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Summary: Something has happened to Kurt, and it is up to Blaine to figure out what. Can he salvage their friendship? Or will it turn into something more?

Genre: Tragedy, Angst, etc.

Words: 1824

Warning: Language, Abuse, Angst, Rape, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Santana Lopez deemed herself to be the one who kept it real. She just told things as they were. That did not make her a bitch, it made her THE bitch. And she was proud of it.

She was not proud of the fact that it took her so long to see the feelings she had for Brittany. Every-time she was around Brittany, she got butterflies and felt as if her heart was going to come out of her chest . And every-time she saw Brit with Artie, she had to bite her tongue and resist the urge to push him down a flight of stairs. Now though, she had a good distraction, finding Hummel. Although she and Hummel never had a relationship, well never talked, she admired Kurt for putting on a tough front to the bullying. Even if he could act like a bitchy princess sometimes.

She had to admit though, she was worried. Although Santana would never show that she was worried, the truth of the matter was, she did. She would never fully admit it but each of the Glee kids had become family to her. She could relate to them more than she could with the Cheerios. For the first time, she felt warmth, love, and acceptance.

And now someone was threatening to break up her family. And she would have none of that bullshit.

She had no regrets in threatening that creeper Karofsky. She had seen the way that he looked at Kurt before he left. Karofsky was like a dog who had found a new bone. She didn't blame Kurt one bit for being scared. She just wished she had done something sooner. Maybe none of this had happened if some one had stood up for Kurt, at least fought back. It seemed as if people started to notice things when it was too late.

So, instead of spending the weekend looking for Kurt, Santana decided to hole herself up in her parent's cabin. She needed some time to herself. In reality she needed time to think. She loved that her parents had a cabin in the woods outside of town. It was a good place for her to go and think about things, such as Britney and Kurt. Lately she felt as if she had all this pent up aggression. Today she "accidentally" punched Azimo in the stomach after he made a comment about wonderful things were now that the resident fairy was gone.

None of the Glee club members seemed to mind when she said she was going out to the cabin tonight. In all honestly she had planned on searching for Kurt, but she felt as if she was suffocating right now. All of the members nodded in understanding.

It hurt so much, having one of their own missing.

Not knowing if he was hurt.

Not knowing if he was dead.

Every single member had become a shell of themselves. It just wasn't the same. Even though Kurt had transferred he still came by to spend time with them. They were still familia, and that counted for something.

Santana flopped on her bed. It was late and she was exhausted from the drive but she could not sleep. Oso, her father's hunting dog laid next to her, not making a sound as if he understood. At last Santana let herself do what she had been longing to do for awhile. She let the tears come down. Oso whined and nudged her with his muzzle.

Seconds later, Oso got up and moved to the door and whined. She ignored it at first but he continued.

"Oso, what's wrong?" She asked. He scratched at the door as if he wanted to go out. Seconds later she heard a horrifying, blood-curling shriek. Santana sat up and grabbed her father's gun, a flashlight as well as Oso's leash.

"Oso, come here please." Oso moved over when he saw the leash. She put the leash quickly and cocked the gun. She checked her pocket to make sure she had her cellphone and keys. She locked the door behind them and set off. Oso seemed to have picked up something for he took off pulling Santana.

"Espera Oso!" Oso slowed down a little but kept moving. When he got close to a batch of trees he whined and laid down. Santana shed light on the area, squinting slightly, pointing her gun around her to make sure it was safe. Her flashlight gleamed on a unconscious figure right next to Oso, she dropped her flashlight when she was the figure's face. She grabbed her flashlight again and shed it on the figure so she could get a better look. Her breath caught, it couldn't be, could it?

Kurt.

He was naked, save for a towel that was wrapped around his waist. His stomach was covered in blood. His eyes were closed but his face was contorted in pain. His body was a maze of bruises, cuts, hickeys and bite-marks. She gasped and took off her shirt to stop the bleeding. She put a hand to his neck to check for his pulse. It was there, but very, very faint. She continued to use one of her hands to wrap around the knife wound and the other to grab her phone. She was glad that the knife still in, it had probably had caused the blood loss to be less.

Her hand shook as she dialed 911, grateful that out here she still got one bar.

"Hello this is 911 what is your emergency?"

"Yes, my friend, Kurt Hummel, the one that was missing, I found him. He is hurt really bad, please hurry." Her voice shook.

