A/N: Hey guys, sorry I'm better at writing short chapters. I'm trying to work on it, but right now there are so many good spots to stop, I couldn't resist. :)

I'm going to try to frequently update on Tuesdays, but I will probably switch days somewhere in the near future. For a few weeks I will try and update more being as how I was unable to write for a while.

LAST NIGHT'S GLEE. WHAT. THE. HELL? I WILL PAY 1 MILLION COOKIES TO WHOEVER CAN GET ME RYAN MURPHY'S HEAD. How dare he. Seriously.

Oh yeah, and guess who got midnight premiere tickets for the Hunger Games? THIS CHICK.

Anyway, REVIEW PLEASE. It inspires me to write more. Wouldn't want another hiatus, would you?

SORRY FOR THE HORIZONTAL LINE ISSUES GUYS, I PUT THEM IN ORIGINALLY BUT THEY DISAPPEARED. THEY SHOULD BE BACK NOW.

Watching Blaine get hit so hard unhinged me. "BLAINE!" I scream with all I have. I want him, no, need him to be okay. But that crowbar was not forgiving, and I knew that he was unconscious by the way he was hit. Nobody would have been able to stay awake.

The man turns towards me, his blue shirt swishing with the motion. "Got your boyfriend taken care of, now the fun begins." He said excitedly, and began guffawing. The sound made my stomach drop, and I could tell that nothing good was meant by 'fun.' Why he was laughing, though, puzzled me. I could have run, had my leg not have been snapped. I could have called someone- MY PHONE! It was still in my back pocket! Now I just had to get the man to turn away… but the only way I could think of was to get him to turn to Blaine, which I refused to do. I abandon the idea, knowing that the attempt will be futile. I'm too far gone and he would notice if I tried to contact someone.

"Please… what are you going to do to us?" I whispered, noticing that I had been subconsciously crying. My head was pounding where he had hit me with the crowbar, but I forced the pain at bay. I could get over my feelings when we were safe. If we ever were safe.

I begin sobbing harder as I realize how messed up our chances are.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about your little boy-toy. I only want you." he sneered. My heart sped up as I realized what he meant. He had some kind of, want, for me, and that never ended well in those shows. This isn't a show, I remind myself. I'm not going to get saved at the last minute, not going to be shown any mercy, or anything like the shows. I. Will. Die. But at least he'll leave Blaine alone.

I guess I must have shown some kind of hope on my face, because the man started yelling. "What are you so happy about?" I tried to duck away from the incoming crowbar, but to no avail. I'm out before I even hit the floor.

I awaken with a pounding headache so bad I can barely even open my eyes. Somehow I manage, though, and it takes me a while to figure out where I am. As soon as I see the blood on the concrete, the memories come flooding back, and I yell for Kurt with all my might. Unfortunately at my state that comes out as some kind of mangled cry. I try and sit up, but even that is too much work. I keep crying, though, in hopes that someone will hear me.

I seems like hours before hear a window open and some kind of yelling in the distance. The voice stops almost immediately, though, and he begins to call out. "Hey, are you okay?"

I try and form a simple no, but it just comes out like some kind of zombie noise. I continue to say it, though, as I don't see how anything else could go wrong.

"Stay there, I'm coming!" Thank god, someone can help me find Kurt.

I lay and hope that he hurries, as yelling becomes too much of a task. If Kurt can't hear me, he won't find me.

Footsteps become noticeable and I turn (slowly and painfully) to face them, only to see a very familiar face illuminated in the streetlight. "Kurrrosy?" I slur, and mentally scold myself. Why can't I talk?

"Holy shit. You're Kurt's friend! What the hell happened to you?" Karofsky asks, confusion crossing his face. I try and say something, but again, all that comes out is a moan. He sighs. "Dude, you need help now. I can't even understand what you're trying to say you're slurring so bad."

"Nooooooo." I somehow choke. If I leave this place now, I'll never find Kurt. I can't just let the man take him away. I need to protect my boyfriend. "Kurrrrrr." I mutter, trying to get Karofsky to see my logic. I want to throttle him into understanding, but I know I can't when I can't even sit up or talk.

Karofsky's eyes grow wide. "Wait, did you say something about Kurt? Where is he? Is he as bad as you?" he asks frantically, looking around. He stops and gasps as he sees the other splatter of blood on the concrete. "Where is he?"

"Cannn finnn himmm." I say sleepily, the blackness is trying to swallow me again. I know need to stay awake though.

Karofsky sighs once again and pulls his phone out. "Okay, I'm calling for help. You need an ambulance, now, an- don't give me that look. The police will find Kurt, you can't even talk." He states matter-of-factly. I moan, knowing what he says is true, but not quite understanding the concept. All I can think about is finding Kurt.

Karofsky dials the number on his phone and begins pacing. "Man, I should have known something was up. I mean, I heard screaming, but I thought it was just those obnoxious kids again. But they don't usually stay out until ten-"

"'Eennn?" I repeat. How long have I been out? Karofsky nods his head. "Whaaa tiiime iiittt?" I ask, putting as much force as I can into annunciating. I need to know so I can tell how long Kurt has been gone for.

"It's like two-twenty something right now." My heart sinks. Two-twenty? That's a long time away from ten, although I can't seem to process the math involved. The black edges around my eyes seem to be getting bigger. I only faintly hear Karofsky being speaking to an operator before it becomes too much and I drift off into nothingness.

I watch as the body next to me (who I am calling Dude because I can't remember his name) slumps, looking lifeless. I start yelling at him, hoping he'll wake up, before I remember there's an operator who can help me. "David, I need you to explain what's going on. You've only given your name, and that won't help me help you." she speaks calmly.

"Right. Uhh, I just found my friend on the sidewalk, bleeding and moaning in pain. He was slurring and now he just passed out. He seems to have been here since ten, urm, if I'm getting this right." I start panicking, trying to explain to her that he had been screaming at around that time, but mumbling instead.

"You're doing fine. Stay focused." she coos.

"Okay… stay calm, right. Should I try and wake him up?"

"You need to try lightly shaking him, not too hard so you don't cause further injury. I've found your location and am sending help now."

"Thank you." I say, and turn to hang up, but quickly remember something. "WAIT! Miss, he was saying something about his friend Kurt. I know he's injured because there's another pool of blood, but he's not here..."

"… Stay on the line with me David, but help your friend. Who is Kurt?"

I reach down and start slowly shaking Dude, meanwhile describing Kurt to her. After a few minutes, Dude comes to, and I jump off him quickly. "HE'S ALIVE!" I shout, relief flooding through me.

"Your friend is awake?"

"Yes."

"Hand me to him, I'll try and help him. You watch for any sirens and flag them down."

"Dude, the operator wants to talk to you." I say slowly to Dude, handing the phone to him. Instead of answering though, he gives me a confused look. "Talk to the lady on the phone." I say slower, but he still looks like I'm speaking some kind of foreign language.

"Sir? SIR! Speak to me!" the operator stops yelling, and Dude finally understands. He begins moaning random things at the phone, and he's slurring so bad I cannot understand him.

Sirens begin to wail from a distance, and I start yelling. Dude is still talking to the woman, and I catch that his name is Blaine. Or at least, it sounded like he said Blaine.

When I can see the ambulance I start waving my arms, hoping they can see me in the dark. They pull up to the curb just in time for Blaine to pass out again.

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