"What happened to him?" Penny asked Blaine, kneeling in front of the disordered boy.

"I-I don't know…I just got here and he was cold—he was so cold, Penny…" Blaine murmured, still feeling the cold feeling of Kurt ghosting against his skin.

"Calm down, Blaine. Kurt is going to be okay. We'll take care of him," the ginger girl told him, squeezing his shoulder before standing up and turning away. She looked at her partner, who was laying Kurt on the ground, looking for vital signs from the boy.

"What we are going to do, Walter?" she murmured, looking at her partner and fighting against the tears that burned her eyes at the sight of Kurt lying on the ground like that. The scene seemed disturbingly familiar. It reminded her too much of the way they had found Burt's body.

"I-I don't know," Walter breathed. There were no vital signs coming from Kurt, and he had no idea what that meant. Kurt had vital signs? How was he supposed to help the boy if he didn't have any idea about how the android's body worked?

"You have to take to the hospital! They'll fix him!" Blaine shouted. Kurt couldn't die, he just couldn't.

"We can't take him to a hospital," Walter said, running his hands through his curly hair and wondering what to do. Desperation was overtaking him. Kurt wasn't human, so taking him to a hospital wouldn't help him at all. There was nothing that a doctor could do for him.

"What? You have to take him to a hospital!" Blaine said anxiously. Why wasn't Walter doing anything? Why couldn't he take Kurt to a hospital? That was the logical thing to do.

"We can take him to Abrams!" Penny abruptly suggested.

"What? Who is this Abrams…?" Blaine asked, looking confused. Who was this Abrams person? Kurt needed to go to a hospital!

"You think that's a good idea?" Walter asked his partner, ignoring his son.

"He's our only choice!" Penny said. A. Abrams was the biggest hacker in the country. He already had been arrested multiple times for possession of illegal technology. If anyone could help Kurt, it was him.

"What're you talking about? Who the hell is Abrams? Kurt needs to go to a freaking hospital!" Blaine screamed. Walter and Penny were ignoring him completely, and they weren't doing anything to help Kurt at all.

"Blaine, trust us. We know what we're doing." Penny assured Blaine as Walter stood up with Kurt in his arms.

"Wait! Where are you guys going to take him?" Blaine exclaimed, standing up as he saw Walter leaving the room with Kurt in his arms. He didn't understand what was going on.

"Blaine, we're going to get help," Walter told him.

"WAIT!" Blaine gasped, grabbing onto Walter's arm. He wouldn't let them take Kurt away from him without explaining where the hell they were going.

"Where are you gonna take him?" Blaine inquired heatedly.

"Let go of me, Blaine! We're going to get him fixed." Walter spoke in a grave tone, looking into his son's eyes. He had never seen Blaine worried about someone like that. Blaine's mask of arrogance and superiority had fallen, and the only emotions that Walter could see on his son's face were concern and desperation. It was as if he wouldn't be able to live if something happened to Kurt.

"Let me go with you then," Blaine demanded, gripping his father's shirt. He couldn't let Kurt go. He hadn't held the boy in his arms for so long, promising that everything was going to be alright, just to watch him be taken away from him like that. Without any explanations about what they were planning or where they are going to take him.

"I'm sorry, Blaine, but you can't go with us," Walter spoke, his heart tightening in his chest at the sight of a tear running down his son's face. That look was disturbingly familiar. It was the same look the boy had at his brother's funeral.

"Please…" Blaine pleaded, clenching his father's shirt between his trembling fingers. "Let me go with you, Walter."

"I'm sorry, Blaine, I-I can't. But I promise you, everything will be alright," the federal agent whispered, disengaging himself from his son's grip and turning his back on him.

"Just like you promised you would be there for me ten years ago?" the boy retorted, angry tears in his eyes.

Walter felt Blaine's words tearing his heart apart, but he didn't say anything or even look back. Instead, he kept walking with the unconscious android in his arms while Penny followed him. There wasn't anything he could say to make Blaine believe in his promises. All he could do was try to get Kurt fixed, and for once, fulfill a promise made to his son.

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Blaine supported his weight against the closed door, taking deep breaths.

Walter promised that everything will be alright, the boy kept thinking. He was trying really hard to believe in his dad's words and forcing himself to ignore the voice in his head that was whispering all the promises his dad already made that he had never fulfilled.

Walter promised that he would visit Blaine, he promised that he would be there for him, and that he would show up at his birthday parties and his school plays. So many promises, but not one filled. On more than one occasion, Blaine had spent his birthday parties standing at the front door, waiting for his dad, assuring his friends that yes, of course his daddy would come, that Walter had promised him, but he never came. Also, on more the one occasion during his school plays, the boy had messed up his lines looking for Walter's face in the audience, just to see a empty seat.

