A nurse was helping Kurofsky up and looking over his face. “What happened here?” She asked, stern. But everyone remained silent.
“Well?” Burt asked, finally letting go of Finn.
Finn and Blaine remained silent, watching Dave. His face was swollen and his mouth was stained with blood.
The nurse, eyed Finn and Blaine, disapprovingly and walked Dave down the hallway for help.
“Well, boys?” Burt asked, turning to them, “I don’t care for that kid myself, but what happened to make you want to give him a black eye all of a sudden?”
Finn and Blaine both looked at each other.
“I think he tried to kill Kurt,” Finn let out, “Or at least had his friends do it for him.” Finn sounded calmer, as if pounding on Kurofsky was a stress reducer for him.
“Why do you think that?” Burt asked, Ready to go throw some punches himself.
“Because those were his friends, the shooters, sir,” Blaine said, watching Dave get looked at down the hallway. Though he kept waving off doctors and nurses, trying to walk back to Finn and Blaine.
“What? It was Kurofksy and his friends?” Burt walked down the hallway to where Kurofksy was sitting now, his face getting looked at by a different nurse.
Burt stood over him and yelled.
Blaine walked over to where the flowers lay in the hallway, forgotten, and picked them up. He eyed them over, trying to decide why Kurofsky came to the hospital in the first place.
Down the hall, Burt was walking back to where the boys were standing. “He didn’t know that his friends were planning the shooting,” he explained, though Burt still looked angry, “He’s also not pressing charges. Now I promised Carole that I would meet her at the house, Can I trust you two here?” He asked, stern and cold.
“Maybe I should go with you,” Finn said, “I don’t trust myself near him. I don’t care if he claims he didn’t know, those were his friends.”
Burt nodded and looked at Blaine, “I, uh. I think I’ll stay here for a while longer. Just to make sure that Kurofsky isn’t the first thing he sees if Kurt happens to wake up,” he said, looking at Kurt’s room.
And with that Burt and Finn were gone and Blaine was left sitting in Kurt’s hospital room, waiting for Kurofsky.
Blaine shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. He knew that Kurofsky was bound to come back to Kurt’s room. And Blaine couldn’t figure out why he had suddenly clobbered him when just last night he had stopped Finn from doing just that.
Blaine sat staring at the doorway, sweat forming on his forehead.
Kurofsky finally showed up, standing in the doorway and knocked lightly.
“Yeah, come in,” Blaine muttered.
“Listen, Blaine,” Dave started, “I had no idea, no idea that they shot him. I didn’t know that this is what they were planning.” He looked at Kurt, his eyes full of tears and confusion.
“Why are you even here?” Blaine said sternly.
“They questioned me this morning. When they told me that Kurt was shot.. I...I’m so sorry Blaine, I’m just,” tears rolled down Dave’s cheeks as he stared at Blaine.
Blaine stood up and walked a bit closer to him, “I know how sorry you are, but you had to know. I mean they had a list.”
Dave looked at Blaine, “A list?”
“Yeah, a list of homosexuals they wanted to kill, Dave. And Kurt, Kurt was at the top of that list,” Blaine was trying everything not to punch this kid in the face again. He couldn’t help but remember how broken Dave had once made Kurt.
“And you wanna know what they said as we were sitting in that tiny office, thinking we were about to die, me holding that boy right there, as he almost bled to death? Do you wanna know what they said?” Blaine began to cry from the rage. His hand was pointing at the motionless Kurt, his entire body in complete rage.
Kurofsky just stared at Blaine.
“They called my boyfriend a ‘fucking faggot’ my boyfriend, Dave. My boyfriend who was dying in my arms. My boyfriend who was whispering ‘help’ to me, who was covered in blood and was scared. Those images, those images of him will never leave my mind. And every time I’m with him they haunt me. I can’t get them out, they terrify me. I wish I could let them go, I wish I could just be happy that he’s alive.”
Dave was now looking at Kurt’s bed, behind Blaine, his eyes wide.
Blaine turned around, following his gaze.
His eyes met with Kurt’s and the perfect boy was crying.