Outrage was a major understatement for what the three people sitting there were thinking as Kurt flipped the tv off. Blaine’s dad was fuming as he paced up and down the room. A source close to the family. Who was that? How dare they give out private info. Just then Kurt’s phone rang. Kurt snatched it up off the bed and answered it quickly and a little to harshly.

Kurt: What Finn what the hell do you want.

Finn: Whoa dude came Finns frazzled voice. I take it you saw the news.

Kurt: Yeah I did. So did Blaine’s parents. Who had the balls to go to the media like this. I asked that Blaine’s name be kept out of the press. This is terrible Finn.

Finn: I know and I don’t know who did it. We have all been here all day oh and the Warblers are all here too. How’s Blaine.

Kurt: No change which is what they want for now. He needs to heal. Find out if you can who told. I want to personally kick their ass.

Finn: Will do Mom wants you guys to come home soon to eat. Burt Mr Shue and some of us guys are bbqing.

Kurt: Yeah ok. We will leave in a bit.

Finn:okay. I will tell my mom.

Kurt: Hey Finn thanks for everything today.

Finn: No problem your my brother I would do anything for you. See you soon Kurt bye.

With that the call ended.

Kurt looked to the very tired and visibly distraught parents standing at the foot of Blaine’s bed. How much more could they possibly endure. Hell how much more could Kurt himself endure. Those questions had no answer and there was a house full people waiting on them to come home. To bad there was nothing new to report aside from anytime Kurt spoke or touched Blaine the thumb lightly moved. While its a good sign it was fast losing its meaning to Kurt.