Kurts lips formed a perfect o that Blaine helplessly chuckled at, even though he tried to bite his tongue to hold down the noisy clucking. Blowing at the soapy wand, Kurt crossed his eyes so he could see a clear bubble working its way off the end of the stick. When a puddle of liquid plopped to the ground, he immediately dipped the wand back into the container and feverishly jabbed it in and out, trying to collect all the soap he could. He brought it back up to his lips and blew again, his cheeks turning pink as he lost all the air in his lungs. Blaine smiled again at the way that he looked just like a little fish, his lips puckered and his cheeks two tiny bubbles on either side of his face. Kurts mouth fell open when the first bubble floated away from him, drifting through the light breeze that had settled down from the strong winds. Blaine batted it away when it got dangerously close to him, but it still landed on his nose and popped, splashing him with a few dots of soap.

Scratching at his nose that suddenly tickled, he heard Kurt giggling as if that was the funniest thing he had ever seen. After a long morning of running around like maniacs with their kites in hand, theyd gone back inside for a few sandwiches, then come back out only to discover that when they pushed their kites toward the sky, they only fell back down again. So Kurt had darted back up to his bedroom to find another game to play, and hed been urgently puffing at the soap for the last ten minutes, trying to get a bubble to appear. Panting for air after all of that hard work, Kurt flopped onto his back and squirmed around on the warm grass as if that would help him get his breath back. Blaine reached down for Kurt and took the bubble container from his hand, bending over Kurt as he blew through the hole. A little bubble swished down to that pink face, and Kurt laughed when it popped on his cheek, a sudden splash of coldness on his warm skin.

Blaine loved watching those tiny, pearly teeth glisten up at him, those red lips stretched into a perfect and beautiful smile. Rubbing the cool wand against the tip of his nose, Blaine grinned when he wrinkled it, and he bent to kiss the wetness away. Kurt sat up after Blaine lifted his head, and he stole the wand away from him again, dipping it back into the soap. He watched the liquid drip off of it, but he hated to waste good bubbles, so he boosted himself to his feet and twirled around in a circle. "Yay!" He cried when bubbles started shooting out of the wand, and as he got dizzy, he stopped spinning and pounced at the bubbles that were flying up towards the clouds. Clapping his hands a few times and catching some bubbles between his pink palms, Kurt bounced and shrieked, "How fun! Pop! Pop!" He raced away from Blaine, clear dots forming a force field around him, like nothing could touch him through that wall of soap that trailed behind him.

When he tired of running, he whirled back around and tumbled through the line of bubbles, bursting them as he went. Suddenly plopping to the ground, Kurt looked at him from across the yard, those blue eyes shimmering with excitement. Blaine gasped when they playfully narrowed, an expression that couldnt be mistaken for anything but a whirlwind of energy that was about to hit Blaine. Scrambling to his feet, Kurt skittered across the yard as fast as he could go, and Blaine felt the air knock out of his chest. Kurt shrilly giggled as Blaine caught him in his arms, and he decorated his face with kisses, then he was off again.

He disappeared around the corner of the house, and Blaine wasnt sure what he was doing, but within seconds those blue eyes peeked out at him. Blaine realized that Kurt was trying to play hide-and-seek. Getting to his feet, Blaine followed him to the edge of the house and heard a high-pitched laugh from somewhere around him, so Blaine peered in all the places nearby, behind every bush, every tree stump, every flower. He jumped when something brushed his shoulder, and he whipped around, only to find a few bubbles being fanned toward his face by another gust. Rushing around to the front of the house, Blaine narrowed his eyes when, from around the other side of the house, there was a little squeak.

