It felt like only a few seconds has passed after falling asleep when I heard the alarm go off. I vaguely recognised it as Amy Winehouse's 'Back to Black'. I briefly wondered why I had changed my alarm when it was usually Katy Perry's 'Teenage Dream'. I groaned and moved my arm to hit snooze, wanting to just sleep for another ten minutes at least. A searing pain shot through my wrist, causing me to gasp and bolt upright as I clutched at my wrist.

"Ouch! Why did you wake me up like that Hummel? I was going to turn it off; no need to get your lady knickers in a twist," I heard a voice sounding like Santana say.

I turned to gape at the girl sitting next to me on the bed. I wondered what the hell she was doing in bed with me. I glanced around the room and immediately realised this was not my room. I turned my attention back to Santana to find her expression had softened when she had seen the look on my face.

Santana took my hand in hers, "You remember what happened last night, don't you?"

I shook myself out of a daze and allowed the memories of the night before to wash over me. I was instantly hit with images of running away, seeing Sebastian, Scandals, singing 'Titanium', Sebastian pinning me to the ground as he attacked my neck and finally seeing Santana.

I shuddered as I whispered, "I remember."

Santana squeezed my hand before letting go of it, "Good as I can't be arsed to go through it all again. By the way Porcelain, you're really comfy to sleep on. It's probably to do with your lady pear hips."

I almost smiled at Santana's words. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to take our minds off what had happened the night before by acting casual and being her usual insulting self. I watched as she got out of bed and started to select what she was wearing for school.

"Yo Kurt," She said to get my attention, "Dad said not to wash your hair due to the cut at the back of your head. He put something on it I think and he doesn't want that to get ruined. He also mentioned about washing and moisturising your face. You have to be extremely careful around your stitches and wounds. You can't get any of your creams or water on them."

I gaped at her, "Santana I look horrendous. I probably look worse than I did last night. I need to sort out my face and hair. Can I at least style my hair?"

Santana smiled sympathetically, "Yes you can but don't go near the cut at the back of your head. Remember Kurt, your bed hair looks wanky! If you insist, I have some hair spray that gives hair volume that you can use. You're not allowed to use any face creams you find in my bathroom, understood? Do you want help removing my brother's T-shirt so you don't catch your stitches?"

I sighed and nodded. Santana gently helped me pull the T-shirt off; being particularly careful around my head. I thanked her and made my way into the bathroom, taking the towel Santana was holding out for me. I saw Santana grab her own towel and leave the room; probably to use her parents' bathroom. I turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature of the water several times. I eventually settled on a lukewarm temperature as I didn't want to cause further damage to my skin. I pulled off the sweatpants and boxers, before putting them in a neat pile. I slowly got into the shower and let the water hit me. I winced a couple of times as it hit my body but soon got used to it. I had the shortest shower ever known to man; only making sure I had washed my body. I kept my face, hair and neck out of the water's reach. The bandages on my hands had got wet but I was sure Santana would be able to apply new ones. I got out of the shower and reached for the towel. As I dried my body off, wincing every time I moved, I glanced at the mirror. I almost looked unrecognisable. Some family members I hadn't seen for over a year definitely wouldn't know it was me. I didn't want to think about what would happen when I walked into the choir room or when I walked into my own home. I had made Santana upset and I had never really seen her upset before; apart from when she was drunk. I didn't want to think of my Dad or Blaine's reaction. My heart still hurt when I thought of Blaine. I quickly pushed those thoughts away and reached for the hairspray on the shelf in the bathroom. I had to give my hair at least some volume. I used the hairbrush I found very gently on my hair before applying the hairspray. I looked at my hair in the mirror. It wasn't the usual Kurt Hummel hairdo but it would have to do. I wrapped the towel around my waist, picked up the boxers and sweatpants, and made my way back into Santana's room. I glanced down at my boxers, wondering if I was going to have to wear this particular pair again. I looked up to see Santana wasn't in her room so I didn't have to deal with the 'wanky' comments about my state of undress. I noticed my clothes from last night were laid out on Santana's bed; washed and ironed. I was so grateful for every member of the Lopez family. I put the sweatpants in the laundry basket in Santana's room before pulling on my boxers; after spraying some deodorant on them, and put my socks on. I took a deep breath before attempting to pull my skinny jeans on; hating the way they were causing my wrists to ache. I was glad my legs weren't bruised or hurt at all; apart from a few minor scratches, otherwise I'd be in even more pain. I pulled on my white shirt but took a few minutes to do up all the buttons. I decided to leave the outfit like that as it wasn't the time for a fabulous outfit by moi; plus I had worn it the day before. I folded up my waistcoat and put on my Doc Martens. I put my waistcoat in a small Ralph Lauren bag left out for me. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and once again sighed in despair. This would have to do. Santana walked in at that moment, wearing her cheerio's uniform and adjusting her high pony.

