"If this is love, then love is easy. Its the easiest thing to do." Kurt tilted his head into the warm water spraying from the nozzle, and he sighed as droplets chased each other down his nape, "If this is love, then love completes me, because it feels like Ive been missing you."

He soaped his chest and stomach and spun to face the water, "Do I turn your gray skies blue? And make dirty streets look new? And the birds sing. Now I know exactly what they mean. I cant believe that its so simple. It feels so natural to me."

Jumping when the bathroom door opened, Kurt almost dropped the slippery cake in his hand and put his cheek against the shower curtain. He heard the sound of a zipper, then clothes rustling, and throat clearing. "Blaine?" He chirped, pushing the curtain aside just enough to poke his nose out.

Blaine was standing in front of the mirror, buttoning a flannel over a white undershirt. "Yeah, honey?" He glanced at Kurt as he smoothed his collar, and a slow smile curved his lips, "Look at you. So pretty."

Kurt flushed at the compliment and hid behind the curtain, "Are you leaving?"

"Only for a couple of hours," Blaine yanked the curtain away so he could look at Kurt, who was turned around and had his arms above his head as he ran his fingers through his soaked hair. Blaines eyes flicked to his round, pink bottom, and he patted it. "Finn wants me to drive him over to an acting school near Westerville. I dont know... something about brotherly support?"

"Finns auditioning to be an actor?" Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine, "Oh, tell him I said good luck!"

"Well probably stop for lunch," Blaine walked over to his shoes, and he slipped his feet into them. "Want me to bring you anything, babe?"

"A salad sounds good." Kurt said, "Thank you for asking."

Blaine finished lacing his shoes and stood upright again, "Ill be home soon. Will you be alright while Im gone? Coop and Alicia are at the hospital for an ultrasound, but Burt and Carole are downstairs, and you can call me for anything."

"Oh, yes," Kurt smiled. "Ill give myself a pedicure and watch musicals while youre away. I have our sweet birds to talk to, anyway. They wont let me be lonely."

Wrapping Kurt in his arms, Blaine rubbed their noses then kissed the tip of Kurts, "Ill miss you, little angel. Kiss me."

Kurt looped his arms around Blaines neck and pressed his lips to his. Blaine opened his mouth and sucked Kurts bottom lip, his tongue poking Kurts. They parted with sighs and whimpers, and Blaine tapped Kurts butt again. "I love you."

Kurt was reluctant to let him go, "I love you, too, Blaine."

He closed his eyes when Blaine pressed his lips to his forehead, and then his touch was gone. Kurt ached for his fiancé the very moment he heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. Carefully stepping out of the shower, Kurt slid one of Blaines old tee shirts over his body, then slipped into a pair of spankies.

He rushed into his bedroom and pressed his nose to the window. A moment later, the garage door opened and car lights spilled onto the driveway, and the Navigator rolled onto the pavement. As Blaine checked his phone for something, Finn banged his head to a song Kurt couldnt hear. Blaine looked up and his eyes wrinkled and his nose scrunched as he laughed at Finn.

To Kurts surprise, after Blaine shifted the car out of park, he suddenly glanced up at their window. He was so embarrassed that hed been caught spying that he ducked. After a second he poked his nose above the sill and was startled to see that the car was still there.

Finn was texting someone, but Blaines eyes hadnt left the window. Blaine quirked a smile at his fiancé and pressed his fingers to his lips, then blew Kurt a kiss. Kurt flushed. Wiggling his fingers in a goodbye wave to Blaine, Kurt whispered, "I miss you already."

Blaine seemed to understand and mouthed that he loved Kurt, then turned to Finn and muttered something to him as he pulled onto the road. The car drove off, leaving only waving grass and blowing dust behind.

Kurt stayed at the window long after Blaine and Finn left, kneeling on the soft carpets and laying his arms on the sill. He put his chin on his folded hands and glanced at his sparkling ring, which glowed under the shining sun. "Blaine..." he whimpered, wrapping an arm around himself as if that would be any substitute for Blaines protective hold.

