Jesse and Wes made a plan. Jesse would talk to Blaine and Wes would be within hearing range so he could step in if necessary.
Jesse told Wes it was probably better if he would hear the story from Blaine, but he admitted that Blaine had almost been killed before he transferred to Dalton.
"I think everything with Kurt is a bit too much, now Kurt is in the hospital", he had said and Wes agreed.
"He's been reminded of his past ever since he met Kurt, but now Kurt is hospitalized, too, I think the similarities are getting to him".

Blaine had been standing numb outside the hospital for almost an hour and a half now and his lips were a combination of purple and blue. He hadn't thought anything since Wes had tried to drag him in and he still couldn't move.
Then he smelled it, the smell of Jesse st. James standing next to him. He felt the weight of Jesse's hand on his shoulder and he got a tiny bit of feeling back.
"I thought he was safe". He didn't know where it came from or why he said it, but he knew it was true.
"I know", was all Jesse said.
"I thought he was safe when he transferred. I thought he was safe".
The hand on his shoulder squeezed a little as Jesse replied he knew.
"I thought he was safe", it was all Blaine seemed to be able to say. He still didn't feel anything, he still couldn't move anything and he still didn't really see anything, but he could say he thought Kurt was safe.
"I'm here, Blaine, and you are safe", Jesse finally said and Blaine felt his shoulders relax a little.
"I love him", he could now say and this time he didn't keep repeating it.
Jesse didn't say anything, he only gently squeezed Blaine's shoulder again.
"I can't move my legs or arms", Blaine said and Jesse asked if it was okay if he would lift him.
"I can't move", Blaine said and again he didn't know why he said it, where it came from, but knew it was true. He couldn't move. He wanted to go inside, he wanted to sit at Kurt's bedside and hold his hand. He wanted to sing to Kurt and cry, but he couldn't move. He had to stay exactly where he was or he would die. At least, that was how it felt.

"What do you see"? Jesse asked and Blaine tried to make out the faces he saw, he tried to make out the sounds he heard but he couldn't tell the real world apart from the things in his head.
"Close your eyes and tell me what you see", Jesse said when he saw Blaine struggle.
"You have to cover my ears, because I can't move my arms", Blaine said and Jesse took Blaine's hands and covered his ears with both their hands.

He was in the toilet at Carmel High. He had just sung an amazing duet with Jesse and he loved the fact that Shelby had let two men sing a love duet together. Jesse hadn't been so comfortable, but knew how well their voices harmonized and knew he had to agree on doing anything, would he ever want to become a star.
Blaine's crush on Jesse had only made it more difficult and more wonderful to have sung together. He was still trying to figure out a way to convince Shelby they should sing this song at sectionals.
Blaine was bullied a lot at school, they would call him fag or queer and shoved him into lockers. Sometimes they locked him up in the locker room after gym class and usually either Shelby or Jesse would miss him at rehearsal and free him.
He was scared of his bullies, but it had never kept him from fighting for gay rights, nor would it ever force him back in the closet. He knew he was just human and he knew that there was nothing wrong with being gay. He was proud of who he was, despite of what others thought of him.
His bullies threatened they would find him after school and punch the gay out of him, so he made sure he would never be alone outside.
He had never thought he had to worry about being alone in a bathroom stall, though, and just as he was about to walk out, two guys came walking in.
Blaine didn't think about it twice as he passed them, but felt himself being pushed against the wall.
"Shouldn't you be using the ladies room"? One of the two boys said and the other laughed. Merely laughed a coldhearted, hateful laugh.
Blaine felt the laugh pierce through him, this was a different kind of laugh than he had heard before. It was the laugh that scared people to death, the kind of laugh you wouldn't wish your worst enemy to hear.
Next he felt blood dripping from his nose. He hadn't registered the punch, as he was still busy processing the utter evil laugh and the pain only slowly kicked in.
"I think that's about it", the puncher said and then threw him to the ground, leaving the bathroom.
"I'll see you in class", the other boy said, "I still have to piss".
Blaine tried to crawl up, but once the puncher had left the other boy kicked him back to the ground.
"I'm not through with you", he said and his voice was as coldhearted and hateful as his laugh.
"You're disgusting. I heard your little show just now and it's disgusting. The world would be better off without people like you".
Blaine wasn't sure what he meant, how he could've heard the show and what exactly he thought was disgusting about singing.
"I see the way you look at Jesse and let me tell you, Jesse would be better off without you".
Blaine still didn't get what he was saying, and he didn't know if it was the pain or the fear, but he found himself unable to move and just focused on breathing steadily.
"Jesse is popular, he only sings with you, he doesn't like you. Have you noticed how he ignores you in the hallways? It's because you're nothing."
Blaine made himself move, even though fear was taking over, he crawled up and began to make his way to the door.
Immediately he was pushed back to the wall, hands around his throat and he felt the hands squeeze.
"You're not going anywhere anymore", the boy said and Blaine had never felt this much fear in his life.
As he looked in the boys eyes he didn't see anything. They were empty; no emotion at all and it scared him. He didn't even shiver or tremble. All he could do was waiting for the following.
The boy dragged him towards one of the stalls and literally threw him in.
"I think we have to get rid of you"
He opened his bag and to Blaine's surprise, he wasn't even sure how he could be surprised at this point, the boy took a razor out.
"Let's see what we can do with this", he said and then kicked Blaine in his stomach, causing Blaine to be unable to breath for a moment.
He crouched next to Blaine and let the razorblade slide softly down along Blaine's cheek.
"I could cut your face", he whispered, "or cut your shoulders. I could make a cut down your chest, but I think I have a better idea".
Blaine didn't process anything that was happening anymore. He just sat there, awaiting the horror that would follow, when he felt the razorblade sliding down his arm.
"Or I could end you once and for all", almost no sound came out of the boys mouth, but Blaine knew exactly what he was saying.
"Please don't slit my wrists", he begged in whisper, but the boy didn't answer his prayer.
He cut hard, deep and fast. Blaine screamed in pain when the boy took his other arm and cut that one too.
Blood splattered everywhere and Blaine felt himself grow weaker with every second. He didn't see the boy leaving the razor by his side. He knew he had to somehow stop the bleeding, but his arms hurt so bad he couldn't move them.
He tried to scream, but had no energy to raise his voice. All that came out were silent sobs and though he felt himself slip away in unconsciousness, he told himself to stay awake.
He found his feet able to move and started kicking the door. It cost more energy than he should probably spill right now, but he had to make some sort of noise. Someone had to come.
Just as he was about to give up and sure he was going to die, he saw the shoes he'd recognize out of a thousand.
"Jesse, help me", he whispered, right before he lost his consciousness.