Epilogue

"Kurt please s-stay longer!" Rachel whined, grabbing on to his shoulder. Kurt slowly removed Rachel's hand from his arm. He was not in the greatest mood because of Karofsky shoving him in to the locker and muttering more threats at him. He thought that it finally being the weekend, this Glee party would cheer him up, but he was finding no satisfaction in watching drunken teenagers.

"I'm sorry Rachel, I'm just not in the mood to babysit teenagers tonight and clean up after they puke." As soon as Kurt stated that, he spotted Brittany puking on Rachel's couch. It took the attention off of him for enough time so he could sneak out of the Berry residence.

As Kurt began to walk home, he immediately regretted not driving over there. It was starting to get chilly outside and it was rather dark out. To help keep him calm, he began to start humming to the song "Defying Gravity", one of his personal favourite musical songs. It didn't take too long until he stopped humming.

Kurt squinted and noticed that there were about five people in the distance, all dressed in dark colors. Kurt felt a knot develop in his stomach as he braced to pass them. It didn't go as smooth as he was hoping, because by accident he bumped in to one of the guys.

"Sorry," Kurt muttered for an apology as he kept walking. He did not get very far until a hand on his shoulder pulled him back and in front of all of the guys. Kurt looked around at the guys and was trying his best to keep calm.

"Okay what is it you want? Money? Throw me in a trashcan? All I can is that you don't ruin my shoes, they are from Marc Jacobs' latest collection!" Kurt blurted out. The guys just laughed at him and his eyes locked on guy who was walking closer to him. His eyes showed no emotion and they were such a dark brown colour, that you couldn't make out the pupils in his eye.

"Are you a fag?" he asked, putting his face really close to Kurt's. Kurt gulped, he had faced a lot of bullying in his life for being gay, but never something so aggressive. There was something about this crowd that made him fear more than usual.

"Y-yes."

The guy smirked and looked back at his friends, then back at Kurt. "I hate fags!" the guy screamed and spat on Kurt's shoes.

Kurt wanted more than anything to kick the guy in the shins and try to run off, but it would be no match. Kurt was not the fastest runner and there was five of him and only one of him. His thoughts were cut short when he saw one of the other guys pull out a gun. Kurt fell to his knees.

"Please, d-don't kill me! I will do anything, you can have anything you'd like!" Kurt stammered. He looked up at the male with pleading eyes, but he shook his head. He pinned Kurt so the other guy could aim his gun at him.

"Faggots are worthless. They mean nothing to me," the leader said. The one with the gun decided to taunt Kurt, by spinning the gun on his finger.

"Hey! Is there any trouble going on here?" Kurt and all the boys moved their glance to a guy standing in front of them. All that he could make out in the darkness is that he had dark hair and was only roughly 5'8. He must have realized the same time the other guys did, because they all began to crack up with laughter.

"Oh how sweet! Is this your Prince Charming, fag?" the guy released Kurt from his grasp and Kurt let some of the tension go.

"Just let him go and we will leave you be," the stranger replied. It was clearly the wrong thing to say as the leader snapped and the guy with the gun shot it at the stranger. Kurt felt his heart drop to the floor as he saw the guy fall to the ground. Kurt was in horror as he looked at the group of guys. The gun was now aimed at him, but the leader shook his head.

"I think that seeing this poor innocent bystander get shot is enough torture for this guy. He'll have to live with it for the rest of his life." The leader and the other guys took off , leaving Kurt on the street with this body. He quickly crawled over to the guy and noticed he was losing a lot blood. He reached out quickly to call 911 and was told to wait five minutes.

"Oh my god, I'm so so sorry!" Kurt apologized, while tears were streaming down his face. The guy just gave him a little smile, which made Kurt's heart melt. Kurt grabbed the strangers hand as looked in to his eyes. The smile faded from the guy and he was unconscious.

It was at the point where Kurt would have rather died, then to be next to this guy who was dying and knowing he couldn't do anything to help him.