~~SEPARATION LINE~~

The restaurant was an okay place. The food was decent, the music was nice, the d�cor was alright (it was alright to Blaine. Kurt was already making a note to BURN those curtains). What really stood out to Blaine Anderson was the company. Blaine tilted his head to the right and studied every viable inch of the boy across from him; the soft curve of his lips, his chestnut hair, his eyes of which he had been looking into for over a year and still couldn’t decipher the colour of. He could go on and on.

Kurt finally caught Blaine gazing at him and gave him a cocky eyebrow raise that sent the darker boy’s pulse skyrocketing. Blaine licked his lips and gave Kurt an eyebrow raise of his own. Kurt scoffed.

“Way to undress me with your eyes, Blaine. If you’re gonna do that at least do it somewhere where I can do something about it!”

“I can’t help it when my obscenely gorgeous boyfriend is sitting right across from me. If you’re going to look like that, at least do it somewhere where I can do something about it.” Blaine answered.

Kurt sighed and took the last bite of their shared brownie sundae (looking incredibly sexy as he did so, if Blaine did say so himself). He paid the bill, as it was his turn to do so, making sure to leave a fairly generous tip to the waitress who had complimented his new Alexander McQueen scarf. Both he and Blaine rose from their seats, clasped hands, and made for the exit.

Once outside, the Blaine pulled Kurt under a streetlight and kissed him, their mouths fitting together perfectly. Kurt sighed and draped his arms around Blaine. The silhouette created was worthy of a movie-cover.

The boys were lifted from their kiss-induced stupor when a slightly gravely voice yelled “Fags”. Kurt immediately spun to face the voice giving the man it belonged to his trademark ‘bitch glare’. The man in question was balding, red faced, and he looked about in his mid to late-thirties.

“Fairies” said another voice, this time belonging to a man directly behind Blaine. The man was so close that both he and Kurt could smell the liquor on his breath.

“So yous two were the queers who were spreading your fairy dust all around the restaurant all night,” A third man said, this one missing a few teeth and swaying a bit. “Weren’t ya?” The man shoved the pair into a nearby alley, pushing them into further and further darkness. ”You’re a disgusting pair o’ fags and the world’ll be better off without ya.” Each word was punctuated with a swift punch to the gut directed to one of the boys. They both tried to fend the men off, but apparently more had come.

“Blaine!” Kurt cried, desperate to find his lover’s hand in the darkness. The only thing his hand found was air.

“Kurt!” Blaine replied, sounding so very far away.

The brutish gang beat both boys with a force filled with blind hatred and alcohol. Blaine heard a gunshot accompanied by a guttural scream coming from the far end of the alley. He stopped feeling the men’s blows and went numb after realizing who must’ve been on the receiving end of the barrel. He vaguely recognized the sensation of being thrown into something very hard and afterwards, the slightly sticky, wet substance soaking through his clothes which could have only been his own blood. He heard sirens coming from a distance and to his relief, all of the men fled like the cowards they were. Blaine summoned his remaining strength and crawled to where he thought Kurt might be.

Upon reaching his boyfriend of nearly a year, Blaine’s heart shattered. Kurt looked utterly broken. His face was crumpled in pain, his body was bent at odd angles, and his once impeccable chestnut hair was matted to the back of his head with blood.

Blaine whimpered and Kurt opened his slightly unfocused eyes to look up at Blaine. Kurt was struggling to keep himself conscious, his head bobbing on his shoulders. Kurt started to drift into the realm of unconsciousness just as red and blue lights appeared. He vaguely heard Blaine tell him to stay awake along with the muffled shouts of the medics, but it sounded like he was hearing it through a layer of cotton. He wanted to listen to Blaine, but sleep sounded so nice right now. It would at least help him escape from the pain. The medics hauled both boys into twin ambulances, somehow managing to tear a hysterical Blaine away from an incapacitated Kurt. Hospitals were the last thing on both boys’ minds earlier that night.