Kurt.

Kurt was dead. He was sure of it. He felt the cold, hard ground underneath him, damp with his dark blood. He never thought he was going to die a high school junior. He surely hadn't expected it to be in his school parking lot. He had so many dreams, so many goals! This wasn't how it was supposed to end. But, as Kurt lay there, watching Sebastian scream at him and deepen the gash on the side of his face with his boot, he knew it was over. That he was over. He wanted to cry, scream, defend himself, but he couldn't. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything but watch. Watch Sebastian calm down, watch him realize what he had done, watch him sob, and finally, watch him get in his car and drive off. Kurt laid there, watching the rest of the school come out of the gym. He watched them leave laughing, tired, and sweaty after the hours of dancing. He watched them stumble innocently down the court yard, heading to their cars; he watched them gasp when they saw him, lying there, death written on his face. He watched them cry, them scream, them pull out their phones. Kurt didn't want to watch them anymore, blackness was everywhere, comfortable and warm, he let it close around him. Kurt let himself die.

Kurt gasped, shooting straight up, trying to figure out where he was. He'd blacked out. He had gotten bad again. He cursed himself, just when he thought he was getting better. He tried to remember what was happening right before he blacked out, what caused it. Suddenly, it all came back. Sebastian-Closet-Bleach-Figg.. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. OH NO. Figgins! Figgins caught them! Oh god! Oh god! Where was he?! How long was he blacked out?! He jumped off what seemed to be a bed and ran out the unrecognizable door. He was in his school hallway, he was still at school. Good! Maybe he still had time! Maybe he could convince Figgins to not tell his dad about him and Sebastian! He started sprinting to his principles office. Slamming the door open, he had barely gotten out the words "Principle Figgins" before he heard a voice behind him, an all too familiar voice..

"Please tell me this is joke Kurt. Please.." Kurt closed his eyes and slowly turned around to face his father. Shit.