember it being this bad this time round before,” Sam muttered, pacing the pavement outside the front of their building, staring up the street as he willed the ambulance to appear there and then.

Mike smiled sadly, placing a steadying hand on Sam’s shoulder. “He’ll be fine Sam. Blaine’s a tough cookie, he’s been to hell and back on numerous occasions over the past seven years. It’s a hell of a setback, yes, but he will get better, mainly because he has to be because I refuse to imagine a life without him end of.”

Sam opened his mouth to answer back just as the ambulance came flying round the corner, pulling to an abrupt stop in front of the waving young men. “Alright, I’m assuming that you two know the patient, which flat is it?” Both Mike and Sam’s mouths dropped in shock, Finn dropping his paramedics bag as they simply stared at each other.

Five minutes later the sound of a window slamming open stunned them all to look up as Santana’s head stuck out anger burning deeply in her eyes as tears gushed down her cheeks. “I swear to God if you morons aren’t in this flat in the next five seconds I will make it so that each and every one of you will never consider ever attempting sex again in your entire lifetimes!” With that the window snapped shut again and the four men glanced quickly at one another before Sam and Mike were leading the way inside, filling the two young paramedics in on Blaine’s medical history as they went.

“Crap, is that how much blood he’s already lost?” Puck muttered rushing straight to Blaine as Finn cursed under his breath yelling about running back to the rig to get the stretcher.

“More,” Santana whispered, “I think he’s been bleeding for at least an hour and he’s been throwing up almost constantly too. I don’t know whether it’s a side affect from the treatment or from the taste of blood, he despises it. It can’t be an infection with his PICC line though I cleaned that out last night.” She finished with a rue smile as Blaine kept his eyes fixed on Puck’s Mohawk, ignoring Santana’s fingers curling in his hair and Puck’s fingers trying to take his pulse.

Puck glanced up at her in surprise. “You’re very knowledgeable about it,” He muttered pressing the towel back to Blaine’s face and using his other hand to cup the man’s cheek carefully, smiling softly when Blaine nestled into it still curiously watching the Mohawk.

“Someone had to learn to take care of him,” She shrugged softly, “As if I wouldn’t have learned by now, it’s been seven years since I first flushed out a PICC line.”

“Seven- oh-,” Puck cut off wide eyed as one glance from Santana told him everything he needed to know. Tenderly, he pulled the towel off of Blaine’s nose, “The bleedings eased but I still want to take him in. He’ll need to see his specialist and he’s lost a lot of blood, you said he wasn’t as lucid as he should be right?”

“Given that he just called Britt a ‘prettiful fairy’ I would say not,” Santana snapped, glaring at Puck.

“Ok then,” Puck stood up, placing Blaine’s own hand on the towel to keep it in place as Finn pushed back into the room. “We’ll just get him settled on the board and take him straight in the rig.”

Brittany giggled and Mike released a small smile as Sam smirked at them, leaning on the wall beside the door. “If you think you’ll get him on that thing without a fight good luck,” Sam quirked an eyebrow, “He’s still Blaine, no matter how illogical he’s being, he’ll still be fiercely independent and fight you all the way.”

“What the hell do you suggest then?” Finn growled sharply glaring at them as Mike and Sam scowled straight back.

“Let him walk for himself, but lean on you for support,” Brittany suggested, smiling at Blaine as he pulled the towel away from his face revealing that the blood had slowed to a trickle.

“Alright then big guy, let’s get you to the hospital,” Finn muttered, flinging his bag onto his back and picking up one side of Blaine, stunned at how light the man was and shooing Puck away when he tried to help.

“I’m not a child you… you giant,” Blaine murmured gazing skywards to Finn and narrowing his eyes as Mike snorted with laughter.

“Thanks for that Blaine,” Finn sighed, opening the back doors to the rig and helping him inside, noticing Santana stood to the side, clad in what was clearly one of the men’s hooded sweaters. “San, it’s family only in the rig.”

“Do not test me Hudson,” Santana screamed sharply. Puck simply shrugged as she hopped into the rig beside Blaine, taking hold of his hand tightly. Finn glanced to the others getting into one of the cars parked further down the street and nodded slightly to Sam who returned the gesture as Finn leaped into the back of the rig, slamming the doors, Puck pulling swiftly away from the curb.

