A/N: Alright lovlies! You're getting this chapter when you are because I'm on restriction from the computer for my math grade, so I really have no idea when I'll be able to get back on and write again. A LOT happens in this chapter, and it's decently long, but it stops at a cliff, but I know you guys can handle it. I've thuroughly enjoyed reading all your reviews, and I'm doing my best to get replies out to all of you, but it's taking my a while. I love you guys so much that I'm giving you a super long chapter!

Disclaimer: Would this even be here if I owned Glee? (The answer is no btw.)

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"Blaine, I know I said I could do this, but now, I'm not sure I can." Kurt said as Blaine drove them down the gravel road. He picked up Kurt's hand off the center console and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb.

"Kurt, you can. You need to talk to her, and tell her what's going on." Kurt shook his head, tears entering his eyes again.

"It's been too long. It's been ten years Blaine. I haven't come out here since the day we buried her. It's been too long Blaine." Kurt stared out the window at the dark cemetery, tears falling from his eyes. Blaine parked the car and got out, stepped over to the passenger side and opened Kurt's door. Kurt wouldn't look him in the eyes.

"Scoot over." Kurt did as he was told and Blaine slipped in beside him, pulling the other boy onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and inhaled slowly. "Kurt, if you really don't want to do this, we don't have to. I just thought that you might want to see her. I think it may do you some good to talk to her, or just to come out here and see her." Kurt turned sharply at the end of Blaine's spiel.

"I can't see her Blaine because she's not here! My mother is dead! She has been for ten years now. She's not here and I can't just come see her!" Kurt was fuming, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. How he had any left, Blaine wasn't sure, but each one stabbed Blaine in the heart again and again. All he could do was hold Kurt. But now the crying boy was pulling away. Every second Kurt was out of Blaine's arms was another slash through Blaine's heart. But Blaine knew that when Kurt got upset he liked to withdraw into himself for a few minutes before trying to let himself be comforted,so Blaine climbed out of the car and stepped over to the plot, looking down at the headstone. He held his hands behind his back as he read the inscription.

Elizabeth Stone Hummel

June 4, 1967- February 23, 2002

Beloved Mother, Wife, and Friend

Acceptance goes beyond belief, it begins with courage.

Blaine read the words on the headstone. The last word stuck with Blaine. It was the lesson he preached to Kurt all the time when he first met the boy. And for it to be here, on his mother's tombstone of all places, it made Blaine smile. He sat down on the bench a few feet away and stared at the grave, picturing Kurt as a young boy, not quite understanding why they kept saying his mother was gone. Blaine's heart broke for Kurt. He had already dealt with so much pain in his life, then to be bullied for something he couldn't control… Blaine hated it. He was just about to stand and return to the car when he heard the footsteps, so quiet, but they were approaching. Blaine sat still, barely breathing, waiting for the other person to make the first move. He felt a hand on his shoulder, massaging it lightly, and a kiss planted on the top of his head. Blaine reached up and laid his own hand over the one on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly. Then a voice as soft as angels spoke and Blaine felt tears in his eyes as he listened to the raw pain. But he refused to let them fall, vowing to let the other have his moment.

"Hey Mom. I know it's been a while. It's been a really long time actually, but, I think I'm finally starting to figure things out. Most of that is thanks to this boy right here. I want to introduce you to him Momma. His name is Blaine Anderson, and he's the boy you told me about all those years ago. I can feel it in my heart, just like you told me I would. I told you that I may want to talk to you about it, but really I already know that you'd love him. He's everything you ever wanted for me and so much more. He pushes me to my limits, to my boundaries and my cliffs, but he always makes sure I'm the one making the decision to jump. I couldn't ask for anyone better. Even Dad approves." Blaine's eyes filled with more tears as he marveled at Kurt's strength. "I love you so much Mom. I'm sorry I waited so long, but I promise I'll come see you more often now. And I'll bring Blaine, so you can get to know him too." Kurt finished with a smile and wrapped his arms over his boyfriend's shoulders. They sat there for a few minutes more before Kurt spoke again.