Startled by a light nip to his toe, Kurt looked over his shoulder at his tiny, yellow bird, and smiled, "Salut, little one. Come here." He scooted Pavarotti onto his finger and perched him on the sill, then noticed another bird scampering across the carpets. "Hello to you, too." Holding his hand out for the shy Everett, Kurt cooed at the quivering bird who unsurely climbed onto his fingers.

He placed Everett beside of Pavarotti and cradled his cheek on his hands again, his eyes on his birds. "You two never have to be apart." Kurt sighed, stroking their fuzzy wings, "I cant imagine how wonderful that must feel, never worrying that youll have to miss the greatest love of your life until your heart hurts."

When his birds curled into each other and closed their eyes, Kurt looked back at the window and pressed his finger to it, doodling an invisible heart. He drew a B and l in the middle of it, but stopped on a when he noticed a black truck turning into his driveway.

He didnt recognize the truck from the car shop, and he didnt think it belonged to any of his dads former employees because hed never seen it before, so he wondered if his dad was having any friends over to watch a football game.

Before he had a chance to see the visitor, his phone vibrated with a text message. Kurt instantly popped to his feet, "Maybe thats Blaine!"

He hurried to his bed and flopped onto it, picking up his phone and opening the text. He confused the m for a w for a moment, but got it after his third try, "I love you so much."

Smiling at the sweet message, Kurt tapped his chin as he thought of a flirty reply. Blaines message went unanswered, though, when his noisily chirping birds hopped off the windowsill and skittered across the carpets then disappeared under the bed. "Pavarotti, Everett, whats the matter, my little birds?"

Kurt scooted to the edge of his bed and peeked under it, spying the silhouettes of boxes, his chest, and two pairs of glowing eyes. "Theres nothing to be afraid of," he promised them, growing dizzy from being upside down and righting himself.

His blue eyes immediately met brown ones that were deeply sunken into a face that was smashed to his window. Kurt was so shocked that he forgot how to scream.

The bashed and bruised man gripped the window frame tighter with one hand, and he clumsily lifted his other and banged it against the glass. The noisy clang caused Kurt to jump, his hand flying to his mouth. "No," he whispered to himself, as if it wouldnt actually be happening if he denied it, "no, please."

The man grunted and lost his footing, but quickly caught himself and smacked the glass so hard that even the floor trembled. Kurt gasped and curled into himself, his entire body shivering as tears pooled in his eyes. "Dad-" he tried calling, but his voice was weak and the sound of glass shattering smothered his small cry.

Seeing his entrance, the gruesome man struggled inside, his stomach and back scraping the sharp glass as he pulled himself in. "Dad!" Kurt tried again, "Dad, please, come help me!"

The man heaved himself to his feet and towered over Kurts tiny form, a gnarled smile on his lips at the sight of Kurts defenselessness. Hed been waiting to get Kurt alone for far too long. He stalked up to the bed and stood at the end of it, and Kurt pressed himself against the wall at the top of the bed.

Suddenly, the man lunged at Kurt, and Kurt did scream that time, pushing at the mans chest as he was covered with his massive, filthy body. "No! No!" Kurt squealed, tears pouring from his eyes. "Please! Karofsky, no!"

Karofsky snatched Kurts wrist in his hand, and he took one look at Kurts ring. His smile twisted into a bitter frown. "Poor Blaine," was all he said as he ripped the ring from Kurts finger and chucked it at a wall.

Kurt cried out and writhed against Karofsky, but he was too strong and held Kurt down easily. Suddenly, Karofsky lifted one meaty hand and lessened the weight on Kurts chest. Kurt shrieked when he saw Karofsky whack Pavarotti, who had come to Kurts defense and was biting his attacker, from the skin of his arm. Pavarotti flew about a foot and smacked the carpet, and didnt twitch again. "Pavarotti!" Kurt screeched, clawing Karofskys arm.