She stared at me in shock, "Wow! This is the most normal I've ever seen you! Aside from Glee costumes and your Dalton uniform... nah you were still a prep boy in that so you look more normal here."

"Don't get used to it," I muttered in return before speaking in a normal tone, "Santana can you redo the bandages for my hands? They got wet."

Santana nodded before going to the bathroom and returning with her box of medical supplies. She sat me down on her bed and gently took off my previous bandages, apologising every time I winced. We both stared at my hands and wrists once the bandages had been removed. The knuckles on my left hand were lined with cuts whereas my right hand was full of cuts and small bruises. The bruises on wrists were now a dark purple and completely in the shape of a hand. I shuddered as the memory of Sebastian holding my wrists to the ground flashed through my mind. Santana smiled sadly at me before dressed both my hands as she had done before. I was relieved the bruises were hidden away as they seemed to be the ones that triggered flashbacks. I watched as Santana put the medical box away and started gathering her bag and belongings together. I turned my attention to the mirror and tried out different expressions, seeing if they would cause me pain. Every time I tried, my face ached and caused me to wince, sometimes groan. It felt like the hardest job in the world to even keep my eyes open. All I wanted was to curl up and sleep. I glanced up to see Santana looking at me anxiously.

"Are you okay Porcelain?" Santana asked, standing in front of me, "I mean... are you actually okay to go to school? You've had some pretty big blows to the head so you probably have conclusion. You need to rest!"

I smiled at my friend, grateful for everything she had done, "I'm fine Doctor Lopez. I promise you I'll get some rest after we've gone to school."

Santana frowned at me before leaving her room. I grabbed hold of the Ralph Lauren bag and placed it on my lap, ready for when we left. I once again glanced at my reflection, hating how I looked. I always looked immaculate no matter what I was wearing. I had done my best but my injuries made me look terrible. I looked away from my reflection as Santana came back into the room.

"I just went to speak to my Dad. I wasn't doing it behind your back or anything Porcelain, I'm just... I'm just worried about you. You seem to be out of it. Dad said you just need to get lots of rest and not do anything too strenuous," Santana explained, "That probably means no emotional talks with a certain ex Warbler who is the size of a hobbit."

I just sighed at the mention of Blaine, "I wouldn't be up to emotional talks with him in any state."

"Santana! You're running late! You need to go soon but not before your father checks on Kurt's stitches!" I heard Mrs Lopez call up the stairs.

Santana sighed but motioned for me, making sure we had all our bags first, to follow her as we made our way to her father's office. Santana knocked and Doctor Lopez quickly opened it, smiling at the two of us.

"How are you feeling Kurt?" He asked as he assessed my stitches.

"Really tired, nauseous and aching all over," I replied truthfully, just wishing I could go to bed.

Doctor Lopez frowned, "Kurt why are you going to school? It won't do your health any good. You should be going home to bed and resting!"

Santana answered for me, "We have Glee club first Dad and Kurt is just showing he's alive to everyone. Everyone was searching for Kurt last night so we thought we'd go in to show that he's been found. After that I will be taking him home and making sure he is tucked up in bed, then I'll return to school. Coach will kill me if I miss Cheerio so I won't be skipping."

Santana's Dad nodded, "That's good enough for me. Kurt I will be calling the school at midday if Santana hasn't called me beforehand to let me know she's taken you home. If you are still at school I will personally take you home, capiche?"

I nodded in understanding at what the doctor was saying. I knew I couldn't be stubborn and refuse to rest.

Doctor Lopez smiled at me, "I'm glad that's sorted. Kurt if you need anything at all, just let me know through Santana. Right I need to get ready to go to work, I've been paged in. You two better get to school as you're running late enough as it is. You might even miss Glee club."