“Sannie, I don’t feel well,” Blaine whined quietly as Finn handed Santana a basin, Blaine instantaneously emptying his stomach into it, along with another torrent of blood.

“Shit, Puck sirens and lights, step on it!” Finn yelled abruptly the sirens instantly blared out from overhead, Puck casting a worried glance into the mirror.

“I want Kurt, Sannie, can I have Kurt?” Blaine whimpered causing the other three occupants to wince as Finn loaded up a syringe with a sedative pulling Blaine’s sleeve up and injecting it into the PICC line.

“We need to keep him calm Santana, this might be the only way to guarantee it, he needs blood and fluids desperately,” Finn maneuvered the smaller man onto the gurney and quickly checked his stats once more, watching Santana closely at the same time.

“You can have anything you want baby boy, anything you want, just please, God please survive this,” Santana choked out, squeezing Blaine’s hand as his fingers went limp around hers, Finn’s hand attempting to rub soothing circles into her back.

Kurt stumbled into his apartment, shock still written all over his face as he dumped his bag by the door and leaned on it heavily. “Da! Da! Da!” Alice squealed as she raced up the corridor towards him, arms up expecting a hug the second she reached him.

Swinging the baby girl up onto his hip, Kurt pressed gentle butterfly kisses all over her face. “I love you my sweet little angel, please always remember that,” He muttered as Alice watched him carefully with her large blue eyes. Another almost identical set watching him from a doorway slightly further along the corridor. “Please, please Dani, I can’t handle this right now, please just let it be.”

The young woman shrugged, pressing a hand to the back of Alice’s head as the young girl ran by her on her way back into the living room. “Fine, but know that I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Just one question, are you ok?”

“Far from it,” Kurt smiled scathingly, hanging up his coat and gazing back at Dani.

“Fair enough,” She smiled softly and tilted her head, “Come on, Seb just made a fresh pot of coffee that has your name all over it.”

He smiled as he watched Alice playing with her ball on the floor, chasing it between Sebastian and Elliott as they rolled it through her legs to each other. He accepted the mug of coffee gratefully from Dani, still watching the trio carefully, envying Alice’s innocence and Sebastian and Elliott’s bliss.

Kurt collapsed onto the sofa and was just about asleep when ‘Valerie’ by Amy Winehouse was suddenly blaring into the room.

“Sorry Kurt,” Dani muttered, grabbing her phone and sliding icon across the screen to answer the call, “Hey Tana…Wait what? Tana, please God tell me this is just your seriously sick idea of a joke.” Dani was instantly on her feet pacing, the three men in the room shooting confused looks at each other, watching Dani’s eyes fill with tears as she pulled the phone away from her ear, turning to Sebastian. “Seb we need to go.” At his blank expression Dani screeched and grabbed his hand pulling him from the room and decisively out of the apartment.

“Any idea what that was about?” Kurt blinked turning to the equally confused Elliott who simply shook his head.

Rachel smiled softly, clutching the stem of her wine glass as Elliott swung Alice round in circles baby giggles filling the air as the brunette turned to her blue eyed best friend sat on the other side of the couch. “So what, they got a phone call and just up and left?”

“Yep pretty much,” He murmured grinning as Alice chanted ‘Ellott’ again and again, following him into the kitchen. “That was like an hour ago, I haven’t heard anything since but Dani was pretty upset.”

“That’s weird,” Rachel scrunched up her nose then casually eyed Kurt, “Sooooo want to tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Blaine's in town.”

Rachel inhaled sharply, shaking her head furiously. “Kurt, you can’t be thinking of taking him back right?”

“Erm, I’m not sure?” Kurt offered, trying to avoid Rachel’s horrified gaze, “The others seem to think it’s a good idea.”

“But Kurt, just remember how broken you were the last time. The rest of them weren’t there. They don’t know what you went through.”

