I try to join the crowd, but no one lets me in. Whoever it is or whatever is happening must be pretty interesting, if I can't even get a peak. I try from every angle. I just need a some insurance that whoever is lying there is not Kurt. I was supposed to hold his hand. I was supposed to keep him save. That's what you do, isn't it? Protect the ones you love? Isn't that how it works? I love Kurt. I should have protected him.
“Oh god!” I hear people scream. “The body?!?!” Another one yells. What body? Kurt's body? Please let it not be his body.
Whoever it was seems to be in the ambulance and on it's way. The crowd breaks up and I am left standing thier. It starts to rain. It's really like a movie. I'm standing here worried and scared, in the rain. How much more Adele can this get?
I take a deep breath and walk in the rain. A small tear falls out. I blink it away and keep moving. “Kurt.” I whisper before huddling under a tree. “Penguin?”

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Wes stands over me. “Are you okay? That was a nasty fall.” He helps me up. I check my senses. I can see Wes' worried face, clearly, even in the rain. I can suddenly feel the rush of cold and wetness. I can hear the tears of others around me. “He was so young.” Who? What happened? I smell the fresh rain and oddly the sadness within the air.
I brush the dirt off me. Thankfully it's not much and it just looks like I leaned on a dirty tree. I'm wet but it doesn't bother me. I used to stay in the shower for almost 2 hours so my dad didn't hear me crying over what Karofsky had done to me. I am no stranger to being wet.
“Kurt?” Wes asks.
“Yes.” I nod.
“Blaine's looking for you.”
I perk up. I stagger a bit and grab my chest as if I'm ready for when my heart jump out. “Where?”
“He met me and others at the front, by that tree. Then I lost him. He probably headed over withe the crowd to see the body.”
I look about, as if to get a glance of where he might me.
“What, body?” I blink twice rapidly.
“Someone was in the fire. A first year. Rumour is, he's....” Wes doesn't finish. He doesn't have to, his face says it all. All the sadness and pain.
“Who? I mean what was his name?” I try to shake the thought of a dead boy out of my mind.
“Johnny. That was his nickname. Andrew used to tutor him.” Wes looks down, and then to the side. I follow his gaze. Andrews lying on the ground in the hands of his boyfriend crying.
“I'm... sorry. I-” I don't know what to say.
“So am I.” Wes takes a deep breath.
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“Excuse me?” I walk over the a group of boys, I over heard them talking about the body.
“Yes.” A small boy answers. He's short for his age but his features look mature. I try not to look down to him, but keep good eye contact. “Do you guys know who that was, who, was taken away.”
“Andrew's kid?” Another adds. I look up. I know this kid. He sits behind me in English.
“What do you mean?” Were they dating?
“No, Andrew was like his only friend. Johnny only really spoke Russian. Andrew was his unofficial interpreter.” The short one says.
“Oh, kay.” I really don't know what to make of all this. They really haven't answered my question. At least I know it's not Kurt. I should be happy about that, but the look at their faces makes me feel shallow. I feel guilty for not knowing who this, Johnny person was. “Is he going to be okay?”
“Doesn't look like it. From what we saw of the body, he's bad.” The short one looks at the ground. The rain comes down heavier.
A bell rings. We can go back in now. Wait! No! I still have to find Kurt. I should just go back to his room. Wait there.

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Blaine probably wants to go back to his room. I take my time returning to the school. I walk slowly and tiredly. Most of the other students are as well. The injured kid must have been popular. Many our following in my footsteps. I hear cry’s and moans. Words of comfort are passed from one to another.
I am overly come with guilt. Why am I not more sad over this? All I am worried about is Blaine. How am I so damn selfish? What is wrong with me?
I take a deep breath and re-enter the dorm. The walls are black. I pass by a dim room. A small crowd is around it. The door is knocked over and the insides are dark and burnt. I smell burnt flesh. I try hard not to hold my nose as I walk by.
I stare at the ground as I walk. Poor kid. I desperately want to know what happened. Probably me and the rest of the student body. I sigh. The blackness on the walls end abruptly and the the hall looks normal again. Many students had returned to thier rooms. I continue straight to my room. I look ahead as to see Blaine standing thier, waiting for me. I can't see much as a large crowd walks in front of me. I can't really pass them but I don't really try. I have prepared my self for the the fact that Blaine is not waiting me. He is gone, to his room. Or talking to others. It's been a long night. He must have plenty to do before morning. I just really wish he were here. I need a hug. A Blaine hug.