(Spoiler) This is a short story based on the upcoming episode "Bash". This is just a story and not what I believe will actually happen on the show. The subject matter may be triggering for some as it includes violence against gay people. It may be difficult to read (it was difficult to write), but in the end it only makes me even more determined to fight for change against the hate and ignorance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee


"Remember that time we broke into Dalton?" Blaine laughed. "That was epic!"

"Dude, that was awesome." Sam said. "Remember how we almost got caught because your Nightbird cape got hooked on the railing and it took us forever to free you? I told you Blaine, capes are hazardous to superheroes."

"Nightbird couldn't fly without his cape, Sam." Blaine insisted. "Don't even get me started on the fact that it also doubles as an invisible cloak."

Sam laughed. "We had some great times in high school. I miss it already."

"It was fun." Blaine said. "But I can't really say I miss it. Being here in NYC, this is the adventure I've been waiting for. It may not be full of crazy escapades and goofy costumes, but it has everything I've ever dreamed of. I have NYADA. I have my friends. I have a Starbucks on every corner…and best of all; I have this loft and the love of my life in my arms every single night. I couldn't ask for a better world than I have right now."

Sam smiled. "You do have it pretty sweet here in the city. It's like this place was made for you and Kurt."

"It sure was." Blaine agreed. "We're going to have the perfect life here. We're going to be successful and rich and married with two adorable kids…We'll be living the life we spent countless hours planning for when we were cuddled on his father's coach dreaming of our future together. It's all I've ever wanted, and I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have Kurt by my side to share it with."

Sam grinned. "Are you done being all sappy on me?" He joked. "I feel like I'm watching a chick-flick listening to you ramble on. You do it all the time. We could be talking about football and you somehow manage to end the conversation with how much you love Kurt. The other day you went on for ten minutes about how Kurt wants to redesign the Giant's uniform."

Blaine shrugged with a smile. "I can't help myself, Sam. Everything in my life revolves around Kurt. You might want to get used to that, I don't plan on changing that fact for anyone."

Sam patted him on the back. "Okay buddy. I can deal with that…but try to keep the stories of your wild sex life to a minimum. It's not that I mind, it's just I'm really, really jealous of the frequency."

Blaine smirked. "Speaking of which, I've got a great story about last night's bedroom adventure. It involves the cape and a pair of shoelaces that…" He was cut off by his cell phone ringing. "I'll finish after I answer this." He chuckled. "You'll never guess how it ends."

He looked at the screen, smiling wide when he saw it was Kurt. "Well hello gorgeous." He gushed. "I was just talking about you and the unfortunate mishap in bed last night. I hope your knee isn't too sore."

"With whom am I speaking?" A husky voice asked. "This is Detective Lewis of the New York Police Department."

Blaine was startled, expecting Kurt's soft voice and not a rough sounding police officer. "Th-This is Blaine…Blaine Anderson." He stuttered. "Why do you have my fiancés phone?" It hit him like rush of ice cold water to the face, an instant overwhelming panic that this could be one of 'those calls'. The kind of call that everyone dreads and refuses to believe they would ever receive. It was only a second before the officer replied, but to him that second felt like a lifetime. He could hardly believe so many feelings and thoughts could run through a person in such a short amount of time, but he managed to go through a million different emotions and horrifying scenarios in the blink of an eye. The worst of them being…'I'm sorry to inform you that the love of your life, the man you planned on marrying, the father of your future children, is dead.' BAM! His perfect little world collapses around him and he has nothing left to live for.

"Sir, is your fiancés name Kurt Hummel?" The detective asked.

Blaine swallowed the dry lump of fear in his throat. "Yes. Yes it is." He answered, wanting desperately to hang up and declare the call a 'wrong number'. 'Don't say it. Don't you dare shatter my world into a billion pieces.' He closed his eyes tight, frantically praying Kurt had simply lost his phone and the kind detective wanted to return it.

"There's been an incident involving Kurt and he's been taken to the hospital." The detective said. "I called you because you're the first on his phone's contact list. They've taken him to St. Anne's."

"Wait!" Blaine exclaimed. "What do you mean 'an incident'? What's going on? Is he hurt?" 'Of course he's hurt. They don't take uninjured people to hospitals.' "How bad is it? Is he…" He hesitated, taking a deep breath to prepare for the answer. "Is he dead?"