And at first that hurt, that hurt a lot. On many nights Blaine went to sleep angry, feeling unimportant. Because of Walter's behavior, his son began to hate birthday parties, and never would step on a stage again. Blaine just reached a point where he no longer bothered to look to his side during the important moments of his life, expecting to see Walter there. He already knew that his dad would be too busy grieving Cooper's death to remember he that his younger son still lived.

Years ago, Blaine stopped waiting for Walter. And now, years later, that was exactly what his dad was asking him to do. To wait, to believe in him again. How could him ask for such thing? After Blaine lost faith in him, he just couldn't bring himself to believe his promises.

Blaine looked down at his empty arms. He still could feel the cold feeling of Kurt's skin against his and the way the pale boy had been trembling in his arms. His chest ached.

"Y-you found me,"Kurt's words softly echoed in Blaine's mind, filling him with emotions he didn't know how to deal with.

Emotions were a disease, Blaine already knew that. Every time he let his feelings take control, bad things would happen. People had hurt him, and they usually just left without looking back. But Kurt wasn't going to do that…Was he?

Why wouldn't he? Blaine thought. He barely knew Kurt, so why would the boy even care about Blaine? Everybody had left him. His father, his mother, his brother…

It was on a regular day like this, a school day, when his brother had died.

And it wasn't like in movies, where people would feel that something bad was about to happen. There wasn't a sad song playing in the background, warning that a tragedy would be coming. No, it had been a beautiful, sunny day.

Coop had left home late as usual, rushed and saying goodbye to Barbara with his mouth full and messing with Blaine as he ran out the door, calling his young brother little hobbit. There wasn't anything in his behavior that announced that something was about to happen, that in a matter of hours a drug addict would cross his path and take his life.

Blaine had spent that afternoon running around with a red sheet tied around his neck, saying that he was Superman. His dad was at work and his mother was baking an apple pie. Everything seemed normal and everything felt normal, but then the phone rang and suddenly, everything changed.

His mother answered the phone, curling her long fingers around it and smiling at Blaine, who was jumping from couch to couch, saying that he was going to fly. But as the grave voice spoke on the other side of the line asking Barbara if she was the mother of Cooper Anderson, her smile faded away and tears began to run down her cheeks and blur her impeccable make-up.

A piercing cry invaded the air as the black haired woman screamed and fell to her knees, feeling her heart being ripped out of her chest.

Blaine ran to his mother, frightened, asking her what happened, but their gardener took him away from there. He dragged young Blaine into the kitchen and made him promise to stay there like a good boy until a grown up came to retrieve him.

Blaine stayed in that kitchen alone, waiting for hours. His mother left the house, and the gardener had accompanied her. Clutching his red cape, the boy sat in the kitchen quietly. He wanted his mommy and wanted to cry, but he didn't. Instead, he just sat there, being a good boy until his Uncle Joe showed up and told him to go to bed, that his mom and his dad would be home soon and that they would explain everything to him.

Blaine felt his chest tighten as he put on his PJ's and went to bed without understanding what was happening. He had this feeling of impotence and of not knowing what was coming next, but he was certain that it wouldn't be something good.

And now, years later, Blaine was here again. Staying at home alone and waiting. But this time, he wouldn't be a good boy and he wouldn't just stand there, waiting for hours, just be informed that he had lost someone again. There was something crawling under his skin. It was the same unbearable feeling that he had felt years ago as he sat alone in a room, waiting for news.

Blaine stood up and ran to get his car keys. He wouldn't sit there and wait for more bad news, and have to deal with another one of Walter's empty promises. He felt so impotent, so weak, and at the same time so angry and hurt. The alcohol still remaining in his system from all his drinking that afternoon only made things worse, confusing. Memories of his brother, of the abruptness of Cooper's death, his dad's abandonment, everything was mingling, mixing in his mind as the memory of Kurt losing consciousness in his arms haunted him.

Blaine didn't even know where he was going as he drove through the unfamiliar streets of Walter's neighborhood. He just needed get out of there and get rid of the cold feeling of Kurt's skin still ghosting his body.

Blaine kept driving until he ran out of gas. He then realized that he had ended up in a familiar place. He didn't know how he had gotten to the alley where his friends hung out, but there he was. Blaine got out of the car, but as his friends walked over to greet him, Blaine saw Puck's smug face and he felt angry. So very angry.

A guttural noise came out of Blaine's throat. He clenched his fists tightly at the sight of that arrogant asshole with an arm around his best friend's waist. Quinn looked like she had been crying again.

He was just so tired of it, all the crying and the pain. At least once he needed see someone that caused pain and suffering being punished.

