(A/N) Thank you all for the reviews and favorites and follows! I really appreciate it. The main plot will start to take off here soon, as I'm trying to take things slow so this story doesn't get too confusing. It will have to be in some parts, though. It is a mystery, after all:)

"Are you sure you don't wanna go home sweetie? You've been here for three days!"

"No. I need to stay here, with him."

That's weird. I can hear everything, but I can't see or move.

"Okay, suit yourself. Mr. Hummel, you are staying too, I assume?"

"Of coarse I am."

I heard a sigh and the clinking of heels walking out of the room. Wait, why was my dad here? Where am I?

"You must love him a lot, you know? To stay in this room for so long."

"I do. I love him with all of my heart. He is my fiancé, after all."

Blaine. Blaine's here. Blaine's alive.

I tried to move, to get up and hug him, but I couldn't feel any part of my body.

"Do you think he'll wake up any time soon?"

"No way to tell. The shot was pretty brutal."

Shot! Had I been shot?! I tried to remember what had happened, but I couldn't think straight.

"Burt?"

"Yeah?"

"What if...what if he doesn't wake up?"

"Blaine! I'm here! I can hear you!" I tried to scream. However, my lips didn't move, and no sound was made.

"I'm not sure, kid. But we can't afford to think like that."

"I just feel so guilty! None of this would've happened if it weren't for me."

"Blaine, you can't blame this on anyone. How were you supposed to know that a gunman was going to barge into your school and cause trouble? Don't throw this all on yourself."

"I know I don't have anything to do with the shooter, but I made this happen. If I wouldn't of texted Kurt practically begging for help, we wouldn't be here."

Is that what Blaine thinks? That this is his fault? Clearly it isn't. I wish I could tell him to stop worrying about me so much.

"Yeah, you're right. But you could be dead. Look, the doctors say that he will probably make it out of here, possibly with no damage done. With that said, you did the right thing, Blaine. I know that it would've killed Kurt if you died in that shooting. Kurt is my son, and I know he will be okay. I'm just happy that everyone is alive."

Possibly no damage? These crazy doctors better not put me into any surgery that will alter any visible part of my body.

"Burt, I just feel so guilty. This could have killed him."

"Well, it didn't. At least, we're 90% sure that it didn't. He will be okay, Blaine. I have a feeling that soon, this will just be another memory."

I wish I knew for sure that wouldn't die. However, my head had just began to ache, very badly at that.

"What if it causes any damage to his brain? I could never forgive myself."

"Did you shoot him?"

"What?"

"Did you shoot Kurt?"

"No! Of coarse not!"

"Then you aren't to blame."

"I just wish this wasn't reality..."

The voices started to fade away, until again, everything was black.

Beep. Beep.

A steady beeping noise was magnified through my ears. Where it came from, I had no clue. Where I was, I was also unsure of.

The last thing I remembered was a voice. Blaine's voice.

The beeping seemed to speed up ever so slightly.

Blaine was screaming for help, that was it! Then I had opened the door and...

The beeping noise got louder, and faster. eventually, I was being shaken awake.

My eyes bolted open and I shot up, breathing in fast, heavy pants.

"Kurt! Kurt, calm down!" Blaine's voice said to me. I took his words into his consideration and looked around the room I was in, which happened to be a hospital room. I turned my head back to Blaine, who was still holding me down to the patient bed.

"Kurt, I can't believe it! You're okay!" He said as he nearly crushed me with a hug.

"I'm okay? Don't you mean you're okay! Blaine, you were in the choir room, and there was blood, and-"

"I know, Kurt. I was the one in the shooting. But you are the one that saved me."

I saved him? How on earth did I save him? I can't remember anything past the blood and darkness of the choir room.

"I saved you? How?" As soon as I asked, Blaine's face fell.

"Oh Kurt, it was horrible! I was screaming at Mr. Shue and then the gunman found us and I just felt so guilty and then he was about to shoot me when you opened the door and-"

"Whoa, honey, slow down." I stopped him. "So the gunman was about to...you know...and then I opened the door and saved you how?"

"Yes, that's what happened. And then, once he heard the door open, he turned around and fired his gun. It hit you on the side of your head, just grazing the edge of your brain. If he would have fired it just a little closer to the right..." His voice cracked and he ducked his head into my shoulder.

"Blaine, it's okay. I'm alright. He didn't do any real damage." He only cried harder into my shoulder. He mumbled something, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Honey, speak up. I can't understand you." He lifted his head up, which was red and covered in tears.

"We-we don't know if he-he didn't do any d-damage to you. But he d-did do damage." He barely whispered the words he stuttered before he broke down in tears yet again.

