As I followed him I racked my brain thinking of what they could have talked about that made Kurt so upset. I fixed my eyes on the car in front of me slowly pulling away.

"God, I hope he slows down. It's way too dangerous to be driving that-". I stopped. I looked in horror as the car swerved left and right, just barely missing an oncoming car. As the other car laid on his horn, Kurt's car ran into the guardrail and started rolling down the hill. I slowed just enough so I could safely slam on my brakes. I quickly got out of the car, not bothering to make sure no other cars were coming.

As I made my way down the hill, following after the car, I took out my phone shakily.

"911 operator. What is your emergency?" The voice on the other side asked.

"Car crash. Uhhh, in the forest outside Lima. To be honest I have no idea where we are." I said in a panic. How could I not know where we are?

"O.k. sir, can you calm down for me?" I nodded thinking she could see me. I kept running down the hill. When will this hill end?

"Sir? Are you still there?"

"Y-yes. I'm still here. I-I'm about 15 minutes away from Lima." I stopped for a brief second, and looked in the direction we were headed. "15 minutes south of Lima." I said as I continued to run down the hill, tripping over a few stumps while I was at it. Thank God for those navigation classes my dad put me through last year.

"O.k. sir. We have found your location. Police and an ambulance will be there shortly."

"Oh my god." I stopped in complete horror at the scene in front of me and I dropped my phone.

I heard a distant voice, yelling. "Sir? What happened? Sir? Are you still there?"

I couldn't comprehend my surroundings or anything. It was too horrible.

The car was smashed in every direction. It resembled more like a car in a junk yard, rather than his expensive black one. The windows were broken, glass everywhere. The car itself was upside down, a wheel still spinning in mid air. Somehow, my brain connected to my feet again and I walked forward. As I walked closer to the scene, I passed the bumper, and a windshield wiper.

As I looked around the car, Kurt was nowhere to be seen. He was nowhere in the car. A single tear slid down my cheek. "No." I scolded myself. "He's here. I'm just not looking hard enough. He's here and he's alive."

I kept looking back and forth until there I saw a porcelain white hand lying there, lifeless.

"Kurt? Kurt!" I exclaimed running towards the body. I looked in and I could see his body. He was just sitting there, eyes closed. His face was all scraped up, covered in red. "Kurt?" I asked, hoping he would wake up. To tell me he's alright. I looked at his chest. It slowly but surely, made its way up and down. He was alive. I smiled at the thought. There was hope. I was too busy fighting through my tears to notice red, blue and white lights, and to hear sirens. I held onto his hand for dear life, pleading for him to wake up.

Strong hands were placed firmly on my shoulders and yanked me up and out of the way. I tried to resist but the hands were too strong. A policeman guided me away from the accident. I insisted that we stay close in eyesight. I wanted to make sure Kurt got out of there. The man in uniform asked me questions. The uniform reminded me of Kurt's Officer Krumpke.

"Sorry, I can't help but pull focus."

I answered questions slowly. I tried to get my brain to think so they could have everything they needed to help Kurt.

Ten minutes went by and finally they pulled the tall, slender boy out of the car. As they lifted him onto a stretcher, I could see it all. The way his head just fell backwards, the way his arm and leg was bent at a weird angle, proving them to be broken. I ran to the side of the stretcher and took hold of his hand. I pleaded with him. "Please wake up. Please." All I received in response was the simple rise and fall of his chest. As they wheeled him up the hill, I never let go of his hand. I never took my eyes of him.

"Excuse me? Are you family?" the paramedic asked quickly.

I lied. "Y-yes. I'm his brother." I knew the lie would let me ride with him to the hospital.

We climbed in the back of the ambulance and sped off. They tore his shirt to show his bare chest. They placed a heart monitor on it, as it still rose and fell. I ran my hand through his hair. I looked at my hand and noticed red. The paramedic handed me a towel, seeing my horrified face. He stared at me for a few seconds, making sure I was alright before returning to hook an I.V. in and continue making notes.

We finally arrived at the E.R. and were greeted by nurses and doctors. The one that looked to be the oldest of all of them shouted out orders.

"O.R. stat." He said.

O.R.? Operating room?

As they took my Kurt away, I was held back by familiar hands. Similar ones from the scene of the crash. For the first time since the accident, I fell apart. I grabbed at the man's shirt and sobbed. He pulled me in, obviously having done this quite a few times. I cried into his shoulder for what seemed like an hour. He gently pushed back saying something about calling my parents.

Somehow I made my way into the waiting room. I took out my phone, shaking and dialed the Hummel's number.

"This is Burt."

I let out a sob.

"Hello? Who is this?" There was a pause. "Blaine? Is that you?"

So many questions. Where to start?

"Y-yes. Burt, Kurt. Car crash." I fell onto a chair sobbing again, unable to control the tears coming from my eyes.

"Blaine? Are you at the hospital?" Again, a pause of silence. "Blaine, please speak to me." Burt said his own voice cracking. I heard keys in the background.

"I'm at the hospital, yes." I answered trying to take control of myself.

"I'm on my way."

I hung up and sat there. Elbows propped on my knees, hands folded in front of me, my head down staring at the floor. I tried to forget the images that played throughout my head. The way he looked at the Lima Bean, the crash, his limp, almost lifeless body. I couldn't control any part of me. I didn't even notice when Kurt's family showed up. As Burt came slowly to sit next to me, he put a hand on my shoulder blade. I looked up. Tears in both of our eyes, we just stared at one another. Finally he asked the question I was dreading to answer to his family.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

I started from the Lima Bean and continued through the whole story, somehow not breaking down anywhere. Nothing was said afterwards. We all sat in silence, Burt's hand still resting on my shoulder as I bent over once more.