Chapter Twenty-Two
Alistair had followed Kurt and Elliott, but Spencer had remained behind, talking with Beiste as Blaine spoke with Wes. Both men arrived in the lounge within five minutes. Wes was already making arrangements to get Kurt a new phone, while Beiste contacted their hacker to see if they could track the call made to Kurt's phone.
Elliott stayed with Kurt until Blaine came up. "Are you okay? I don't think I've ever seen anything get to you that bad, not even the bullying in school."
"Maybe because I thought that now that I'm older I wouldn't have to still be dealing with bullies. I thought by now the world would have grown up some."
The taller man sighed and ran a hand over his face. "Unfortunately, there will always be someone out there. But for every asshole that tries to hurt you, remember, you have many more people who will fight back for you."
Kurt suddenly froze as a thought occurred to him. "Elliott, what am I going to tell my dad?"
"You know Wes has probably already called him and told him you'll be getting a new phone number, and that he will have it first thing tomorrow morning."
"That's all well and good, but I don't want my dad to get all worked up. And this...this can't be kept from him, but what's to keep him from putting his foot down and coming out with his flamethrower now?"
Elliott pushed him down into a chair and began to massage his shoulders. "First, you know there is no way any airline will allow him on a plane with a flamethrower, even if he checks it. And second, Burt knows that if he comes out here, it will only add to your distress. And if that isn't enough to keep him home, Carole will duct tape him to his recliner and set the TV to ESPN."
That pulled a small smile out of Kurt, who had a hand in Raja's fur as the big cat had immediately laid his head in Kurt's lap. "I just really want Blaine right now."
Elliott smiled. "Always the bridesmaid, never the bride," he quipped. "Blaine will be here as soon as he finishes dealing with Wes and Beiste."
As if summoned by the mention of his name, Blaine rushed through the door to the suite.
"Blaine!" Kurt cried. He made grabby hands for him, like a little kid might, but he didn't care. All he wanted was the man he loved to take him in his arms and never let him go right then.
Blaine pulled him up into his arms. "I'm sorry, babe, I know this is tearing at you. But I need you to be strong for a while longer."
Kurt clung to him tightly, trying to hold back the tears, but he didn't really think he could do it anymore. "I love you so much. I'm never saying goodbye to you."
"Never. I won't let you leave even if you wanted to. Wes and Beiste have a plan, but it all depends on you. Can you be strong and listen to what they have to say?"
"Can I just have a moment alone with you first?"
Blaine nodded, and looked over at Elliott. "Would you excuse us?"
Elliott just smiled at them. "Of course, I'll let Wes and Beiste know to give you a bit."
Kurt let out a sigh when the door closed. "I hate this. I hate being scared. Even when I got that death threat in high school, I wasn't this scared. I hate feeling weak."
Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his and Raja nuzzled between their legs. "Listen to me, Kurt," he said gently. "You are not weak. You have a limit, a very high bar, but you do have one. Look at how much you've had thrown at you recently, and you still pushed forward. I am so proud of you. And I am so happy to call you my boyfriend. But this isn't some teenage high school threat. This is something very serious that's already been acted on. You have every right to be scared."
Kurt leaned forward and rested his forehead against Blaine's. "When we find whoever is doing this, I want ten minutes alone with them to kick the crap out of them. You can help if you want."
The curly haired magician leaned in and kissed him solidly on the mouth. "God babe, the idea of you kicking the crap out of someone is kind of hot. No scratch that, it's insanely hot."
"You only say that because you've watched one of my kickboxing workouts and seen me all sweaty afterwards."
"So what if I'm biased? I have the hottest boyfriend in the world. I should feel so lucky."
"No, I have the hottest boyfriend in the world. Okay, I'm ready to talk to Wes and Beiste now."
Blaine leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to Kurt's forehead. "God, I love you," he said, smiling at him. He released him long enough to go to the door and poke his head out. "You two can come in now."
Wes studied Kurt closely, noticing the even paler skin than usual, and the slight tremble in his bottom lip that he was trying to hide. Wes had always admired Kurt's strength, and to see him so vulnerable filled the manager with a silent rage on the younger man's behalf. "I know this has been very hard on you, Kurt. But we have a plan that should put an end to this bullshit."