Trying not to stumble over the fallen twigs but rushing to be with Kurt again, Blaine skidded around the other side of the house, only to not find Kurt. He frowned, pausing in his frantic hunting to think of all the places where a little Kurt could be. Prowling closer to the biggest tree in the yard, Blaine circled around it, but he found no Kurt! Glancing up when something fluttered through his hair, he grabbed a soft petal and looked at it. Another one dropped to his hair, then another. He lifted his head and grinned at the sight of Kurt, who was tucked away on the first branch. He held a daisy in his hand, and when Blaine spotted him, he blew the rest of the petals off of it, using the chance he got when Blaine turned his gaze down to avoid getting a petal stuck in his eye to climb a little higher.

Flicking his eyes up again, Blaine gasped at the sight of Kurt, who was very high up. He looked very lovely, perched in his throne far above his kingdom, and when he smiled down at Blaine, he looked like a glowing princess. Grabbing onto the first branch, Blaine awkwardly swung his legs up and almost slid off the other side, but a hand reached down and clutched his shirt, holding him up. He stepped up to Kurts branch and sat down next to him, seeing the ground below through a layer of leaves. Getting nauseous at the thought of falling down, Blaine let his head roll back, but Kurt put his hand on his shoulder, comforting him. "Blaine," he whispered to him, and Blaine glimpsed over at him, following his pointing finger to a birds nest that was a few branches away from them.

Tilting his head at the nest, Blaine felt his eyes widen when a tiny head that was no bigger than the tip of his thumb popped up from the twigs. Beside of him, Kurt sighed with pleasure, and he looked at his loving face that was absolutely thrilled with the baby bird. The little bird cheeped for his mom, and Kurt lightly giggled at the twitter. "Every spring, my maman would always climb trees with me so we could see the baby birds. Sometimes wed even watch them hatch, and wed see the little birds poke their beaks out and cry for their mamas! And the mamas always looked very proud of their babies, just like mine is of me!"

Blaine watched the tiny bird tweet for his mom, and within moments, his mom replied with a reassuring chirp. She swooped through the branches and returned to her baby, resting on the side of the nest as she looked over him to make sure he had no cuts or scrapes. The baby scooted closer to her warmth, nuzzling that little head into her fuzzy chest. Smiling at the happy family, Kurt turned to Blaine and looped his arms around his neck, "Sometimes I wish to love a child I have just as much. Dont you?"

Blaine silently agreed with him, feeling him press a kiss to his cheek. Looking down when Kurt started slipping away, Blaine watched him step onto the lowest branch, but hold onto his feet that were dangling down. "But for now Ill just love you!" He squeaked, hopping to the ground and scampering away again. Blaine snorted at the boy who vanished from his line of sight, and he left the birds in their peace, but he glanced over at them once more and imagined sharing that kind of love with his own family.

Hunter didnt know where his family went, if they were hiding from him and he had to seek them, like the game his daddy and his père used to play with him and his best friend. But the more that he looked, the more he started to doubt that he would ever find them. They were very good at this game. The only thing he could find was that strange man who seemed to be around every corner, waiting to pull him back to his side when he wandered too far off on his own. Pushing open a heavy door that had something smeared on it, Hunter frowned at his hand after he pulled it away, seeing something yellow left behind on it. He peered back up at the door, which had a handprint left on it, and he tried to assure himself that maybe this place wasnt so bad if he could finger paint here.

But he still wanted to figure out what had happened so suddenly, so he walked into what looked like a kitchen, even though he couldnt tell because the counters were too high up for him to see what was on them. It certainly didnt smell like a kitchen, though. The kitchen he had at home almost always had something mouthwatering heating up on the stove, but this room didnt have very many good foods in it. Pop cans had been thrown to the floor, spills that had become sticky leaking out from the openings. He stepped over what he thought was a rotten piece of meat, the stench of it so foul that he covered up his nose with one of his hands. Going over to a dark window, Hunter put his hand on it, and, once again, he peeled up a layer of blackness that stuck to his palm. Looking out the small gap in the paint that he had made, he saw nothing that looked familiar to him. Just another house that was slightly leaning to the side, as if nothing was holding it together but a few nails.

