He did not know how much time had past before Burt was stood in front of him once more. He stopped right in front of Blaine so that his legs were almost brushing his knees. He stared at Blaine for a moment and Blaine could read so much in his face; sadness; confusion; worry; but there was a new element that had not been there before, anger. Blaine wanted to flee, to run away. He had never seen Burt angry, not like this. But when Burt moved to take the seat next to him his voice was soft.

“Blaine.” He sighed running his hand up over his head knocking his cap loose. “Has Kurt.. what’s happened over the last few days?”

Blaine blinked a couple of times, he wasn’t sure what kind of answer Burt was looking for. What had happened over the last couple of days?

“Yesterday.” Burt tired again. “What happened yesterday? Kurt was with us till he drove to the school to join you all on the bus to nationals. You all took different cars.”

“Yes.” Blaine confirmed, this was simpler question. “Finn was driving with Rachel and they were going to go to her house after the celebration dinner.” Finn nodded. “And I had to go to my aunt’s afterwards so I took my own car.”
Burt nodded.

“I saw you at regionals. But after the journey back, you went to a celebration dinner... at breadsticks? How long did that last?”

“Um.. “ Blaine looked at Finn all he got back was a blank stare. “About seven I think.”

Burt shared a worried look with his wife. She gave a slow nod in return.

“He didn’t come home till nine.” Burt said quietly to himself.
“It could be.” Carol whispered. She took a step towards Burt and rested her hand against his shoulders.
“We don’t know yet. Wait to see what the doctors say.”

Burt looked up at Blaine once more.
“Was he coming straight back?”

“No. He said he left something at school. “

Burt gave a slow nod. He seemed very tired and very old. Again, Burt had never seemed old before. He always had so much energy and fight in him.”

“What’s happening?” Finn asked.
Burt sighed . He looked at Carol and she seemed to understand his silent plea because she started to answer Finn’s question.

“Kurt’s still unconscious but they’re doing an
examination because he has several injuries that made
them believe that he’s been attacked.”

Finn looked suddenly hopeful.

“So he didn’t try to kill himself?”

“No dear. He still tried to kill himself. They just think he was attacked before that.” Carol said, tears running down her cheeks.

The words filtered slowly into Blaine’s mind, they seemed to make little sense to him yet filled him with emotions he was to exhausted to really sustain. Somebody had attacked Kurt, had hurt his beautiful boyfriend. His beautiful boyfriend who had always been so kind and had never held a grudge and always chosen to forgive, he would never hurt anybody. Why would somebody hurt him? Was it a homophobic attack? And how was... Kurt’s current state linked. Kurt had put up with a lot of bullying, lived through a lot of bullying, had one attack really broken him. Blaine’s brain screamed a word at him that he did not want to listen to.

There didn’t seem to be anything left to say. They all sat in a row on the blue plastic chairs. There body’s were inches apart never touching as they waited. Blaine felt like something was crawling under his skin. When he couldn’t take it any longer he stood up and walked across the hallway to the small water machine. He filled a cup with water and drank it down in one gulp. When he finished the water he crushed the cup in his hand and threw it down into the waste bin. It made a satisfying thudding sound when it hit the bottom of the empty metal bin. Blaine stared down at it for a moment, crumpled up and alone in the bin. He reached for a second cup and dug his nails into the paper slowly until it gave way under the pressure and his bloody fingernails went through the paper to poke out on the other side. He turned and threw the cup across the room. He did not really know what he was doing but he was angry. So very angry all of a sudden. He let out a guttural scream not realizing it came from his throat until several seconds after it had reached his ears.

Finn watched in stunned silence as the tiny and usually dapper boy in front of him flung himself against a wall. He had never seen anybody act this way before. Flinging his own body around as if it were a rag doll. He’s face was twisted up like an animals and for a second Finn was almost scared of him. He threw his body against a wall and started beating his fists against it screaming as flecks of paint and plaster came off under his hands.
Burt stood up and was dragging him Blaine away within a minute of the first scream. He grabbed Blaine’s wrists as the boys hands continued to hit out at whatever they could find. Blaine seemed to crumple to the floor and Burt knelt down next to him wrapping his arms around the small boy.

Finn did not know what to do as he watched his step father hold Blaine as he sobbed. He had not known what to do when he had heard Blaine start to scream either. When he had seen Burt and his mother run out of the Kitchen where they had been preparing dinner he had just stood their still for a few minutes listening to muted sobs filter down from upstairs. He had been too scared to move, even when his mother had shouted at him to call an ambulance he had been too scared to move. He was useless. Perhaps if he were not so useless a brother Kurt would not be in hospital right now. Perhaps if he had been able to protect him then they would all be sat in the living room right now watching America’s got talent with Kurt laughing at all the singers who were obviously delusional about their singing abilities.

“If he wants to die then maybe he should die!” Finn heard Blaine sob from where his face was hidden in Burt’s jacket.

Finn stood up before he was aware that he was going to.
He felt his mother restraining hand on his arm and looked down at her.

“He doesn’t mean it Finn, he’s just upset and angry.”

Finn looked at the sobbing boy. He seemed so young al of a sudden and so small. He wanted to hit him anyway, how dare he say something like that about Kurt? But Blaine’s next words made all his anger disappear and left him with a sad emptiness.

“I love him, I love him, why would he do this? I love him.”

“Mr. Hummel?”

They had all been to wrapped up in Blaine’s outburst to notice that the doctor from before had walked into the little corridor/family waiting room. He looked down at Burt and Blaine then across at the slightly messed up wall. He’s facial expression remained blank.
“
Mr. Hummel, may I talk to you in private?”

“I’m dealing with something here.” Burt said.

“Mr. Hummel, I must talk to you.”

“Then talk.” Burt snapped his hand wrapped in Blaine’s curls as he held the sobbing boy.

“Somewhere private perhaps?”

“We’re all his family. He needs us all to get through this. They might as well know.”

“Mr. Hummel, our examination found a lot of bruising around your son’s wrist and thighs, abrasions and bruising over most of his body and one cracked rib. There was tearing to the rim of the anus. Forced penetration is likely. I shall have a nurse come and give you details of the next steps that need to be taken if you wish there to be a criminal investigation.”

“What?” Finn asked. He didn’t know what the doctor had just said meant but he could tell by the ay that Burt’s face suddenly stilled into a hard stern looking mask that it had not been good.

Blaine’s sobbing had stopped. He looked up his eyes dark and his face pale. When he spoke his voice was dull and unemotional.

“He was raped.”