Blaine ran into the room and bursting into tears crying, seeing all the blood on the ground and Paul's dead body about five feet away from Kurt. He didn't give the bastard another look before running to Kurt falling on his knees trying to stop Kurt from bleeding. Kurt had been stabbed, mutilated and worst of all, Kurt was broken all because of him. Blaine called 911 and threw his phone across the room hitting the leg of the desk chair, cracking the screen even more. He saw his jacket torn to shreds but didn't care because Kurt was dying.

"BABY, WAKE UP! I LOVE YOU! DON'T YOU DARE EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME! KURT WAKE UP! PLEASE, I LOVE-"  Blaine, covered in blood already had his arms around Kurt and remembered that the door was locked. They could break it open easily, he needed to be with Kurt.

Kurt looked up at Blaine with tears streaming down his face but had more of a blank look, not really focusing on anything  but Blaine knew he could see him.

Blaine thought he couldn't cry any harder but when Kurt struggled to talk it got even worse and Kurt was out of it again.

"Where the fuck is the ambulance?"

"Kurt! Wake up! Stay with me. You can't let me go. OK?" Blaine's voice in his head told him to keep calm, so he did. Kurt woke up again and looked at Blaine. All he could do was smile a reassuring smile that he wasn't going anywhere.

 Blaine held the boy in his arms, blood still seeping through his shirt and pants  and just waited for the ambulance to come.

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The paramedics busted through the door and called for the ones who needed hope.

Blaine's voice was deep and groggy because the time lapse of no sleep from last night and today had caught up to him but when he spoke the thickness of his voice was wet with tears.

"HELP! WE'RE IN HERE! HELP! UPSTAIRS!" His prayers were answered. The voice told him...

"Don't worry babe, everything will be ok."

The voice was all he could hear now. It was louder than the medics racing up the stairs. It over took him as the people in navy blue pried him away from Kurt.

Blaine sat in a ball until another paramedic picked himself up and he was taken outside on a stretcher and had a shock blanket tightly around him.

Blaine didn't say anything to anyone on the way to the hospital (in a different ambulance), the smell of Kurt's blood was making him sick, he never felt so alone in his life. Common sense told him his best friend was dying  but the voice told him it was ok. Blaine broke the silence by bursting out in tears once again but this time they shook his body with a force he puked in the trash can next to him. One paramedic went to him and gave him a hot towel to clean himself off. The heat was comforting in the cold December weather. After two other towels the blood on his skin was gone which only left the stains on his clothes. Blaine just sat on the edge of the stretcher crying until they arrived at the  hospital.

Blaine sat alone in the waiting lounge waiting for news from the doctor. But nothing came. Blaine started to have a panic attack and fell to his knees trying to recover from it because it wasn't anything new to him. As his head was between his knees a doctor came in and saw him in distress, she went to him and put a hand on his back. Blaine suddenly could breathe and slowly lifted his head to look her in the eyes and she smiled down at him.

" He will be ok but right now he's in really bad shape. Have you called his parents?" Blaine realized he's left his phone at Kurt's house when he threw it.

"No, I left my phone there, I'm sor-"

"Hey, its ok. Do you know it? If you do you can just use my phone, even though we really aren't supposed to do that."

"Yeah." She gave him her phone and he shakily dialed Carol's number because he had called her so many times before when Kurt didn't have a phone that he knew it by heart. He told Burt and Carol everything they needed they needed to know besides the fact  about what  Kurt was doing to himself. They were going to be there tomorrow morning. That's when Blaine realized it was already past one in the morning. How long was in the waiting room? 10 hours; 11? Blaine had school tomorrow but he sure as hell was going, Kurt needed him.

" So how bad is it?" Blaine said getting to his feet.

" Well he has a punctured lung which we have to wait and see if it repairs itself and four new broken ribs. There were already three others from the past that are partially healed. He also has minor hypothermia.  But whoever did this mutilated his body cut a rasical slur with a sharp knife. They are very deep and might scar but we will get a plastic surgeon to come and take a look. We put him on a few drugs to help him sleep because he is in a lot of pain right now."

Blaine's body was shaking in rage so he left to find a payphone to call Finn.

Finn showed up with Puck in less than 15 minutes. So Blaine told them what happened, again but not all of it.