Suddenly, a skinny dog trotted out of a doghouse that was leaning just as much as the house was. Hunter wondered if hed been taken to a world where everything was slanted. Frowning at the scrawny dog that he wanted to give some food, just like he did his birds, he turned around to find a bowl and anything that a dog might like. But then he heard a terrible growl from behind him, and he twisted back around, seeing the dog peel his lips back and snarl at him. Worried that the dog was mad at him, Hunter saw him yanking on his heavy chain, about to break loose and burst through the window so he could snatch him into his mouth.

Backing away from the window, Hunter screamed and started to cover his head, but a large hand suddenly lashed out and wrapped around his wrist. He felt himself get jerked away from the window, and then his only way of finding his daddy and his père and his uncle and his Archer was covered by dark curtains that were so musty and dusty that a cloud of dirt blinded him and made him cough. That big man knelt in front of him, his powerful hands snatching Hunters arms and shaking him a few times, "What are you doing? Stay away from the window! Bad things are outside!" He didnt realize that his lip had pushed out, something that his père often did when he pouted, until the man pushed his chin back up and looked over his face. Those wild eyes immediately softened, and the man crushed him to his chest. Breathing in only the odor of sweat and cigarettes, he cried out, but the noise was muffled in the mans ruined shirt that was smeared with dirt, food, and other things that Hunter didnt want to know he was pressing his face into. "I forgive you. See? I havent punished you. I dont punish! Just... stay away from the window."

Unaware if he should say anything to the man he couldnt understand, Hunter trailed after him when he stood upright and pulled him along. They returned to the living room, as he always did soon after he went off to other rooms, and he sat down when the giant man put him down in the middle of the room. "Let me look after you." The man said, walking over to the couch and staring at Hunter from across the room. Hunter felt like he was being examined, so he quickly wrapped his arms around himself, trying to hide everything that he didnt want the man looking at. Cocking his head at Hunter, the man looked down at his own skin, then back up at Hunter. A slow smile pulled at his thin lips, "You have my eyes." Hunter still didnt say anything, so the man shook his head and muttered, "Do you have a name?"

"Im Hunter." Hunter said slowly, finally daring to open his mouth and show part of himself to the abnormal man. "Who are you?" The mans yellow smile widened, unlike either of his parents smiles, both so gentle and becoming. "Do you know my daddy?"

And the smile was gone. The mans brows lowered, a horrible look overwhelming the almost friendly expression. Dropping from the couch, the man wobbled over to him on his knees, and he threw his arms onto Hunter. "Did someone lie to you? Its me! Im your dad! Ill never lie to you. You trust me, dont you?"

Jerking his face away, Hunter tried to ignore the dreadful lies that the man was spitting out. Instead of running from him and just getting dragged back again, he asked very quietly, "Whats your name?" He thought of his daddy, who he was sure was looking for him in their game of hide-and-seek. Maybe Hunter was the one seeking. Certain that his daddy was coming for him, he forced himself to sit back down again, almost too excited that the game was going to end soon and he would run back into his daddys arms.

"Im Karofsky." The big man said, holding his hand out for Hunter again. He pressed his hot palm to Hunters cheek, sliding it up to his dark hair. Yanking the locks and almost making Hunter cry from pain, he said lowly, "Im your dad. Can you say that? Im your dad!" He scratched his dull nails over Hunters head, digging into his scalp, and Hunter almost yelled when those nails pressed so deeply that he knew they would leave dents. The man jerked upright, sensing something that Hunter hadnt, and he glared through the window, his arms tightening around Hunter until he gasped. Hoping that his daddy had arrived for him, Hunter tried to stretch his neck to see him, but his view was caught off by a hand coming down on his head.

Screeching at the throbbing that burst into his cheek, a pain hed never known-he didnt know what pain was, Hunter inhaled sharply when he was pinned to the big mans shoulder that was twice the size of his entire body. The man turned around and thudded up the stairs, so Hunter took those few seconds to look over his shoulder and check out the window. That gray car was back, and inside was that mean woman who had thrown him around like a rag doll, and he felt a scream gurgle up from his throat. Holding his hands out for the teddy bear hed left on the floor, he pleaded, "Shell get my teddy!"

