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Author's Note: Ok, those were some wonderful reviews, so I decided you guys deserved the chapter that I promised. ;D Good news, if I get some more of those awesome reviews that you guys give me, I just might again respond with a quick update. ;D I try to write when I get a spare moment. Tis a busy life in the life of Casey. ;P

-Casey

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Everett77 – I am so evil with my cliffhangers. Lol. To tell you the truth, I write them because I enjoy reading them. Lol. I learn from experience. ;D I'm glad to hear that my fatigue doesn't affect my writing. -.^ I think the majority of this story has been written in the late hours of the night…so I guess fatigue is the best time to write! Lol.

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Chapter 15. "Of Blood and Hospitals"

The silence after the gunshot was deafening. Dave Karofsky stood out in the grass in shock of what he had done. He hadn't meant for it to go that far.

"K-Kurt? I don't h-have any time to explain. I-it was Karofsky and you need to get help. Please, help me, Kurt!"

Dave's breath became loud and rough as he clenched his fists in indisputable anger. Blaine saw his face begin to color into a dangerous shade of red before he charged, knocking the phone clear out of his hand. He wrapped an arm around Blaine's chest and held him in the tightest grip he could form. He felt suffocated; the grip was nearly cutting off his oxygen supply as he gripped at Dave's arm with both hands and even then he couldn't pry the offending limb away.

"Let him go, you mother-"

Jeff wasn't able to finish his sentence before Karofsky growled into Blaine's ear and held him tighter almost taking him off the ground completely with the one arm.

"How could you do that, Blaine? Huh? I warned you what would happen if you disobeyed me and believe me, I won't hold back on your benefit any more. This time it won't be just you in that hospital; Kurt's going to have a one-way ticket to join you!"

Blaine tried to swallow back the bile that was forming in his throat from the choke hold he was in. He wanted to say something, anything to get Karofsky to calm down so that he would allow him to breathe, but it was impossible; he couldn't breathe let alone attempt to form words.

"He can't breathe! What the hell are you doing? You need to let him go!" Nick shouted in alarm as he started to race towards Karofsky to try to pry his arm away from Blaine's throat, but he stopped dead in his tracks when Dave pulled an object from the waistband of his jeans and pointed it straight at Nick. Blaine felt his eyes grow wide. Dave had a gun? Where the hell did he get a gun? His father perhaps, but that really wasn't the point; he was already unstable-adding a gun into the mix wasn't going to end well.

"Don't you come any fucking closer," Dave warned as he backed further away.

"OK, OK, let's be calm here," Nick reasoned as he raised his arms in surrender. "Put the gun down, man. We don't need to resort to that."

Karofsky let out a dark almost maniacal laugh, making no effort what-so-ever to lower the deadly object. "Oh we don't do we?"

"We really don't, dude. Just put it down, please? We can talk about this," Jeff weighed in from behind Nick mirroring his stance of surrender.

"We won't be doing anything. I have Blaine and now all you have to do is walk away," Dave stated, starting to walk backwards with Blaine. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but Dave was managing to cut off even more of his air supply.

"Please just let him go. You're strangling him! Let's all calm down so we can discuss this calmly and-" Jeff was cut off by a wail of anger from Karofsky.

"We won't be discussing anything! Blaine is coming with me and no one is going to get in the way of that! Now why don't you both get out of my face and get the hell out of here?"

"We can't, he's our friend and we can't walk away from that. What could he have done to you to deserve all of this?" Nick questioned gesturing at Karofsky who had released his hold ever so slightly allowing Blaine to steal short breaths.

"What has he done? He's captivated me! I can't eat, sleep, or breathe without thinking of him! He's put his fucking fairy spell on me and now I'm completely fixated! No matter what I do, I can't get him out of my head...he's my reason for being! He's mine!" Dave yelled back as he was choking back sobs. They weren't entirely convincing, but they really demonstrated how unstable he sounded.

"All right, we understand. But can we please just put the gun down? You're scaring him," Jeff responded as he looked at Blaine who was gripping onto Dave's arm tightly in fear as he watched the banter between Karofsky and his friends.

"I need him to be scared! He has to be! It's the only way he'll fucking listen to me!" Dave screamed, tightening his hold on Blaine. "So how about this, huh? You two prep school douche bags turn around and walk away now and then no one will get hurt?"

"Still can't, man," Nick responded with a shake of his head.

By this time, many Dalton students and faculty had made their way outside to find out where all the yelling was coming from and looked on in shock at the scene unfolding before them: The gun, the neanderthal holding it, and the suffocating Blaine being held captive. No one dared approach out of fear; however, a few had run off before Dave noticed their presence to call the police. Others just tried to make sense of the situation; no one knew what to do. Dave noticed the onlookers and immediately began to panic. He didn't know how he was going to get out of this.

