Kurt walks out of class grabbing his phone and switching it back on. Suddenly his phone lights with text messages and missed phone calls. He glances threw his phone log. 5 miss calls from his dad and one miss call from Blaine. A confused look comes over Kurts face. He dials his voicemail.

The automatic voice tells him he has 6 messages.

"Hey Kurt," Blaine is barely speaking, his voice is in such a quiet whisper, sniffles can be heard. "You must be in class," another sniffle. "So i just needed to leave you a message," something is shuffled on the recording. "I just need you to know, i love you. i will continue loving you even after i'm gone," Blaine suddenly sobs. "Goodbye Kurt," the message ends and the next one plays.

"Hey Kurt, I need you to call me as soon as you get this... its very important. I want you to hear it from me,"

"Kurt, Kiddo, come on you need to pick up your phone,"

"Kurt, something has happened you need to ring me,"

"Kurt, pick up your phone,"

"Kurt please kiddo pick up!"

Kurt ends the message and quickly dials his dad's number.

"Oh kiddo, thank god. Have you talked to anyone?"

"No dad i just turned my phone on, what's happening? i got a message from Blaine thats all,"

"Kurt, there was a shooting at McKinley. Blaine's ....." Kurt didn't here the rest as his phone slipped from his hand and he dropped to his knees with his head in his hands. He quickly hung up on his dad and dialed Blaine's number.

"Hey you reached Blaine, can't come to the phone right now. Just leave a message and i'll get back you,"

"Blaine? why aren't you picking up? Blaine please tell me you're alright.... please Blaine...."