The man groaned as if he was annoyed, and he quickly thundered back down the stairs, his long legs covering three of them at a time. He bent down for the teddy bear and snatched it up, passing it over to Hunter, who immediately stuck it into his mouth. Carrying him back up the stairs, he darted for a room that was off to the right and threw open the door. Setting Hunter down on the floor, the man-Karofsky-staggered over to the window and flipped a few locks, then he pulled the curtains down, just as hed done for the other window. "Youll stay in here." He commanded Hunter, who lowered his head as the man stomped by him and slammed the door behind himself. He was still so lost on why this game was different than the other games hed played with his parents. He wished that they would open the door and hold their arms out for him, calling him back over and saying to him that he was too good of a hider and that theyd been so worried!

Chewing on his teddy until he felt his teeth meet through another hole that his daddy would sew up as soon as he held him up to him, Hunter pushed himself up to his feet and padded over to the window. The man hadnt told him to stay away from this window. Brushing aside the curtain, Hunter looked down at the driveway below, where that wicked woman was waving her hands like a wild woman. The man also gestured very harshly, and after he said something that Hunter couldnt hear, the womans eyes widened to the size of saucers. She said one last thing, and then she spun on her heel and stumbled back over to her car. Trying to figure out if they were talking about him, Hunter pressed his ear to the window to see if he could make out anything at all, but the conversation was already over and all he got out of it was a cold ear that had a dirt smudge on it.

He gave up on trying to listen in and returned to his spot on the carpet, imagining that they were talking about how it was time to end the game of hide-and-seek and take him back to his parents because it was dinner time. Hearing Karofskys noisy footsteps come up the stairs again, Hunter almost fell backwards when the giant man slammed through the door. "I saw you in the window!" Hunter had never been screamed at before, let alone censured, so he felt his throat swell with emotion he wanted to keep down. "When I tell you something, listen to me! I mean that you have to stay away from all the windows! Do you understand me? She could have seen you!" Turning his back on the thrashing man, Hunter crossed his arms and tried to keep that yelling out of his head, not wanting to go back to his parents with a bad headache. He wanted to be Daddys good baby, as he always called him. "You brat! Dont you ever turn your back on me!"

Squealing when his arm was ripped from his side, which knocked him off balance, Hunter struggled away from the man that jerked him up from the ground. The man threw himself down on the bed, tearing Hunters pants off of him so quickly that he didnt even feel it happen. A hard whack across his bottom made him screech, his hands slapping at Karofskys thighs. "Dont disobey me! Dont! Stop fighting me!"

Sucking in the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, Hunter arched his back at the feeling of wetness dripping onto his burning skin that was hissing against the violent slaps. He turned his head so he could see the mans cherry face, which was scrunched as salty wetness rolled down his cheeks. "You cant leave me! I love you too much! Do you hear me? I love you more than life!" Pulling Hunter up from his lap, he grabbed both of his cheeks and squished them. Hunter mumbled from between his puckered lips, but Karofsky quieted him by mumbling, "Give your dad a kiss."

Hunters eyes widened when Karofsky suddenly lunged at his mouth, pressing his lips to his, something his own parents had never done before. Only Archer had touched his lips, and it had felt better than this wide tongue sliding across his thin lips, trying to open them. Backing away from Karofsky, whose face had never been redder, Hunter finally let the tears flow over his eyes. "Daddy." He begged, his voice becoming a mere whisper when Karofsky reached between his thighs, cupping the area that his real dad had only ever cleaned before. Hed never been touched like this. Hating the sweaty palm that rolled over it, Hunter tried to close his legs, but Karofsky raised his other hand and slapped him across the face, silencing him for a few seconds as he let numbness take over the soreness in his jaw. "Daddy!"