Kurt stood with Blaine's arms wrapped around him protectively, looking from Wes to Beiste and back again. He trusted them both of course, but it didn't mean he wasn't apprehensive. "Okay, what's your plan?" he asked, voice steady despite how shaky he felt.
"First off," Beiste said, "I'm going to make sure absolutely no harm comes to you and your kitty, pumpkin."
Kurt wasn't so sure that was reassuring or not, but he just nodded his head.
Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt just a bit and pecked his cheek. "It's going to be okay Kurt, we promise."
"I'm listening," he said, and Wes laid out the plan. When the older man had finished laying out the plan, Kurt was feeling slightly less confident. Not because it was a bad plan, but because it was actually a really good plan, if they could pull it off. He swallowed hard before he replied. "I'm in."
…
They initiated phase one of the plan during Tuesday night's performance. They'd explained this part of the plan to the other assistants, and they'd understood, although Kurt felt a little guilty. Part of the plan would be for him to have more stage time, making him more noticeable. They wanted the person making the threats upset by pretty much putting Kurt front and center, as if thumbing their noses at the unknown threat. On most nights, Kurt appeared in one fifth of the numbers. That night he was in one third of the acts.
They ended the show with the family friendly version of the mannequin water dance illusion with Kurt. Once the curtain came down and the two men exited the stage, Kurt was enveloped in hugs from Quinn, Tina, and Rachel.
"While old Crazy Tina might be jealous right now," Tina said, "I'm actually really happy for you Kurt. You were amazing tonight. I mean, I know the whole point was to make you a bigger target in this bastard's eyes, but you really are incredible when you work the stage like that!"
Kurt smiled at her. "I'm not going to lie, it's kind of nerve wracking, the whole idea, but if they think it's the best way, then I'm going to hold my head high and carry on."
Rachel crossed her arms and frowned. "I can't believe someone would hate you that much. Even when I thought you were an asshole, I never really hated you."
"They're only pushing you front and center because they know it will get a rise, seeing as the person making the threats wanted you to quit and disappear. It's a great tactic to lure them out," Quinn said.
Kurt smiled again. "Let's hope it draws the cockroach out of the shadows."
"And then we can squash them like the bug they are," Rachel said, nodding her head firmly.
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daisylovesblaine: Awesome show tonight! And Kurt was awesome! I wish I was that flexible!
KurtHummelRockstheMagic: Wow, Kurt really dominated the stage tonight!
blueandhazellove: Kurt really knows how to put on a show! He may even have upstaged Blaine just a little!
SmellsLikeAdamLambert: You go, Kurt! So sexy!
BlaineKurtElliott: Now that is how you make a comeback after missing a few shows! Great job, Kurt!
RajasRagina: I don't usually pay attention to anyone on the stage but Raja, but Kurt really had it going on tonight!
BDAnderson: Damn, I need a cold shower…
IStanKlaine: My beautiful Klaine, together on stage, as it should be!
backslashdelta: Whoa, Five back handsprings into a roll out? I took gymnastics for years and never managed that! Awesome job, Kurt!
coffeeorderwrites: I don't know who keeps leaking these video clips and photographs, but please, don't stop! The world must know just how incredible GlaszandPorcelain and BBlackwell are!
klainedreams34: Two words, Holy damn!
grlnxtdr29: I wish I could have Kurt Hummel come and clean my house just so I can secretly drool on him. Never mind, forget I said that…
blaineys-boogie-shoes: jkdhoidojpj! Damn, how does Kurt get those pants on?
…
By Wednesday Kurt was feeling super anxious. He'd been monitoring the Twitter feed all night, half expecting that Disillusioned name to pop up. He knew Wes and Blaine were certain Sebastian was the one behind everything, but what if they were wrong? This whole plan was based on the assumption that Kurt getting so much attention would grate on Sebastian's ego, and cause him to force his hand early. But if Sebastian wasn't behind it, then they were dealing with an unknown, and who knows what they would do?
It had been awesome having Mercedes open the show for them, and he'd even gotten to dance with her when she sang Hell to the No, his favorite song of hers. He'd really missed her the last few months. They'd gone to high school together, and now with them both on tour, they had very little time to spend together. After her performance, he'd only had a moment here and there between illusions to talk with her, and couldn't wait until after the show when they could relax and have a drink together with everyone else.
