! Thank you so much for all your support! Glad that you all enjoyed the last chapter!

Some of you are wondering if I'm going to kill off Kurt. The answer is NO! This is not a death fic so don't panic, Kurt will not be dying, nor will anybody else :)

However...I can't say that Kurt will be entirlye un-harmed.

Hope you all enjoy :)

Chapter 20: Target hit

"What do you mean he never came back," Blaine demanded, his face a picture of distress. Cooper, Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Puck, Mike and Tina were all standing in Cooper's office.

"I mean he went to get sandwiches and he never returned," Cooper said again, his hair mussed from all the times he had ran his fingers through it. "We've tried his phone but there has been no answer."

Blaine began to pace. He had just gotten back from his interview when Cooper had rang him to tell him the bad news that Kurt had not returned to work.

"Do you really think that it's Karofsky?" Tina asked worriedly.

"Of course it is," Puck growled. "You heard about what the police had to say and we know he's been in town."

"But what does he want with Kurt?" Quinn asked, looking between them all. "They haven't been in contact for a long time. Not since we left school and we never wanted anything to do with him."

"He's been stalking Kurt," Blaine growled, looking furious. "He broke into his apartment eve after he had left and he's been watching Kurt."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Puck demanded, looking angry.

"The police knew," Blaine growled back. "Kurt didn't want to worry you all so he didn't tell you, okay?"

"Enough," Cooper snapped at them all. "This isn't helping alright."

"We need to contact to police," Santana interrupted them all. "and have them start searching for Kurt and Karofsky."

"I've already called them," Cooper said. "They're out looking now. I was instructed to stay here and keep out of the way as he is violent."

Blaine groaned and Cooper winced. He went to his brother and placed both hands on his shoulder, bending down so that they were face to face.

"Kurt's strong," Cooper said firmly. "Don't panic okay. He's going to be alright."

"How do you know?" Blaine whispered painfully. "He could be with the freak."

"And he may not be," Cooper said. "We don't know and panicking isn't going to help him if he is."

Blaine nodded and gripped Cooper's arms tightly, trying to draw comfort but not getting much. He needed Kurt safe in his arms for him to be okay.

Kurt looked out the window nervously as they drove through the streets of Chicago, his knuckled turning white as his gripped his seat belt tightly. Karofsky was driving the speed limit, trying not to make any mistakes so that he wouldn't draw any attention to himself.

Kurt skin had gone a past white and felt like he was going to throw up at any moment.

"Why are you doing this?' Kurt blurted out fearfully. "Haven't you tortured me enough?"

"Me torture you?" Karofsky snarled, his finger gripping the steering wheel tightly. "You've been torturing me ever since you came to the bloody school."

"I didn't do anything!" Kurt cried. "I never did anything to you."

"You did everything!" Karofsky yelled loudly causing Kurt to flatten himself against the door. "I was fine before I met you. Fine before you put all these...thoughts into my head and made me confused!"

Kurt realised that Karofsky rage was deep, deep down and that he had never thought about his sexuality. It had been drilled into him that being gay was wrong when there wasn't anything wrong about it.

"I didn't do anything," Kurt spat out.

"You paraded around that school like the fag you are and tried to turn anyone you could," Karofsky snapped.

"I did nothing like that!" Kurt screamed. "You and everyone else in that stupid school made my life miserable! You tortured every day! It's not my fault that you are confused about who you. You kissed me and then threatened to kill me if I told anyone."

"You did this to me," Karofsky roared. "and I'm going to end it by ending you!"

Kurt eyes widened and he couldn't breathe.

"What do you mean?" Kurt choked out, not wanting to believe what he thought Karofsky was implying.

Karofsky growled at him. "It's your fault that I'm in this mess. You're fault that I am like this so I'm going to make sure that you can't do this to me anymore."

"What are you going to do?" Kurt asked, a lump forming in his throat.

Karofsky slowed the car down as they approached the lights. The light changed from green to red and Karofsky slowed to a stop. Karofsky turned to Kurt and he looked pale.

"I'm going to kill you."

His voice was the same as was in high school when he first threatened Kurt but there one thing differed. There was a note of finality in his voice, no room for bargaining. He was going to kill Kurt and that was that. So Kurt did the only thing he could.

With fumbling hand he unbuckled his seat belt and ripped open the door. He felt Karofsky hand grapple for his clothing but he slipped out the car, out of his grasp and was running. Car horns beeped as he ran across in front of them.

He breathing was harsh as he ran blindly, trying to get as far away as Karofsky as he could. Tried squealed behind him, horns beeped loudly, a engine roaring in his ears. Kurt looked over his shoulder and saw with horror that Karofsky was disobeying every road rule and heading straight for him.

Kurt started backing away but there was no chance of out running a moving car. It got closer and closer. Kurt saw Karofsky sneering face coming straight at him. Kurt whimpered, his mind going straight to Blaine smiling face.

The car hit him.

He flew up over the bonnet like a rag doll, his weight smashing the wind screen, flying up over the top of the car before gravity yanked him back down on to concrete pavement, his body bouncing and rolling. The world around him stopped and he blinked sluggishly. His breath sounded loud in his ears. Screams echoed around him and he felt people kneeling beside him. He drew in another rattled breath before his vision started to blur and the world around him faded from his sight.

Hours had passed and still Blaine hadn't heard anything from Kurt. They were still at Cooper's office. Mike and Puck had left to go to the police station to hound Sue on any information. Quinn, Tina, Santana and Brittany were trying to keep clam while Cooper was on the phone to Jessie St James, trying to get every bit information about Karofsky.

Blaine was starting to wear a hole in Cooper's carpet with his pacing. His curls had sprung free of his gel confinement, his clothes becoming crinkled and mussed. Cooper slammed the phone down and swore loudly.

"Jesse St James can suck my-" Cooper growled.

"Cooper," Quinn hissed and Cooper grunted.

Blaine phone rang loudly and he quickly fumbled for it, fishing it out of his pocket. The caller ID came up with an unknown number and he quickly answered it.

"Hello, this is Blaine Anderson," he answered.

"Blaine? This is Mercedes Jones from the Chicago Hospital."

Blaine froze in his pacing and leant against the wall heavily. He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes, hoping for the best.

"Kurt Hummel was brought in and you are listed as his emergency contact," Mercedes continued.

"Is he okay?" Blaine asked, his voice hoarse. Everyone paused and looked to Blaine, looking at him worriedly.

"Mr Hummel was hit by a car. Hit and Run I'm afraid. He's in surgery right now."

"Aww geeze," Blaine groaned. "Um- okay, I'll be right there."

Blaine hung up and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Blaine? What happened?" Cooper asked, going to his brother.

"Kurt was hit by a car," Blaine sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes. "Hit and run. He's in surgery right now."

Cooper swallowed thickly. "Alright. I'll drive you to the hospital alright."

Blaine nodded and wiped his eyes, sniffing loudly and choking back a sob.

"We'll let the other's know," Santana said as both Quinn and Tina seemed unable to speak at the moment, ready to burst into tears at any moment. Cooper nodded, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder and leading him out of the office, the girls following behind him. Cooper took a steadying breath as he tried to keep himself calm for Blaine.

Oops! Sorry Kurt! Please don't hate me!