The couch was old and lumpy, but Kurt didn't mind, he was used to crappy stuff, his small body fit into it well, and it was enough to be there in Quinn's living room as she listened to him pour his guts out. She had earlier explained that she and Blaine were back to just being friends, though she left out why, and avoided Kurt's questions skillfully. Secretly, Quinn was hurt by the loss of her boyfriend, but she loved her friends too much to get in between any of that. She laughed inwardly at the sight of Kurt strewn out on her couch, gums flapping about school and home and of course, Blaine.

"But anyway Quinn, I just don't know what to do." Kurt grumbled. Quinn smacked her gum and looked at him.

"Tell 'im." She replied simply.

"Tell him what? 'Oh Blaine, we've been best friends for seven years and now I'm going to potentially ruin it all by telling you that I had to go and FUCKING fall IN LOVE WITH YOU'" Kurt huffed. However, he hadn't seen Blaine come into view in the door frame behind Kurt's couch implanted head. Blaine stood there, mouth agape, trying to sort out the thoughts in his head enough to come up with some form of legitimate words.

"Uhh..." Blaine started, and Kurt spun around rapidly to face him, blushing fiercely. He put a hand over his mouth and rammed his head back against the wall, swearing under his breath. Quinn remained seated across the room, eyes wide at the scene playing out in front of her.

"I...got to go..." Blaine stated, turning on his heel and rushing out of Quinn's house. Kurt waited a moment until he could see Blaine heading left towards his house, before starting for his own to the right. Thanking Quinn quickly before rushing out.

Quinn remained in her living room sighing. "This is going to be harder than I thought..."

Quinn walked the distance to the cliff happily anticipating the events that would play out in the next moments. It had been three days since her living room and she had invited both of her friends to the cliff to talk. Neither knew that the other would be there. She sat lightly on an old swing and swung her legs back and forth dramatically as she waited for the arrival of her friends.

They both arrived at the same time, coming from different directions and each turning red at the sight of the other. Quinn beckoned them both over with a smile and they hesitantly stumbled over. Neither had anything to say.

"Hey guys." Quinn said pleasantly. They both gave her a small, weak smile. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Well it's apparent that last times events weren't forgotten." She said delicately.

"I...I don't like this." Blaine stated quietly.

"I knew it, I KNEW you'd do this," Kurt exclaimed before Quinn could respond.

That's why I couldn't tell you, I didn't want to, it's not my fault you don't FUCKING KNOCK."

"MY FAULT!" Blaine exploded. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE A FUCKING FAG-!" Blaine said, failing to catch himself for a second time. Kurt's eyes welled up with tears and his face impossibly turned even redder. "You promised!" He said, and ran out of the park, leaping over the chain link fence and sprinting away again.

Quinn put her face in her hands.

"Moron..." She said quietly glaring at Blaine. "How mean can ya get? S'not his fault who he loves, he never did anything bad to you, and you go and blow him off twice and call him all that mean shit." Quinn pouted.

"I-I'm...sorry." Blaine said quietly, mouth twitching back and forth to a frown. "I fucked up...I'm just confused..." Quinn shook her head.

"Go find him and fix it."

"I-I can't..."

"Then get used to being lonely...I'ma go find him..." Quinn briskly sat up and walked in the direction Kurt had run.

Blaine stared blankly off after her.

The clock hands moved excruciatingly slowly as Kurt watched, open mouthed, waiting for the class to end. It was the last day before break, and Kurt just wanted to go home. He had been avoiding Blaine for two days, once Blaine had tried to talk to him, beginning with a small "hi", but Kurt snorted, and responded sarcastically,

"I'm sorry was I being a little too faggy just then?" and walked away from him. It tore up Kurt's heart to do such a thing to him, but he felt like Blaine had just hurt him too much to do otherwise.

Finally the bell rang, and Kurt started towards his next class when he heard someone gasp. He turned, there were few people in the hallway, but one of them bore a shiny metal piece, loaded and aimed and a brunette girl who's name he thought was Rachel, who rose up her arms, dropping her books. It was Sam Evans who held the gun, shakily turning to aim it individually at each person in the hall. Kurt did not have time to process who else was there, he too raised up his arms in shock.

Sam was the dorky kid who everyone picked on. Kurt had heard stories like this, but never expected...

Kurt was frozen, he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't move and he couldn't make a sound. He could faintly hear girls shrieking, one gunshot, blood curdling scream, red. Then Kurt saw it, the glint of the gun as it was turned and aimed straight at him. Kurts eyes grew, but he couldn't move, he tried everything, panicking inside himself, move dammit! The there was a whoosh of black as he heard the gun shot, and felt something collide with his body, knocking him to the ground...something too big to be a bullet. Kurt forced his eyes opened and stared at the shield crushing his small body. There Blaine was, strewn out on top of him, staring at him lazily through half lidded eyes with a goofy smile. Kurt was in shock, and he could feel warm liquid seeping onto his leg from the giant wound in Blaines leg. Not knowing what to do, and caught up in the moment and shock, Kurt raised his head slightly and pressed his lips gently at first, then firmly against Blaine's. Blaine was still at first, but began responding after a moment, working his lips against Kurt's. Kurt ate this up for all it was worth, being against his love and kissing him so passionately, tasting his saliva mixed with the combination of their tears. Kurt slid his tongue in Blaines mouth and forced all the gratitude he could muster into that kiss, the kiss Kurt put all of his heart and soul into, not knowing when it may happen again.

They heard a small cough behind them and looked. A police officer was standing there, in front of a medical team equipped with a stretcher. Kurt had missed all that had happened in his moment of lust, and instantly felt a rush of relief when he remembered what had brought them to this in the first place. His relief was instantly replaced by worry when the realization hit him. Blaine had been shot! For HIM. More tears began to fall down Kurts face as he sat on the floor, watching as they took a passed out Blaine away on the stretcher. Kurt remained there until the officer forced him up, to go be checked and questioned by the medical personnel and police. But he couldn't pay attention to them, all he knew was that he had to get to the hospital to make sure that Blaine was okay. He sighed once more as the thought of Blaine gave Kurt girly little butterflies in his stomach.