Honey and Glass

16. Way

Alonzo gave them directions to the coordinates that Brooke sent him. The city spies were already on their way down, but they couldn't get there fast enough.

"THERE!" Kurt screamed as they saw Quinn on the side of the road. They parked and got out. Kurt and Rachel dove to the ground and started checking her over, but she was passed out. Blaine took out his phone and started dialing 911, but Alonzo was looking around.

"Where's the bike?" He questioned. "Where's Blaire?" All of them stopped and realized that there were no skid marks, no signs of a crash, it looked like Quinn had been dumped there.

Suddenly, Alonzo smelled smoke. He looked up and saw a small fire starting, "BLAIRE!" He screamed and took off running with Blaine hot on his tail. As he got closer, the fire got bigger.

He ran into the field and passed the bike and saw the girl laying there. She wasn't moving at all. She was covered in blood and staring at them blankly. Blaine was crying into the phone at the 911 operator as he saw his sister.

Alonzo didn't stop running and landed on his knees. He assessed her injuries, she had cuts, broken bones, her face was torn up and her arms were covering her chest that had only a few bruises, which meant her back was worse. He felt for a pulse and sighed in relief as he felt one.

"Blaire?" He cried.

She took a breath and her eyes looked at him, "Did I save her?"

Blaine nodded, "Quinn's okay." Blaire smiled and sighed as her eyes rolled back and she passed out.

Alonzo looked to her and then to the road and back to his girlfriend. They didn't have time to wait. It was bad to move her without a backboard, but it was either that or she died. He hooked his arm around her neck and back of her knees and got up. "Al, what are you doing?" Blaine screamed.

He didn't pay him any mind as he started running. He ran as fast as his legs would take him, he ran to the car, which still had the keys in the ignition. He carefully sat her down in the back seat and got in the driver's seat. He stepped on the peddle and went as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.

He couldn't care about anything else, except for her. She was going to live, no matter what he had to do.

The rest was a blur as he ran her into the hospital and they took her away for emergency surgery. He took a seat in the waiting room with her blood covering him.

He didn't move, he couldn't. He didn't say a word as the Glee club showed up. He didn't move as they announced Quinn was mostly okay.

He didn't do anything until his family arrived. By then, the Glee club had left. The only ones still there were Alonzo and Blaine. They sent Kurt home and Anderson's mother hadn't arrived yet.

As soon as Mother saw the state of Alonzo, he knew it was bad. He felt guilty, they should've been there. They should've protected him.

When Alonzo saw him, he broke down. He cried and cried and felt like he could breathe. Mother held him and the others sat down. Blaine looked at all of them and they were crying as well as him. He reached over and hugged Rio, the closest.

They waited. And waited. And waited. Each of them held each other as they waited for some news. Clementine paced around and they were taking turns getting snacks and coffee.

Their mother eventually got there and soon after, the surgeon got there. Each one stood up as he said her name, "how is she?" Mother asked quickly.

"I'll speak to the parents," he announced and Mother, Pam, Clementine, and Monty all stepped forward, making him look confused.

"She's adopted," Clem explained. "Now, tell us!" The surgeon sighed and led them to an office where they could speak in private.

"Is she alive?" Pam started and the surgeon nodded.

"Unfortunately."

Monty looked confused and laughed bitterly, "excuse me?"

"It would've been better if she died," he told them honestly. "She will be in a severe amount of pain for the rest of her life. Her spine was knocked out of place, we don't know the extent until she wakes up-if, and even then, she most likely won't be able to walk again."

Each parent took a deep breath in as he gave them a minute to absorb that information before he continued. "One of her lungs collapsed, she had a brain bleed. Her legs and arms were severely cut up and she lost a lot of skin. We wrapped it, but she won't be able to move for a while. Not to mention the psychological damage."

"Is there a chance she'll be able to walk again?" Mother asked him, seriously. He knew the others were listening in, that's just them. They probably had one of their gadgets follow him in.

The surgeon sighed once more, "No, from my medical perspective. However, anything is technically possible."

Mother nodded, "Okay, when can we see her?"

"Soon, only a few people at a time should be the people she sees the most, boyfriend, siblings. It'll be quite a shock when she wakes up."

Monty nodded, "Blaine and Alonzo, the rest of us can communicate through calls and face time until she's ready to be released."

"I've set up a hotel," Clem told them and they all stood up, ready to leave. When they got back to the waiting room, they could tell the kids were listening in by the lost look on their faces.

"Mother," Paris called, looking up. "What do we do? How do we fix this?" Mother shook his head.

"There's nothing we can do."

~

The next few weeks were brutal. Alonzo was violent for a bit, having to go to the gym and punch something, the others following as well.

They all tried to do their best to help with what they could, but they never felt it was enough.

When Blaire woke up, she was surprised she wasn't dead, but when she saw Alonzo, Blaine, and Mother's faces, she knew that it was bad.

Her legs were wrapped, her arms, her face was littered with cuts that were starting to heal over. The worst part however was the last thing they told her, "you're joking right?" Blaire laughed. "I can still feel my legs, I'm joking, you're joking, it's great."

Without touching her, Alonzo put his hand over hers, "Darling, you can't walk." She shook her head slowly as it still hurt.

"No, no, no, no," she cried. It was everything. Her whole life, dancing, performing, fighting. Now, it was lost. She couldn't move, she couldn't walk, she wasn't pretty. She was already broken enough.

After a week, she was released and allowed to go home. Everyone welcomed her, including her mother. Not only that, but her brother Cooper was coming down as well.

Her bedroom was moved to the one down stairs, everyone had helped decorate it and paint it to match her old one, which she appreciated.

Kurt came to visit, but she didn't allow most of the glee kids there, she didn't want them to see her.

Her arms and face were mostly healed after two weeks, but she still had the bandages on her legs.

She had gotten her very own wheelchair so now she matched Artie and apparently now, Quinn.

In the third week, her family left back to Scotland and she was going to go back to school. Quinn was going back the day before her and she couldn't see her or talk to her. Blaire was the reason she was now hurt.

She felt horrible, physically and mentally.