His wailing was muffled when Karofsky drew a bag from his pocket and peeled it open, then tossed Kurt inside. Desperately squirming to get out, Kurt looked up and watched Karofsky tie off the top of the bag. "No-!" Cut off by a hand smacking his stomach, Kurt kicked at the bottom of the bag and poked his fingers through the hole at the top, but nothing was helping.

He inhaled to get a breath inside the hot, suffocating bag, though the moment he gulped it, Karofsky threw the bag over his shoulder and knocked Kurt breathless. "Karofsky..." he pleaded, putting his face near the hole for sips of air.

Growing dizzy as Karofsky climbed from the window and jostled the bag, Kurt put a hand on his damp forehead and laid his cheek on the rough material. It was scratchy and made his skin itch, but he felt so weak and needed to close his eyes... he couldnt breathe... he couldnt even think.

Seconds before he blacked out, he remembered that he had never replied to Blaine that he loved him, too. Tears dripped from his eyes at the indescribably heartbreaking thought that he might never tell Blaine he loved him again.

Blaine clicked his unanswered call off and checked his phone, anxious for any text or call from Kurt. Flicking his eyes to the stairs, Blaine smiled at a chattering Finn who was busy telling Burt how great he did at the audition. He slipped past his excited friend, walking to the stairs. Finn quickly stopped him, though, "Blaine, Blaine, tell him what the guy said!" Finn blurted it out himself, "He said hell get back to me!"

Burt bobbed his head, "Didnt expect anything less, bud." He glanced at Blaine, "Blaine, theres a football game coming on in a bit. Why dont you hang out down here with me and Finn? I want to know about your college choices."

Shaking his head, Blaine nodded in the direction of his bedroom, "I should take Kurts salad up to him. Thanks for the offer, though."

"Suit yourself," Burt shrugged, leaning back in his chair and motioning for Finn to join him. "Your mom will be home soon but Im all ears now. What dialogue did you audition with?"

Finn went on to give Burt every detail, but Blaine was more interested in who was upstairs. Stepping off the last stair, Blaine approached his bedroom, "Kurt, honey?" He pushed the door farther open and was surprised when he didnt see Kurt curled up and napping, as Blaine had been expecting, considering every one of his calls and texts had gone unanswered. He checked the dark bathroom across the hall, but Kurt wasnt there, either. "Kurt?" He called a little louder.

He turned around and looked down the empty hallway, then rushed over to the stairs, "Burt, where is Kurt?"

Burt took a moment to reply, "Isnt he in your bedroom? He hasnt come downstairs."

Blaine whipped away and hurried to the other end of the hall, opening the door to Alicia and Coops room. "Kurt?" He almost yelled, his palms on fire. He needed to claw, he needed to, he needed... "Kurt!"

Blaine ran back into his room and scanned the interior, and after a closer look his eyes came to a screeching halt on the bed. Kurts phone was abandoned there, Blaines text still glowing and ignored on the screen, but what really got him going was the blood splattered on the pillows. "No..." he stumbled out of his room, covering his face with his hand. "No. Kurt!"

He walked back into the room and something crunched under his foot. Stumbling off of it, Blaine looked down at a pile of shattered glass painted with blood. "Baby, come out!" Blaine shouted at no one, his vision blurring with tears, "I need you!"

Staggering, Blaine helplessly pierced his palms and dug a layer of skin off, warm pools of blood instantly dripping onto his fingers as he peeled off more. "Kurt!"

"Blaine, what are you yelling about?" said a voice from the doorway.

Blaine caved to his knees, rubbing his forehead against the floor. Suddenly, a high pitched chirp echoed through the screaming in his head, and he lifted his eyes to a tiny, white bird pawing at a motionless Pavarotti. "No..." he whispered, dragging himself over to them and scooping Pavarottis limp body into his palm. "Pavarotti... dont..." He stroked his birds chest and felt Everett hop onto his arm, waddling over to his friend and nudging him.