“We may not have been there in the beginning Rachel but we damn well saw how upset and broken up Kurt was,” A voice sounded from the door causing both Rachel and Kurt to whip around and stare at a red eyed Sebastian. “I also remember how in love the two of you were in high school and how strong and together you were even when I was trying to break you up, still sorry for that by the way, maybe now’s the time to see if you can get that back? I’m not going to stand in your way Kurt. I’m going to encourage you to go for it because quite frankly the way you two looked at each other, it’s how I look at Elliott. You were in love and because of that you made each other better people and pushed any boundaries you set yourselves to the limits.”

“This is ridiculous!” Rachel fumed, “I can’t believe I’m even hearing this. You know what, I’m going to Quinn’s for the night. Kurt you need to clear your head and move on, you should’ve moved on years ago.”

Rachel stormed out of the room, slamming the door to her room when she got there and both men heard her singing loudly as she pranced around her room, packing a bag. Sebastian eyed Kurt closely, shaking his head at how broken up the man seemed. Sitting beside him, he gently took one of Kurt's hands in his and kissed the back of his hand comfortingly.

“She’s wrong Kurt,” He whispered softly, “Not to mention the fact of who the hell is she to judge? She blatantly never moved on from Finn given that they’re still together now”

“Not you too,” Kurt scoffed, wrenching his hand from Sebastian’s.

Sebastian shrugged standing up. “Look, I just came back here to get Elliott, I need him tonight, but think about it Old Betty White, excluding Alice, who has made you the happiest person in this world?” At Kurt's silence Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Bite me meerkat.”

“Nah thanks I always preferred your ex,” Sebastian smirked leaving the apartment to drag Elliott back to the hospital. Kurt's mouth hung open in shock as he heard the front door close, Alice coming back into the room clutching a cookie as if it were her new most prized possession.

“Kurt, Kurt!”

“Finn shut up! I just got Alice down for the night,” Kurt glowered as he shut the baby’s door quietly and stepped out into the hallway, the baby monitor firmly attached to his belt.

Finn panted heavily, wincing as he noted the crabby mood Kurt was evidentially already in. “Sorry. But I really need to talk to you, like now.”

“Fair enough, I’m the only one here. Your girlfriend rushed out in a huff after Sebastian had a go at her, she said she was going to Quinn’s and God knows where the rest of them have gone to, they just said they had to leave in a hurry and left me and Alice.” Shrugging slightly, Kurt smiled and ushered Finn into the living room, picking up toys that Alice had deposited in random places as he went.

“Blaine’s back in town.”

Kurt instantly froze from where he was picking up a cuddly duck and turned to look directly at Finn, his giant of a brother wringing his hands nervously gazing at Kurt. “I know, he works for Dani,” The slightly younger brother answered frostily, resuming what he had been doing.

“Kurt, here, listen, I mean,” Finn groaned, running an aggravated hand through his hair and grabbing Kurt’s wrist, dragging the lithe man over to the couch and forcing his to sit as he himself resumed the pacing he had started earlier in the hospital. Sighing, he sat down beside Kurt had took his hand, sharp blue eyes observing him curiously. “Kurt, the reason I know he’s here, Puck and I, we just had him in the back of the rig. He’s really, really sick Kurt.”

Kurt paled drastically, his hand clenching desperately around Finn’s as a source of comfort. Finn easily shifted them both so that he had his arms wrapped tightly around Kurt. “Wh-what? F-F-Finn, please?” Kurt gasped out, his eyes filling with tears for the second time that night.

“I know, I know. Shhh, come on Kurt, take a deep breath,” Finn whispered calmly, rubbing Kurt’s back in circular movements.

“911? Finn, God, tell me he’s not dead.”

Finn chewed his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. “No, little brother, but he’s not good either. I think that you need to talk to Santana.”

“Wait, why Santana? She’s in town?” Kurt queried, tears still dripping down his face as he searched Finn’s features for an answer.

Finn nodded continuing to search Kurt’s face for any signs of further distress. “Yeah. From what I can guess from what she was saying in the rig, she, Blaine, Brittany, Sam and Mike all live together.”

“Wait a minute, I thought it was family members only in the rig though?”

Finn shrugged, a wry smile covering his face as he unwound his arms from around Kurt. “I don’t think he has anything to do with his family anymore and she was there when 911 was called.” Standing, he made his way to the door and raised an eyebrow at Kurt, “Besides, do you want to try and tell Santana no?”