They were almost to the intermission, and Kurt had been in all but one illusion so far. He was strung so tight, he wasn't sure how he'd managed not to make a mistake yet. At the moment, he was backstage, drinking a bottle of water. Blaine was on stage, about to perform an illusion Kurt wasn't a part of. Or so he thought.
"Okay, I need a volunteer for this next part." He looked down at someone in the front row, and smirked, pointing at the tall man sitting there. "You, sir. Would you come up on stage, please?"
The man stood and came on stage, and Kurt frowned. What was Blaine doing? That wasn't part of the illusion they'd had scheduled. The man joined Blaine center stage.
"What's your name?" Blaine asked. The tall man smiled.
"I'm Finn."
Blaine smiled and turned back to the audience. "Okay, I have a confession to make. Finn isn't exactly a regular volunteer. I've known him for a couple of years now. For those of you who don't know, Finn is Kurt's brother. I know, hard to believe, brothers! I've invited Finn up here because today is a very special day. Kurt, would you come out here?"
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at Quinn, who was supposed to be in this illusion. She just laughed and gave him a push out onto the stage. Blaine laughed, and turned back to the audience.
"Kurt probably thinks that because of everything that has happened over the last few days, that we forgot his birthday. But we haven't. So please help us wish Kurt a very happy twenty-fifth birthday!"
The audience cheered and applauded, and Finn went backstage to help Rachel roll a large cart out on stage. The cart was covered by a large, rectangular silver dome.
"Happy Birthday, Kurt!" Blaine said, moving to the dome. "We got you a cake!" He lifted the silver dome, only to have everyone gasp in shock. There was only one slice of cake under the dome. The rest had been eaten. Blaine looked up at a guilty looking Finn. "I trusted you," Blaine said, a mock glare on his face.
"Sorry, dude. I was hungry!" The audience laughed nervously at the exchange.
Blaine let out a put upon sigh. "I can fix this." He recovered the cake, knocked three times on the dome, and then lifted it off again. This time there was a large cake with lit sparklers on it. The words Happy Birthday, Kurt! were spelled out in blue icing that almost matched the color of the auburn haired man's eyes. The audience laughed and cheered again, and Rachel began to sing Happy Birthday, with everyone else joining in.
Blaine turned back to the audience. "It's time for intermission, but there is plenty of cake for everyone in the lobby! Enjoy, and we'll see you back in thirty minutes!"
Once backstage, Kurt was in tears, but happy ones this time. "You guys! You didn't have to do this!"
Blaine wrapped him in his arms. "Of course we did, love. You've been through so much and have been so stressed out lately, that you deserved a little sweet attention. Not just from me, but from all of us, right guys?"
"Definitely," Elliott said.
Mercedes smiled and kissed his cheek. "My Boo deserves all the love."
Raja nudged his leg, looking up at him adoringly.
Kurt was wiping at the tears that were streaming down his face, but the smile he was wearing was the brightest one he'd had for a long time. "I love you guys," he said, reaching down a hand to stroke Raja's head.
"Aw, even us crazies?" Tina teased, hugging him.
He hugged her back tightly. "Tina, I love the real you. And don't ever call yourself crazy again."
She laughed. "Well, I am crazy about Mike. Thank you again." She kissed his cheek as well.
Mike had the biggest grin on his face. "That goes for me too, man. Thank you for making this possible."
Kurt beamed at both of them. "Hey, I know a great match when I see one." He glanced towards Finn and Rachel, a small smile flickering across his face. "But you're welcome. I'm happy it worked out."
Rachel blushed as Finn put his arm around her shoulders. "So, who are you going to play matchmaker for next?" Rachel asked.
Kurt giggled. "Well, since Elliott won't let me find someone for him, and Quinn and Sam seem to have figured things out for themselves," he said with a teasing look towards the stagehand. "I think Wes could use a little love in his life, don't you?"
Tina snorted. "I would give any girl willing to put up with Wes long enough to fall in love with him a million bucks, if I had it."
Kurt exchanged a knowing look with Blaine. "I'm not sure any girl would do."
Tina raised an eyebrow. "You think Wes is into guys?"
"I've known Wes a long time," Blaine said. "He's never admitted it out loud, but he's totally into David."
"David, the bus driver?" Rachel asked, shocked. "Does David know?"
"Wes and David have always been best friends. And David does know, but he's never said anything. You know how he doesn't like putting people in awkward or uncomfortable positions. Wes has to come to him first," Blaine said.
