Author's Note:

Hey, bouncing babies.

I know this is really short, so I'm gonna post 2 chapters tonight.

Yay, excitement.

But yes, enjoy the next chapters.

As soon as they were in the building, Nick and Andy were trying classroom doors to see if they were open. The ones they encountered were lock.

"Open up, please, it's Andy Crawford, Nick Walsh, Kurt Hummel, and Blaine Anderson. Please open up." Andy kept saying over and over again.

Finally, a door opened just a crack. Mr. Rackson reluctantly peered out. Andy, Nick, Blaine, and Kurt were standing in the hall. Blaine had taken his blazer off, waded it up, and held it to Kurt's bloody face.

"Are they out there?" Mr. Rackson whispered.

"No." Nick said.

Rackson opened the door wider, and the boys hurried in.

The classroom burst into concern at the newcomers.

"Holy shit!"

"Is Kurt okay?"

"What happened?"

"Who died?"

"Is that a real gun?"

Andy looked down at the rifle he was holding. Blaine hurried Kurt over into a chair and held his bloody blazer in place under Kurt's nose. Everyone crowded around.

"You guys, give them some air. Back up." Nick said, waving them back.

"What happened to Kurt?" Rackson asked, hurrying to Kurt's side.

Blaine removed the blazer from Kurt's nose, revealing that it was crooked.

"They caught us outside—" Blaine started.

"Why in the hell were you boys outside?" Rackson asked.

"Never mind that!" Blaine said and continued. "They caught us outside. It was Rocky Valderez who has been terrorizing the campus. His friend bashed his gun into Kurt's face."

"Well, it's clearly broken," Rackson announced. "Kurt, I'm gonna try to set your nose back so that when it heals, it'll heal back into it's original shape, and it's gonna hurt, so brace yourself."

Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and gripped it. Blaine gripped it back.

While Rackson was setting Kurt's nose back to normal, Blaine stroked Kurt's cheek as he whimpered in pain.

"I'm right here, Kurt. I'm staying right here and I'm not going anywhere," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear and Kurt's grip on his hand tightened. "I'm right here."

Kurt sat tucked under Blaine's arm as they sat in the corner of the room with Nick and Andy. Everyone else was sitting around, no longer worrying over Kurt, but still tense and alert. Kurt's nose had stopped bleeding, and Rackson had put something on his nose to keep it in place. Andy started fumbling with the strap of the rifle.

"You know how to use that thing?" Nick asked Andy.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, I use to go hunting with my dad all the time, but we never used anything this hi-tech," Andy said. "My dad had this same model in his office, but he won't let me touch it." Andy examined the rifle. "I—I think it's a sig… Sig five-sixteen…? It's a nice assault rifle."

"Geez." Nick replied.

"Sounds scary." Kurt hoarsely murmured. Blaine quietly chuckled and gently brushed his fingertips against Kurt's cheek.

"Yeah. I actually watched my dad use it at the shooting range. It's insane." Andy said.

Kurt eyed the gun that had made contact with his nose; the butt still had a little bit of his blood on it.

Nick scooted closer to Andy and they began talking quietly about the barrel size of the gun.

Blaine continued to stroke Kurt's cheek until Kurt sat up straighter and laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. He started playing with Blaine's fingers.

"I'm confused." Blaine suddenly whispered into Kurt's ear, low enough so that no one else can hear.

Kurt put his lips close enough to Blaine's ear. "About what?"

"About… about us."

"Why would you be confused?"

"I—I'm just… you said that you were gonna break up with me this morning." Blaine winced.

Kurt lifted his head up off of Blaine's shoulder, surprised. He looked at Blaine. "H-how did you know about that? Did Wes—"

"No, no he didn't."

Kurt opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Instead he shook his head. "I don't think we should talk about this right now," He finally whispered. "I mean, look where we are right now."

Blaine sighed and looked into Kurt's eyes. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry."

Kurt shook his head. "Don't be, Blaine."

Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him in for a light side hug. Kurt didn't want him to ever let go.

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