There was a scream, then another scream, then someone swore and the smoke alarm began to beep loudly. Blaine stirred next to me, and I sat up, wincing as I jolted my arm. I shook Blaine's arm and he opened his eyes, and they were full of worry as we jumped out of bed and ran for my door.
"Kurt! Blaine!" Carole screamed as we arrived at the top of the stairs. I coughed – the smoke was terrible, and the red blaze at the bottom of the stairs was blocking our way out. Finn raced out of his room and swore when he saw us.
"Finn! Call the fire brigade!" my dad yelled as he ran headlong for the fire, but Carole grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back. He stared frantically at her.
"I have to save them!" he said, and Carole shook her head as she started crying. Blaine tugged on my arm and tried to lead me back to my room but I was frozen with fear.
What happened? I asked myself. It was 6:30am so how the hell did a fire start at the bottom of my stairs? Blaine coughed and yelled hoarsely, "Kurt, move!" but I didn't. My eyes were locked on Finn's. I knew what he was going to do.
"Finn, no!" I screamed as he bolted for the fire. Carole screamed and grabbed for his hand but it slipped out of her grasp as he ran right into the fire that was beginning to spread up the carpeted stairs. I gasped as he came out on the other side, and ran to stand next to me. He had a huge burn on his right arm and his forehead, and I stared, horrified. He'd been in there for half a second and already he was injured. He tried to pick me up but I shook my head.
"What are you doing?" I screamed. He winced as the pain began.
"Saving you! Come on, Kurt!" he screamed, holding his arms out. I looked at my dad and Carole, who were both screaming at us to get out of there and go upstairs to the bathroom. But Finn had other ideas.
"Put me down!" I squealed as he picked me up bridal style and raced back down the stairs. The breath was knocked out of me as I felt the diminishing heat engulf my body and I tried to breathe but the air was so hot it was like breathing in... well, it was like breathing in flames.
But before I knew it I was on the other side and Finn set me down. I opened my eyes and saw that his shirt was sticking to him in burning clumps but he stood up and limped as fast as he could back to the fire and disappeared with a bloodcurdling scream into the heat. I screamed for Blaine and saw Finn grab his hand and practically drag him down the remaining stairs. By that point we were all screaming as the firemen bashed through the door and yelled at us all to get out. Blaine was by my side, trying to help me up and Finn was collapsed a few feet away, swarmed with Carole and a few other men. My dad bolted over to me and assisted Blaine, but my whole body just felt limp and everything went black.
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I woke up in a too-familiar hospital bed with that annoying beeping next to my ear but this time Blaine was not by my side. Nurses swarmed me, shoving needles into my arms and trying to rip the burnt clothes from my body. It stung so badly but all I wanted was Blaine.
"I need assistance down here!" somebody screamed from down the hall and one of the male nurses rushed from my bedside and out the door. I lifted my head up to see someone get wheeled past the door in a thin white bed, and the unmistakable head of curly hair couldn't lie – it was Blaine. I threw my head back down on the pillow and screamed, half because I was in pain but mostly because I had no idea what was wrong with Blaine and if he was going to survive or not. Then someone put a mask over my face and my scream turned into a wail, and then a cry, then a moan and finally a whimper, until I felt my eyelids close and sleep overtook me once more.
But I didn't sleep for long, and when I woke I found my dad and Blaine – Blaine! – sitting next to me in the chairs. When I opened my eyes my dad began to get up but Blaine was already at my side, mouthing silent prayers to whoever, and grasping my hand. I grabbed his and squeezed it. My dad stood next to him, and smiled down at me with tear-filled eyes. Blaine looked like he had been crying, too.
"Kurt," he whispered. "You're okay."
"Mhmm."
"Kurt, I have horrible news," my dad said, his voice cracked and shaky. I frowned, and waited, but my dad just broke down in tears and began to fall, but Blaine's strong, burnt arms caught him and stood him up again. My father held his hand to his mouth and sobbed.
"Blaine?" I whispered, because I didn't have the strength to raise my voice higher than that. Blaine looked at the wall above my head and one tear ran down his cheek, and I reached up to wipe it away but his hand caught mine and held it in mid-air.
"Your brother died a hero," he whispered. My eyes widened as his words sunk in and my world pretty much ended.
"Oh god, Kurt," my dad cried, slumping down in the chair next to my bed and screaming into a huge white pillow.
"Where's Carole," I mouthed, and Blaine took a deep, shaggy breath.
"I'm not sure," he said. I nodded feebly as the numb feeling spread over my body. Finn was dead.
Finn was dead.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God that I would die the minute I stepped outside these hospital doors.
A/N; *hides* Don't hit me, kay? I had to. Sorry it was short, but it's freaking 5:00 in the morning and I'm about to hit the wall (not literally) so yeah. I'm real sorry it took me this long to upload the next chapter but life's just been hectic. Shoutout to my beautiful darling SamKalEvans who's actually sitting right next to me drawing lovely pictures. She hates smut but I practically shove it up her nose, because that's just the good friend I am :) So review, tell me what you think and if you hate me or not, and wait for next chapter. Gleek out! .x
