Hey! Same song. Plot. Everything...

Blaine ran down the hall.

To think I was doing this only moments ago, to tell Kurt I love him. Now it's to see if he's alive!

He all but flew into his vehicle.

He can't be too far away! He remembered Kurt saying something about a double date at Breadsticks.

Double date. Those words made Blaine pale slightly.

Wrong time Anderson! Need to find Kurt. Now!

Blaine was halfway to Breadsticks when he saw it. The most horrifying scene he's ever witnessed.

No. No!

?Cause what about,?

Blaine barley cut the ignition before jumping out of the car.

This isn't real!

"Kurt!"

Answer me!

"No! Please!"

He ran toward Kurt's hummer that was smashed between another car and a tree.

Please! Please be okay!

Blaine repeated the mantra while running toward the crash.

Oh my god!

Kurt's body was slumped forward. His head against the shattered window. Blood streaming down the side of his face.

No. No. No!

Blaine went into auto-pilot. He chanced a glance at the other car. The driver had been ejected. His body heaped nearby. Eerily still.

Dead. Someone's dead!

Suddenly desperate Blaine quickly analyzed the situation. The driver door was smashed against the tree. The passenger crushed by the other car.

Help! I need help!

Blaine reached for his phone realizing he had left it on the piano in his haze.

Why is this happening!

?What about?

Blaine was a madman! He went to the other car and got in. The engine worked. He reversed the damaged car as far as the crushed in skeleton would allow. He was slightly relieved to see the damage was somewhat minimal to the passenger side of Kurt's hummer.

That means the driver must have slammed the brakes and tried to avoid.

Blaine felt a pang of gratitude and guilt for the dead man.

Get to Kurt.

After smashing the already broken window Blaine crawled into the car.

Don't flip. Assess and act.

Kurt was tightly wedged into his seat. The dashboard swallowed his legs and the door was almost swallowing him from the tree. But Kurt was breathing. Bloody, bruised, scratched and pale...

Breathing. Pulse. He's alive.

He could have jumped for joy! But the nightmare wasn't over yet. He had to get Kurt out.

Kurt's phone!

The chances were slim but there in Kurt's limp hand was his blackberry. The screen barley cracked.

All that crap I gave you about this being a dinosaur phone. I take back! Thank god you didn't listen and get a modern day touch screen!

Blaine shakily dialed 911.

"911 emergency how may I help you?"

How are you calm!

"My fian-boyfr-ex-Kurt was in a c-car accident."

Not the time for labels.

"Where are you sir?"

Middle of no where!

"Corner of 1st and 3rd. Lima, Ohio."

Corner of hell.

"Officers are on their way. What's your name?"

Me? I'm not the injured one!

"Blaine Anderson. I wasn't in the a-accident. I was on the phone with Kurt Hummel w-when i-i-it happened."

Get a grip Anderson!

"Is he breathing? Have a pulse? Bleeding? Anyone else involved?"

Yes he's alive. Thank god.

"Yes to all of the above. He has a head wound but that's all I can see. T-the cars wr-wrapped around him. The other drivers d-d-dead."

It's finally sinking in.

"Put pressure against the head wound. Use a clean cloth. Help is on the way"

I can do this. For Kurt.

?Angels?