He kissed Santana's cheek and smiled at me before returning to his desk to sort out some paperwork. Santana and I left the office and headed to the stairs. Santana wrapped her arm around my waist and glared at me until I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. We took our time as we made our way down the stairs. Any time I winced, Santana would stop us and give me some time to breathe. I felt really bad for doing this to happen but Santana was the one insisting. Mrs Lopez was standing by the door when we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Do you need any help Mi'ja?" Santana's Mum asked.

Santana shook her head before kissing her mother's cheek, "I'm good thanks Madre. I'll see you tonight."

To my surprise, Mrs Lopez gently kissed me on the cheek, "Goodbye Kurt. Get some rest and take care."

I smiled back at her, "Thank you for everything Mrs Lopez."

Santana and I made our way out of the house; Santana still helping me as I was feeling weak. We reached Santana's car and Santana helped me a little into the passenger's seat. Santana got in the driver's side and turned the engine off. We set off to school, knowing that we would probably get to McKinley after the start of Glee. Santana reached for her iPod and I saw her click a 'New Directions' playlist, putting it on shuffle. I knew she really did love Glee club. I remembered that Santana had called it the best part of her day at Sectionals two years ago. Life had been so different then; I had never met Blaine or Sebastian and I looked completely different. 'Don't Stop Believin' filled the air and I smiled to myself. I remembered the beginning of the New Directions and how it was only six of us. The club had changed so much over the last three years. It was weird to think that the majority of the club was graduating. What was the future of the New Directions? I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me. 'How Will I Know?' was the next song and instantly reminded me of the drama of Whitney week. I thought Blaine and I would have been okay after that but I had guessed wrong. With my eyes closed, it was so difficult to remain awake. I could feel myself drifting off.

"Kurt!" Santana's voice jolted me awake, "Don't you dare fall asleep on me!"

I opened my eyes to look at Santana. She was repeatedly glancing at me, looking worried.

"I just want to sleep! Why can't I? Just a quick sleep before we get to school," I told her, settling back against the seat to sleep.

Santana tapped my knee several times to wake me, "Kurt you have concussion. I was a little worried last night you wouldn't wake up. Just do your best to stay awake, okay Hummel? When I get you home, you can sleep then as Frankenteen's Mum will know what to do."

I nodded as I listened to her, something dawning on me, "Santana... did you let anyone know you had found me?"

Santana snorted at my words, "Do you really think I would find you then not try to contact people? I called Finnocence when I went to get my Dad but it went to voicemail. I left him a message berating him for not picking up and letting him know I found you. This was about four this morning so I hope he got my message. I was a little preoccupied with you, to be honest."

I reached across and squeezed Santana's hand on the steering wheel, "It's okay Santana. You did try to let someone know and Finn probably saw he had a missed call this morning. I have to say, as we're in private and you won't appreciate this in public, I'm so grateful for what you and your family did. Thank you so much."

Santana smiled at me, "You're welcome. I would do it for you any time Porcelain. You're my gay boy."

I rolled my eyes, wincing slightly, but smiled at Santana. I glanced out the window to see we were pulling into a parking space at McKinley. I guessed I had been asleep for longer than I thought. Santana parked up and turned off the engine. I watched as she grabbed her bag and got out of the car. In a flash she was at my side.

Santana opened the door, "Leave your bag here. I'll be taking you home. Don't deny help this time Hummel and be your usual stubborn arse."

I grinned at her as I took Santana's hands to pull me to my feet. She made her bag was secure before wrapping her arm around my waist. I immediately wrapped my arm around her shoulders, grateful for the support. As we made our way into school, I stumbled and caused Santana to squeeze my waist a little too tight; pressing one of my bruised ribs. I cried out and squeezed my eyes shut as pain flooded through my body.

"Shit Kurt I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" asked a flustered Santana as she tried to make me answer.

"I'm okay," I gasped out, gently rubbing my sore rib, "I just want to sit down."

Santana chuckled to herself, "Well when you get into that choir room, people are gonna be coming up to you and hugging you; not letting you sit down."

I groaned while Santana laughed as we continued our way into the school. Once the choir room was inside, I suddenly felt nervous. What was going to happen? I could hear muffled voices coming from the room but no singing. I could have sworn I heard my name mentioned several times. Santana squeezed my waist extremely gently just before we entered the choir room. I saw Mr Schue and Coach Sylvester standing in front of the New Directions with everyone looking distraught. I spotted Blaine sitting in the black row, looking like he was crying. When we walked in, everyone's gazes fell upon us; mainly me. I suddenly felt extremely self conscious and aware of how awful I looked.

