It was madness at our house that night. Even though I had done nothing wrong I was getting the blame.

'-Just forgot to tell me about Finn being the father!' My Dad yelled.

'Hey, it's not my fault that Finn did what he did! Shout at him for once!'

'Finn is going through a rough time right now! We should have been there for him from the start!'

'Then he should have told you! Not me!'

'You had the right to protect him Kurt! He's going to be your brother some day!'

'You know what Dad; I don't have to listen to this! I have my own problems that you don't care about. If you don't mind, I'm going to bed.' I stormed up stairs and lay down. Holding the ice-white teddy, called Blaine, close to me. This was the first time in a month that I had wanted to talk to him. I cried, wishing I wasn't. I had tried to help and all it had done was made things worse. I fell asleep in my clothes. teddy-Blaine still clutched to my chest as I woke up. I began moisturizing my face. Adding the cream for my bruise that Carol had lent me. I didn't notice it at first but soon realized that I could see through both eyes. I closed my left eye and could still see. Miracle. Pure miracle. It was weird waking up without Quinn. She hadn't come home last night and I had a worried prediction that Carol had killed her and Finn. My phone buzzed.

Sorry I didn't come home last night. Had bonding with Carol. She's okay with the baby problem. Did your Dad flip? Quinn x

Only a little. Something about not telling him it was Finn's. Like that's my fault! Kurt x

I'm sorry you got in trouble. :( See you at school later? Quinn x

Course you will! See you in the parking lot! Kurt x

I drove to school slowly. The teddy-Blaine sat in the seat beside me. I got to school and the lot was empty apart from one unfamiliar car. I got out and was bombarded by a group of a dozen boys. Their blue blazers told me they were the Warblers.

'What are you doing with Blaine?' The guy at the front asked sharply.

'Nothing.' I shook my head.

'He doesn't belong with you.' He snapped.

'Well he's not so that's okay. Who are you anyway?'

'Sebastian. Ask him about me. He'll tell you I'm dangerous.' A car pulled up next to mine. 'Or I could just show you.' He pulled out a cup of thick, icy liquid.

'No, please!' I knew what it was. He was about to throw it. I cringed waiting for impact. Something hit me in the side and I felt my body hit my car.

'No!' Someone yelled as I was hit. There was a scream of pain and I looked down. Blaine was on the floor with slushie all over him. I knew it stung but not that bad. He was clutching his face and howling in pain. I knelt down beside him and pulled his hand away. His eyes were red and bloodshot.

'What did you do?' I yelled at Sebastian.

'Rock salt. Call an ambulance.' They dispersed and got into their cars. I pulled out my cell and called for an ambulance. Others arrived as we waited. The doctor on the other end of the phone said to keep him calm. I went with him when it arrived. Held his hand as they took his BP and everything. He was silent. Breathing deeply. We got to the hospital and he was taken into the same trauma room as I was in with the green walls.

'Kurt?' Mark asked as I walked into the trauma room.

'It's Blaine.' I said. I broke down into sobs as it hit me.

'What happened?' He took me around the corner and sat me down, offering me a tissue.

'There's this boy from his old school. He was jealous or something. He tried to throw a slushie at me. Blaine appeared and pushed me out of the way. There was rock salt in it.' I dabbed at my eyes. I sat with him for a few minutes. Wanting to be with Blaine but scared of the consequences. The same nurse that I saw when I was hurt walked around the corner.

'Doctor Greene.' She called to him. He left to talk to the nurse. I tried to hear what they were saying, if Blaine was going to be okay. Mark came round the corner, his face pale and lined with worry. I stood up and paused.

'What is it?' I asked. Mark sat me down and put his arm around my shoulder.

'A piece of the rock salt went into Blaine's eye's. It went deep into his corneas. There's a chance-' He faltered and sighed. 'Kurt, there's a chance he might never see again.' I felt my body freeze.

'Where is he?' I asked in a shaky voice.

'Kurt you don't want to see-'

'Where is he?' I pleaded.

'He's being taken up to surgery.' Mark said quietly.

'I want to see him.' I whispered.

'You don't want to see that.' Mark shook his head.

'I do. I want to see.' I blinked the tears away. Mark nodded and led me to the elevator. He pressed button eight and the lift doors closed. It was silent in the lift. I didn't want to think. Didn't want to accept. The lift pinged and the doors opened into a large, curved room. A desk stood to the right and several doors lined the walls. Mark led me through a door beside the desk. It led to a long corridor with two doors spaced far apart. Mark took me through one that said O.R 1. We were in a round room with a huge sink in the center. We went through a door to the left and up a set of stairs which led to some form of observation deck. A dark room with a glass wall. Mark pressed the button on the intercom.

'How are things looking?' He asked.

'There's no muscle damage.' A woman's voice came back. Her voice was shaky.

'And his sight.' Mark pressed. She was silent. 'Elizabeth. Will he see?' She looked at Mark through the glass and shrugged. I gasped and covered my mouth. Blaine took that slushie for me. It should have been me. He did nothing wrong…