"Thank you Blaine. For bringing me here. I really think that this was what I needed." Blaine only smiled.

"Come on babe. It's really late. Wanna skip school tomorrow? We can sleep in and just have a movie day." Kurt nodded and smiled at Blaine as they stood together.

"That sounds amazing." Kurt pecked a kiss on Blaine's cheek and they began walking towards the car. Blaine opened Kurt's door and the boy climbed in. But as Blaine stepped around the back of the car, he felt something grab his ankle and yank him to the ground. A hand clamped over his mouth as Blaine tried to scream. He squeezed his eyes shut, not trusting them to find the source of the pain. Then he heard the voice and his blood ran cold.

"Told you I'd be back for you, you little fag. You aren't getting off so easy this time." The voice slurred in his ear.

No. This cannot be happening to me. Not here. Not now. Kurt, Kurt was here. Blaine's thoughts ran a million miles a minute as he felt something being stuffed in his mouth, gagging him, and a rag covering his face. The last thing he remembered was the voice of an angel, and a bright light, voices singing that he would be okay, that he was safe, and then he drifted.

Kurt was a mess. A mess unlike he had ever imagined himself to be again after he buried his mother. But he was a mess. He could feel Burt's eyes watching him, filled with the questions Kurt couldn't bring himself to answer yet. Joining the two were Finn and Carole, and Blaine's friend David and his mother. Everyone was sitting, waiting, wishing that the doctor would emerge. Kurt was just thankful he had seen the shooting star and jumped from the car to show Blaine, seeing the spectacle going on behind the car. Kurt shuddered at the thought of what might have happened had Kurt not been watching the night sky.

After Kurt found them, he made glaring eye contact with Blaine's father. Seeing Kurt, Blaine's father had let go of his son, dropping him to the ground. Kurt pulled out his pocket pepper spray that his dad had made him promise to carry, and gotten the man square in the eyes, buying him enough time to call the police and then his dad before the man began to stand again. Kurt kicked the man square in the groin. Blaine's dad proceeded to fall to his knees and vomit. Kurt grabbed Blaine's arms and pulled the boy away from the man's reach. Blaine's dad was still down when Kurt's dad got there. After that, Kurt wasn't really sure what had happened. Burt had told Kurt to check on Blaine, and Kurt hadn't looked back, knowing his brawny dad could handle Blaine's scrawny father any day. Blaine had been unconscious, shivering, and his breathing was labored. Kurt was struggling to keep check on his pulse; it was fading in and out with each breath. Finally the paramedics were there, and Burt pushed his son into the ambulance with Blaine, promising to be straight there after he spoke with the police. At the hospital, Blaine had been whisked away, Kurt shut out, and the silence had begun. It was in the waiting room that Carole found him ten minutes later as she was walking parole on her shift. She had no idea that things had gotten this bad, but held Kurt while he sobbed. Slowly, the rest of the group had come, but no one other than Carole had been able to break through to Kurt. He had even pulled away from his dad. It had been two hours since they had come in, and there was still no word on Blaine. Kurt could feel himself launching into a panic attack, and was desperate for someone to give him good news, right now he would even take it as a lie.

"Dad," Kurt whispered, ever so softly, "Daddy, what if they didn't work fast enough?" The childlike voice filled with fear scared Burt. He hadn't heard Kurt quite so frightened since the day his mother had died. Burt wrapped an arm around his son and this time Kurt didn't pull away.

"Buddy, these guys know what they're doing. They're trained for things like this. I'm sure if something had gone wrong we would have heard about it by now." Kurt knew there was some truth to what his dad was saying, but dang it, that pain in his gut just wouldn't go away. He knew that something was wrong. He had first felt it ten minutes after they had taken Blaine away. That was when it hurt the most. He couldn't explain how he knew, but he knew. He could feel that something wasn't right. It was that feeling that you got when the one you loved was in danger. It was the feeling that two people could get only if they were so in love that the strings of the universe had bound them together. It was a feeling that Kurt had about Blaine, and it shook him to the core.

