PROLOGUE:
Kurt could feel Blaine's warmth against him. It was the same warmth that had made him feel so safe at Dalton. The same warmth that protected him from the ironic homophobia of Korofsky in their earlier years at McKinley. This thing, so simple and figurative, was a source of strength and comfort to Kurt. It was one manifestation of their undying love for each other.
Blaine's shoulders were cradled gently in the crook of his arm, but it wasn't the kind of cradling that was often paired with affection. At this moment, the feel of his body close to his own was not one of comfort, but of fear.
Kurt glanced upon his lover's face. Usually it was full of joy, hope, and understanding. These emotions beamed from his gorgeous honey-colored eyes regularly. However, they did not exude joy in this very moment. At this moment his eyes were hidden behind shades of red, blue and purple, sending messages of confusion and searching for answers that Kurt could not give.
Kurt could not bring himself to look anywhere else at this point. He was too consumed by fear and guilt to survey the horrific scene before him. He just continued to look into Blaine's scared and pained eyes. His breath was not steady and relaxed as it often was. It now came in the form of ragged, painful gasps. Those honey-colored orbs widened ever so often to express his overwhelming terror.
Kurt wanted so much to reassure Blaine. He wanted to tell him that everything would be okay and this was all a bad dream. He wanted to tell Blaine that all he had to do was close his eyes and when he opened them again, he would be awake in bed next to him like nothing had ever happened. Oh, God, if only they could turn back time.
Kurt's eyes began to examine the situation further, as his gaze followed the buttons from Blaine's open collar to the middle of his chest. Normally his eyes would be met with the image of carefully pressed garments, neatly arranged to complement this man's figure. The light blue button down shirt had been deliberately chosen that morning because Blaine knew Kurt loved it. However, he hadn't anticipated that, hours after putting it on, the blue material would be stained in the crimson hue of his own blood.