"Your dads here." Karofsky mumbled to him, boosting Hunter up into the air, a tight grip on the back of his head so he couldnt squirm without snapping his neck. He took it between his lips, and Hunter mewled, something that Karofsky must have mistaken for pleasure because he sucked much harder.

Tilting his chin up to the ceiling, Hunter looked upside down at the closed doorway, which his dad still wasnt appearing through so he could rescue him and take him away from this horrible man. Still wishing that his daddy would come for him, Hunter decided in the meantime to help himself, so he whacked at Karofskys face with his foot. As soon as Karofsky threw him down, he yelped at the fire that flamed up in his wrist, which had already twisted earlier when hed slammed it against the dashboard, and had probably just snapped. Knowing that he wasnt tall enough to reach the door handle and couldnt break through the glass, Hunter stayed where he was and waited for the man to come to him. He did just as Hunter had expected and flung himself on top of him, so Hunter slapped with as much strength as he could manage. "No!" He screeched at the man, his voice so shrill that Karofsky instantly covered it with his mouth, his plaque-smothered teeth chewing on Hunters bottom lip.

One hand came down between Hunters thighs again, and he firmly grabbed him with a rough palm, using his other hand to lift Hunters torso. He pressed him down to the thin mattress, the springs coiling at the weight that Karofsky put on the worn out bed. Ripping ruined pieces of cloth from his shirt, Karofsky grabbed Hunters sharply aching wrist, making him scream so loudly that he was sure his daddy would hear him. He was flipped over onto his stomach, Karofskys strength so immense that he almost seemed invincible. Hunter couldnt crack him, and he would never be freed of him-he couldnt think like that! "Daddy!" He tried again, but another punch to his bottom was enough to quiet his pleas and replace them with sobbing.

Suddenly, Hunter heard a zipper pull down, and even though he didnt understand what was happening, he knew that he had to keep shouting for help. "Daddy! Daddy!" His throat abruptly tightened as if a hand had closed around it, blocking off all air and sound, when a gut wrenching pain made him buck like a horse. Feeling something slippery push inside of him, a huge weight that almost made him fall to the bed, Hunter tried so desperately to drop his head and see between his legs. He wanted to know what was happening to him that made him snarl and snap.

The weight started to leave him, a relaxing feeling that had his mouth falling open, but he bit down on his tongue so harshly that he tasted blood when Karofsky slammed something back into him. Breathing in and out through his nose and his teeth, Hunter tried to adjust to the pounding in his bottom, but it was too big. He wanted it back out. After a few minutes that were longer than any Hunter had ever been through, the bed started slamming into the wall as the pushing and pulling became almost torturously fast, each hit harder than the last. The man above him shook as if he was cold, and Hunter realized that he might have been when hot liquid squirted out of him and coated the inside of Hunter, some of it falling out of him and pouring over his thighs. It was an uncomfortable stickiness, and he wanted to wipe it off. When Karofsky fell off of him and stood up on wobbly legs, Hunter followed him with his wide eyes, watching him grab his drooping pants and stagger out of the room, not another word out of him. He just shut the door again, leaving Hunter behind and clueless as to what was happening.

Instantly rolling onto his back, Hunter rubbed his thighs against the sheets, trying to get the liquid that just kept spreading off of himself. But as soon as he put his bottom down, he felt a jolt of pain that made him hiss and flip back over. Even though Karofsky had given him his warmth, he still felt very cold. He wanted to pull his pants back on, but he wouldnt dare move. Curling himself up in a ball but being very careful to keep the weight off his lower half, Hunter stared at the curtains that he was hoping his daddy would push aside. He would tease with him and tell him to let down his long hair, then, after his daddy took him back into his arms, everything would be okay again. The pain would go away, and he would stay close to home for their games of hide-and-seek. "You win, Daddy." He whispered to no one in particular. "I dont want to play this game anymore. Come find me. Here I am." Sniffing when his daddy didnt come for him, Hunter pulled a pillow over himself so he could hide from that awful man who lurked downstairs. He tried not to weep-he tried to be Daddys strong boy, but he couldnt stop the waterfall from his eyes. He pulled his abandoned teddy, who luckily had been ignored by that awful man and hadnt had to endure that insufferable pain, to himself and pretended that it was his daddy pressed to his chest. His daddy was always soft and warm. He sunk his teeth into his bear, trying to be as close to him as he could be.

