#Death.

According to the doctors, the cause of death was internal bleeding from head trauma. At least the primary diagnosis could be it. They had to wait for the autopsy.

The policemen were fencing the whole house as a crime scene.

Kurt was driving to Blaine’s house, because he, and also mr. Schue didn’t attend the daily lesson. Porcelain was worried about his boyfriend, because he did not answer to the ten Kurt’s calls.

When he arrived at Blaine’s house he saw something that he never wanted to see: yellow bands around the cottage.

He began to sweat cold. He parked his car beside the pavement. Before getting out of the vehicle he took a deep breath.

The walk from the car to the first policeman took about five minutes, because he was really terrified about having lost the love of his life. Tears wanted to come down from his eye, but he repressed them.

He approached the nearest policeman.

“Excuse me? What has happened?” The fear was exuding from the inside.

“Homicide” sentenced the policeman coldly “Who you are? What are you doing here?” added him.

Kurt started crying hard.

“No! No! NO! It can be true!” screamed loudly the little boy.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I said something wrong?” Asked the man in uniform.

“No…No…” started Kurt while sobbing “It is just…”.

“KURT!” suddenly a familiar voice screamed his name.

“Blaine!” the smile returned on porcelain face when he saw his boyfriend “oh god thanks. For a moment I thought you were dead!” said Kurt hugging his boyfriend, who was really stiffened and frightened.

Kurt noticed a different expression on Blaine’s face. He was lost, staring at the boy in front of him, without speaking. “Blaine?” started Kurt “What has happened? Why your house is surrounded by policemen? Why are you so scared?” ended him taking Blaine’s face between his hands.

Before saying anything, Blaine put his arms around Kurt’s neck, took a very deep breath and began crying, trying to send away the desperation: “It is about…Schuester. He…He is dead”

“Oh my god, how is happened? You are not guilty, do you?”

“No, no. I am not guilty!” said Blaine desperately “but they don’t think the same” said the boy pointing to the policemen “because they found me with Mr. Schue dead body.” Blaine whispered and continued. “He came to my house yesterday evening. I thought it was you when the intercom rang. But it was not. I asked him to leave, but then I let him enter, because he told me that he wanted to tell me just one thing.” Blaine stopped talking for a moment “then he drugged me. I fell on the floor. He forced me.” Blaine pointed out that word, which rang in Kurt’s ear as an accusation. “I begged him to stop, but he did not. I was immobile”. Blaine wiped away his tears and went on: “When I regained control of my body I took off from his clutches and gave him a push, causing him to bang his head against the cabinet. I tried to call him, but it resulted vain. So I crouched in a corner, naked and afraid. And so they found me. If only you had been there. But you did not even warned that you would not come to dinner. I felt sidelined, Kurt.”

“I am so sorry Blaine, but I felt sick yesterday evening and I forgot to texting you. And I hoped you would have understood” said Kurt pervaded by guilt.

“Now it is too late, Kurt” sentenced Blaine in a strong, but at the same time, desperate voice, while a policeman put him in handcuffs.

Then he was brought in armored.

The van left.

Kurt began to run behind it, but when he saw the van turn the corner he fell on his knees.

He was desperate. He had lost the love of his life.

However Blaine had lost something more: his dignity.