Burt and Carole burst into room 334, tears were masked over her cheeks while Burt's face was painted with a look of utter disgust. His eyes scanned the room quickly finding his son on a hospital bed, propped up and a white bandage was wrapped around his head several times with a small stain of red showing on his right side.

“Kurt?” Burt spoke slowly walking towards the bed. His son raised his head, a broad smile stretched across.

“Dad! What are you doing here? I thought you were with Auntie Kimberly?”

“Don't worry about that. I'm just glad my buddy's ok.”

Georgina, Blaine and Henry Anderson walked into the room that second, Blaine close behind.

The thing about Kurt is he is quite a closed off boy. Never really wants to talk about much or for long. When he first met Cooper he hinted slightly about the fact he had a boyfriend but Burt nor Carole followed on the topic. After they got engaged Kurt thought Cooper should meet his family but first Kurt was too meet his. Of course Kurt had shown pictures of Cooper to his Dad and Step-Mom but they werent't the best quality ever. Copper wasnt't very photogenic so to get a picture was hard and since Blaine and Copper looked like twins you can see why now Burt had Blaine pinned up against the hospital wall.

“Dad what are you doing!” Kurt yelled almost crying now.

“You dare as even touch my son again I won't hesitate to...” but he was cut off by Kurt.

“Dad that's not Cooper!” Burt turned around to look Kurt in the eyes. Then back at Blaine. Then once more to Kurt. Gingerly he loosened his grip. Carole was next to the bed holding Kurt's hand, a look of horror across her face. Mr and Mrs Anderson were staring at Burt both imitating the open fish mouth look. Burt patted Blaine on the back and said

“Sorry Son” Blaine nodded and walked cautiously to the door, his Mum and Dad hot on his heels.

“We'll give you some alone time” Georgina said smiling whilst walking out the door. There was an awkward silence until the door burst open but there was no one there. It stayed open still but no hand was keeping it there only a rubber tip. After what seemed like hours the cane pressed on the floor followed by a hobbling doctor.

“I'm your Doctor. Doctor House. Unfortunalty my colleges are at a party being thrown by my girlfriend Dr Cuddy. You all look confused. The thing is I'm trying to make this conversation less boring for all of us. Dr Cuddy you ask? Yes she was in here earlier. The one with the big boobs? Wow you really didn't notice. Are you sure you arent gay?” Burt almost threw himself on the cripple that stood before him but even he had a sense of decency. Instead he stood still but glared.

“I had Dr. Chase before. “ Kurt smiled about the blonde cute doctor.

“I bet you did. You seen the black one yet? Stay away from him. He may steal something. Probably breaking into your house right now. Head forward” Kurt did what he was told still questioning the sentence he had said before the instruction. House felt the back of his neck and then felt under his chin.

“No sign of neck trauma. Can you remember what happened before?” Kurt gulped and nodded his head.

“Can you remember my name?”

“Dr. House”

“Correct. When is my birthday?” House was still checking around Kurt's head, his ears his nose, his eyes. Kurt suddenly panicked. Had he told him his birthday? Why didn't he remember his birthday. House, seeing this spoke up.

“It's 29th November. In 3 weeks. Want to get me a gift?” He had finally finished his check up when he grabbed his cane from the wall where he had left it when he started.

“Boring case. Your fine. No signs of long or short term memory. Now I will just need to examine your penis” House said bluntly. Burt looked at him and then at Kurt.

“Why...why would you need to?” Burt was looking awkwardly around the room.

“You can ask questions or we can wait for the remaining bits of glass to rip his foreskin.” Burt looked at Kurt then Carole pulled him out of the room. With House on a stool sitting beside Kurt he put his gloves down on the side table.

“Don't worry. There is no way you will pee out glass. We have removed it all. Care to share what happened?” His tone was soft and comforting, a voice which Kurt could trust.

“It's not the first time he's hit you is it?” House asked although he knew the answer. Kurt shook his head no.*
“It's ok. There is no long term damage but if he continues there may be. Mentally I don't know what you're thinking but it mustn't be good.” Right then a woman around the age of 24 entered room 334.

“Dr House we have an emergency.”

“Dr. Cameron I thought you were at Cuddy's party?” Kurt was forgotten about.

“I was but your phone was off. It's Wilson he's...he's had a stroke he's in the ER they need you” House stood up with difficulty using his cane for help.

“Duty calls” and with that he left. Burt re entered the room with Carole joined by Finn.