Hed played this game a thousand times before with his children, but hed always found them, sometimes in baskets, sometimes behind plants, sometimes under the beds. They usually gave him little hints, quiet giggles and even sneezes, and hed always followed those noises and found them! But this time his child was silent, and he was so determined to win that hed gone far away from home. Blaine had never hated this game before, but as he cried and cried and cried, hoping to hear one of those snickers that Hunter always gave when he was being so sneaky, or to see that lopsided smirk that only graced Hunters lips, he realized that he wanted nothing more than for the game to be over and for his child to reveal himself.

Maybe only a few minutes had passed since the game had started, but Blaine was more than ready for it to be over. He decided that he was getting hungry, that he had to end the game early so they could sit down for a nice meal. Convincing himself that his stubborn child had just picked a very good hiding spot and was still waiting to be found, Blaine lifted his head from his husbands shoulder and looked around for him. When he didnt see him in the slightly open closet, or behind the door, or in the toy box, he mumbled to his husband through a very thick voice, "Im going to bring our baby home."

Kurts blue eyes opened again, a blurry ocean that had just been through a storm, and he looked down at Archer, who was still peeping with sadness that his best friend was gone. Running his fingers through those messy curls, he mewled, "You will? Oh, Blaine, please bring him back. How will you ever find him? Do you believe Santana still h-has him?" He hiccupped from the straining the endless flow of tears had put on his throat, so Blaine bent and kissed his pale throat that tasted like salt and strawberries.

"Ill do whatever it takes." He promised, slipping away from his husband and son after giving both of them kisses. "Ill get our son away from her. And I wont let anything take him away again. Ill keep him safe." He stood on his shaking legs that almost caved, but he managed to leave the bedside after he let go of Kurts supportive hand.

Before he walked out of the room, he heard Kurt whisper so softly, "Please be safe." Shaking his head, Blaine thought about what he would put himself through for his son. He didnt know if he would be safe. Tripping down the stairs, Blaine put aside his pounding head, not that he really noticed it. Everything in his body, every single cell, was focused on his missing baby. If his family, who was going through all the numbers they had to see if any of the neighbors had come across their baby, said anything to him, he didnt hear any of it. His ears were tuned in only for Hunters heart stopping voice.

Walking out to his car, Blaine turned his cheek to the cold, which froze his hot tears to his skin. Even though it hurt him, he knew that he would feel no pain very soon, when he was holding his baby so close to him again. He stepped into the drivers seat and twisted the key, backing out of the driveway that was suddenly too long. But he knew that he was getting closer to his precious baby with every passed mile. After ten minutes that felt like ten hours went by, he pulled into Santanas driveway and almost sprinted up to the door, anxious to swing his baby into his arms and give him all the kisses hed missed out on for these past few minutes. Slamming through her door without knocking, Blaine flicked his eyes around the room, searching for his baby, "Hunter!" He called, only to get a reply of the clicking of heels on the floor.

A girl who looked like Santana appeared in the corner of his eye, but couldnt have been, not the Santana he knew. She might as well have been dead. Her tone was as cold as ice, and it made him cringe, "Hes dead." was the only thing she said, and at first Blaine didnt listen to her. He didnt understand what she had said. He was too focused on calling his baby over to him. Shaking her head at him as if he was pathetic, she mumbled once more, "Blaine, hes dead. Just like his mom. He killed both of them."

Blaine still didnt understand, "What?"

Her emotionless tone didnt change, "Brittanys dead. I went to Karofsky... I told him he could keep Hunter. I didnt want the bastard. He told me that hes dead. He... killed... him." She mouthed every word very slowly, but they still werent breaking through Blaines mind that was so sure that his baby was playing a very good game of hide-and-seek.

