Kurt continued to stare out into the hallway, ignoring Blaine’s question. His father and a very intimidating gentleman were standing out in the hallway just outside the door to Blaine’s room.

Kurt couldn’t make out the exact words of their argument but he knew it wasn’t good.

“Kurt, what is going on?” Blaine asked again.

Kurt bit his lip as he turned around. “My dad and your dad are outside right now.”

Blaine’s eyes widened as he let out another sob. Kurt hurried back to Blaine’s side just as the door to the hospital room was opened and Mr. Anderson stepped in.

Mr. Anderson wasn’t much taller than Blaine and he had the same hazel eyes that Blaine did, but instead of the warmth that Blaine’s eyes had Mr. Anderson’s were cold and cruel.

Blaine body stiffened as his father approached the hospital bed.
“Blaine, I see you have conned your way into the hearts of yet another unassuming…friend.” Mr. Anderson said with a sneer.

Kurt saw Blaine’s jaw tighten and his fist clench.

“Blaine hasn’t conned anyone. My dad and I care about Blaine more than you ever have.” Kurt spat.

Kurt saw a flash of anger in Mr. Anderson’s eyes; “You have no right to speak to me like that. You also have no right to be in this hospital room with my son. I am shocked that they let you in here in the first place.”

Kurt stood up quickly from the bed and gave Mr. Anderson a hard stare. “We were let in because he didn’t have anyone else! We were the ones who found him in his room after…”

“Kurt stop!” Blaine cried grabbing at his boyfriends wrist.

Kurt ignored Blaine’s pleas and kept going. “We found him after you essentially left him for dead. You beat the crap out of your own son and then just left! You are despicable!”

Mr. Anderson let out a yell as he rushed towards Kurt and pinned the young boy against the wall of the hospital room. “How dare you accuse me of harming my son!”

Kurt struggled against the older mans hold. “But that is what you did! And not just once, it’s been happening for years!”

Mr. Anderson let out a dark laugh as he brought his hands up to Kurt’s neck and began to squeeze. “I will not be insulted by a fag who is only here because my son lets you suck on his cock!”

Kurt’s eyes widened as he felt his air supply being cut off.

Blaine watched in horror as his father continued to pin Kurt against the wall he knew he couldn’t help Kurt on his own so instead Blaine continued to frantically pound on the nurse call button while also yell for help.

Kurt didn’t hear Blaine calling for help over the rush of blood in his ears. He desperately tried to claw at Mr. Anderson’s strong hold but to no avail. Kurt felt his body growing weak as the room began to darken around the edges. Suddenly there was a loud crash and Kurt felt the hands around his neck disappear as he sunk to the ground.

“Get your hands off my son you bastard!” Burt had crashed into the hospital room after hearing Blaine’s call for help. He grabbed Mr. Anderson by the shirt collar and threw him to the ground.

A couple of nurses and a security guard hurried in behind Burt and ran to Blaine’s bedside.

“Get him out of here.” The first nurse yelled pointing to Mr. Anderson.

“You can’t kick me out of my own son’s hospital room I have every right to be here.” Mr. Anderson spat as twisted against the floor.

“Mr. Anderson you nearly strangled you son’s friend you will leave the room quietly or you will be escorted out.” The nurse said as she eyed Blaine. The other nurse was quickly checking the myriad of machines around the bed.

“Blaine sweetie are you ok?” The first nurse asked.

Blaine looked around the room and down at the floor where Kurt sat in a crumpled heap before bursting into tears and curling in on himself.

The nurse frantically turned round and began to shoo everyone out of the room. Burt quickly ran over to his son and hoisted him off the floor.
As everyone filled out of the room Mr. Anderson stood firmly in place, glaring at the nurse.

“Mr. Anderson, I am not going to ask you again. Please leave, we need to attend to your son.”

“I will leave, but Blaine once I do you are no longer considered an Anderson. Your mother and I are sick of dealing with you and your problems. You want to act this way then you are on your own.” Mr. Anderson said before turning quickly and disappearing out of the room.

Blaine watched in shock as his father left. It had happened. He was alone, he would be sent to some mental institution or some group home. He would be taken away from his home, from Lima, from Kurt. Oh god Kurt. Blaine’s heart began to beat fast in his chest and his breathing became shallow. He heard the nurses call for help and felt the sharp prick of a needle before his eyes became heavy and he fell into unconsciousness.

Burt carefully set Kurt down on one of the waiting room chairs and knelt before him. “Kurt, buddy you all right?” He asked concern in his voice.

Kurt let out a cough as he gently rubbed at his throat. “Ya, can I have some water?”

Burt nodded quickly; he stood up and retrieved a cup of water from the nurse’s station. Kurt slowly drank the cool liquid and allowed it to sooth his aching throat.

“What happened in there kiddo?” Burt asked sitting down beside his son.

“His dad came in and asked me to leave, I got angry because he is the one who put Blaine in here. Then he pinned me against the wall, I couldn’t breath. And he kept yelling and Blaine….wait is Blaine ok?”

Burt began to answer but stopped as Mr. Anderson stormed out of the room and down the hallway.

Burt stood up quickly to see what had happened but the nurse came out before he could enter the room.

“I am sorry Mr. Hummel, but Blaine needs his rest you can’t go in there.”

“What happened?” Kurt asked his voice still rough.

The nurse bit her lip. “I am unsure but I do believe that Mr. Anderson just released his custody of Blaine.”
Kurt’s heart stopped.

“He did what?” Burt said his voice full of anger.

“I'm unsure and nothing will be final till the Anderson’s either come back or submit paper work but I think that Blaine will no longer have a place to go once he is released.”
Kurt’s knee’s gave out as he sunk back into the hard plastic chair.

“Is there anything we can do?” Burt asked.

“As soon as I know I will tell you, no if you will excuse me.” The nurse said as she hurried down the hallway.

Kurt looked up at Burt with tears in his eyes; “Dad, we can’t let Blaine be alone. He needs me.”

“I know kiddo, it will be alright.” Burt said as he pulled Kurt into a hug.