"He was alive when the ambulance took off." The detective said, sounding sympathetic. "He has some injuries, but I can't really tell you how severe. You should get to the hospital right away."

Blaine was already at the door when the detective suggested that. Sam didn't know what was going on, but he knew it was bad. Blaine looked terrified as they headed out the door together, and he could barely keep up with him as they rushed for a cab. It was only a few minutes ago they were laughing and joking and feeling about as good as it gets. Now they were sitting anxiously in the back of a cab, fearfully waiting to find out the fate of someone they couldn't bear the thought of living without.

"Where is he?" Blaine asked breathlessly as he ran up to the nurse's desk. "Kurt Hummel. Where is he? I need to see him right now."

The nurse walked around the desk, motioning for them to follow her. "Are you a friend or family?" She asked, leading them into a small waiting room.

"I'm his fiancé." Blaine said. "I need to see him. Please, can you take me to him?"

"The doctors are still with him." The nurse explained. "I need you to wait here and the doctors will come and talk to you as soon as they can."

"Wait!?" Blaine huffed. "No. I can't wait. I…I need to see him. I need to make sure he's okay. Just let me see him for one minute, please." He begged.

The nurse shook her head. "I'm sorry. You'll have to be patient. The doctors are doing everything they can for him. In the meantime, maybe you should contact whoever is his next of kin."

'Next of kin? What the fuck does that even mean?' Blaine thought. 'Oh Christ, what if they won't let me see him because I'm not family. Let them try. I'll barrel through every last one of them to get to him. I'm small and scrappy and determined, so don't even try to come between me and my man.'

He was about to argue with the nurse about this, but she walked away before he had the chance. She was obviously used to dealing with distraught people. He stood dumbfounded, his mind moving a mile a minute with nothing coherent actually getting through. It was all surreal. Kurt was lying somewhere in the hospital being poked and prodded by strangers and all he could do was wait. He still had no idea what had happened to Kurt, or what kind of injuries he might have. He was lost in the dark, waiting for someone, anyone, to turn the light on and end this nightmare. His head spun and stomach churned, his knees shaky and barely able to hold his weight. Sam grabbed his arm, helping him to a chair to sit.

"He's going to be okay." Sam said, wanting to reassure him. "Kurt's probably in there giving them a hard time about having to put on the ugly gowns they make you wear in these places. He's probably demanding a designer gown with slippers to match."

Blaine appreciated Sam's attempt to ease his worry, but it wasn't going to work. Every muscle in his body was tense, unable to relax until he was holding Kurt again. He was doing his best to fight off the negative image of a solemn looking doctor in a while coat walking in and telling him he'd never hold Kurt again, but it was difficult. He wanted to believe the best, he needed to, but the mind can be cruel while it waits idly for answers.

"I can't do this, Sam." Blaine said, his voice trembling with fear. "I can't lose him. I'll die without him. He's what makes me whole."

Sam rubbed Blaine's back. "He's not going to die." He whispered. "He's stronger than anyone I know. He's gonna make it through this."

Blaine looked away, staring blankly out the window. Sam was right. Kurt was the strongest person he'd ever met. His strength and courage went beyond most men's. Those were just a couple of the many impressive attributes that attracted him to Kurt in the first place. The way he'd stood up to his bully. The way he accepted the Prom Queen crown and showed the haters they couldn't bring him down. Even the way he forgave his bully and was there when he needed a friend, was a testament to his valor. He fought battles that most would cower away from, and won those battles because defeat was never an option he was willing to accept. Whatever happened to Kurt was bad…but Kurt's a fierce survivor.

He swallowed the tears that were building. He didn't want to break down. He wanted to take a lesson from Kurt and stand strong and confident in the face of fear. He jumped from his seat quickly as the door opened up. It wasn't a doctor, but it was someone who might be able to give him at least a little idea of what was going on.

"Mr. Anderson?" The detective asked, looking at Sam.

"No." Sam replied, pointing to Blaine. "He's Mr. Anderson. I'm Sam Evans."

The detective nodded, holding out his hand to Blaine. "I'm detective Lewis. We spoke on the phone earlier."

Blaine shook his hand. "Yes." He said anxiously. "I need to know what happened. Was there an accident? Did he get sick on the subway? What the hell happened?"

