Authors Note: So this story popped into my head after I went on a Klaine binge read and I read a fic I wish went a different way then it did. Let me know what you think. I have 4 written already so I'll update weekly as I keep writing. Feedback is appreciated.

P.S this story will me touching on a AU characters death as well as Finn's. There will eventually be sex as well. I will put warnings at the beginning of heavy chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the characters, just the world I have created for them.

Warning: AU character death mentioned.

Also, I don't have a beta so...

The only sound Blaine could hear was the rushing of blood through his body as his heart beat at an unhealthy rate and the retreating of footsteps as they echoed off the empty brick walls.

His eyes wide with terror as his chest heaved, he looks around the darkly lit alley as if seeing it for the first time. He jumped when the pipe be didn't even remember picking up, dropped to the ground with an echoed ping, it suddenly brings the last 20 minutes back to him in an instant.

-He and Kurt smiling as they walk out of the ice cream shop just across the park from their apartment.

-The feeling of Kurt's lips as he threaded his non-ice cream cone holding fingers though Blaine's and brought them to his lips before kissing Blaine's knuckles. Giggling as he licked the ice cream lip print he left behind.

-How Blaine suggested they take a long way home to enjoy the perfect night instead of cutting though Tompkins Square Park.

-Kurt's gasp when Blaine pushed him against a wall and peppers his neck in kisses after Kurt found it funny to wipe the drip of ice cream he got on his hand, on to Blaine's cheek just after they had turned onto E 9th Street.

-The warmth of Kurt's hands when they ran up Blaine's shirt after he pulled him down a normally locked off Alley.

They had only been 2 more block from home but Kurt couldn't wait and since they were 2 1/2 season into rewatching Queer as Folk, Kurt had something dirty in mind.

The block was relatively quiet for a Tuesday night and the both of them found themselves with the night and next morning off so they decided an impromptu date was a must.

As Kurt mouthed his way down Blaine's neck and over his tee shirt covered chest, neither of them heard the quiet squeak of the normally locked gate closing. It wasn't until Kurt was being ripped away from him that Blaine even realized they were no longer alone.

He shook his head, coming back to the now. He turned around and watch as the echoing feet ran farther into the darkness of the alley that ran behind all the currently closed shops.

A sudden gasp brought him back around as he took in the two slumped bodies in front of him. The one at his feet was unmoving but he could see what could only assume to be blood pooled under it. The other, just a few feet away, let out a labored wheezing sound.

"KURT!"

Blaine ran toward him. The drop to his knees was probably more painful then it felt but Blaine was numb to any feeling right now.

"Oh my god, Kurt" He was laying on his side, Blaine didn't want to touch him at first but when he gave another wheezing sound, he thought it would be best to move him to his back.

Blaine grabbed his phone from his pocket as he adjusted himself so he was sitting with Kurt's head in his lap. He quickly slid his thumb across his phone screen, he stopped for a second as he watches blood smear across his phone screen in a trail behind his finger. He looked at his hand and for the first time, noticed the splatters of blood littering his hand. He quickly gave a look to his side to the still unresponsive body lying there and the blood covered pipe that laid next to it.

He didn't have time to worry about that when Kurt gave another weak wheeze, this time followed by a cough.

Blaine dialed out 9-1-1

"9-1-1, does your emergency require an ambulance?" The dispater asked.

"YES!" He all but screamed "Please hurry"

"Sir, please take a deep breath" She instructed "Our GPS is pinning your call coming from E 9th Street between Avenue B & C, is that correct Sir?" Her voice rushed but gentle

Blaine nodded as tears poured from his eyes before he realized she can't see him "Yes, ma'am we are. Please tell them to hur-" Blaine was cut off by another wheezing cough from Kurt, this time Blaine could see a little blood on his lip "OH GOD, please hurry!" he yelled as he pulled his other hand that had absentmindedly been rubbing at the back of Kurt's head away only to gasp at the dark red blood that was there "Oh my god Kurt, your head is bleeding" Blaine cried, forgetting he was on the phone

"Sir…"

"Kurt, baby. I'm so sorry"

"SIR!" he brought the phone back to his ear.

"Sir! are you with me?" she asked

"Yes" he suddenly sounded like a child that lost him mom in a store.

"Sir, can you please tell me yours and your partners name?" she asked "I have police and ambulance on the way" Blaine could hear sirens but he lived in New York, he always heard sirens.

"My name is Blaine Anderson; my fiancé is Kurt Hummel" he told her.

"Can you please explain his injury so I can better prepare EMTs?"

Blaine took a deep breath

"It sounds like he might have a collapsed lung" He told her "his breathing is really labored and it sounds crackly, there is blood on his lips and the back of his head. The guy, he pushed him against the wall and his head hit it hard" he cried, the memories playing like a bad family video in his mind "Oh god, please don't let him die" he clutched the phone tight as his other hand found its way back to Kurt's head.

"What about you?" she asked "Blaine, are you hurt?"

He shook his head again "No, I don't think so, one of the guys kicked me in the stomach a couple times but I don't think I am hurt" he told her.

"What about the men that attacked you, did they get away?" Blaine let out another cry as he looked over at the still unmoved body.

"One did, the other..." He tailed off still looking at the motionless body.

"The ambulance is a minute out" she said "Now what about the other man Blaine, is he hurt?" she asked.

Blaine shook his head

"I think I killed him" his voice empty when he finally realized what he did.