Staring at the place where the bullet hit Blaine, now a big red blood stain is growing, until there is too much blood and it drips from his pants onto the floor. 

Rapidly, Blaine drops to the floor. The sting of pain in his leg brought him out of balance, and his hands were too occupied to catch him up. Like a ragged doll his body drops, head banging on the concrete floor. After that, Blaine doesn’t move. He lies, hands slightly bended over his head, gun still in his hands. The right side of his head on the cold, concrete floor. A small stream of blood appears from under his head.

One teardrop drips from Kurt’s eyes and finds its way to his hand that isn’t covering his mouth. The wet feeling on his skin wakes him up. Blaine is hurt and is in grave danger.

Danger. The gun. He still holds it firmly in his hand. He looks at it, for a split second, and then runs. As fast as he can he runs out of the room, through the hall, to Blaine.

His heart beats in his head, but he is determined. This is what has to happen. His mind is racing with thoughts, but there are none that matter to Kurt. One thought is all that counts. Blaine.

He runs and runs, it merely takes a few seconds at the speed he is at, however it feels like it lasts forever.

When he is in the room, everything seems to stop. The man who shot Blaine is slowly walking towards the motionless body that lies in front of him. He holds his gun up and is ready to finish the work.

The man doesn’t see there is another person in the room. Pinned to the floor and not really knowing what he should do. But Kurt is smarter than that, he knows he shouldn’t show it.

Slowly, Kurt razes his gun. He tries to shake as little as possible.

“Drop your weapon.” Kurt says, voice shaking, aiming at the man.

As the man turns around, Kurt’s grip on the gun tightens. “I can do it. This has to be done. I can do it.” Kurt repeats in his mind.

At the sight of Kurt, the man, who still has his gun in the angle to shoot someone who’s on the ground, smiles. Not a small smile of happiness, but a genuine smile of amusement.

The smile grows and grows, until it turns into laughter. The man’s gun eventually dangles loosely in his hand.

Nailed to the ground, Kurt has his aim on him. In once second, one moment, everything will be right again. Blaine will be safe and so will Kurt.

Mind blank he inhales deeply. He lets his muscles relax and as he exhales, he pulls the trigger.

The sound is louder than Kurt expected. Everything is quite now. The laughing has stopped. His thoughts have stopped.

The man’s gun falls, just before he drops on his knees. Both his hands go to the red stain in his chest, right in his heart. In a matter of seconds, his hands are covered in blood.

Kurt’s grip on his weapon has loosened, but his aim is still on the man, now staring at him.

His eyes are so different from Rachel. With her all the life was gone in her eyes, yet with him there’s still some left. The little life that’s left, it’s all  focused on his murderer. His gaze doesn’t leave Kurt.

Eventually, he falls. He lies on his stomach, dead. A pool of blood appearing from under him.

Kurt hasn’t moved since he walked into the room. He stares at the man. Someone he just has killed. But it was okay, it was good. He did it to protect Blaine.

Swiftly, he moves to get over to him. He kneels next to Blaine. With his head on his back, he hears a heartbeat. Blaine is still alive.