Glee Fanfic
There's Always Hope - Chapter 1
The noise of the New York City streets flood into Blaine's ears as he leaves the diner on the corner. He had to make it to the airport as quickly as possible so that he didn't miss his flight back to Lima. His dinner with Kurt had been amazing. They talked about all kinds of things, and by the end of it all, they were planning his next visit.
The truth is, Blaine had been feeling lonely ever since Kurt had moved to 'The Big Apple'. He always came to visit but they'd been talking over the phone less and less. Kurt has been busy but… he just wishes that he was around when he needed someone to talk to.
As Blaine made his way over to the sidewalk to hail a taxi he heard voices coming from the alleyway. Three, four, no, maybe five shadows lurking in the shadows. Maybe he stared for too long, because he was noticed by one man.
"You gonna get a cab are ya?" the guy called out. Blaine looked around, making sure the question was directed at him.
"Uh, yea." The man emerged from the shadows. Blaine was immediately intimidated by his noticeable features. He was at least as tall as Finn, if not taller, and he had a perfect, clean-cut face with scruffy, yet neat hair.
The man moved closer to Blaine until he was only a few feet from him.
"Nice bowtie" the man looked Blaine up and down.
"Aw, thanks" his classic eager smile grew across Blaine's face "I got it fro-"
"Fag" The word was like ice. Time just stopped. Blaine eyes widened as he looked straight into the mans eyes. He had a wild, evil grin spread across his face. Blaine stepped back and turned his head but a sharp pain in his arm forced him to stop.
The man's firm grip wouldn't loosen as he tried to pull away, but to no avail.
"Get off of me." Blaine muttered, looking down.
"Make me… pansy" And with that Blaine turned his body and took a swing at the man's cheek.
Things moved quickly from that moment. The other men emerged from the alleyway, tackling Blaine to the ground before picking him up again, holding his arms back and pulling him into the darkness.
Blaine tried to scream, but the hand over his mouth muffled it into silence. He struggled, but there were so many of them, holding him, hitting him.
A fist to the stomach forced Blaine backward, stealing his breath and another blow to the cheek sent him to the ground.
Red. All he could see was red.
Kurt sat at the table for two and watched Blaine rush out the door. He was running late and needed get to the airport as quick as possible. They had been talking for so long that they had lost track of time. Blain had only just managed to shove all his food down his throat and give Kurt a goodbye kiss.
After a few minutes of staring out the window, smiling to himself and planning his next date with Blaine in his head Kurt grabbed his coat, left his money on the table and walked out the door.
All he could see was red. A puddle of it forming under him. He could feel it trickling down the side of his face. He wanted the men to stop, he opened his mouth but nothing came out.
"Kurt" was the only word Blaine could say.
Suddenly there was silence, the pain stopped and his breathing became slower and more even.
The man who first approached Blaine knelt next to him and whispered in his ear, "What did you just say…?"
"Is that your boyfriend?" another man said.
The smallest man in the group (yet still taller than Blaine) revealed the sharp blade of a knife from the inside of his jacket.
A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the street. People came running from the alleyway, desperate to help.
A young lady wearing a large dark blue trench coat came racing around the corner.
"Somebody call 911!" she shrieked when she saw the horrific site before her. A small man lay limp on the concrete ground surrounded by a dark liquid. A group of men climbing over a large wire fence, half-tripping as the scrambled away.
As a young man called 911, the lady ran over to Blaine and gasped as she looked him up and down.
On his way home in the back of a taxi, Kurt's phone started ringing – 'Teenage Dream' filling the cab.
He looked down at his phone, Blaine. He must be on his way to the airport.
"Hey honey" Kurt started.
"Hello?" A lady? Why did she have Blaine's phone?
"Uh hi. Who is this?"
"Oh, I am so sorry. Um… do you know who's phone this is?" The girl began to ramble, "I mean, of course you do, you were on speed dial but he's in the ambulance and are you in New York? Because they don't know who he is and I'm pretty sure he would want someone with hi-"
"He's where? Did you say ambulance? Where are you? Where is he? Is Blaine okay? Tell me he's okay!" Kurt began to yell through the phone, catching the taxi driver's attention who decided it was best to pull over.
A nervous and fear-stricken tear rolled down Kurt's cheek as the lady told him what she had seen.
The call soon ended and Kurt clutched the phone is his hand as tight as he possibly could.
"So, still heading to the same address? Or have your plans changed?" the taxi driver asked with an Asian accent, indicating that English was not his first language. Kurt remained silent, falling into a trance of worry and despair.
"Hello?" the taxi driver continued, trying to be heard.
"Uh, oh um no… I need to get to the nearest hospital."
By the time Kurt had made his way through New York City traffic and to the hospital he was in a state of panic. He sprinted through the automatic sliding doors with the speed of his heartbeats getting faster and faster by the second. Kurt's eyes were dodging from person to person.
"Kurt?" He spun around and lunged toward the person standing behind him.
"Rachel." He muttered as they pulled each other into a tight hug.
"What's happened? Have you seen him yet?" Kurt quickly shook his head before turning his head and running toward the front desk with Rachel following close behind.
The young blonde sitting down was on the phone and seemed almost as panicked as Kurt. Almost.
"Excuse me, excuse me." Kurt tried to get the receptionists attention. She glanced in his direction but hushed him by putting her hand in the direction of his face.
Kurt stood behind the desk rubbing his hands together and occasionally glancing back at Rachel until the lady had finished her call and put the phone down.
"Is this an emergency?" the receptionist snapped in an annoyed tone. Kurt would've made a comment about her rudeness but his mind was fixed on Blaine and nothing else.
"Yes, yes, no, maybe, I'm not sure I just- I need to see Blaine Anderson. He was brought in toni-" suddenly an elderly woman's loud hoarse coughs filled the room.
"I'm sorry but we are extremely busy tonight and are very short staffed so if you could please take a seat and wait for me, I will try to get to you as soon as possible." she quickly spat out as she stood up and darted over to the woman and began aiding her.
Once the lady had walked away, Kurt turned to Rachel. Kurt face was blank and he stared off into the distance. Rachel linked arms with him and walked him over to the only spare two seats that were next to each other. The couple slowly took their seats and sat there for what felt like hours before Kurt broke the silence.
"What if he's not okay?" Kurt looked at Rachel, "What if he needs me and, and… I'm not there?" his voice was shaking, tears filling his eyes.
"No, no, no don't think like that." Rachel wrapped her arms around Kurt and let his sobs dampen her shoulder.
"I'm scared"
"Me too, me too…"