"We're still gathering information on exactly what happened." Lewis said. "We've interviewed several witnesses that gave us a pretty good idea of what went down." He licked his lips nervously. "Do you mind if we sit down?" He asked. "This isn't going to be easy to hear."

Blaine nodded, his gut wrenching at the thought of what he was about to hear. 'How bad could it be? What's this guy's definition of 'easy'?' He thought as they took a seat. 'On a scale of hangnail to gunshot wound what are we talking here? I'm willing to accept a scraped knee and maybe a sprained wrist…nothing more thank you.'

The detective sighed heavy before explaining the situation. Blaine listened carefully, disconnecting himself to stay sane as the story unfolded. "We received a 911 call about a couple of guys getting roughed up on Fifth Street. The officers responded and found two males unconscious in the alleyway."

'Roughed up! Unconscious! Shut the fuck up! I'm not listening to this shit! You obviously have the wrong Kurt Hummel. Nope! My Kurt didn't get roughed up! My Kurt got his phone and ID stolen by some dude who got himself roughed up! That's what happened Mr. Lawman…Get your facts straight before you crush someone's heart like this.'

"The caller said there were four or five guys beating on a young man." The detective continued. "They were yelling out obscenities and using gay slurs against the guy. They obviously had a problem with his sexuality."

'Seriously? We move from Ohio to a liberal New York City and it's HERE Kurt gets gay bashed? Who are these little fuckers and where do they live? I've got a baseball bat and a score to settle.'

"They said they saw Kurt run into the alley yelling for them to stop." Detective Lewis said. "When the attackers saw him they started beating on him. They ran off when they saw a group of construction workers coming to stop them. It's a good thing those guys decided to get involved. It could have been a lot worse for Kurt if they hadn't."

"So wait." Blaine said confused. "Kurt wasn't the one getting bashed? You're saying he got hurt trying to help?"

Detective Lewis nodded. "That's what our witnesses say. Have you seen the doctor? How is Kurt doing?"

Blaine shook his head, the scene the detective described still playing in his mind like a bad movie. "No. They haven't told us anything. Did you see him…you know, before they brought him here? Was it bad?" He looked into the man's eyes, pleading for any information. "I need to know if he might…" He couldn't say 'die'. He didn't have the strength. Luckily detective Lewis could see his anguish and understood.

"I'm not a doctor." Lewis said, wishing he was so he could have the answers the distraught young man needed so desperately. "The paramedics who took care of him at the scene said he was unconscious, but his vitals were good. That's encouraging." He looked down, unable to look into Blaine's scared eyes any longer. "There was a brick lying next to him on the ground. Witnesses say one of the suspects threw it at Kurt and it hit him in the head. That's what caused him to go down."

Blaine closed his eyes, the vomit rising in his throat as he imagined Kurt's fear when he saw the brick coming at him. Did he think they were going to kill him? Did his life flash before his eyes? Did he have a moment before falling to the ground unconscious to think of the people he'd be leaving behind? Did he have time to regret taking such a risk that might end with those who love him feeling the heartbreaking pain of his carelessness for the rest of their pointless lives?...'Why Kurt? Why couldn't you have just walked away?'

"Unfortunately, the other guy didn't fare as well." Lewis continued. "He was pronounced dead at the scene. They beat him real bad." His voice cracked, his own horrible image of what he saw etched into his brain like a tattoo. He'd seen a lot in his many years on the force, but this was more brutal and senseless than most. He cleared his throat. "We're still looking for the suspects. We've got some good witness descriptions of them so I'm confident we'll catch these thugs."

'It was all for nothing.' Blaine mind reeled. 'Kurt risked his life to save someone and now he's hurt and the guy is dead. What kind of bullshit is that? That's quite a cruel joke for the universe to play on someone who only wanted to save the day. Make it all for nothing. The hero's effort was in vain, but hey, thanks for going above and beyond. Better luck next time.'

Blaine looked at the detective, his fear and despair beginning to change to anger and revenge. "When you find them, let me know how many there are. I'll need to know how many bricks I'll need to bring when I visit them in prison."