"Son, how about we put that gun down?" Blaine recognized the voice as Mr. Graham his English teacher call out trying to calm the situation.

"Yeah? Well how about I don't?" Dave spat back as he turned the gun and held it to Blaine's head in a panic. He was running out of options.

The tension in the air got thick as no one knew how to go about handling this sudden move by Karofsky, who was right in the middle of plotting his escape route with Blaine when he heard whispering and realized instantly that it was coming from the boy held tightly in his arm.

"Please...please. Just let me go, please…"

Dave gritted his teeth feeling his panic subside and his anger took over once again. He then proceeded to let out a roar of anguish.

"You don't want to be with me, Blaine? Is that right?" Karofsky accused, waiting in the hope that he had heard incorrectly. Blaine couldn't possibly have meant what he thought he heard him say.

Blaine didn't answer back, all he did was close his eyes as a few tears slipped out from the corners of his eyes.

Dave growled when he didn't receive the response that he was looking for. "Well, if you won't be with me, then no one can have you!" With that, he actually let go of Blaine, surprising everyone. "I want you to drop down to your knees in front of me right now!"

Blaine, not knowing what else to do silently obeyed with tears still streaming down his face as Karofsky kept the gun level with him as he followed the order he was given.

"I want you to tell me that you don't want to be with me!" Dave screamed the demand at the highest octave he was capable of.

Blaine didn't say anything, he just knelt silently and watched as his tears splashed into the grass beneath him. The cooler fall weather was causing the grass to begin to die. Blaine thought back to how beautiful it was once spring had arrived as the snow began to melt. All of that beautiful green; now it was dying a slow and merciless death.

"Say it!"

Blaine flinched at the loud scream that had wrenched him from his thoughts. This was it; he took a deep breath and responded in barely above a whisper, "I d-don't want to be with you."

Dave let out a heart wrenching sob as the sound of a gunshot sounded.

It all happened before anyone could even react. No one had wanted to approach Dave in fear of him doing something like this; no one had enough time to talk Dave down and get the gun away from him before the trigger was pulled. Dave stared down at Blaine who was dying right in front of his very eyes. He hadn't meant to pull the trigger; he was just so upset and his grip on the gun was too tight. He fell to his knees, effectively dropping the gun. He crawled over to Blaine who was fighting to stay awake and was blinking back tears from his eyes as he struggled to breathe.

"Blainey-bear, I'm so sorry, please forgive me…" Dave whispered.

The life was flowing out of Blaine as every drop of blood was spilling from his chest and turning the dying grass into a deep shade of red. He silently wondered if this was what it felt like to the grass when it was dying. Was it this painful? He could hardly focus on anything than the searing pain in his chest as black spots began to dance in front of his eyes. He had hoped that when he died it would be a lot more peaceful and it would be Kurt's eyes he got to look into as he took his final breath. Life was cruel with the hand it had dealt him as Karofsky's eyes were the last thing he wanted to see when he made his peace with death.

He attempted to swallow but found that he really couldn't. His vision was starting to become unclear as every breath he took caused a burning sensation to erupt in his chest. He felt sick at the numerous apologies Dave was uttering as he was attempting to staunch the flow of the blood. He was looking at the blood as if he could pick it all up from the ground and get it back into Blaine somehow.

"Someone call an ambulance!" Someone yelled in the far distance. Blaine couldn't figure out who, but it didn't matter.

"Y-you did this."

Dave turned his attention back to Blaine making direct eye contact with him. He looked devastated and truly apologetic, but Blaine really couldn't find the decency within himself to feel any pity.

"R-rejection is a p-part of life, Dave," Blaine struggled to speak. "Y-you can't m-make people like y-you. E-even if you s-shoot them."

Karofsky stared as he listened to Blaine's words. He looked like a part of him was understanding, but there was that other part that was trying to convince him that Blaine's words were some sort of lie.

"Y-you're going to h-have a v-very unhappy life and y-you d-deserve that."

Blaine wasn't used to saying such horrible things, but what did it matter? He was dying. He was sure that if there was a God he couldn't possibly fault Blaine for speaking the truth.

"Blainey-Blaine," Dave corrected as he chewed at his lip. "I-I please, d-don't die...I need you."

Blaine let out a soft chuckle that was ceased by the sharp pain that shot through his chest.

"And I need K-Kurt and m-maybe he n-needs m-me too. Y-you never considered t-that did y-you?" It was getting harder to understand Blaine as he was growing weaker and weaker by the second.