Twenty minutes later, a very worn down looking doctor came out of the hall and called for the family of Blaine Anderson. When they all stood, the doctor looked taken aback.

"Okay, can I just see the parents?" Burt, Carole, and Kurt stepped forward, and the doctor raised his eyebrows, but seemed less threatened than with the larger crowd.

"We have temporary custody of him right now. His father is the one who did this to him." The doctor nodded. Kurt jumped right in.

"Is he okay? Is he alive?" The doctor showed no emotion on his face, which scared Kurt. The boy stepped closer to his father, who in turn slipped his arm around Kurt's shoulders to hold him steady.

"Blaine is very much alive. But there were some, well, complications when he was brought in. His heart stopped for around forty five seconds ten minutes after we took him back. It seems that the cloth wrapped around Blaine's nose and stuffed in his mouth had been soaked in what looks like mustard gas. We still aren't sure where the attacker would have found mustard gas, but Blaine is lucky. You got him here just in time. If ten more minutes had gone by, we probably would have lost him. Right now, we have pumped his IV full of medications to counteract all the effects of the gas, but it's touch and go at this point. Doctors are still doing tests to see if there was any lasting brain damage from those forty five seconds. Now, he kept asking for someone named Kurt." The doctor looked at the three and Kurt stepped forward.

"That's me."

"He can't speak very well at the moment, but we've found he can write short messages on paper. He requested that he sees you alone for a few minutes before we bring anyone else in. Of course, I must get approval from the parental guardians…" The doctor looked to Burt and Carole.

"Of course. Kurt, just let us know when you're finished. We'll go let everyone else know, but right now you're the best thing for Blaine." Carole stated. Burt nodded in agreement.

"Before any of you see him though, I must warn you of the possible side effects the gas will have on his body. Like I said before, although it was directly inhaled, we caught it in enough time. We have resources and medicines available today that they didn't have back in World War One when this gas was introduced. But he is still susceptible to the possible side effects until the gas is completely flushed from his system. He could experience anything from a minor sore throat and red eyes to the more extreme vomiting and coughing up blood. We hope to keep it more on the minor side, but I need to be sure you are prepared. Never hesitate to call a nurse if one of these develops. He will probably be in some minor pain, but other than that be coherent enough to communicate with you. I can take you back now." The doctor led Kurt through the hallway and Kurt was pretty sure everyone in the hall could hear how hard and fast his heart was beating. He hadn't been this scared in months, years even. The doctor merely dropped him off outside a room and left. Kurt stood outside the room and breathed in and out deeply a few times to try to steady his racing heart. After a few seconds, he nodded to himself and stepped into the room.

Gathering his courage, he looked over at the bed where Blaine was lying curled up on his side, facing away from the door. His ears tuned in and they heard Blaine crying softly. If there was one thing Kurt's ears were attuned to it was Blaine. And Kurt's heart broke at the thought of how scared the boy must be. He'd been here for hours and hadn't seen a familiar face since his dad had attacked him. Kurt didn't dare to breathe heavily for fear of scaring the boy. But when Kurt saw Blaine's shoulders shaking, he stepped over and laid down on the bed, taking the role of the big spoon, and wrapped his arm over Blaine, taking the crying boy's hand in his.

"It's going to be alright. I've got you. Let it out babe, because I'm not going anywhere." Blaine just snuggled closer into Kurt and cried himself into some long awaited sleep.

So there it is. This is a rather long chapter to make up for the fact that nothing has been posted recently and the fact that I dunno when I'll be able to post next. I did a little limited research on Mustard Gas, but if any of my information is wrong I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy the sweet Kaline cuddles I threw in at the end. :) Don't forget to drop me a review and let me know if I'm progressing okay! The story is winding down now, just one more small plot twist and then the end. Everything will tie in at the end, so don't fret if it seems like I'm leaving some things unanswered.

Always Remember to smile!

Olivia