"Yes, and we all know Wes will never make the first move. But I have a plan. I just have to wait for the perfect moment to put it into action," Kurt said.
"What's your plan, dude?" Finn asked.
"First, don't call me dude, Finn. And second, I'm not giving anything away. But I will tell you all when the time comes."
"Just shove Shang Li and Will Smith Jr. in a broom closet and don't let them out until the sexual tension goes through the roof," Santana quipped.
Quinn just rolled her eyes. "As much as I love a good love story, keep me out of your matchmaking plots. They may be good TV Movie fodder, but in real life they rarely work out."
Kurt's eyes widened in surprise at her words, and then he couldn't help the flash of hurt that shot across his face as he looked at Blaine. With all the negative emotions lately, he knew she didn't mean it that way, but it almost sounded like she didn't think he and Blaine would work out.
Blaine, who knew the woman better, knew she wasn't referring to them, but rather her parents' efforts to put her and him together when they were teens, as well as the only other relationship she had besides Beth's father. Before she'd agreed to go out with Blaine, another friend of their parents had asked Quinn to go with her son as his date to a dinner dance at the country club. The boy had seemed nice enough at first, but when he found out that Blaine was her best friend, the boy had made many rude comments about the 'weird boy who played with rabbits.'
"I hate to break up the party," Artie said, rolling towards them. "But there are only fifteen minutes of intermission left, and none of you are ready for the second half. Oh, and happy birthday, Kurt, yo!"
"Shit," Kurt suddenly cursed. "Thanks, Artie, on both accounts." He turned to look at the rest of them. "We better get ready guys. Especially Quinn! Break a leg out there, girl!"
"Bad choice of words," Quinn teased, rubbing her hip, and the others all laughed.
"You'll be fine," Blaine said. "We've run through it a dozen times in the last few days without any problems."
"Come on," Tina said, taking the blonde woman's arm. "I'll help you with the wings."
…
As the curtain rose for the second half, Blaine stood center stage, holding a small clear box. He took a few steps forward into the light and held the box up. One of the camera operators moved in for a close up, and on the big screen, people could see a cocoon inside the box, suspended from the top panel of the clear plastic.
"Life is all about the little things. And of course, all about the big things," Blaine said. "Some people say you should always take it one step at a time, but in many cases life comes at you fast. Take me for example, one minute I'm practicing card tricks in my basement, and the next, I'm on a national tour with major illusions and a whole cast and crew of performers."
The audience murmured curiously among themselves, wondering where this was going, as the excitement of something new built among them.
He smiled at them all. "It's precious, you know. Life is fragile, and you have to milk every last drop. Every moment, good or bad can be beautiful. And the good ones, whenever something great happens, make you feel like you can soar, unravel your wings and fly. Kind of like a butterfly."
He turned away from the audience then, and moved to a rather large platform, about three feet off the ground, and climbed the two steps up. Very carefully, he set the small box dead center of the platform. Once he was satisfied with the placement, he stood once more and faced the audience, the box directly between his feet. He raised his arms slowly above his head, and a curtain began to rise all around the platform. It rose well above Blaine's head, stopping just short of the rafters. It hung there for a heartbeat, and then dropped dramatically back to the floor.
Where the tiny box once was, a now much larger clear box was in its place, with Blaine standing atop of it. Inside, a giant cocoon was suspended from the roof. As a beautiful melody from a flute began to play, the cocoon began to open slowly, as Blaine moved gracefully around the top, looking down below himself.
Soon, Quinn emerged from the cocoon wearing a vibrant yellow bodysuit with patches of sky blue and accents of large pink rhinestones that sparkled like dew drops in the spotlights. She seemed to hover upside down for a moment, before two wings unfolded from her back. The wings were a pastel rainbow of colors that stretched out behind her.
Blaine made a motion with his hand, turning it from palm down to palm up, and slowly, Quinn rotated until she was right side up inside the box. As the reedy flute music continued, Blaine seemed to guide Quinn through an aerial ballet within the box. She moved in ways that seemed to defy gravity, with no evidence of wires or anything to keep her suspended in the air. The clear plastic box gave no clue as to how the woman could move within its confines, and the audience awed and oohed in amazement, until Blaine knelt on top and opened a small door in the roof. He slid down inside the box with Quinn, also defying gravity as the two of them danced together briefly in mid air.