Dave looked as if he was about to speak, but Blaine began coughing roughly, effectively silencing Dave before he spoke. Blaine coughed and coughed, depleting whatever remained of his oxygen. The burning in his chest was like liquid fire as he gasped out one final breath before darkness began to cloud his vision.

Dave remained crying over Blaine as all of the blood stained his Letterman jacket. There was so much blood. All Dave could see was all of the blood. He didn't remain there for long as Nick and Jeff seized the moment as they registered that Blaine was losing consciousness. The two of them both took one of Karofsky's arms and dragged him away from Blaine.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!" Dave kept shouting over and over again in hysterics. He was caught and he knew it. He didn't want to go to jail, but more importantly, he didn't want Blaine to die. He still firmly believed that he could have made Blaine see how much he truly loved him.

"Please, Blaine, wake up, wake up!" Dave screamed trying to get up from where Jeff held him down, but he couldn't get up.

Nick ran back over to Blaine, placing his hands on the bullet wound where Karofsky's had been before.

"Blaine, stay with me, you have to stay awake!" Nick said urgently, trying to keep Blaine's focus on him.

Blaine shook his head slightly. It was so slight that if Nick hadn't been directly looking at him, he would have missed it.

"Blaine, please, just stay with me, buddy," Nick urged as he tried to get the bleeding under control. It was pretty ineffective at this point, he had lost too much blood.

"N-nick," Blaine whispered.

Nick's eyes softened as he gazed into his dying friend's eyes.

"Yeah, Blaine, it's Nick. We're not going to let him hurt you anymore, OK?"

Blaine smiled lightly as his eyes began to close. "H-he can't h-hurt me anymore."

Nick's eyes widened and his heart began to race in panic. "No, Blaine, no! Keep your eyes open, man! Come on, stay with me, here!"

Blaine didn't do as commanded, but he did whisper one last thing as he lost consciousness, "Tell K-kurt I l-love him."

Kurt chewed at his fingernails sitting at the police station. He had run as fast as his feet would carry him after the gun shot he heard over the phone and found his way straight back to Officer Lindlowe's desk. He had completely ignored the woman at the front desk, which he would have felt worse about if the circumstanced had been different. He informed Officer Lindlowe of what he had overheard from the phone call which caused her to spring into immediate action.

"Officer Burke," She called out, grabbing her badge and other items off her desk. "Sir, we've gotten a confirmation of the suspect in the Blaine Anderson case. The student we were suspicious of, David Karofsky has been identified as the perpetrator."

"Lindlowe, we just got several calls of a shooting over at Dalton Academy; we have to go now. They already have an ambulance on route," Officer Burke replied walking briskly past her desk.

"That's where Dave is, I heard the shot over the phone!" Kurt spoke up feeling his stomach drop when he had heard the word ambulance.

"Were there any injuries or casualties?" Officer Lindlowe asked her partner, dreading whatever answer she might receive.

Officer Burke sighed; he obviously didn't want to deliver the news in front of Kurt. "Blaine Anderson was identified as the victim," He shot an apologetic look to Kurt, as both of the officers made a mad dash for their car leaving Kurt standing alone in complete shock.

He felt the color drain from his face and felt every limb of his body become numb. Blaine was shot. He didn't know what to do, but he couldn't remain standing. His knees gave way and he went toppling to the floor. Kurt couldn't see anything; his vision was blurred from the tears falling freely from his eyes. He could hardly breathe as he tried to piece together everything in his mind. Blaine was shot. All he could think about was Blaine dead on the ground his last memory being with Karofsky and being scared to death; the worst part of it was: Kurt wasn't there.

A few officers ran to his aid, picking him up from the ground and managing to get him sitting upright in a chair.

"Son, are you all right?" The female officer tried to get through to Kurt, but Kurt wasn't responding, he just continued to stare forward as he was lost in his own mind. "Someone get some water, please!"

"Someone needs to call his father, he's in shock," Came another officer's voice.

Kurt paid no attention to any of the hustle and bustle around him; they had tried to get him to drink some water, but the cup remained clutched in his hand untouched. He didn't even know how they managed to contact his father; he had to figure that it had to have been by looking through his cell phone that he had dropped to the ground once he had heard that Blaine had been shot.

"Kurt, Kurt!" Came Burt's panic stricken voice. Not 10 seconds later did Burt have Kurt enveloped in his arms as he held his non-responsive son.

"What happened?" Burt asked the officer who had been tending to Kurt.

"There was a shooting over at Dalton Academy and from what we understand, the victim of the shooting was Blaine Anderson," She explained carefully.

"Oh god…is he—"

"From what little knowledge we've been given, he is not a casualty, but the situation remains rather bleak. We don't know much yet; we've only heard over radio that the perpetrator was caught and arrested. That's the only information I'm aware of at this time," She responded, wishing she had more information to give.