"What?" He asked again, and when Santana didnt say anything more, just turning away from him, he felt the breath rush out of him. He thought he might pass out again. "No... Santana, H-Hunters here, isnt he? Where is he? Santana... please. I need my baby back. I just want my son." She refused him any more of her time, and she started to leave the room, but he quickly chased after her. "Santana! Give me my baby!"

"I cant."

Blaines booming voice almost shook the entire house, "Santana! Where is Hunter? Where is he?" Grabbing her shoulder, he slammed her up against the wall, forcing her to tell him where his baby was.

But instead of answering his question, she said something that almost made him fall onto his ass, "Youre just like him." She spat, and he quickly released her, not wanting to be anything like the man he hated.

As she strode away again, he tried one last time, "Santana, please! Hes my baby... I-I love him." Collapsing to the floor, he wrapped his arms around himself, hoping that if Hunter ran into the room, he would tackle him and climb onto his back, giving off a victory cry that he had won the wrestling match. But Hunter didnt do anything like that, didnt come to the sound of his voice, didnt come to play with him, and a terrible noise hacked out of his throat. "No!" He slammed his fists into the ground, but he couldnt hit it hard enough, "He was just a baby! He was my baby! Santana, please! Ill give you anything. I-Ill give you all of my money if you just-"

"If I just what?" She leaned against the railing to the stairs, "Theres nothing left to do. And theres nothing that you can offer me. Nothing that can make up for what I just lost-"

"You did this to me!" Blaine screeched at her, wanting to jump back up to his feet and race over to her. He wanted to hurt her. But he just couldnt. He couldnt. He couldnt be Karofsky. "You gave him to him! Do something for me! You owe me everything-you took my babys life-but I just want one thing!" When she raised a brow at him, daring him to demand anything of her when she claimed to have lost more than he did, he yelled, "Where is his body?"

She shook her head, showing that she didnt have it and hadnt made an effort to get it back for him, so he screamed again. All he wanted was a body to carry home, so he could have some part of Hunter, but he didnt even have that. But, then again, he wasnt sure that he wanted to see what Karofsky had done to him to-Blaine cried so hard that he almost fell out the door and into the snow, the wind knocking into his weak body. All he could think about was that Karofsky still had his babys body, and he didnt deserve such a precious thing to have.

Somehow managing to not fall over and stay there until the snow packed in around him and suffocated him to death-he couldnt even think about ways that he wanted to die himself without considering his baby, who he had just lost to a pair of malicious hands, he closed himself into his car and collapsed over his steering wheel. He wanted to stay there and cry, but he wanted to be as far away from Santana as possible, so he forced himself to put his quivering hands on the steering wheel and drive down the road. After a few minutes that went by too quickly, he got out of his car and thudded up to his house, which wasnt as warm as it used to be. He was so very cold. He was sure that his lips had turned blue, and he hadnt stopped shivering. He doubted he ever would.

Feeling someones hands touch his face, he pulled away and moaned, "Hes gone. Hes gone." Another person shushed him, but Blaine kept whimpering and blubbering, and as his vision cleared, he saw Keegan cover his head with his arms, trying to block out the same thing that Blaine was, while Carole disappeared into her husbands chest, mourning the loss of one of her grandsons.

Escaping the people that were fighting themselves on whether or not he was really gone or not-just as Blaine had until he realized that he didnt doubt Karofskys evilness, he climbed the stairs, feeling his energy completely drain out of him by the time he made it to the top floor. He thought he might fall over and roll back down to the bottom. Mindlessly feeling his way over to the room that his loves were in, Blaine pushed through it, and he didnt have to say anything before he heard Kurt scream as a piece of his heart vanished. While he was glad that he didnt have to say it out loud again, he hated, for once, that Kurt could read his mind, that he could feel all of Blaines horrendous emotions.