"I told you. My name is Anna Katherine Saylene. I am sixteen years old. I live in Lima. I attend McKinley High and I didn't see anything."

"We just want to make sure we have your story right, miss."

Anna had been in a small room in the hospital for three hours. The police were questioning her. It was clear that Kurt's injuries were from...foul play, and Anna was suspect number one.

"Look. I came out of the school. I found him. I called the ambulance. That's all."

"Miss—"

"I've been saying the same thing for three hours!" Anna stood up, glaring at the police officers who were questioning her. "If it...If I was the one who hurt him, would I go the trouble of calling an ambulance?" She sighed. "Please. Just...Can I just get cleaned up?"

She had been pulled in by the police when she arrived, and was still covered in blood. The whole thing was admittedly, gross. But the physical gross factor was nothing compared to the emotional heartbreak factor.

"Let her go." One of the policemen said. "She doesn't know anything. Besides, look at her. And smell her."

His partner nodded. "Stay by the hospital. We may have need of you."

Anna headed directly for Kurt's room. Blaine would want answers. She had text him with a panicked, vague message that probably scared the shit out of him. Unless he ignored her and wasn't even there.

No, Blaine wasn't the type.

Sure enough, when Anna finally made it to Kurt's room, Blaine was there. His expression was a combination of terrified and confused, which was pretty much what was expected. Anna reached the sink in the room in a couple of strides and immediately began rinsing the blood out of her hair.

"Anna?"

She had been expecting this. Anna turned around, her hair still in her hands, and bit back a sob at what she saw. Kurt looked so...pale and lifeless, and Blaine was holding his hand. The whole image brought back too many memories. "Yeah?" Anna managed to get out. Keeping her voice level in the face of tragedy and tragic memories was not the easiest feat in the world.

"What happened?"

Anna sighed and walked the stretch of floor to sit on a chair next to Blaine. "I don't know. I wish I could tell you. Give you something to make this easier. But...I found him. I came out of the school, I found him, I called the ambulance, and they got him there. That's all I know. I'm sorry."

Blaine nodded, carefully not meeting the redhead's eyes. Not even looking at her. She was a mess. Covered in blood. It was less noticeable in her red hair, but with blood over her pale skin, she looked like an extra in a horror movie.

"Is it bad?"

"It's bad."

Anna nodded, and returned to the sink. She worked on her hair more. There was blood pretty much everywhere. When she was certain that all the blood was out of her thick, red mane, she turned to her clothes. Her jeans weren't actually too bad. The knees were soaked and the bottom of her jeans were pretty gross, but the top could be salvaged.

Then there was her shirt. Unfortunately, it had received the brunt of the gore. There was no way it could be saved. Anna sighed and pulled it off, revealing the white tank top she wore under it. She examined it again once it was off, and saw that she had been right. There was no saving it. After a long silence, Anna took a deep breath and turned to Blaine. "I'm sorry." She had intended to be strong and well put together about it, but her voice broke on the ast syllable.

The combination of the desperation in Anna's voice and the unexpected apology caused Blaine to look up at the redheaded Texan. He opened his mouth, but she continued. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything. God, I should have gone with him. I should have joined that stupid club. I think of all the things I should have done. I didn't do any of them, and I hate myself for it." Anna had intended to stop at 'I'm sorry', but it was too late for that. "This situation sucks, okay? And I didn't do anything to stop it, and I don't know how many times I can say I'm sorry, before I actually start to forgive myself, because pain follows me around like a swarm of locusts." Anna dropped herself into the chair beside Blaine and swiped at the tears that were forming in her eyes with the back of her hand.

Not sure what to do, Blaine stayed where he was and watched the redheaded Texan who was falling apart in front of him. There was a look of hopelessness and self hatred in her eyes that he didn't quite understand. "What happened to you?"

Anna laughed, and got up, heading towards the door. "You don't want to know."