As the music reached its crescendo, Blaine looked sadly at Quinn, and moved to the opposite side of the box, and once more raised his hands above his head. The curtain rose again, hiding the box from view, before dropping on the final note of the song, revealing the small clear box once again, only now, instead of a cocoon, there were two butterflies fluttering around inside.
There was a beat of silence before the audience erupted into cheers and stood from their seats, giving the illusion a standing ovation.
Backstage, Kurt was hugging Quinn. "That was amazing! The audience loved it!"
Elliott picked her up and swung her around. "I'm so proud of you, dear cousin!"
Blaine joined them a moment later, also hugging her. "I knew you could pull it off!"
She beamed at all three of them. "That felt incredible! And Blaine, your decision to join in the aerial ballet was brilliant! The audience were so surprised, most of them are now probably convinced we really did turn into butterflies!"
That gave Kurt an idea. "That does present a small problem with moving on with the show," he said.
"Oh, and what should we do to fix that?" Blaine said, unable to resist the urge of kissing the paler man.
Kurt just grinned, and whispered his plan into the man's ear. And then he turned back to the rest. "The audience thinks Blaine's a butterfly, so, let's be more convincing." He called to Sam and Artie. "Don't let the stagehands take the box off stage and Sam hand me that long curtain from the prop table please."
Sam did as requested, as Quinn and Elliott gave Kurt curious looks.
Kurt grinned at Blaine, Quinn, and Elliott and walked out on the stage with the curtain in his hands. "Hello everyone!" he called, waving to the audience, a small smile on his face. "What did you all think of that last illusion, wasn't it fabulous?"
The audience cheered and applauded, some screaming in the affirmative.
The blue eyed assistant approached the small box with the butterflies. "Well, as beautiful as it was," he said, picking the box up and examining the small creatures. "It did kind of leave us with a fluttering magician." He grinned and glanced down at the front row. "Finn, would you mind if I borrowed your seat for a moment?"
The tall man shrugged, and stood.
Kurt made his way down the stairs and set the box in the seat. He looked towards the camera crew. "I know this is short notice guys, but can I get a close up on the seat please?" The camera shot showed the seat on the close up screens. "Perfect! Sound people, drop me a beat!"
A synthesized beat began to play, and Kurt immediately began to shimmy to it.
"Alright, everyone clap along!" Kurt shouted and the audience began to clap. Kurt took a moment to dance a bit with the curtain, improvising on the spot, before he draped it over the chair. He twirled a few feet away and pushed his hands out towards the seat. "Are you all ready?!" he shouted.
"Yes!" the audience shouted.
"Let's do it!" Kurt twirled again and danced a bit longer before he grabbed a hold of the curtain and pulled it off, revealing Blaine sitting there and holding the box with just one butterfly left inside.
The audience scrambled again, cheering and clapping. Blaine laughed and shook hands with a few people sitting around him, before standing and shaking Finn's hand.
Kurt ran back up the steps of the stage and took a well pronounced bow. Blaine followed him a little slower. "Thank you for bringing me back, Kurt. You know, you'd make a good magician in your own right. Just don't go pushing me off the stage so you can take my place any time soon," he teased.
The auburn haired man just grinned at Blaine and winked before he bowed again, and sashayed off the stage.
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sugarandfeyst: OMG! Kurt Hummel did magic all on his own tonight! He's just as amazing as BBlackwell! Happy he got to celebrate his birthday on stage!
BlackwellsmyDaddy: Great job Kurt! Did Blaine teach you how to do that? I want to learn magic from him! Guess he taught you because it's your birthday!
yadivagirl: Happy Birthday, Kurt!
RainbowsandRibbons: Happy Birthday, GlaszandPorcelain
KurtHummelRockstheMagic: I knew my boy was magic!
lestersbonnet (Formerly Kina4eva): Happy Birthday, Kurt! Great illusion! That butterfly in the box was breathtaking!
ItsANewDay (Formerly IShipBlina): Happy birthday, Kurt! I'm really happy for you! And Blaine, that butterfly trick...OMG So beautiful!
lucy8675309: Quinn was amazing in that illusion! Glad to see her getting back into the magic again! And Happy Birthday, Kurt! Love you too!
KingRaja: Hrun, chuff mreow! (Translation; Happy Birthday! Where's my cake?)
Starchild: Happy birthday to my best friend!
