AN: Hey guys! Here's Chapter 5 as promised. Once again I am SO, so very sorry that it's been so long. I got stuck with school, AP classes, night classes, and my dad being sick.

But nevertheless, here it is, and I hope it's up to par. Based off of the prompt from Duncan-Gwen-Roxx.

Thanks to everyone else who added this to their favorites or alerts, it means so much to me!

Anyways, as always please read and review, even if you hate it I just need oppinions.

Also, I apoloize for spelling/gramatical errors, but it's past midnight here, but hey, a promise is a promise.

Enjoy!

Kurt was laying on the floor in the fetal position, his back to the door and his body shivering as soft whimpers escaped his lips. Blaine could faintly see a pool of blood on the floor by his boyfriend's head through the shadows of the confining closet. Blaine flipped on the light switch by the door and quickly knelt down by Kurt. He put a firm hand on Kurt's shoulder, and rolled him over.

Blaine let out a gasp at what he saw, and suddenly had the sensation like his stomach had disappeared right out of his body. He looked over Kurt's body. The back of Kurt's head was bleeding, and there was a gash along his cheek bone that was spilling blood. Kurt's left eye was blackened and swelling, and his lips were dry and cracked. Blaine's gaze followed the length of his arms, a clear outline of finger prints clearly defaced Kurt's forearm. But it was what's Kurt's hands covered that made Blaine's world stop. Both of Kurt's hands were placed one on top of the other on Kurt's belly, and Blaine could see blood migrating across Kurt's blue shirt. Blaine felt himself getting light headed, but gently pulled Kurt's hands off of his stomach, and through the still flowing blood Blaine could make out a gash about 6 inches long, clearly made with a knife.

As Blaine stared he heard Kurt whimpering and then remembered he needed to get help. He fumbled for his phone in his pocket, and after several attempts managed to scroll through his contacts to find Mr. Schue's number. He cursed the upbeat ringback tone as the call connected, until finally he heard Schue's voice on the other line.

"Blaine? Did you find Kurt?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"Please. The- the closet in the first quarter, please. Please!" Blaine begged, stammering to speak clearly.

"I'm on my way," Schue said, and hung up.

Blaine couldn't move. He couldn't speak. Hell, he didn't even think he was breathing. All he could do was stare unfocused at his bleeding boyfriend, not knowing what to do. The distant sound of quick paced footsteps echoed in the now empty hallways as Mr. Schuester rounded the corner, stopping abruptly in front of the closet door, out of breath and sweat on his brow.

For Blaine, the next hour went by like a blur. He vaguely remembered Schue yelling at him to call 911. Blaine statically told the operator their location and soon the sound of sirens blaring and paramedics entering the building. After a quick examination they strapped Kurt to the stretcher and rushed him out of the building. Schue drove Blaine to the hospital, calling Burt off of Kurt's cell phone to tell him to go to the hospital.

Blaine now sat in a hospital waiting room in between Burt and Schuester. All three of them staring blankly at the floor. Not wanting to cause a panic, the other members of New Directions had not yet been notified. Finally, Schuester broke the silence, clearing his throat before speaking.

"Blaine? What- What exactly happened? What did you see?" Schue said. Burt tensed beside Blaine, he had not yet seen his son and thought that he may not be ready for the news. When Schue called him he said Kurt had been beaten up. Burt had remembered countless times that he heard Kurt's soft, muffled cries coming from behind his door, from being pushed and shoved. Since Burt got to the hospital he had been trying to convince himself that his son had a few bruises, maybe a broken lip, but the blood on Blaine's hands and Will's shirt told him differently. However, he didn't ask about it, and now it seemed he was going to get his answer.

Blaine closed his eyes, and began to speak, "I... I was supposed to meet him at his car after school – we were going to have a study date – and he wasn't there. So I went back inside to look for him and heard him inside of the closet. And I opened the door, and... I... He was... dammit..." Blaine began sobbing quietly. He leaned his head into Schue's shoulder, who put his arm around him, and Burt put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"It's all my- my fault! I'm so sorry! So, so sorry. Kurt... I'm so sorry." Blaine continued to whimper apologies as he let his tears flow freely now.

"Hey, kiddo, it's not your fault –" Burt began.

Blaine stood up angrily and faced Burt, "Yes it is!" He yelled. "If I hadn't left him alone this wouldn't have happened!" Blaine still had tears running down his face as his hands pulled wildly at his hair and he paced the small waiting room.

Schue stood up and grabbed Blaine's wrists, pulling his hands out of his hair. "Blaine, it is NOT your fault. There was no way to avoid this. We'll find out who did this to him, I promise. Someone must have seen."

Blaine nodded sheepishly, looking down, embarrassed at his outburst. He took a deep breath and, without being asked, continued his story, "I walked in and he was laying on his side in the corner. And his head was bloody, and I flipped him over and he had cuts and bruises on his face, and a big cut on his stomach, it looked like a... like a knife wound." Blaine finished quietly. Burt's heart clenched at the recount, and his blood boiled. However, he took a deep breath, convincing himself Kurt would be okay. If Burt's blood pressure got any higher, they'd have two Hummels in the hospital, and that wouldn't do any good.

After another hour, a young nurse walked through the door. "Hummel?" She called softly.

All three men stood up at the same time. Then, Blaine quickly sat back down. Schue and Burt both looked at him. "I..." He looked at Burt with wide eyes. "He's your son. I'm sorry. You can see him first." Blaine looked down, and squinched his face as if it physically pained him to wait any longer to see Kurt. Burt just rolled his eyes and gave a small smile, pulling Blaine up by his arm and dragging him to follow the Nurse, with Schue behind them.

They stopped outside of Kurt's door, and the Nurse turned around to face the three men. Burt strained his neck to look though the tiny window, hoping to catch a glimpse of his son alive.

The nurse, whose nametag read Leslie, smiled at the boys and looked down at her clip board before looking back up. "Mr. Hummel?" She asked, looking at Burt, who nodded. "Mr. Hummel, your son took quite a beating as I'm sure you know, but I'm happy to say that he is in stable condition. He suffered a major concussion, but the cat scans showed no swelling of the brain. It appears he was hit pretty hard in the back of the head, and he also has knife wounds on his cheek and stomach. Because the cut was so deep, we had to administer internal stitches in his stomach, and we used staples for the external damage. He's under sedation right now, so he's not able to talk to you, but you all are able to go in and see him." She nodded, and then added, "It may be an old wives tale, but I'm convinced even while under sedation patients can hear still, so maybe give him some words of encouragement, okay?" She smiled and opened the door, stepping aside to let the three men walk in. Before she left she said, "I'll be out making my rounds, but if there's anything your concerned about or have a question, feel free to hit that call button." And with that she left.

I know this chapter didn't get very far, but I'll put the second half up really soon. I'm basing how Kurt's going to look off of when my dad was in the hospital last August after his heart attack, with all the tubes and whatnot. So, this all seems very real to me and I just didn't want to deal with the emotions that would come with writing that tonight. Anyways, let me know what you think, and thank you as always!