"What is your location ma'am?"

"I am off of Highway 75, close to Botkins and Highway 219. I am in a wooded area, about a mile from the log cabin. Please hurry."

"Ma'am dispatchers are on their way. In the meantime is the victim bleeding? Is he responsive?"

"He is bleeding from a stab wound to the upper abdomen, and no he is not responsive."

"Is the knife still in the wound?"

"Yes, I have pressure around the wound to stop the bleeding."

"Okay what I need you to do is keep pressure on that wound, try not to move him, maybe try to talk to him. Someone will be there soon. Stay on the line with me until I know someone has gotten to you." Santana nodded resting the phone in-between her shoulder and her ear, balancing it carefully. She then used her free hand to touch Kurt's arm.

"It's okay Kurt, everything will be okay, I promise. You are safe now." Tears began to clung to Santana's eyes.

Santana wasn't sure if her words would really mean anything at this point. She then noticed that he was gasping for air as if he was struggling to breathe.

"Um ma'am, he is having difficulty breathing."

"Okay here is what I want you to do. I want you to pinch his nose and open up his mouth slightly and breath in to a count of five. Keep doing that till help arrives. Do not attempt CPR, that may make the wounds worse."

Santana kept on the breathing exercises until help arrived. It seemed to take them forever to get there. She watched as Kurt was checked over and then hoisted onto a stretcher.

"We will be taking him to the Botkins hospital, you can meet us there. Do you have the number of his family to call?

Santana nodded. "Yes." She watched the paramedic finish loading Kurt. She whipped out her phone and called Finn.

"Hello," Finn answered groggily. Santana forgot how late it was.

"Oi, Finnessa, I need to speak to your dad."

"Who is this?"

"Santana, look put your dad on the phone, it's about Kurt." He heard scrabbling on the other line. She waited until another voice answered the phone.

"Hello," came another gruff voice.

"Mr. Hummel, this is Santana from Glee Club. I found Kurt."

He heard a shuffle, it sounded if the phone had been dropped there for a second.

"Is he okay? Where is he?"

"He is on his way to Botkins Hospital. He looks like he is in bad shape."

"We will be right over," and then the line went dead.

She made her way back to the cabin, well more like ran. When she got to the cabin she called a family friend to see if she could drop off Oso. Luckily she knew a family friend nearby, and the friend was still awake, so she did not feel bad about calling so late.

About 15 minutes later, after dropping off Oso, she found herself at the hospital. Even though she knew she probably would not allowed to be in, she at least wanted to stay until Kurt's family arrived.

Personally, Santana hated hospitals. The cleanliness gave a false sense of security. In reality, hospitals reeked of sickness and death. They never really brought any happy memories, just sad. And today was no different. Silently Santana was swearing vengeance on whoever hurt Kurt. There would be no mercy. This person would regret their existence. They could count on it.

She saw a doctor move about and decided to stop him to see if there was any news on Kurt.

"Hi, someone by the name of Kurt Hummel came in here not too long ago and I was wondering if there was any information on him."

The doctor peered down at her. "Are you his family."

"As good as," Santana said.

"I am sorry, any information I have must be disclosed to the family."

"Can you at least tell me if he is okay?"

The doctor sighed and took off his glasses. "We almost lost him after he arrived, he is stable for now and in ICU. He is on breathing tubes right now because he is unable to breath on his home. It does not look good, but we are optimistic."

Santana nodded, feeling tears blur her vision. "Thank you." She sat back down, and waited.

Seconds later, though, she saw nurses bustling past hurriedly.

"Doctor Lee please go to room 503, code red in room 503."

Santana followed the nurses, moving her head down to blend in and get past the nurse's station. She was silently hoping that room 503 was not Kurt's room.

When she caught got to room 503, her breath caught.

Underneath the blankets, was Kurt.

He looked pale, almost deathlike, tiny and frail. All of his visible wounds stood out vibrantly against his pale skin. The machines beeped manically. A nurse was performing CPR on Kurt.

Another nurse came in and pushed Santana out.

"Ma'am I am sorry, you can't be here."

Santana was pushed back into the waiting room by a third nurse.

Santana her laid her head on a chair and cried.

She then did something she had not done in years.

She prayed for a miracle.

Author's Notes: Thank you again!

Spanish Words:

Oso-Bear

Espera-Wait