MjonesSings: Happy birthday, white boy! Was fun dancing with you on stage tonight! And getting to see Blaine perform was honest to God Magic!
LucyQFabray: Happy birthday Kurt! Love you!
AsianMagic: Happy birthday, Kurt! Thank you for being a good friend!
RachelBerryGoldStar: Best wishes on your birthday, Kurt!
Thattireguy: Happy birthday, Kiddo! Love you!
MomStepmomNurseCaregiver: I'm sorry we couldn't be there with you to celebrate, Love you! Happy birthday!
FootballMechanic: Happy Birthday, Dude!
WMontgomeryMngmt: Happy Birthday to Kurt Hummel. May he celebrate many more!
BlaineKurtElliott: Happy Birthday, Kurt! I would have sent you a present, but I didn't think it wise with security heightened around you right now, but if I see you in San Francisco, I might try and get it to you!
BlackwellsNumber1Fan: Happy Birthday, Kurt! We have Raja's enclosure all ready for when you guys get back to Vegas!
BBlackwell: Happy birthday to the greatest assistant a magician could ever have, and the kindest man I have ever met!
klainedreams34: Happy Birthday, Kurt!
grlnxtdr29: Happy Birthday, Kurt! Love you! And I got tickets for BOTH of the Saturday shows in Vegas! YAY!
GlaszandPorcelain: Thank you all! You guys just made my week a whole lot better! I love you all!
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Kurt glanced down at his phone, frowning. The show had ended almost an hour ago, and the car that should have been waiting to take him back to the hotel still hadn't arrived yet. Blaine hadn't wanted him walking back and forth, even with an escort. Elliott had taken Raja with him earlier, not wanting the cat to get upset if anything should happen. He felt like a sitting duck, waiting there alone on the street.
A town car finally pulled up in front of him, and he expected the driver to get out of the car and open the door for him, as usual, but no one got out, so he took a few steps closer. Suddenly the back door sprang open, and arms reached out to grab him. Kurt let out a little yell of surprise.
"I warned you! Told you to get out and disappear, but you are too stupid to listen!" Sebastian yelled in his face as he struggled to pull Kurt into the back seat.
"You're the stupid one," Blaine shouted as he, Wes, Beiste, and half dozen armed security personnel and another two dozen police officers appeared out of nowhere.
Sebastian stared up at them with a cold expression. "What the hell is this?" he said. He still had a firm grasp on the back of Kurt's jacket.
"This is what is known as a sting," Wes informed him. "Let go of Kurt and get out of the car, now!"
The meerkat sneered and suddenly pulled something out of his pocket. He pulled Kurt tighter to him and the flash of silver hit the moonlight as he pressed it to the pale man's neck. "Back off, or I slit his throat."
Blaine froze, terror gripping him, but Beiste and the armed personnel moved a step closer. "Are you a friggin idiot?" Beiste said. "You got more than two dozen guns drawn on you, and enough witnesses to put you away for the rest of your miserable life, and you pull a moronic move like that? I know dead pigs with more brains than you!"
Sebastian simply pressed the blade of the knife a little harder against Kurt's neck and the blue eyed man's face became so pale it looked ashen. "You think I care about that? This little twink ruined my life, my career, and my future husband! He has to pay! I gave him the chance to escape with his life and he chose to ham it up instead! So this is on him, not me!"
Kurt's eyes locked on Blaine's, and he mouthed 'I love you.' Blaine nodded in understanding, just before Kurt made a sudden jerk forward, then slammed his head back into Sebastian's nose. He twisted the wrist that held the knife until he heard the bone snap, and the fingers went limp, the blade falling somewhere unseen below the seats. It all happened so fast, the police officers took a moment before they rushed forward, one of them pulling Kurt out of the car and shoving him behind him.
Kurt threw himself into Blaine's arms, clinging to him tightly, as Sebastian let out a distorted cry of pain. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Kurt kept repeating over and over again.
Blaine held him tight, until Wes pointed out that there was blood on Kurt's throat. He pulled back and looked down, seeing the half inch long slice in Kurt's pale neck. "Oh my god, Kurt! We need to get you to the hospital!"
"I'm okay," Kurt choked out. "It's just a knick. I probably don't even need stitches."
"Are you sure?" Blaine demanded, and Kurt nodded, but then he went limp in Blaine's arms, losing consciousness.