"Kurt!" I heard my stepbrother say as he untangled himself from Rachel's arms and rushed over to me.

He pulled me out of Santana's grasp and pulled me into the tightest hug ever. It was weird to think he was the boy who called my belongings 'faggy'. Finn was hugging me so hard he was squeezing my ribs, causing me to gasp in pain. My face and hands were caught up against his chest, creating agonising pain.

"Finn let him go!" I heard Santana yell, "You're hurting him! He's in pain!"

Finn immediately let me go as I tried to catch my breath, wheezing a little and clutching at my ribs. I was so grateful to Santana as I hadn't been able to speak.

Finn looked so upset, "I'm so sorry dude, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so relieved to see you. I thought... I thought you were dead. Oh god Kurt I thought I'd never see you again."

"I know you didn't mean to Finn," I said, trying to calm him down.

I suddenly heard a whisper to the left of Finn, "Kurt?"

I turned my head in that direction to find Blaine standing there, staring at me in shock.

He stepped closer to me, "You're alive?"

"Obviously," I said, wondering why everyone was saying that, "I'm here."

Blaine suddenly leapt at me and pulled him into a hug. It wasn't as strong as Finn's and it didn't cause me any physical pain, but it was still a loving hug. Thankfully Blaine hadn't buried his face in my neck like he usually did as I had bruises on both sides and that horrific bite mark.

Blaine stepped back, his hands on my shoulders, "Oh Kurt I was so worried. Anything could have happened to you."

I glanced behind Blaine to notice all of the New Directions were on their feet, standing just behind Finn. I turned my attention back to Blaine to answer when I suddenly felt my vision go blurry. I felt myself slack slightly into Blaine's arms but luckily both Blaine and Santana were both there to hold me up.

"Porcelain needs to sit down pronto!" Santana yelled at the standing New Directions.

I saw Mike quickly grab me a chair and I let Santana and Blaine both lead me over to it.

"Kurt put your head behind your knees. It should stop the urge to pass out. I am not letting you pass out or fall asleep," I heard Santana say as she gently pushed my head between my knees, mindful of the cut on my head.

I took deep breaths for a few minutes before I slowly bought my head back up. Everyone, apart from Mr Schue and Coach Sylvester, were sitting in front of me; Blaine, Santana and Finn being the closest.

Rachel broke the silence, "Kurt... what happened to you?"

Before I could reply, Finn interrupted, "Where did you find him Santana? And why didn't you let me know?!"

Santana looked annoyed, "I called you at four this morning to tell you. I left you a message to tell you as you didn't pick you up."

"Oh... sorry Santana," Finn quickly apologised.

Santana nodded before continuing, "I was on my way home about half three this morning but I had gone a little way home. I noticed a figure on a bench crying in the dark. I stopped the car as I had to see if it was Kurt. Thankfully it was. I took him home, got him cleaned up, had my father check him over and put him to bed."

"Was he like this when you found him?" I heard Mercedes ask, sounding tearful.

I saw Santana nod, "Yeah he actually looked worse as he had blood everywhere and had thrown up a couple of times I think. My Dad and I between us got him cleaned up."

"What happened to you Porcelain?" I glanced up to see Coach Sylvester looking at me, with a look of concern.

I looked around to see every face looking at me with a worried expression, "I don't really want to talk about it. It was definitely one of the worst nights of my life."

That seemed to make everyone even more worried. Everyone was just staring at me; I could feel their eyes on my face, neck and hands. They obviously all wanted to know what had happened to me but I didn't want everyone to know. I knew how much they all loved gossip.

Mr Schue broke the silence, "Does Burt know he's been found?"

I saw Finn shake his head, "No as I didn't see the message. He was gone when I woke up this morning to come to school. I'll give him a call now."

"Wait Finn," Mr Schue said, "What is Kurt going to do? Do you want Burt to pick him up from here?"

Santana answered his question, "I was going to drive him home. We decided to come here so everyone could see he's alive. I think he has concussion so he needs plenty of rest. As you can sleep he's had plenty of blows to the head so needs to rest."

Mr Schue nodded, "That's a good idea. Finn, I think you should phone Burt and let him know Kurt's coming home. I'm sure he wants to be there when his son comes home."

