Hell to the Uh Oh

Kurt

Kurt was resistant to go to lunch at first. How could he eat at a time like this?! He wanted justice. From the moment Santana first said Sophie was at fault, he'd harbored angry feelings towards the blonde. He hoped Coach Sylvester's investigation brought up facts or he'd lose it.

"We can't do anything." Karofsky rubbed his back. "We might as well go to lunch and try to make it through the day as fast as we can so we can go see her."

Finn agreed. His brother knew the look in his eye too well. "Come on, Kurt."

Kurt let them lead him to the lunch room. Their friends trickled in after calling their families and alerting the rest of the group. Kurt felt so bad for Ellen. She was mad at them right now but he knew for a fact that the redhead would be crushed.

Speaking of which...

Ellen walked in, panicked. "Where is she? What happened? People are saying stuff. What's going on?" Everyone looked at each other. No one wanted to be the one to tell her. They couldn't say it aloud anyway. "Somebody tell me!" Tears threatened as she shouted.

Santana stood. A few of them were shocked by it but she moved to hug Ellen. The lacrosse player moved. She tried again but Ellen kept retreating and shaking her head. "Elle Woods."

"Why can't you just say it?!" Her gaze flitted from face to face quickly.

Santana finally caught her and hugged her tightly. "She fell. At practice, we were performing a dangerous routine and she fell."

"But she's alright." Ellen wasn't asking.

"We don't know." Sam whispered.

"Yes, she is!" Ellen screamed.

Kurt couldn't take it. Seeing this broke his heart and he needed to leave before he lost his cool.

"Where's Britt?" Artie asked suddenly.

No one knew. "I can-" Santana stopped as Ellen broke free and tried to leave. She caught her quickly and held her as she came apart at the seams.

"I'll find her." Kurt volunteered immediately. He couldn't watch her meltdown without wanting to join in. He quickly exited the cafeteria and took a sigh of relief. It didn't last long as people stopped to stare at him. He knew they were talking about the situation because they'd stopped as soon as they noticed him.

He pushed from the doors and went to Brittany's locker but she wasn't there so he checked the choir room. He had to take a moment for himself because he felt like crying again.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Just that morning, she was asking him who Alexander McQueen was for the thousandth time and now she might not talk again.

Oh, she was awake at first and causing a ruckus at the hospital but he noticed all the blood. It was too much to be a simple patch work cure. It was serious and he didn't know how much. The thought of her scowling face and sarcastic voice fading from existence made his breath catch.

Who was going to go to plays with him, Rachel, Mercedes and Blaine? Who was going to make smart-aleck comments about love musicals and bash the playwrights for not making their leading men more manly? Who was he going to badger about dressing more feminine because she had the body and money for it? Who was he going to team up with to make Mercedes do something snarky yet ultimately for the greater good?

He dried his face when he realized he was thinking as if she were already dead. He had to find Brittany and he felt as if he knew where the blonde was.

He headed to the gym.