Blaine was choking on his own blood, he could feel his lungs filling and panicking he coughed, trying to expel it from his airways. Blaine was vaguely aware of somebody screaming; he slid down the front of the closed locker next to his. The blood was warm and sticky on his chin and he was overwhelmed with the rich metallic taste of it. He collapsed sideways and his head hit the floor causing his vision to blur and the world around him to start spinning.
This is it Blaine thought, coughs still racking his body, This is how I'm going to die. Just like that on McKinley High's dirty floor, being gawked at by the entire student body as I choke on my own blood. A strong feeling of hopelessness washed over him as he recalled a similar situation that had resulted in the death of his brother.
Just like that, he was back. On the floor of Westerville High, freshman year, his brother holding his hand as he bled and cried. He saw again the adult as he came around the corner, obviously one of the parents, he heard his voice as he cried out for help and the look of disgust cross the man's face as his whole world came crashing down...
Blaine was aware that he'd been sick he could still taste the putrid flavour on his tongue and in his mouth over the bitter sweetness of his own blood.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying in the pool of his own blood, but from the foetal position he was lying in on the floor, Blaine could see that he had gathered quite a crowd. Why was nobody helping him? Were they all just going to stand over him and watch him die? How fucking morbid could you get?
"Blaine? Move, just please get out of my way – Blaine!" Blaine raised his eyes to the source of the voice, he saw Kurt pushing his way through the throng of people towards him.
"Blaine!" Kurt dropped to his knees in front of Blaine's convulsing and pale form. Tears running down his cheeks he tried to wipe away some of the blood spilling out of Blaine's mouth with the sleeve of his sweater – not caring that it was going to stain the soft fabric.
"Blaine, look at me, please keep look- shit." Blaine's eyes fluttered shut as Kurt screamed at the crowd of onlookers; "Don't just stand there, have any of you bothered to call for help?" Kurt was here now, everything would be fine, Blaine passed out.
Kurt was frantic, Blaine had been rushed to the hospital and had gone straight into surgery, Kurt was pacing the waiting room desperate for some news. Mr and Mrs Anderson sat nearly comatose in the corner of the room. Minutes flowed into hours but Kurt waited, he kept replaying his last words to Blaine this morning, if you hurt yourself then it's all your own fault. Kurt felt like hitting himself. How could he have said that to Blaine? What the hell was wrong with him? if you hurt yourself then it's all your own fault. Kurt fell heavily into a chair and placed his head into his hands.
Hours later a nurse appeared and announced that family were allowed to see Blaine, Kurt didn't even raise his head until he felt a hand wrapping around his wrist. Startled he looked up to meet Mrs. Anderson's eyes,
"You too Kurt."
"I'm not his family Mrs. Anderson."
"You might as well be." she replied with finality pulling him to his feet. The three of them walked together into Blaine's ward.
There he lay, pale and small, in the hospital bed. Kurt hung back by the door letting Blaine's parents approach the bed first. He watched Mrs. Anderson crying as she stroked her sons hair. Somebody was definitely going to pay for this.
The very next day Kurt marched up to the principle's office intent on getting some sort of punishment for Blaine's attacker.
"Something must be done Principle Figgins." Kurt said firmly "Blaine could have died yesterday. It really isn't right that his would be murderer is allowed to roam the halls."
"I completely agree. A whole bunch of freshmen saw the incident, it's going to cause emotional issues. We've looked over the CCTV footage from yesterday and determined that, one Finn Hudson was the one who shoved Mr. Anderson into that locker."
Kurt was both shocked and not shocked by this revelation. He knew that Finn hated his boyfriend but it absolutely appalled Kurt that Finn would have gone this far.
Figgins pressed the button on his intercom and asked his receptionist to send Finn into the office. Kurt braced himself to face his "brother" he was fuming, Finn knew how Kurt felt about Blaine. Finn entered the room with a smug smirk on his face and Kurt very nearly lashed out and punched him. Carol followed Finn into the room, Kurt stood to allow the pair to sit opposite Figgins.
"Mrs. Hummel, there was an incident in the corridor yesterday involving your son and another boy has been hospitalised."
Carol gasped and stared at Finn in horror.
"Due to the serious nature of the incident I'm afraid that we can no longer offer Finn a place at McKinley."
"Principle Figgins!" Finn protested "It was an accident!"
Kurt snorted loudly "Like hell it was Finn Hudson!"
Finn turned and glared at Kurt "You have no proof that it wasn't."
"Actually Finn," Figgins cut in "The CCTV footage clearly shows you changing paths to deliberately collide with the boy. We simply cannot keep you here any longer."
Finn and Carol stood and made to exit the office. Carol turned to apologise for the entire situation. She asked politely if she could have the name of the student that Finn had hospitalised so that she could try to monitor the situation.
"Blaine Anderson." Was Figgins' response. Carol cast a mortified glance in Kurt's direction, he pointedly avoided her repentant gaze, he didn't want Carol's apology he wanted Finn's and from the smug grin on Finn's face as Figgins admitted that the hospitalised boy was Blaine Kurt was sure he wasn't going to get that any time soon.