Detective Lewis wanted to say something like 'Hey now kid, don't let your anger get the best of you.', but he didn't. Truth be told, he liked the idea of a brick slamming upside the head of each of the cowards who thought nothing of the lives they were destroying. In fact, he would love to personally write the names of each of them on those bricks and hand them to the ones who deserve justice. Bradley Simmons, the twenty-one year old NYU student who was simply walking home after his shift at a fast-food joint, beaten down for no other reason than who he loved. He deserves justice. His family deserves justice. Kurt Hummel, a selfless young man who courageously stepped in while others looked away. He deserves justice. And then there's Blaine, the frightened fiancé helplessly trying to keep it together as he waits to hear the fate of his love. He deserves justice.

"I…I have to call his father." Blaine mumbled. "I don't think I can hold off making that call any longer." He looked over at Sam. "Could you call Rachel for me please?"

Sam nodded, walking out to make the call in private. It was going to be a difficult call. Rachel had already lost someone very important to her, they all had. He hated the thought of her having to go through that again. He took a deep breath before dialing, not really sure just how to break the bad news without breaking down himself.

Blaine waited for Detective Lewis to leave before taking out his phone. He sat staring at it, the words in his head trying to form some sort of easy way to tell Burt what has happened. He wanted to sound positive, not to worry him too much. 'How do I put a positive spin on something like this?' He wondered. 'Um, hey Burt, how you doing? Hope everything's going well there in Ohio. How's the weather been? I heard it's been really chilly up your way. How's Carole? Tell her I said hello….Oh, and I just wanted to let you know that your son was beaten up and he's in the hospital. Other than that, everything here is just peachy.' He dialed the phone, knowing that the minute he heard Burt's voice he'd lose his shit and cry like a baby.

"Well hello Blaine!" Burt said cheerfully. "It's about time I got a call from one of you. I know you boys are busy in the big city, but a phone call once in a while would make this old man feel a lot better. Where's Kurt at? No no no, don't tell me, let me guess. He's ironing his scarves while watching The Sound Of Music." He chuckled. "That's two of his favorite things to do…I'm right, ain't I."

Blaine froze. 'I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this…I have to fucking do this.'

"Burt I , um, I called because…" He paused. 'Here we go.' "I called because something has happened. I don't want you to freak out and have a heart attack or something, so just stay calm because everything is going to be alright."

'Stay calm. Yeah okay Blaine. My son is hundreds of miles away and his fiancé calls and says something has happened. Nope. Not gonna stay calm. Not even a little.'

"What happened?!" Burt asked anxiously. "Is it Kurt? Where is he? What the hell happened?"

"He's at the hospital." Blaine said. "Burt, he…" And there it was. All the emotion he was doing so well at holding back couldn't be contained any longer. Like a dam bursting, the tears flowed down his cheeks. "He got beat up." He said through his sobs. "I…I…I don't know how he is. The doctor hasn't come out. I'm so scared, Burt." He sniffled, trying unsuccessfully to collect himself. "I don't know what to do. All I'm doing is waiting and I don't know if I can take this any longer." He wiped his tears with his sleeve. "I'm so sorry, Burt. I didn't want to worry you but I'm so scared."

It wasn't a heart attack he was having. With a heart attack the heart beats fast, trying to pump the blood through. His heart wasn't beating fast. It wasn't beating at all. It stopped the moment he heard the word 'hospital'. It was refusing to beat until it knew its reason for beating was still alive.

"Okay Blaine, listen to me." Burt said, surprised he could even speak. "I'm on my way there. The second, and I mean THE SECOND, you hear from the doctor you call me. Do you understand, Blaine?"

"Y-Yeah. Yes." Blaine stammered, sniffling. "I promise I will."

"Kurt is a fighter, Blaine. Remember that okay." Burt said, hoping to ease Blaine's nerves as well as his own. "He's gonna make it through this."

"I know. I know." Blaine agreed quickly. "It's going to take you time to get here, but please hurry." He needed Burt. He needed a grown up because right now he was feeling about as emotionally stable as a five year old.

"I'll go as fast as I can." Burt said, his own emotions starting to well up inside. He hung up, breathing in deep to keep it together for his son. He quickly tossed a few articles of clothing in a bag and rushed out. He checked his watch. There was going to be plenty of speeding on this trip but, fuck the law. Kurt and Blaine needed him and he wasn't going to let them down.