"You! What did you do to me? What did you… did you curse me or something? Why did I just vomit in the Bleachers?" Kurt almost shouted. Death smiled warmly.

"Oh my dear, that was just a side effect of your gift." She told him sweetly.

"What? What gift? Can't you just tell me?" Kurt asked. Death shook her head.

"No Kurt, I can't." She said.

"Well why not! Can't you just give me a hint?" Kurt asked putting on his diva Imma-kill-you face.

"I can tell you this as a hint, View of Death, powerful yet unholy." Death said. Oh great… a riddle…? Kurt thought. Death reached for her Scathe again.

"Wait! That's it?" Kurt asked. Death smiled and whispered yes. She swung the scathe but this time at Kurt's arm, this responded to Kurt, not waking up but jumping back and grabbing his bleeding arm. He took his hand away to get a quick look at his arm. It wasn't cut off, to his relief, just cut but all the same it was kind of deep. The cut was on the opposite side of the patch of veins on the underside of his left wrist, therefore when he bent his wrist down the wound gushed blood and stung badly. His right hand had scarlet blood on it from holding the deep cut.

"What the hell? That hurt!" Kurt winced.

"Don't worry, it didn't strike bone, nor did it tear any tendons or major blood vessels." She said softly.

"It didn't tear any major blood vessels? Did you SEE it! I'm bleeding badly!" Kurt practically yelled.

"This will prove to you how real Death is… I do not mess around. I mean business…" Death's voice stared fading as she grew giant white angel wings and flew in the air, hovered for a bit and the with an incredible speed she flew at Kurt, he barely saw her move when he woke up to Blaine shaking him wildly in his car at Kurt's driveway. Blaine looked worried as Kurt slowly awoke.

"B-Blaine…?" Kurt said. He was half sleepy and half scared out of his mind at what he had just dreamed. It's just a dream… nothing to worry about. I'm fine. Kurt thought. All of a sudden he felt a sharp stinging pain on the top of his left wrist. Kurt gasped at the sudden pain and grabbed his left wrist with his right hand.

"Kurt, what's wrong!" Blaine asked. Kurt looked up at Blaine with tears in his eyes, not because of the pain but because of fear as to how in Gaga's name this could be happening. Kurt started tracing his fingers along where it was stinging and felt warm liquid against his fingertips. Kurt winced and gasped again at the realization that the wound Death gave him was real.

"B-Blaine… I-I'm bleeding." Kurt said in a serious but scared tone. Blaine was confused and looked down to Kurt's wrist to find his hands were covered in blood and a deep cut on the top of his left wrist.

"Kurt! We need to get you to the hospital!" Blaine said getting his seat belt on.

"NO!" Kurt yelled. Blaine paused and starred at him.

"Kurt, your Hurt and losing a lot of blood. You are going to the hospital!" Blaine said trying to win.

"Blaine, Carole can just clean it and wrap gauze on it." Kurt said giving Blaine his puppy pleading face. Blaine couldn't fight that face. Kurt knew it.

"Fine Kurt, but if she can't help you I'm taking you to the hospital." Blaine gave in. Blaine helped Kurt into the house where they were bombarded by Carole, who immediately attended to Kurt and Burt who practically nailed Blaine to the wall when he saw drops of blood following Kurt's path.