He touched Pavarottis chest again, feeling for a heartbeat, and to his relief he found a very fragile, quick pulse quivering to keep him hanging on. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Blaine pressed his lips to Pavarottis head, "Youll be alright. I wont let anything happen to you ever again."

Blaine laid Pavarotti down and Everett went with him, curling up against him. Staring at the tiny birds, Blaine growled when someone patted his shoulder, "Blaine, calm down and tell us whats going on-"

Blaine pushed the hand away and clenched his fists, his jaw jutting and lips curling. "Dont touch me."

Burt recoiled immediately, "What did you just say to me?"

Whipping around, Blaine tore to his feet and shoved past Burt, "I trusted you!" He screamed, stomping to the doorway, "I told you that I was dealing with a fucking psychotic masochist! He has Kurt now! You were supposed to keep him safe!" He rushed down the stairs with Burt on his heels, and he pushed a stunned Finn aside, "Did you not care when you heard him screaming? Or when that glass shattered?"

He pushed through the kitchen doors and yanked one of the counter drawers open, nearly sending it spilling to the floor. Pulling a butcher knife out, Blaine ignored Finns protest and snarled at Burt as he passed him, "Get Pavarotti help while Im gone. If he is harmed or they say theres nothing they can do for him-"

Burt interrupted him, "Blaine, put the butcher knife down. Youre acting like youre about to kill someone. Ill call the police, but youre not going anywhere."

Blaine snarled, "I am going to kill him."

He strode out of the kitchen and ripped the front door open, sprinting to his car. Throwing himself inside, Blaine twisted the key and didnt get much farther than that before the passenger door opened and Finn sat down. Blaine made a horrible sound, "Get out."

"No," Finn shook his head, wary as he watched the knife in Blaines lap, "hes my brother. I want to come. Just drive."

Blaine wanted to throw Finn out of the car, keep his friend away from Karofsky, but he didnt have much time to waste to reason with Finn, and he figured that Finn wouldnt be totally useless in a fight. Stomping on the gas, Blaine spun the wheel and was halfway down the road by the time Finn got his seatbelt strapped on.

Finn finally looked at the road and turned pale as he saw how fast the houses were flying by, his eyes constantly flicking to the rising speedometer, but he didnt say a word.

Taking another curve and coming up on a much slower car, Blaine quickly pulled into the other lane and listened to Finn pant nervously, then he glided back into the correct lane. "H-Hey, Blaine?" Finn cracked after so long of keeping his silence, "You werent serious about killing Karofsky, right?"

Blaine didnt answer. He needed to concentrate on getting Kurt back, and he thought that the butcher knife spoke for itself.

Finn seemed to understand because he didnt ask again.

Blaines intent was obvious.

When Kurt awoke, the first thing he noticed was that he felt cold. He trembled from his head to his toes, twisting this way and that to find warmth. Bed springs coiled under his squirming body and the squeaking of metal chains startled him into holding still. He opened his eyes but there was no difference, a black wall blinding him. He blinked to adjust his vision to the darkness, noticing the thinnest rays of light piercing the tight knots in the itchy fabric.

Kurt laid his hands on the bag, feeling his way around. Finally, when he reached above him, one of his fingers slipped through the tiniest hole. He looked up at it and caught a peek of a wall-maybe the ceiling-and two strings twisted together outside of the bag. Poking another finger through the hole, Kurt tugged at the strings and they quickly unraveled.

Wriggling, Kurt pulled the hole open and he shimmied out of the stifling bag, landing on a flattened, yellowing pillow. He scrambled off of it and to the center of a bed. Flicking his eyes around the room, Kurt spotted the door and he leapt off the bed, rushing over to his way out and jiggling the door knob to no feat.

Realizing that Karofsky had him locked in, Kurt turned and spied a small, rectangular window, so he walked over to it. He could barely see out of it because of the dust and dirt caked on it, but if he wiggled and made himself as tiny as possible he could slip through. He pushed on the window, ignoring the cobwebs and grime brushing his fingertips, but it wasnt budging.

Leaving the clamped up window, Kurt thought about crying out for help, but the only person who would hear him was the person who he needed to avoid. He returned to the door and pulled at it, then noticed a small hole in the knob for a key.

Considering that Karofsky might have a spare, Kurt quietly scooted over to the dresser. He got to his knees and checked the top, finding car keys, an unwashed shirt, and scissors. Sighing, Kurt opened the first drawer and promptly shut it when he saw a stack of muscle men magazines. He moved to the next and found a laptop, so he turned his attention to the bottom drawers.

One was overflowing with tee shirts, pants, and socks so Kurt closed it without interest. He finally got to the last drawer and pulled the handles. On the very top was a key, but below that was a bag of pills, different colors mixed together, and none of them labeled. Beside of the pills was a pile of small, square packets, and underneath those was a long, finger-shaped object with blood dried on the tip and a switch on the end. Wound up in a tight coil was what Kurt thought looked like a whip, the leather also dyed with dark red blood.

Frightened by the strange objects hed never seen before and what they might do, Kurt took the key and pushed the drawer shut, not wanting to see its contents anymore. He hurried to the door, twisting the key until the lock snapped. He tried the door knob and the door opened, so he dashed into the hallway and toward a staircase.

He set his foot on the first step and stumbled a little when a door slammed nearby. "Going somewhere?" A guttural voice growled, and a pair of powerful arms enveloped him from behind. Kurt squealed and kicked his feet, but Karofskys grip only tightened so he couldnt breathe. Kurt stopped squirming and Karofsky sighed with satisfaction, burying his face in Kurts hair and breathing in deeply, "Mm... you smell delicious. I could kiss every inch of you." Karofsky put his lips near Kurts ear and whispered, "You want me to eat you out, slut? Im sure Blaine does and you enjoy every second of it. Ive eaten Blaine out. Ive had his big cock in my mouth and Ive licked him up."

Feeling Karofsky exhale on his neck and holding his breath so he didnt inhale the foul stench of rotten onions and sour liquor, Kurt pushed on Karofskys chest, "No... Put me down!"

Karofsky immediately dropped Kurt onto the stairs and slammed his foot into Kurts stomach. Crying out, Kurt touched his bruised skin and twisted away from Karofsky. He startled when he fell off the step and thudded onto the one below it, and before he could stop himself or grab onto something he was tumbling down the stairs. "No!" He screamed, flailing to hold onto something, "Help! Please... Karofsky!"

Kurt fell off the last stair and landed hard on his shoulder and left butt cheek. He didnt dare twitch a muscle for fear of what he would find broken and bruised. His bottom throbbed, making it impossible to sit up. Curling into a tiny ball, Kurt whimpered at the sounds of Karofskys feet thudding on the stairs. He opened his eyes and looked up at Karofsky when he knelt beside of him, "Im so hurt..."

Karofsky put his hand on Kurts stomach, and he pulled a switchblade from his pocket, flipping the blade out. Kurts eyes widened to the size of saucers as Karofsky bent over his stomach and traced the dull side of the knife along his thin shirt. He hit Karofskys arms, "No! Dont!"

Karofsky cut through the material of Kurts shirt in one clean stab of his knife, and although he didnt go very deep into Kurts skin the slicing of the cool metal through his stomach was enough to make Kurt shriek in agony. He tossed his head and slapped Karofskys hands.

Karofsky wiggled the knife and cut a straight line, then turned it and started carving a curve. Kurt squealed and kicked his feet, tears swimming in his eyes. "It burns!" He screamed, but Karofsky paid no attention to his agony.

He lifted the bloody knife and looked down at Kurts soaked shirt, blood seeping from his skin and ruining the fabric. His eyes flicked to Kurts scrunched face, his skin bright red and cheeks drenched with tears.

Karofsky lowered the knife again and plunged it in another spot, this time cutting two straight lines that met in a point and one line through the middle of them. Kurts wailing got louder with every new prick he made in his soft, delicate skin.

With a few more marks on his bloody canvas, Karofsky set his knife aside. Kurt was a quivering mess, his face damp with tears and blood running over his hips, thighs, and chest.

Karofsky reached for Kurts face, and Kurt quickly withdrew and pulled away from Karofsky. Blood dripped off his shirt and landed in small puddles on the floor. "Go away." Kurt pleaded weakly, bringing his knees to his chest as if that would somehow block Karofsky, "You frighten me."

Snarling deep in his throat, Karofsky crawled toward Kurt and groaned when Kurt scrambled under a nearby table, keeping his hands on his sore stomach. "Get out from under there, bitch," he demanded, but Kurt huddled himself in the corner. "I dont mind sitting here until you bleed yourself to death. Youre not doing yourself any favors by making me wait, so get the fuck out now."

Kurts voice trembled, "Youre not a nice man."

Karofsky lunged at the coffee table and ripped it off of Kurt, throwing it against a wall. Kurt squeaked at the banging sound, but Karofsky cut him off by squeezing his cheeks between his fingers, "Ive been nothing but nice, you little whore! You took Blaine from me and Ive waited far too long for him to come crawling back to me like the cock slut he is. Im done being what he left behind, and Im done letting you ruin my life."

Snatching a handful of Kurts hair, Karofsky yanked the squealing boy to his feet and grabbed onto his neck. He lifted Kurt off his toes and dangled him so their eyes met, "Im going to kill you the same way I killed your faggy fuck buddy."

He stormed up the stairs with Kurts neck still clenched in his fist, and he listened to his quiet mewling and gasping as he struggled for air. Reaching the top of the steps, Karofsky walked down the hall and into his bedroom. He stood in the middle of the room and looked at Kurt again. "I loved Blaine," he hissed in Kurts ear, "and he will love me. He knows that he loved me before you showed up, and he can do it again."

"N-No," Kurt shook his head, pulling at Karofskys slowly tightening fingers, "please... leave Blaine alone. Hes-" he gasped and Karofsky loosened his fingers, letting him speak, "-hes happy now. Ill g-give myself up in... in his place."

Karofsky was shocked by that, knowing how Kurt feared him. "Youd let me have you instead?"

Kurt was growing weaker and could barely speak, his blue eyes fluttering shut, "I w-want Blaine to be happy... because I-I love him..."

Kurt went limp in Karofskys grip, no longer fighting for air or escape. His head lolled and his worried expression softened. Karofsky, still wondering why Kurt would make such a sacrifice when he never would, pressed his thumb to Kurts neck. The faintest of pulses drummed under Kurts skin, and Karofsky knew that within an hour or two the pulse would fade away and Kurt would never open his blue eyes again.

He dropped Kurts body to the floor and stepped over it, leaving Kurt to bleed to death.

Blaine stopped his car in Karofskys driveway and threw open his door. "Stay close to me until I find Karofsky." He snapped, swinging his legs out.

"Blaine, wait," Finn touched his arm, "are you sure theyll be here?"

Blaine didnt answer that because he wasnt sure, but he didnt want to think about Karofsky forcing Kurt to work the poles at Scandals so he jumped from his car. Finn hurried after him, staying right on his heels.

Sprinting to the door, Blaine twisted the knob and swore when he realized it was locked. He pounded the wood with the toe of his shoe. "Karofsky!" He shouted and didnt stop beating the door until he heard metal cracking.

He shoved the door and it burst open, and Blaine stomped into the silent living room. "Karofsky!" He yelled again, his eyes shooting to the stairs at the sound of a bed creaking above them.

Without checking to see if Finn was behind him, Blaine ran to the stairs and took them two at a time. He stopped at the top and glanced either way, seeing no sign of Karofsky anywhere. Starting toward Karofskys bedroom, he glanced over his shoulder when Finn sharply gasped. "Blaine, look." He pointed at the floor, "Its blood."

Blaine followed Finns finger to a spot of blood, and another almost an inch away from that one. "Kurt." He barked, charging at Karofskys room, where the trail disappeared. "Kurt!"

"Blaine!" Finn shouted, "Blaine, move! Karofsky, stop-!"

Blaine turned to Finn and he was almost caught off guard when Karofskys heavy body slammed into him, but he quickly righted himself. Urgent to get to Kurt, he stabbed his knife into Karofskys side. Karofsky yelped and let go of Blaine, who shoved him down and lunged at the bedroom Kurt was in.

"No! You cant see him! Its me, Blaine!" Karofsky frantically lashed out and snatched Blaines ankle, pulling his feet out from under him. He tugged Blaine away from his bedroom and, in their chaotic scrap, Karofsky fell over the stairs and took Blaine with him. The two men rolled downstairs, Blaine throwing punches and Karofsky trying to pin him down.

Shocked, Finn stood at the top of the stairs, wondering if he should help Blaine, but as soon as they thudded to the floor Blaine pounced so he straddled Karofsky and smashed his fist into the side of his face. Finn realized that Blaine wasnt having any trouble at all and looked at the bedroom Blaine had been so interested in before Karofsky attacked.

"Kurt?" He murmured, patting inside and jumping at the sight of Kurts body curled up on the floor. His shirt was soaked in blood and the red liquid trickled over his arms and thighs. Kurt was very pale and trembling as if he was cold, but other than his fluttering lashes and shaking he made no movements. "Kurt!"

Finn dropped to his knees beside of him, and he slid his arms under Kurts thighs and back. He lifted Kurt against his chest and touched his bloodied shirt, brushing it up to see what Karofsky had done to him. He avoided looking at Kurts underwear and focused on the slashes across his stomach, spelling out the name David.

Covering Kurts stomach and exposed spankies again, Finn gathered him closer and smoothed a damp hair off his face. Kurt whimpered, and Finn shushed him, "Its alright. Its just me."

"Wheres Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his voice very soft and high. "Blaine. I want Blaine."

Something crashing downstairs startled Finn, and he hugged Kurt tightly, "Hes here. Open your eyes, Kurt. Are you okay?"

"Im tired," Kurt moaned, curling into Finn and squishing his cheek against his chest. "Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah, if you want," Finn got to his feet and carried Kurt out of the room. He glanced down the stairway and had to twist his neck in order to catch a view of Blaine and Karofsky grappling in the kitchen. Karofsky was obviously the stronger of the two, but Blaine was in a rage over Kurt and seemed to be fighting effortlessly.

He waited until Blaine tackled Karofsky and got him at his weakest to yell down to him, "Blaine!"

Blaines head snapped up and his eyes zeroed in on Finn, and a look of absolute adoring and love overwhelmed his cruel, murderous expression. He seemed to forget all about Karofsky and whispered something that Finn couldnt hear, and he left Karofsky panting and wounded on the floor.

Finn glanced back at the tiny form in his arms, and he stroked Kurts cheek to stir him, "Kurt... Kurt, Blaines coming. Well take you home."

Kurt didnt twitch.

Patting his shoulder, Finn said a little louder, "Kurt, come on. I know youre tired and sore, but Blaine will want to make sure youre alright."

Kurt gave no response, so Finn lightly shook him. He noticed that Kurts chest wasnt lifting and dropping. "Kurt?" Finn put his hand under Kurts nose, but felt no air blowing out of him. "Kurt!"

Pressing his hand to Kurts heart, he anxiously searched for any kind of fluttering under his skin, but there was nothing. "Kurt, dont you dare-!" He screamed, his eyes flashing toward Blaine, who was limping up the stairs and looking at Finn as if he was crazy. "Blaine, hes not breathing! Theres no heartbeat!"

Blaine shook his head and stared at the fragile boy in Finns arms as if he didnt recognize him. Then his eyes slowly lifted to Finns screwed up face and he screamed, "Youre lying! Give him to me! Kurt!"

Kurts blue eyes werent opening.