He sat his knee shaking nervously as he sat in the waiting room, the assholes wouldnt tell him anything because he wasnt family and he had voiced his opinion on what he thought of the policy.

Kurts dad had been called and he was on his way, he didnt have a clue what had happened to Kurt. He only knew that this was his fault, if he hadnt kissed him and then ran off Kurt wouldnt have been on the field.

He had Kurts blood on his hands and he hadnt dared to go and wash it off, just in case they allowed him to be told anything. Though, he knew that probably wasnt going to happen.

The worst thing was that he didnt know if Kurt was ok or not. Thats all he wanted to know, because if he wasnt then he would never forgive himself.

In that moment Burt walked in and he stood, Burt looked around and spotted him before he stormed towards him and suddenly he was going backward slamming into a wall.

"This is your fault," Burt said through tears.

"Im sorry," he whispered through tears of his own.

Burt was lightly pulled away by one of the nurses and he looked down to his creased shirt which had bunched up when he had been grabbed.

He stayed where he was and completely blanked out the nurse that was trying to talk to him, Kerry was the name she had on here name tag. Eventually she noticed that he wasnt listening and gave up, walking away.

He moved away from the wall and towards the door where Kurt had been taken when he got there.

"You cant go in there!" The same nurse yelled running after him and grabbing him by the arm.

"Let me go," he said snatching his arm out of her grip carrying on through the door.

He didnt get far down the corridor before security appeared down at the bottom of the corridor waiting for him.

He sighed stressed, more tears running down his face.

"Alright! Im going back," he yelled to them turn back feeling a sob rise in his throat. He didnt want to get in trouble, they would take him back to his parents and he would probably get a beating.

He walked back through the door and leaned against the nearest wall sliding down it until he was sitting on the floor.

"Are you ok?" Kerry said softly, appearing again.

"I just want to know if hes ok," he sobbed running his hands through his curls.

"Kurt Hummel?" She questioned and he looked into her brown eyes for the first time before nodding.

"Kurt is fine; hes got a few cuts and bruises but should make a full recovery in about a week," she said softly and he bowed his head relieved.

"Thank you," he said quietly trying to get himself together.

"Its fine hun, Kurts dads in his room right now so I think you should wait until he leaves," she commented and he nodded pushing himself back up the wall so he was standing.

He walked back over to the seating area and sat down to wait, it wasnt like he had anywhere else to go.

….

"Hey".

He heard a voice and opened his eyes. Kerry stared at him and for a minute he was confused, but then it all came rushing back.

"Kurts dad has been asked to leave, if you want to go and see Kurt for a couple of minutes thats fine," she said and he nodded sleepily.

He couldnt remember falling asleep, and he didnt have a clue how long he had been out.

He pushed himself to his feet and followed Kerry through the forbidden doors that he hadnt been allowed in.

He led him down the corridor and Kurts room was in the middle of the corridor, he had practically stood outside his room while on his rampage.

"Here he is, dont be too long visiting hours are over," she said before walking away leaving him to see Kurt alone.

He took a breath before walking into the room.

Kurt was a sleep in the hospital bed that sat in the middle of the room; his face was littered with cuts and bruises and it made his heart-break. Why had this happened to Kurt? He was the nicest, most caring person he knew.

He moved towards the bed, it seemed that the closer he got the more vulnerable Kurt looked in the bed. He seemed so small.

He reached the bed and sat in the chair that was next to the bed, he took Kurt hand in his.

Kurts knuckles were grazed, he let a small smile form on his face as he noticed, hopefully that meant Kurt had fought back.

He leaned back into the chair not letting go of Kurts hand, he closed his eyes again wanting to go back to sleep but he knew that he would just get woken and then kicked out.

He didnt know where he was going to go; there was no way he was going to the back of the field now.

He felt Kurts hand squeeze his and his eyes flew open.

"Kurt?" He said moving to the edge of the seat.

"Blaine?" Kurt groaned. He wasnt sure if Kurt was going to remember what happened.

"Im here," he said though he wasnt sure if Kurt would want him here, he would understand if he didnt.

"What happened?" Kurt groaned answering his question and he sighed.

"I dont know, I just found you…," his mind replayed what he saw and tears ran down his face. "It was my fault," he continued.

"No, it wasnt," Kurt said opening his eyes for the first time. "I remember running after you, looking for you in the woods but I couldnt find you so I headed back across the field. There was someone there, and I know for sure that it wasnt you," Kurt said.

"I was the reason that you were there in the first place," he said more tears running down his face.

"Blaine, dont blame yourself, I dont blame you ok," Kurt said closing his eyes again.

"I promise Ill find who did this to you," he said.

"Dont youll get yourself into trouble," Kurt said sleepily.

Kurt fell asleep and he stood up, taking one last look at Kurt before walking towards the door. He sighed looking to the floor, opening the door and exiting the room.