"Deep breaths, Blaine, deep breaths," Blaine murmured to himself, trying to remind himself to do just that, take deep breaths.

His foot was pressed down on the gas, causing him to go way over the speed limit. Yet, he still didn't feel like he was going fast enough. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew that he needed to get there, to get to Kurt.

His mind kept going to horrible scenarios as he drove. He could picture it all in his mind now.

Kurt was walking out to his car with his messenger bag slung over his shoulder. His hips were swinging as he practically strutted towards his car. He had on a wide grin that lit up his face, and he was seemingly oblivious to everything around him. Then someone much bigger started approaching him from behind. Kurt didn't notice, and Blaine wished that he could yell at him, tell him to watch out, warn him to hurry to his car, something. But it was too late for that now.

The bigger boy got closer to Kurt, close enough to reach out and touch him. He grabbed at his shoulder and turned him around. The grin that was on Kurt's face quickly disappeared, replaced by a look of fear. Blaine's heart ached for him. He could've done something to stop this. He could've picked Kurt up instead of having him meet him for coffee. This could've been prevented.

Next, the boy shoved Kurt into his own car, causing him to drop down to the ground, wincing.

"Stop, please," he murmured helplessly.

The larger boy just laughed evilly before kicking him in the ribs. Kurt let out a yelp of pain. Blaine's eyes were starting to water a lot now, making his vision very blury. He couldn't stop his imagination, now, though.

Kurt hunched over in pain, a few tears escaping his eyes. The other boy leaned over and punched him in the face, making his nose bleed. The blood trickled down his face, onto his lips and chin. The boy who was the cause of this just sat there and watched it. He watched the blood as it slowly dripped down onto Kurt's white shirt, leaving a stain. He just watched. He watched so intently, that you would think it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Psychotic cackling escaped his lips, then. He gave Kurt a few more punches. Some on his face, some in his stomach, his arms. He kicked his shins a few times, leaving horrible bruises. Kurt started to become woozy, fading in and out of conciousness. Blaine's eyes became more and more watery and he was less and less focused on the road.

Now the boy had pulled out a knife. Blaine gasped. No, please, no. This wasn't happening. What was he doing? Oh please no. Kurt... Kurt couldn't get hurt. He had to stop this. He tried to drive faster, but his car was going as fast as it possibly could. Still consumed in his fantasies, the boy forcefully tugged on Kurt's arm. He put the knife to it, the shiny metal cold against Kurt's beautifully pale skin.

"You had this coming, fag," the boy mumbled.

He then proceded to make a deep cut length wise down his arm. Kurt cried out loudly in pain, his eyes going crossed. The boy punched him quickly in the mouth to shut him up. Blaine was starting to swerve the car, now. He was crying harder than he had ever cried before. The tears unable to stop. He had to get to Kurt.

Only a tiny bit of him was focused on his driving, and with his vision being so blurred by his tears, it might as well have been nothing. He was so determined to get to Kurt, that he wasn't sure what he was doing. The scene kept playing out in his head, his driving getting worse and worse.

Kurt's shirt has tugged up, exposing his smooth stomach. The boy put the now bloody knife to it, angry tears flooding his eyes. Kurt was almost blacked out now, not quite sure what was happening but just wanting the pain to stop.

"This is what you deserve!" the bigger boy yelled angrily.

He seemed so hurt, so broken. It was obvious that he had his own problems to deal with. Blaine didn't feel sorry for him at all now. He was hurting Kurt. He was about to cut his stomach. He was causing the boy he was in love with so much pain. It wasn't fair. Blaine wanted to be there, to stop him. He wanted to rescue Kurt, take him to the hospital and have him get better before it could get any worse. He wanted whoever this sick, twisted person was that was hurting Kurt to go to prison, jail, something. He didn't want to have to see Kurt like this anymore. He wanted to hold him, to tell him everything was going to be okay.

Blaine's car was going all over the road, this way and that. He wasn't paying attention to what he was doing anymore. He just kept turning the steering wheel, hoping that it would make him go faster. He needed to get to Kurt.

The blade dug into the skin of Kurt's stomach. He let out a loud scream, and then everything went black. The other boy cut deeper into his skin, sliding the blade across his stomach.

Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He kept turning the steering wheel. He was the only person on the road, but that didn't seem to help very much. He wasn't paying attention to what he was doing, too focused on his thoughts and Kurt.

Just as the knife was pulled out of his skin, he swerved to the curb, his car spinning in circles. The driver's side slammed into one of the tall trees there. The window cracked, and the airbags came on. Blaine's head moved foward and then hit the head rest hard. Everything started to whirl around him. All he could think about was Kurt. He needed to get to him, he had to.

He had to...

His fantasies stopped, the pain stopped, everything stopped.

It was all replaced by a silent blackness.


I really don't know what I was doing with this. I just started writing and this popped out. I'm excited to see where this goes. Don't worry, Blainey will be okay. Or will he? DUN DUN DUNNN. Anyway, sorry this took so long to update! Dx I have to be in a really specific mood to write. :/ Either way, hope you enjoyed it and reviews are always amazing! Ciao for now.(: