Keep Holding On

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own the genius that is Glee.

Authors Note: I decided to write my first Glee fan fiction, in honor that I am no longer a closet Glee fan. Hope you like it.

"I'm sure he's fine Kurt."

"Dad, he hasn't answered my texts, nor my calls for TWO DAYS! You call that fine!" I yelled exasperatingly at my father.

"Maybe he's taking a nap." I stood there staring at him for a minute before screaming,

"FOR TWO DAYS! You think he is lazy enough to take a nap for TWO DAYS!" I sighed, then took a moment to calm down. "I am going to check on him Dad." I rolled my eyes and walked out of the house.

When it came to Blaine, my father knew nothing. He wasn't the guy to just not answer his phone, and even if he was, I was allowed to worry anyway, right?

I got into my car and started the long drive. The music on the radio didn't calm my nerves. I was practically worried sick, even if my dad thought I shouldn't be.

What if he was dead? What if he'd hung himself because I'd called him to many times, so he just got so annoyed he went suicidal?

Or what if he was just ignoring me because he hated me now or something? Or maybe I was just going insane.

Feeling a little sick, I pulled into Blaine's long driveway. After I parked, I took a deep breath and got out of my car.

I looked across the driveway, Good, his dad's not home, I thought. I walked up to the door and knocked. No answer. I knocked two more times. Nothing.

Alright whether he likes it or not, I'm coming in. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head in. "Hello?" No answer.

I got sick of going so slow and just went in the house. "Blaine?" I said. I heard a moan, a very quiet one, but it was there. "Blaine are you here?" I was starting to get freaked out. "Blaine Anderson answer me now!" I said annoyed.

Another moan.

This time I heard the general direction and started heading down the stairs. "Blaine, is that you? I swear if you jump out and scare me I will scream like a girl! Then I will slap you like a girl!"

As I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw him.

He was on the ground. One of his legs was bent so oddly it couldn't have been normal. There was a pool of blood surrounding his head, and he had bruises everywhere.

"BLAINE!" I yelped. I ran over to him and grabbed his hand. "Blaine, what happened?" I was already crying hysterically. I reached down and grabbed my phone out of my pocket, "I'm calling an ambulance, OK?" I said through my tears. It seemed to pain him to nod.

"Yes, no I'm a boy, Kurt Hummel. I found my boyfriend… yes my boyfriend, on the floor of his basement. I need an ambulance, OK. Thank you," I hung up and kneeled back down next to Blaine.

I placed my hand on the side of his face that wasn't cut, and held his hand. "What happened to you Blaine?" I asked, not really expecting the answer. He opened his mouth like he was trying to talk, but couldn't. "It's alright, you don't need to talk, I'm going to go get you some water," I jumped up and ran upstairs to the kitchen. I found a random glass and put some water in it.

I almost spilt it running down the stairs. I kneeled back down and slowly poured it into his mouth. I started to hear the sirens of the ambulance getting closer and closer.

This was going to be a long night.

Sorry so short, hope you liked it. Reviews make me happy. J