Doing something completely unexpected, Blaine ran in Puck's direction. He punched the taller boy square in the jaw. Puck didn't have time to even comprehend what was going on, because suddenly he was on the ground and Blaine was on top of him, beating him senseless. The shorter boy's face twisted in a mad expression as he punched and kicked whatever part of Puck's body he could reach.

Puck had never felt scared from being attacked before, but this time he couldn't help it, he froze. Blaine's eyes were filled with such rage, in a way that the boy had never seen before. And if no one stopped Blaine, he might end up killing him with his bare hands.

Quinn was screaming for him to stop, that he was hurting Puck, and Brittany's piercing cries were echoing in Blaine's ears. But their voices and pleas weren't enough to drown out the memory of Kurt whispering still resounding inside of his mind, corrupting his thoughts, blinding him with rage. He couldn't stop, he just couldn't, not when he was finally giving vent to all the dark feelings he had been locking in his heart in the past years.

He just wanted make all of those feelings, all of that emotional sickness go away.

Trying to prevent Blaine from hurting Puck even more or hurting himself, Mike and Sam stood up and dragged the boy away from Puck. They grabbed Blaine's waist and wrists trying to stop him, but the boy continued throwing punches at everything around him, screaming things that didn't even make sense. Cooper's name, his dad's, Kurt's...

Holding Blaine's arms forcefully behind his back and pressing him against the dirty ground as they supported their knees on his backbone, the boys finally managed immobilize him, stopping Blaine's mad outburst.

"What the hell's fucking wrong with you?" Puck rasped, spitting out some blood on the ground. The girls had kneeled around him and were trying to help him. Puck's face was red and some bruises were already turning into a deep shade of purple.

Blaine didn't answer him. He was panting heavily and tears were burning his eyes. He just wanted get rid of all of his feelings. Why couldn't he just get rid of them?

Seeing the broken look in her best friend's eyes, Quinn let go of Puck and walked towards Blaine. She knew that look was the same look that Blaine had on the day of his brother's funeral. Something had happened.

"Let go of him," she demanded of the boys holding on to Blaine.

"Are you sure?" Mike inquired. The pink haired girl nodded and he and Sam let go of Blaine.

"What happened?" she whispered, kneeling beside Blaine and placing her hands on his cheeks.

"H-he was s-so cold, Q, so cold..." he mumbled, his voice cracking.

"Who was cold?"

"C-cooper... no, it w-was K-Kurt! Kurt was so fucking cold…" the boy spoke, too disordered by all the memories filling his mind and the alcohol remaining in his system.

Quinn wrapped her arms around him as he buried his face in her shoulder, sobbing desperately and clutching at her in the same desperate way he had clung to his mother when she had told him that his brother was dead.

"What's wrong with him? Is he broken?" Brittany asked her girlfriend, seeing how devastated Blaine seemed.

"Yes, baby, he is broken…Too broken…" Santana answered, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. She needed to remember herself that at least there was something good in this fucked up word.

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A. Abrams become famous as an activist for the robot freedom movement at the age of only eighteen years old. He hacked the Avalon's system, becoming a legend in cyber space. Every time he was arrested, all over the country hackers would make a commotion and would threaten to shut down the government's system if they didn't free him. Everyone thought that Artie was some oriental boy living in some big city, but the truth was that the famous A. Abrams was just Artie. A twenty year old boy who wore huge glasses, lived in Lima, Ohio and was in a wheelchair.

What motived him, a small town nerd, to fight in the cause of robot rights, was a domestic model of a robot that his mom had bought for him to help him after he was left paralyzed following a car crash when he was eight years old and left in a wheelchair. C-3PO, as Artie called his domestic model, didn't seem any different from any regular robot. He was faceless, gray, and programed to obey his owner's orders.

But there different something about C-3PO which no one besides Artie seemed to notice. The robot didn't do just only what he was programed to do.

In the beginning, Artie's super protective mother programed C-3PO do everything for Artie. He would carry the boy around, make Artie's food, help him dress; the robot even brushed the boy's hair. And Artie never told his mother, but that robot really annoyed him. He was sick of people, and now of C-3PO, doing things to him that made him feel useless and like an invalid.

Then one day, Artie woke up and positioned himself on the edge of his bed, ready to be dressed by C-3PO. But the machine surprised him by placing his clothes beside him and leaving the room. Artie didn't understand what was going on. His mother had programmed C-3PO to help him to dress, and the robot's behavior didn't make any sense. But once he was already late for school, the boy was forced to dress alone for the first time in years. And surprisingly, it felt good. Sure, putting on his shoes was really hard, but he felt like he had saved Princess Leia when he finally managed do it.

