All he could hear was heavy breathing, a couple of gun shots had gone off one hitting Phil and the next accidentally hitting the light source throwing everything into an unsettling darkness.

"Blaine? Blaine, are you ok?" Kurt whispered in tears sounding a little lost.

"Im fine," he whispered.

"Thank god, thank god," Kurt started to sob. He would do anything to be able to walk over to him and give him a hug.

There was a small buzz and the rest of the lights came to life. He looked to the floor Phil lying on the floor with a gun still in his hand. He was making small movements.

Phils eyes blinked open.

"Neil! Neil shoot him," he panicked as Phil smirked blood dripping from his mouth pointing the gun at him.

Phil pulled the trigger and he felt a sharp stabbing feeling in his chest throwing his chair backwards again. He used all of his strength and managed to shift the chair making sure that he landed on his side this time.

"BLAINE!" Kurt yelled.

There was another gun shot and then Neil was at his side.

"Blaine? Stay with me," Neils voice made him relax a small amount.

His stomach was burning and he was becoming extremely tired. He felt his arms and legs being untied from the chair and his limbs fell uselessly by his side.

"Blaine! Blaine, someone untie me! Blaine!" Kurt yelled frantically.

He heard a couple more footsteps moving into the building.

"The outside is clear sir," one of the agents said stopping when he saw what was happening.

"Get someone to untie him and call an ambulance, NOW!" Neil yelled.

There was more movement and then suddenly Kurt was next to him, taking his hand. Neil had turned him onto his back and was starting to put pressure on the wound.

"You can get through this Blaine," Kurt said placing small kisses to his hand.

He let a small smile sit on his lips. "Im not sure that I can," he choked blood rising in his throat. He moved his head to the side letting the blood dribble out of his mouth onto the floor.

"You can, I know you can youre so strong," Kurt continued and he watched as Neil nodded.

"Blaine youre one of the most talented agents that Ive ever met, you have to hold on, the ambulance will be here any minute," Neil said panicked.

He felt so heavy, everything was fading.

"Im sorry," he slurred closing his eyes.

"Blaine! Please stay awake," Kurt said.

He was trying to hold on but the pain in his chest was too much, it was burning and he could feel more blood rising up his throat.

He was going to die.

He force his eyes open taking a look at Kurt. "I love you," he half slurred, half sobbed.

His eyes fell closed again and he felt himself get forced into the darkness, into the nothingness.

…

He could hear a faint beeping, it was constant.

As he the beeping got louder he got more aware. The pain in his chest had lessened but it was still there, someone was clinging onto his hand, the other hand was wrapped in something, a cast?

He forced his eyes open, his body coming back to life. The brightness of the room that he was in made him squint but everything else seemed silent.

He let his eyes adjust before looking around. He was defiantly in a hospital.

The room was practically empty, the only person that was there was Kurt who had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed. He was clinging onto his hand.

It looked to be night-time, he didnt know how they had let Kurt stay overnight but he knew that Kurt was stubborn. He was glad they had though; Kurt looked adorable when he slept.

He looked at his other hand proving that he did indeed have a cast on his broken wrist.

He gave Kurts hand a small squeeze.

"Kurt?" he tested his voice. It came out a little raspy. "Kurt," he tried again and this time he shuffled, waking up.

Kurt opened his eyes slowly. "I told you Im not leaving him," he mumbled sleepily.

"Im glad youre stubborn," he giggled lightly, a sharp pain shooting his chest warning him to stop.

"Blaine?" Kurt said his head shooting up wide awake.

"Hey," he said as Kurt bursts into tears.

"Im so glad that youre awake, the doctors said there was a chance that you werent going to wake up," Kurt sobbed standing up slowly and carefully leaning down capturing his lips on his. He deepened it straight away not ever wanting to stop.

Kurt pulled away.

"How long have I been out?" He asked.

"A week," Kurt said more tear running down his face. "When you got here you went straight into surgery, you were in there for hours and when you were ready for visitors they wouldnt let me in, it was only your agent friends that were allowed in. I think your friend, Neil I think it was, I think he covered for you and got all the agents that were there when you got into the car with those psychos to say that you were taken," Kurt explained.

"He did?" Blaine said surprised.

"Yes, I dont think youre going to get fired Blaine," Kurt said with a small smile on his face.

He didnt really know what to think about that, on one hand his job was everything he was, but on the other hand if he kept his job he wouldnt be able to be with Kurt. Not that Kurt wanted to be with him now anyway.

He put on a fake smile. "Thats great," he said rubbing his thumb on Kurts hand.

Kurt nodded.

"So I guess youre finished your mission now, will you leave?" Kurt whispered.

"I think so, but I failed my mission here so I dont know what they will give me next," he said looking down at his bandaged wrapped chest. "Dont know how long this is going to take to heal either," he said and Kurt gave his hand a squeeze.

"Blaine, you didnt fail your mission here," he said and he looked at him confused.

"Yes I did, my mission was to recruit you, I failed whatever way you look at it," he said giving him a sad smile.

Kurt sighed and looked into his eyes. "Your boss, Shawn it think it was, we met a couple days ago and he asked me if I wanted to start training," Kurt paused and his heart started to race, he couldnt have done what he thought he had. "And I said yes…," he finished.

"You what?!" He said his eyes wide and frantic.