Ok I found it so hard to come up with an idea with this so um... go with it? Omg wasn't the new episode amazing? I love it _ Dramatic ending Yo! Word Count: 915
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own glee, Blaine or Kurt 3
It was late into the afternoon on a sunny Tuesday. We were at Blaine's apartment. You see, even though he stayed over at Dalton, at weekends he liked to have a space he can go by himself. From the second I walked into the deluxe shale, he had been completely gobsmacked, and that had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the second the door was closed, he had been pinned forcefully against the wall, having Blaine feverishly attack his neck, chest, legs⦠lips, his everything. Nope, nothing to do with that at all. However as he kisses me the memory of what Karofsky did, my whole body becoming painfully rigid. Blaine must have noticed this as he pulled away suddenly, shocked, in pure terror that what is happening is his fault. To both show him that I'm not mad at him and also as an attempt to take the horror filled memory from my mind I then bury my head as far into his chest as his bones will let me.
"Hey! No, No, No. You're going to tell me what's wrong," He mumbles, his voice full of desperation, he then states forcefully, "Right Now Kurt."
"Nothing!" I squeak, trying to make him just drop the idea.
"Yes there is baby, please tell me, how I can help you if you don't? Well?" he says as he grabs my chin and making me look at him, however the second he does this I wince back into the wall. Shock spreads across his face, he then stumbles back.
"You know what? Fine, leave it, I'm obviously not good enough for you!" he'd snap before swinging the door open and gesturing for me to leave. Sighing deeply I'd put my head down before walking off mumbling "I love you" just loud enough for him to here.
"Hey Fag!"
Recognising the voice instantly I begin to speed down the path trying to get to my navigator as fast as possible.
"Oi! I'm talking to you!" Karofsky approaches me as I fumble desperately with my keys. I numbly notice the bat in his hands. "I'm sick of you, and your pathetic gay 'boyfriend' walking around and flaunting your annoying ness in my face," To accompany this action his points back at the villa he had just been in before pointing the bat in my face once more. I just stand, trying to stay strong, willing the tears to recline. 'I will not let him see me weak; I will not let him see me be weak'. As I stand by my car he begins to approach me, bending forward slightly, whacking the bat into his hand as he comes closer to me. Watching me like a lion would it's pray. We stand there in silence for a short while before he suddenly swings the bat back and whacks it straight into my ribs. I hear the screeching of my ribs and I crumble to the floor. I just lay there as he kicks me in the chest, over and over the pain pulsing deeply threw me like a thousand knifes. Just as I begin to see three of everything a big crash erupts before all sound is completely blocked. I'm deaf! I'm blind! I drift slowly into unconsciousness.
'I should have forced him like that. What have I done?' Blaine just keeps pacing up and down in his living room until he notices something's wrong. Firstly he spots Kurts car still in the park. 'Huh, that's weird. Where's Ku-. His thoughts are instantly stopped as he spots the limp frail body on the floor by the driver's door. He breaks out into a fierce runs, dashing out like a mad man. He has to be ok. My baby has to be ok! He falls to his knees forcefully the second he gets to his side. He shakes him, becoming suddenly breathless. Chocking out hysteric sobs I reached grabbing my phone viciously dialling 911 into my phone.
"God, Help me, help me please" I screeched into the receiver, telling him my address and what I knew as quickly as I possibly could. I sat by his side, rocking his limp body as they arrived. I was completely oblivious to anything but Kurt as they shifted him onto a stretcher and guided both me and him into the back of the small ambulance.
As they pulled into the ambulance wing, Blaine was quickly ushered towards the family room. After thorough checking Blaine for any injuries, asking what happened and making Blaine tell them all of Kurts details they finally, finally, let him into see Kurt. He was lying there hooks up to dozens of machines, his eye heavily patched up, as well as his shoulder, ribs and both ears. He was so small and weak Blaine couldn't help but blame himself. This never would have happened if he just let Kurt do things in his own time. He was obviously deeply traumatized, and Blaine had pushed him too far. I had literally pushed him out of the door.
As I watched him I suddenly became aware of the acute beeping sound, my eyes suddenly drawn to his heart monitor, showing but one. Straight. Line.