"Thank you," Burt responded, as he focused his attention back onto Kurt, "Kurt, I'm going to take you home now, son."

Burt had managed to get Kurt to stand, but once he noticed that Kurt wasn't walking, he gathered him up in his arms and carried him out of the police station. He hadn't carried Kurt in years; it still surprised him that Kurt was still as light as he was. In any other situation, it would have seemed weird to be carrying his 17 year old son out in public, but at this time, he could care less what it looked like, his son was in shock.

Once he got Kurt into the car, he buckled him in and closed the door. He wasted no time getting into the car and once again wrapped his arms around his son.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry you had to hear all of that. I'm sure Blaine's—"

"I don't understand…"

Burt was taken by surprise as Kurt spoke for the first time since he had arrived. He pulled out of the hug to find Kurt shaking his head as tears streamed down his face.

"You don't understand what, Kurt?"

Kurt kept shaking his head but surprised Burt even further as he began to shout, "Blaine never hurt anyone! He never deserved any of this shit to happen to him! I thought Karofsky was getting better, then he does this to Blaine? Why?" Kurt's voice broke on the last word as the tears effectively silenced him.

"Karofsky…." Burt knew that name. That kid was the reason that Kurt had been driven out of McKinley in the first place. That kid had threatened to kill his son, yet everyone seemed to take it as an empty threat. He knew that neanderthal wasn't to be trusted and now look where they were. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Kurt needed him now, he couldn't be enraged over the Karofsky kid at this very moment, he needed to be calm and take care of his son.

"Kurt, I'm sorry, kid," Burt said softly as he held Kurt in his arms. This time, Kurt grabbed onto his father and held him tightly as he sobbed into his shoulder. Burt just rubbed calming circles on Kurt's back as he kept saying, "Shhh," to try to calm him.

After a few moments, Kurt let go and sniffed. He turned around in the passenger seat to face forward and simply said the words, "I need to get to the hospital, Blaine needs me there…"

Burt didn't even respond, he turned on the ignition and drove straight to the hospital without another word.

Kurt was so sick and tired of hospitals. He never wanted to see a hospital again after this; he had spent way too much time in them. He had hoped that the last time he had to be in one was when they initially had found Blaine, but here he was yet again, sitting in the same hospital with his dad and Blaine's parents. It was as if they never had Blaine back and were back to a month ago when they sat and waited for the doctor's to explain what had initially happened to Blaine.

The one difference was now they knew who had done it: David Karofsky had taken Blaine and had abused him and raped him. Kurt felt his heart burn with anger at the jock that had the nerve to even talk to Kurt when he had had Blaine all this time. He kept insisting that Blaine was dead and there was no hope of getting him back. He had the audacity to speak to Kurt about how he hoped Blaine was doing better. He fought to keep his lunch down. The very thought of Karofsky being the one to do all those things sickened him to his very core.

It was true, he had suspected Dave, but he never wanted to believe that it was true. Kurt expected a lot of awful things to come from him, but he never thought that Dave could truly be capable of all of this.

"I knew it was a bad idea to send him back to school," Mrs. Anderson sobbed into her tissue as Mr. Anderson held her in his arms. "If we hadn't let him go, this wouldn't have happened…"

Kurt looked over at her taking in her sorrowful appearance; her eyes were red rimmed from all the crying and mascara had cascaded down her face leaving streaks of black from her tears.

"Blaine wanted to be brave," Kurt responded softly. "He's always so brave even when he's scared to death; that's something that I love so much about him and also can't help but hate."

It was true. He knew how self sacrificing Blaine was. He didn't want to put anyone out of their way for him and he wanted to be brave for everyone by going back to Dalton. Blaine was scared of being alone and wanted to get back to a normal life, but he first and foremost went back just so he could prove to everyone that he could.

"I just want my baby back," Mrs. Anderson sobbed again, burying her face into Mr. Anderson's chest.

"We all want that, honey and if I know my son, he'll pull through this…he has to," Mr. Anderson responded trying to put on a brave face for his wife; like father like son. Mr. Anderson was scared to death with the possibility of losing his only child, Kurt could see it in his eyes but he was trying to be strong for his wife.

It was then that the doctor had finally come out to speak to them. Kurt gazed up and felt his heart clench. He prayed to whatever existence there was above that the doctor didn't come out to say the worst. Kurt couldn't take it if he did…

Dear God, am I evil or am I evil? 3 cliffies in a row? That's got to be a record! I'm such a jerk! Lol. But hey, normally when I post cliffies such as this and I get excellent reviews like I got this last chapter, I am normally pretty quick on the update! *Wink, wink, nudge, nudge* Lol, love you lots, guys, let me know what ya think!

-Casey