This starts a much darker turn for this fic. I hope you are all enjoying it and even though I might not always reply to reviews, please understand they are my motivation for these chapters :P

Part 24

They hadn't taken Blaine to his hospital despite it being the closet.

They hadn't given him immediate treatment despite him being Doctor Blaine Hummel. They hadn't even cared about that, or at least, they didn't seem very happy about it, and Kurt couldn't help but to worry about the place they were in now.

It definitely didn't look like the kind of hospital that Kurt was used to or that Blaine would run.

Most of all, Kurt didn't understand why, when he was family, they had told him that there were laws that meant he couldn't stay with Blaine.

Everything felt so wrong and Kurt was trying desperately to figure out some way of how everything could be okay. It didn't seem as it would be

He looked around the waiting room and noticed that half the people looked terrified of being in this place, or maybe Kurt was just projecting his own fears onto them. They had injuries as well.

Kurt took a deep breath in before standing.

He was tired of this, he felt very sick to his stomach and nothing was making him feel better.

Finally two doctors approached him.

The first one was wearing a lab coat and had a very fresh face with a long black ponytail and heavy stubble, "Mr Hummel?" he asked in a very sombre tone as Kurt nodded slowly. "We are sorry to inform you that Blaine Anderson passed away today."

Kurt's heart beat heavily.

He felt that he couldn't breathe, he didn't understand what to do.

It weighed upon his shoulders and he felt his gut and heart were both twisting.

He looked down, tears in his eyes before they ran down his face.

"We did all we could," the doctor said but Kurt could tell that it was a lie, it had to be a lie. He didn't know why those men had been there, he didn't know why they could just use those machines without many people protesting, he didn't understand why they weren't at Blaine's hospital.

"Wh-where is he?" Kurt asked, creating a fist as his body shook.

"We have modern day laws stating that we don't have to show you the body if we find just cause to withhold you." The doctor's voice was very heavy and the directness and bluntness of how he was speaking made Kurt believe him, but he definitely didn't want to believe him.

"I said where is he!" Kurt yelled, "I deserve to be able to see him, I'm his husband!"

"We want you to leave this hospital," the doctor said firmly as Kurt's heart hurt inside, it twisted painfully as he looked at them. He wanted to see his husband. He wanted Blaine, he at least needed to see Blaine. To apologize to him.

"He's my husband. I'm seeing him now, tell me where he is!" he yelled before the doctor put his hand out and Kurt felt his heart beat quickening. As Kurt felt that he was about to have a heart attack the doctor looked at him.

"Leave," he warned, "You have no business here."

Kurt trembled, trying to catch his breath as he looked at them in hatred and horror. This wasn't fair, he wanted his Blaine. Blaine hadn't done anything wrong and…

"I will escort him out," Kurt heard a familiar voice say as his heart started ripping itself open in metaphorical tenses. He didn't want to leave without seeing Blaine, he didn't want to leave before telling Blaine that he would never say goodbye to him. He wanted to make sure that there was really nothing more that he could do.

A hooded man dragged him out and Kurt fell apart as he was dragged into a black town car. The hooded man sitting in the drivers seat.

"I want to see my husband!" Kurt yelled, his heart breaking again, this wasn't fair. This wasn't fair at all. "Why isn't he here? Why isn't my husband safe?"

"We all thought these times were over," the man said as he started to drive down some back roads "the war however was not won or lost, it was always in a decline but not an end. The rebellion has begun again and your husband, Blaine Hummel, is a very well known public figure. He is known as a hero to those who prefer emotions over power and giving to others over greed. Blaine doesn't belong in the world that the rebels have imagined and…"

The man took a deep breath as Kurt looked at him in absolute horror and disgust, "I applaud him for that. Blaine is one of the bravest, strongest, kindest men I have ever met, I feel very lucky that I have been able to call him my friend."

Kurt looked down, feeling so hurt and alone and afraid. He didn't know who this man was, but now he believed that they had all orchestrated this in an attempt, a successful attempt it seemed, to kill the man he loved. Kurt felt his body falling apart and he sobbed, the sobs coming from the deepest parts of him.

"Hey, Kurt, hey, you can't cry. This isn't the time to cry," the other man said as he pulled off the hood to show that this was Trent. The teenager he had sang with at Dalton, the ray of sunshine, round faced Warbler. "I know it's going to be hard, but it's going to be worse if you cry."

Nothing made this any better.

Kurt knew what Trent wanted to do, but…but…this…Blaine

He wanted Blaine.

He wanted someone he would never be able to have again, be able to touch, hold, love.

"I ju-just wanted to hold him one last time," Kurt shivered unsure how he would go on.

Trent took them down the back of Blaine's hospital and then went into the underground lot before driving up to a brick wall. Kurt looked around, they had to make a turn before they got anywhere right, where was his Blaine. He saw Trent press a button on the wall and enter a code before getting a body scan and then the wall seemed to open in the shape of the Nightbird logo.

Kurt's eyes widened as Trent counted and then drove them in, the wall closing afterwards. They drove down what felt like a very steep, San Francisco style hill, and Kurt's eyes widened as he saw something that looked partly like an amusement park with all the rides taken out and partly like a small town. There were small stores, houses, so much that Kurt couldn't believe could be in the underground…Trent drove up to a heavily guarded area and came out with his information and photo ID.

The guards questioned him at length before allowing him to drive up to what appeared a small mansion. Seriously, how had this even been achieved?

Trent looked at Kurt, gesturing for him to get out the car before he led him into the house, having to pass two more security check points and then they got to a large room that looked like the grandest, most high-tech, most expensive medical room in the world.

And there, in one of the three beds, all taken by people, was his husband. His Blaine.

Kurt felt his nerves build as Trent opened the door to the room and walked in. Kurt rushed to Blaine's bedside where his husband was hooked up to many machines, his body in a cast. "Honey!" he yelled as he dashed forward, "Blaine, please tell me you're alive. Please?" he asked, feeling too dizzy to really get from depressed to happy so fast.

Blaine looked at him, "I can't move my body just yet," he smiled, "I'm so glad to see you alive."

Kurt choked, "You have no idea."