I watched as Finn left the choir room to phone my Dad. I suddenly didn't want to see my Dad. Seeing me like this would lead to stress and would cause him to have a second heart attack. The New Directions obviously realised I was leaving now. Majority of the girls kissed my cheek while the boys gently patted me on the shoulder.

Mercedes crouched down in front of me, "Oh boo I was so worried about you. I'm still worried about you. You need to get better as soon as possible, and then we can continue to be as fabulous as we usually are."

Mercedes kissed my cheek and Rachel took her place, taking a hand gently in hers, "My poor poor Best Gay. You need to get better as we need to go to New York together. I know I choked but I will get Carmen Tibideaux to let me sing again. I am too talented for her to not..."

"Berry shut up! Porcelain doesn't want to listen to this," Santana exclaimed, not hiding her annoyance at Rachel.

I expected Rachel to argue back but she simply got moved away. I suspected she would argue with Santana about this later.

Brittany leaned and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, "I love you Dolphin. I will set Lord Tubbington on whoever hurt you. Get better soon. I'll make you a get well soon card to cheer you up and cure you."

I smiled softly at Brittany as she moved away. I watched as Puck came and stood in front of me.

"I would fist bump you but your hands are bandaged and I don't want to hurt you Princess," Puck explained, gesturing to my hands, "You're my boy Hummel and I need you to be okay. I'll kick the ass of whoever hurt you."

I rolled my eyes but smiled at Puck. Blaine walked over and crouched down in front of me, gently taking my hands in his and tracing the bandages with his thumbs.

"Whoever did this to you deserves to rot in hell. You don't deserve this. You're such a beautiful and amazing person Kurt, I hate that this happened to you. I'm so sorry for everything and I promise you that I will make it up to you," Blaine whispered for my ears only as he placed a kiss to my bandages.

"Blaine..." I started, not knowing how I would continue.

At that moment Finn walked back in, "Burt's heading home now. He had gone to the garage to do some paperwork then had continued his search. Both Burt and Mum are at home. I didn't tell him how you looked Kurt though, but he is so grateful to you Santana."

I saw Santana nod at Finn, "I had better get Kurt home."

Santana and Blaine both helped me up. Santana wrapped her arm around my waist as I wrapped mine around her shoulder.

"Do you need help?" Finn offered, "I can carry Kurt to the car."

Santana glanced at me with an apologetic expression, "Sorry Kurt but that would be easier for the two of us."

I sighed before turning to Finn, "Fine but please be gentle. I'm already in a lot of pain."

Finn nodded before picking me up bridal style. I knew my fifteen year old self would have been beside himself if he knew one day Finn would be carrying me like this. As my present eighteen year old self, all I thought of was my stepbrother helping me out. Finn carried me out of the room as I called out a goodbye to my friends. My eyes met Blaine's as he watched me be carried away. I knew I would have to talk to him sooner than later. Finn carried me to Santana's car. Santana opened the door for me and Finn slid me inside, minding my head.

Finn smiled at me sadly, "I'm so glad you're okay dude. Burt and Mum were beside themselves last night. Your Dad... he felt so bad."

"I'm sorry I ran out," was all I could say; I felt like I was choking.

"I totally understand why you did it. I would have done the same. You're a lot quicker than me so if I had done it, I probably would have been caught," Finn joked, causing me to smile.

Santana turned on the engine and Finn shut the door, waving to us as Santana drove out of the car park.

"Well that was eventful," Santana stated after a few moments of silence.

I burst out laughing at her words, causing my body to ache. Santana laughed with me for a while, before sighing.

"I know you need to talk to your Dad but I want you to lay down first, or sleep first then talk. I'm really worried about you Kurt. You nearly passed out in the choir room," Santana said, glancing at me.

I nodded, "I will do. I feel so weak and tired. I need to rest."

Santana nodded back, "Good boy."

I watched as Santana pulled into my road and parked outside my house. Santana switched the engine off and got out of the car. She opened the door for me and helped me out, picking up my Ralph Lauren bag. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as she wrapped hers around my waist and we made our way to the front door. Before either of us could knock, the front door burst open and there stood my Dad and Carole. Both of them looked like they hadn't slept at all and both had bloodshot eyes, suggesting they had been crying.

"Kurt! Thank God...." My Dad's voice trailed off when he caught sight of what I looked like, "Oh my God what happened?"

I opened my mouth to say something, to say anything but instead I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed, letting the darkness take me.