As promised, here is the sequel to Back to Dalton!

If - for some reason - you haven't read Back to Dalton yet, I suggest that you read that before reading this because this will probably make no sense what so ever if you haven't read it. Here is the link for it - s/9030041/1/Back-to-Dalton-Glee-Fanfiction

Kurt's POV

2 months. Thats how long it has been. TWO FREAKING MONTHS! Blaine was still in a coma. He hasn't woke up since we found him.

I've visited him everyday. I told him that I was sorry.

I told him I loved him.

I told him that I wanted him to be back with me, because he was an amazing person - the only person that I would love more than anything!

I asked him to wake up, just for me.

Just so I could see his pretty hazel eyes look at me again while they were filled with love and happiness. So I could see him smile at me, and it would make me feel so happy to see that he was glad that I was there by his side. So I could hear his voice again...

His injuries had almost healed up. The only way to confirm that they were healed is if Blaine woke up and tried walking again on his foot that got shot, and tested everything out to see if it worked without any pain. well, physical pain that is.

No one knows what sort of mental state Blaine will be in when he finally does make up. Nobody knows exactally what he went through those few weeks that he was kidnapped, so he could be in any state.

Today - when I went to see Blaine - I brought along his promise ring that he gave me.

I still remember the words he said to me when he gave me that ring...

"Oh my god! If its a wedding ring yes!"

"Oh, Kurt"

"You made it into a bow tie shape! Oh that's so you!"
"It's a promise ring."

"What exactally are you promising?"

"I am promising, that I will always love you, no matter what happens. And I will never, ever say goodbye to you. Never"

"This is the best christmas present that anyone has ever gave me. Thank you Blaine"

I walked into his room. His body still layed lifeless on the hospital bed. His lips were slightly open and his chest was slowly rising and falling.

"Hi Blaine," I whispered quietly, like I was talking to a child that was sleeping soundly.

Blaine could have been mistaken for a child right now. His hair hadn't been attacked by hair gel or a comb in weeks, so it was wild and curly and free. His eyes were softly closed, covering the hazel colour underneath. There was no look of worry on his face. He looked at peace. Like he didn't have a care in the world.

"Look what I brought for you Blaine. It's the promise ring you gave me last year. You promised me that you would never say goodbye to me, and when you promised me that I also promised the same to you too. I need you to wake up for me sweetie. I love you."

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my face. I tried to hold it together, but my voice cracked and I couldn't hold back the sobbing.

"Honey, I've missed you. You made a stupid mistake and I broke up with you , but I've realised that you were only distraught that I wasn't there and you felt lonely. Blaine, I promise that I will always be there for you, no matter what. I love you more than anything. Please...Blaine Please..." I couldn't finish my sentence. I just cried.

Suddenly, I felt a hand touch mine. I jumped slightly. I looked up, and I saw that Blaine had hold of my hand. He was awake! His eyes were open!

"Hey there." he said in a croaky voice. He gave me a weak smile.

I was speechless. I laughed with happiness. My soul mate was back!

The doctors soon took note that Blaine was awake, and they askd me to leave the room so they could run a few tests on Blaine and see if he was okay.

In the waiting room, I sat and watched the TV. There were just some weird advertisements, but it was better to watch them than do nothing.

Then, one of my worst nightmeres came true. On the screen there was a news flash.

BREAKING NEWS: SEBASTIAN SMYTHE - TEENAGE CRIMINAL THAT HELD A STUDENT CAPTIVE - HAS JUST BROKE OUT OF PRISON!

(1 day ago)

Sebastian's POV

*sigh* two months of being stuck in this shit hole. Only 8 years and 10 months to go until I'm free again.

My family have practically disowned me.

My father hates me, and refuses to pay to bail me out early.

My mother won't even look me right in the eye anymore.

Who need's family anyway. Families are pointless. I don't need no family. I don't need a father to get me out of jail. no, I'll do that myself.

Hunter and I were being kept completly apart. I honestly haven't seen him since our trial and sentencing. I can't figure out if thats a bad thing or a good thing.

Prison life is... well... a fucking nightmere. I can't do anything anymore. I can't even go for a piss without anyone escorting me there. I only ever get let out of my cell when I am on laundry duty. Hey...

Laundry duty...

I'm bustin' out of here.

I'm currently in the laundry room. Theres hundreds of spare cop uniforms in here. I can just put one on, walk out and Bob's my uncle.

I'll probably have to take out that one guard before I can get changed, but its just one.

I sneak up behind him, and I whack him on the temple with the soap powder. Perfect.

He didn't make a sound or nothin'.

I slipped into one of the uniforms, and I stole my guards hat, equipment and keys, and I walked out of there.

(Five minuets later)

I was just about to go through security gate two (My cell is past security gate six) when I heard the alams go off.

The same alarms that go off when a criminal has escaped.

There was only one word going through my head now. Shit.

I made a run for it. They must have found that guy's body.

I heard cops shouting alover the place.

It's lucky I'm armed with two guns.

I ran to sercurity gate one, which was the last one before the offices and the exit, when my path was suddenly blocked by two cops.

I pulled out a gun.

"Move aside, and noone will get hurt."

"Dude what do you think you're doing? You're in here for you're own safety."

This guy was pissing me off, and he was slowing me down.

"unlock the door and moveaside, and things won't have to get messy."

The guy went to speak again, but I shot him in the head and he layed motionless in the ground.

"Do I have to do that to you?" i said to the smaller cop.

He looked like he was in training. He unlocked the door and I sprinted through it and then out of the station doors. I ran to the nearest cab and told him to drive as far away as possible.

I did it.

I actually did it.

I broke out of prison.

Wow!

That will be something to write about in my biography.

My priority right now was to find a place to hide. A place where they won't think to look for me...

After that, I plan my revenge.

I hope you enjoyed your two months away from me, Blaine Devon Anderson, but soon, I will get you. I will get you and you will be mine!

Well, its back! Please R&R!

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!