Hey It's Jessie and it's my first time writing a glee fan-fic so don't hate to much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or The Phantom of the Opera or anything else I happen to mention.

"Kurt I Love you, will you marry me!" Blaine asks me. We are sitting in the Café two blocks away from Broadway, where we just saw The Phantom of the Opera. Blaine and I had been dating for five years and had, three years ago, moved away from Lima. We had been living together in different apartments that got bigger as my Acting Career had grown. Without any doubt I scream "Of course I will Blaine!" which is followed with heartfelt "awwws" from people in the Café. I jump out of my seat and throw myself at Blaine, almost knocking him over. We kiss and people around us clap with the exception of one guy who was being escorted out for his homophobic slurs towards us. Blaine slides the GORGEOUS engagement ring on my finger and I can't help gasping. It is the ring I have wanted since I was in high school. "Blaine, you remembered." I sob. We walk out of the Café holding hands. We are finally within one block of our apartment when, out of nowhere, a knife flies threw the air. It was aiming at my heart, but Blaine jumps in front of me. Blaine collapses to the sidewalk. Blood is quickly covering him and dripping down the sidewalk. I look down and see that it hit his arm, but when he hit the concrete sidewalk, he got knocked out. I look up to see the guy that had been escorted out of the Café. "Well, Well, Well, If it isn't the lover boys." He smirks. I raise my hand to punch him. "Oh no you don't." The guy says as he pulls a pistol out of his jacket. I lower my hands in fear. "Listen, I'll keep you alive, for now, but pray I never you see you two kissin again." With that he leaves. I fall to the ground in shock, pull out my cell, cal 9-1-1, and pass out.