“Are you ok Dude?” Finn asked coming into the room

Kurt rolled his eyes. This was going to be a long trip at the hospital he thought.
*
Blaine was sitting on the couch watching ‘Pop Idol' when the front door opened. He stiffened in his seat while the footsteps got louder.

“Hey bro” Cooper said sitting next to him. Blaine moved away quickly, scampering on the soft material.

“What's wrong?” He asked turning the volume down with the remote.

“What's wrong? Coop! Kurt's in the hospital because of you. Well...he's home now but that's not the point Cooper. He was hurt because of YOU.” Cooper looked shocked and was speechless.

“I hurt Kurty?” His sickening nick name made Blaine get off the couch.

“Kurty? He isn't a child! And neither are you. You could go to prison because of this Cooper! This isn't an argument in the playground. This is real life!!” Mariah was hovering in the doorway staring at her two brothers.

“Is Kurt ok?” She asked looking smaller than ever. She was always up beat and jolly. Never one to be miserable.

“He's ok now Mariah. Come on let's go upstairs.” And with that he took his younger sisters hand and went upstairs. **
He came in a few mins ago~BLAINE

What happened?~KURT

Nothing. He forgot he hit you~BLAINE

That doesnt surprise me~KURT

Feeling better?~BLAINE

Yes thank you.~KURT

Coffee tomorrow? Lima Bean. Your OK to drive or do you want picking up?~BLAINE

Pick up please. See you tomorrow. 4.~KURT
*
Blaine was pacing the floor. He was having coffee with Kurt. With Kurt. With his brother's fianc�e. This was wrong. But so right. No. This was wrong. But it would be good. It's not a date or anything is it? Is it? Oh god what should he wear. His phone buzzed.

I looked up his file. Stole it so you better be happy about this. Ok first case was two years ago. 7/8/12-Broken arm. Said to have done it while riding a bike. Discharged after six hours in A&E. Second case was...1/9/13. Bruises over his body. He came in for a check up on his arm when the nurses found this clump of bruises on his lower back. The last case was a few weeks ago. Glass in his hand from washing up. Discharged after two hours from removing glass. Hope this helps Buddy.~ERIC

Cheers Foreman.~BLAINE

Don't call me that.~ERIC

Habit I suppose. So used to Wilson and House calling you Foreman. We have to meet up soon. Gtg: date.~BLAINE

SHIT! It wasnt a date why did he write that! God he needed help. And fast.
*
Kurt was looking through his wardrobe. It had been a few days since the incident. His bandage had been removed and he looked almost normal with his make up on and hair almost done. He needed to put his shirt on in case it pulled a hair out of place. He settled on bright purple skinny jeans which complimented his ass nicely. He wore a yellow jumper with a grey t-shirt under. Looking happily at himself in the mirror he returned to his hair products when his phone went off.

GETTING EXCITED ABOUT YOUR DATE??~RACHEL

Kurt sighed and typed out a reply.

It isn't a date and no need for all those capitals Rachel xx~KURT

Sorry. BUT YOU TOLD ME IT WAS A DATE!XXX~RACHEL

No I never.~KURT

NO KISSES?~RACHEL

Xxx~KURT

BETTER. SO IF THIS ISN'T A DATE WHY ARE YOU DOING YOUR HAIR? WORRYING ABOUT WHAT TO WEAR?XXxx~RACHEL

...Do you have spies watching me? I know this is wrong, he is just trying to be nice and I can't say no to a Lima Bean coffee.PS. Stop with the caps. Xxx~KURT

Ok. Sorry. Have a nice time : ) And Kurt...~RACHEL

Yes?xx~KURT

Wear a CONDOM :P xxxxxxxxxx~RACHEL

Kurt chuckled to himself as he sprayed one more lot of hairspray onto his head when the door bell went off.

“I'll get it!” Kurt called down the stairs. When he opened the door he was met with hazel eyes and a smell of raspberry gel hit his nose.

“Blaine!” He said and went in for a hug.

“Dad I'm going out. Love you” he said as he closed the door not noticing what his Farther had said to him.

“You look nice” Kurt said looking Blaine up and down. He knew it was so very wrong but it felt...perfect.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” Blaine spun on his heels to face his older brother. Cooper was by his car, flowers in hand.

“Cooper.” Kurt breathed as he slowly but tactfully stood behind Blaine. He was scared. So very scared about what was going to happen next.