"Come on David! Some kid is stuck in the janitor's closet, probably bleeding to death while we're chatting to our friends! Hurry up!" Blaine said the last part with particular emphasis as David and Wes were freaking out over the 'ghost'.
Luckily Blaine knew exactly where the janitor kept his keys having previously used them (to get the cleaning supplies for his friends messy antics. The possy headed straight for the staff room knowing that's where the keys are. They needn't worry about anyone being IN the staffroom, as it was run-down and old. The teachers liked to 'hang out' in the staffroom that was in the adjacent building.
Pulling the door with so much force it nearly fell off its hinges, the three boys entered the foul smelling room. The key cupboard was kept in the far corner and thankfully there was no locking mechanism. Blaine opened the cupboard and absentmindedly took out the key to the janitor's closet.
Wes and David had kept quiet most of the way, and their faces showed that they were obviously not cut out for emergency services.
As they neared the door, no sound was coming from the closet. Blaine fumbled for the key hole. He had no idea why he was in such a panic, but there was something inside of him that just made him do it. Wes had never seen Blaine this anxious before and decided not to question him.
Finally managing to get the door open, Blaine saw the poor boy curled up into a fetal position.
During Kurt's subconsciousness he had curled up into this familiar position, not noticing any pain. Blaine stifled a gasp and told Wes and David to go and get help ASAP.
Blaine crouched on the floor and cradled the boy in his arms. He had a feeling this boy liked to sing so he hummed. He hummed along to his favourite song. This boy, so young and fragile was so beautiful. Blaine didn't even know his name but he was so beautiful.
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Fourth chapter is a longer one :))