The rest of that day went as expected, and C-3PO did all the other things that he was programmed to do. Artie thought that the robot actions that morning were just some sort of defect. But the next morning the robot did the same thing, and then the morning that followed, and the next, and as the time passed, C-3PO began to do fewer and fewer things for Artie, forcing the boy to learn how to do things on his own. C-3PO was teaching him to be independent. And doing things on his own felt good; it made the boy feel important, like a man.

Thinking that his mother had programed C-3PO to do that, Artie went one day to thank her. But unexpectedly, his mother told him that she didn't program C-3PO do anything like that, deciding that the robot probably had some sort of defect.

Other owners wouldn't be pleased by the idea of their robots having some kind of defect, but Artie was more than pleased, he was amazed. C-3PO was special. Artie decided to research on the internet more about this and discovered that other robots also presented similar behaviors, "defects", that made them act in an almost human way.

Joining the online forums and communities about "H.U.M.A.N.S", the name gave to robots with human behavior, Artie discovered amazing things. Cases of robots throwing themselves in front of cars to defend their owners, robots that developed artistic gifts and that began to not only repeat the music their owners programmed them to play, but to play new ones, some even composed by themselves.

No longer seeing C-3PO as a utensil, Artie began to grow closer to the machine, observing all the little components that C-3PO had that made him seem so human. However, his mother didn't look at C-3PO's behavior as something positive, but as a defect. She saw it as flaw that need to be corrected.

And one morning, as Artie began to dress, an unfamiliar gray robot entered him room, taking the shirt out his hands and dressing him forcefully. Artie screamed for his mother who rushed into his room. As his mother entered his room the boy immediately asked for C-3PO, demanding to know who this strange machine in his room was. His mother calmly answered him that she had gotten rid of C-3PO and had bought a new robot, one without "defects."

Artie was devastated for weeks. He went to the Avalon's industries, demanding C-3PO back, and found out that they had already destroyed his friend, following the protocol of how to deal with machines that presented irregular behavior.

After that, Artie left home and became an activist for Robot's rights.

He had crossed federal Agent Walter Anderson's path on countless occasions, and such occasions usually ended up with him in jail. It would end with his mother paying his bail and telling him that if she knew that he would turn into a criminal, she would never have bought C-3PO at first place.

And that was the reason why when Artie went to answer his door, still in his Star Wars pajamas, the last person he considered that would be waiting outside would be Walter, holding an unconscious boy and being followed by an unfamiliar and nervous ginger girl.

"Look, I didn't do anything wrong this time, I swear!" the boy shouted, before Walter invaded his apartment. "Okay, okay, I did download some illegal stuff, but c'mon, you guys can't be arresting people for illegal downloads now, can you? And what's it with the sleeping beauty?" the boy asked, confused as Walter placed the unconscious boy on Artie's couch.

"You need to help him!" Walter hissed, pointing to the pale boy.

"What? How would I help a… Wait a minute, is he a…?"

"A robot! Yes! Now please help him!" Penny cried, shocking Artie.

"God… But he seems so…so… real. I've never seen anything like him before, even the old sexual satisfaction models weren't as perfect as this…" the boy murmured, approaching the android and reaching a hand out to touch the boy. His skin was soft, not silicon or plastic soft, but fleshy soft. How was that possible?

"Can you help him?" Walter inquired, desperation palpable in his voice.

"Why would you want me to help him? He is obviously an illegal model!" Artie frowned, not understanding what the hell was going on.

"Just help him, please!" Penny pleaded.

"Alright, alright…" Artie finally agreed. He would never be able to say no to a pretty girl.

"Give me your taser," he said to the ginger girl, who frowned at his request.

"My taser?"

"Yeah, yeah, your taser. C'mon, this is a dangerous city and you're a pretty girl. Every smart girl has a taser nowadays," he explained, raising a hand to take the taser that Penny hesitantly took out of her purse.

He opened the small devise quickly and began to disconnect and reconnect its cables in different positions to change its voltage.

"What're you doing?" Walter inquired, not understanding what the boy was intending to do.

"Changing the taser's voltage." Artie answered, too focused on plugging and cutting the cables of Penny's small self-defense devise.

"Why?" Penny asked, confused.

"Well, you know, I already missed the beginning of The Empire Strikes Back anyway, so why not electrocute an unconscious robot?" Artie sarcastically answered before plugging one last cable and touching small Kurt's chest with the taser, discharging a lethal charge of electricity through the android's body and scaring the two federal agents standing in front of him.

"Why the hell do you just do that!" Penny yelled, shocked.

"Because I'm a freaking genius," the boy in the wheelchair said, winking as the pale android's eyes slowly opened.