"Blaine, it's gonna be okay. We'll get through this." I comforted him, stroking my fingers through his hair, which now had some curls popping out from his gel.

"We might! But Mr. Shue won't! And Jake! Or Marley! Or Sam-"

"Blaine, what are you..." It took a minute to realize what Blaine had meant. It wasn't possible that...all of them could have...

No.

"B-blaine? Are all of the people you just named...dead?" I asked with a shaking breath.

"I don't know! They were all shot! I had to watch them get hurt, hear them scream and yell in pain! I can't un-see it, Kurt! All that replays in my head is the image a a bullet going through your head! Or Mr. Shue's heart!"

"Oh my God, Blaine! Mr. Shue was shot in his heart!?" I couldn't believe it! Mr. Schuster, everyone's favorite teacher, the one who taught us all to fight for what we believed in, was shot in his heart? That could have been a fatal shot. In fact, it probably was.

"Kurt. Oh Kurt, he was the worst! The gunman shot him first, and before anyone could realize what had happened, he was...gone..."

Tears began rushing down my face. Blaine had watched Mr. Shue get killed!? Was he really dead?

"Mr. Shue is like a second father to me. I don't know where I would be without him, or without glee." I stared Blaine straight in the eyes, which were red and puffy from crying. "A-are you sure he w-was dead?" I asked him.

"Yes, that was the only death I'm positive of. After he was gone, I blocked everything out, or at least tried. I still heard more gunshots. Tina texted me a couple days ago about the others who were injured, since I was the only one who refused to see any of them."

"Why didn't you see them? Blaine, that could've been your last chance to see some of them!"

"I've been here, for all three days you have. I would never leave you, Kurt. I've been worries sick."

I pulled Blaine into an even tighter hug. I couldn't believe that he would stay cramped up in this tiny room just for me. He was so sweet, but out of his mind at the same time.

"What did Tina say about them?" I asked.

His eyes got wider and he began to stutter again. "C-can we please not t-talk about that now?"

"Sorry, Blaine. Of corse not."

"Kurt? You're awake!" I saw my dad walk into the room, with a couple of granola bars in his hands. Before I knew it, he too had me in his embrace.

"Oh son, I was so worried about you!" I looked up to meet my father's eyes, which were brimming with tears.

"I'm okay, dad. Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened!? Are you kidding me? Kurt, you are in the hospital! You almost died!" My dad's face started turning red, and I felt his temperature rising against my skin.

"Dad, I know. But calm down before you get another heart attack and end up where I am."

He laughed. "You've always been the brave one out of the family, Kurt. Just like your mother."

"Excuse me Mr. Hummel, Mr. Anderson? I'm afraid you both need to leave. We need to run some tests on the patient." A nurse came in, interrupting our conversation.

My dad sighed, and hugged me one last time before leaving the room. Blaine came close to my face, giving me a short, lingering kiss on the lips.

"I love you," he whispered.

"Love you too," I replied, as he stood up and walked out of the room.

"Hello, Mr. Hummel. I'm nurse Ann. I'll be your nurse for the remainder of your stay." The nurse greeted.

Ann was a tall, blonde woman who looked as if she were in her mid-twenties. I was a little frightened by this; she could very well be a new nurse and have little experience.

"Call me Kurt," I smiled up at her.

"Okay, Kurt. We'll just be running some tests on you. As you are probably aware, the shot to your head was a very serious shot, and you could still have some complications."

I gulped. "What do you mean by complications, exactly?"

"We aren't sure That's what these tests will show, hopefully. Now we're going to have to put you to sleep for a short while so we ca-"

"You're putting me to sleep!?" I started to breath heavily again. I've never liked being put to sleep, not after the time I was put under when I was six.

I had just learned to ride a bike. Like any normal kid, I thought I could go faster than I really could. I ended up crashing into a lemonade stand that just so happened to have glass cups.

I ended up cracking my head open. The doctor said that he needed to put me under to make sure there was no glass inside of my head.

It's not the 'going to sleep' part I'm really afraid. That all went fine. Apparently, they hadn't given me enough anesthesia to keep me through to whole surgery. I woke up to find them still poking through my head.

"Yes, but not for long. Just to get a quick look at your brain." she explained, dragging me back into reality.

Doctors rolled a small table into the room. My eyes met the anesthesia mask almost instantly. A male nurse picked it up, carrying it above my head.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hummel. You'll wake up at it will be like nothing ever happened." The nurse lowered the mask on to my face, making me breath in the fumes, which made my nose tickle a bit.

"Call...call me...call me Kurt," I stammered, slowly losing consciousness and falling into, yet again, complete darkness.