Kurt sat down at his dinner table, looking a little down. His beautiful boyfriend Blaine had to go home for dinner. He knew Blaine wanted to stay, but his family wanted him home. Why? Kurt kept wondering. They don't even accept him for who he is. Blaine's parents were almost as homophobic as some of the guys at school.
Kurt looked out the window at the front of the house. He saw a sleek, black BMW. He didn't recognize it from everywhere. He tried to see who was in it, but the window blocked whoever it was from his view. He didn't notice Blaine's car park behind it. Burt, Carole and Finn were just sitting down when they heard something. IT was muffled, meaning it came from outside. "Fag", was what it was." Why I outta…" said Burt, who had had enough of it. He was tired of the way his son was being treated. HE was about to say something when they heard the glass window shatter. "Get down", Burt said. Then a bullet lodged itself in the table in front of the. Someone was shooting at them. They heard 3 more fire, one going through the other window and 2 just outside the door. Over the noise of the gun and the thunder outside (Did I mention it was a thunder storm) they didn't hear a scream from outside their door.
When they realized the car was finally gone, everyone got up. "Is everyone Okay?" asked Carole. We were all shaken up, but no one was harmed. Then they heard a moan from the door. Kurt moved cautiously to the door, but stopped dead in his tracks. There was blood seeping under the door. Finn ran past him and yanked the door open." OH my God". That was all he could say. On the front porch, Blaine lie unconscious, with a hole in his arm, and another in his leg."
Dad, call an ambulance, Blaine was shot!" he screamed. Finn picked Blaine up, even though he was covered in blood, and laid him on the couch. Carole ran and got some towels and instructed the two teens to apply pressure to the wounds, and to soak up the blood. Blaine was getting paler and paler. He was also getting cold. Kurt couldn't lose Blaine he just couldn't.
They heard sirens coming closer and Kurt sighed in relief. Blaine was going to get help." Okay baby, it's going to be ok", he cooed, knowing full well Blaine couldn't hear him. He held the bleeding boy close. He then noticed the paramedics had arrived. They acted fast. They coved the wounds as good as they could, and loaded Blaine into a stretcher. As soon as the ambulance had left, Kurt looked down at his hands. They were covered in blood. Blaine's blood. He had to ignore it for now. Blaine needed him, now more than ever. HE grabbed his keys and scrambled into his Navigator. He let Burt drive. He was in no state to drive, so he climbed in the back with Finn and Carole. He knew it was going to be a long ride to the hospital.