He remembered that he and Jeff had argued about something and Jeff had left pissed off. He remembered being in the library when the alarm went off. He would never forget being in the common room and recognising who was on the stretcher by the platinum blonde hair on Jeff’s head.

Nick let a broken cry escape from his throat as David took him into a hug. They had begged the headmistress to be allowed to follow Jeff to the hospital. The only Warblers missing were Kurt and Blaine.

“Has anyone called them?” Nick asked, his voice breaking slightly. All of the boys shook their heads, and Nick made his way over to the pay phone. His fingers shaking the entire time he dialled the familiar number.

—-

Blaine awoke to Kurt poking his stomach. “Turn it off, Blaine.” He mumbled. “I’m still alive.”

Blaine reached for his phone in the darkness, blinking repeatedly as he realised it was a phone call. It was an unknown number, which was odd because Blaine could have sworn the headmistress had said something about no calls from outside Dalton.

He rubbed his eyes before answering. “Hello?”

“Blaine! It’s Nick. Thank god you picked up.”

Blaine’s eyes swept the room, noticing immediately that the other boys were missing. “Where the fuck are you guys?”

“It’s Jeff. He… he was attacked earlier. We’re all at the hospital.”

Blaine sat up quickly and almost caused Kurt to fall to the floor. “Is he…?”

“We don’t know. He’s been in surgery forever. I’m sorry that it took me so long to call. I’ve just… well, you know.”

“No, don’t worry about it Nick. Kurt and I will be there soon. Call me if you get any news before then? See you soon.”

Blaine hung up the phone, his eyes meeting Kurt’s.

“What’s going on, Blaine? Is everything okay?” Kurt asked, sitting up slowly.

Blaine shook his head. “No. We slept through a fucking alarm, Kurt. Jeff was attacked. We have to go to the hospital.”

——

After convincing the headmistress they needed to be with the other Warblers, she allowed a security guard to drive Kurt and Blaine to the hospital.

They held hands the entire way, neither of them speaking. The second the car pulled up to the hospital, they jumped out of the car and ran up the steps.

The walk to the waiting room felt like it took forever.

Nick ran at Blaine, almost smothering him in a tight embrace. “What if he doesn’t wake up Blaine? What if he doesn’t make it through surgery?” He was sobbing into Blaine’s shoulder. “The last thing I said to him, oh god, I was a complete asshole. What if that’s the last thing I ever did to him?”

Nick pulled away, his body shaking from the force of his tears. “I love him more than anything and I never got to tell him. What if I never get the chance now?”

Kurt stood awkwardly behind Blaine. He’d been part of the Warblers for almost a month now, but this still felt very much like intruding.

“How did you deal when your mom died, Kurt?” Nick asked, bringing him back to reality with a bang.

Kurt walked forward slowly. “I… I was very young. I had my Dad every step of the way. But Nick, why are you even thinking about death? We haven’t heard anything yet.”

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose him.” Nick said quietly trying to calm down. “He is in every sense of the word, my everything.”

Earlier that night

“I don’t see what the big deal is, Nick.” Jeff said as he caught the ball he was throwing in the air. “We’ve been official for over 6 months. I told my parents before we left for Dalton.”

Nick sighed, lowering his book to his chest. “Yeah, and they wouldn’t even hug you goodbye afterward. If I remember correctly, your dad said you were cut off, and not to bother coming back home.”

Jeff lost his concentration and the boll rolled to the floor. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”

“Well it’s true. Maybe I’m not ready for that kind of treatment. Maybe I’m not sure about this whole bisexual thing.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said last night when we-“

Nick waved his hands frantically and Jeff stopped talking. “We’re guys, Jeff. When we have the need to get off, we do so in whatever way possible.” He said with a small shrug of his shoulders.

Jeff stared at him blankly. “Are you… are you actually serious right now?”

When Nick answered with silence, Jeff stood up. “I knew you were a lot of things Nick, but I didn’t think you were cruel.” He grabbed his bag off the floor. “Come find me when you have the balls to face what we have between us. Until then, kindly fuck off.” Jeff slammed the door behind him as he left.

Nick groaned. What the fuck was he so afraid of?

Present Time

Nick had his head in his hands when a Doctor walked out of the sliding doors. “Family for Jeffrey Matthews?”

“His family is on vacation in Italy. I’m his be- boyfriend.” Nick let himself speak the truth, it was the least he could do. “Is he okay? He’s not dead is he?” He was crying again. Blaine put his arm around Nick, trying to comfort him.

“Jeff is stable. Whoever attacked him caught an artery in his arm. Your friend is lucky to be alive.”

“Like I said, he’s my boyfriend.” Nick answered; his nerves on edge. “Can we see him?”

The Doctor nodded. “He’s weak, so don’t expect much.” He opened the door and Nick went to follow, but stopped when he saw the other boys weren’t following.

“Blaine, Kurt. Come with me please.”

The two boys left their seats, and followed closely behind Nick.

——

Nick walked into the room slowly, wringing his hand. Jeff was hooked up to multiple machines. He looked so breakable it made Nick want to cry again.

As he got closer, Nick could see the extent of the physical damage wasn’t that bad. At least from what he could see. Jeff had a black eye and a fat lip. He had some scrapes on his cheek, and his knuckles were bruised. Nick cheered inwardly. Jeff tried to fight his attacker off.

“I know I’m real sexy in this hospital gown, but stop staring at me like that Nick. I don’t think the nurses would approve of hospital sex. Even though the thought of it is extremely hot.”

Nick’s eyes flew up to Jeff’s face, and he saw a smirk playing on his boyfriends lips. “Oh god, Jeff. You almost fucking died and you’re already thinking about sex.” He brushed a strand of hair out of Jeff’s eyes. “Only you, Jeff, only you.”

“Speaking of sex, are you two going at it yet?” Jeff said, directing his question at the two boys behind Nick.

Kurt turned an undistinguishable shade of red while Blaine merely laughed. “We’re just friends, Jeff. Glad your brain wasn’t jostled or anything like that. Heaven forbid, you come back to us as a normal human being.”

Nick turned back to Jeff, grabbing his hand. “I was so worried Jeff. All I could think about was how stupid I was the last time I saw you and oh god what if you died and you thought I hated you-“

“I could never think you hated me, Nick. But seriously, if you don’t let go of my hand I will smack you with my oxygen tank.” Nick dropped it instantly. “It was wrong of me to try and push you. If you aren’t ready, then I’ll wait until you are.”

Nick shook his head. “No, Jeff. I was so in the wrong here. You were right; I need to grow a pair.” He paused, biting at his lip nervously. “I love you, Jeff. I’m so stupidly in love with you that it’s a little insane and I’m so sorry that it took you almost dying for me to realise that.”

When Jeff laughed, Nick looked perplexed. “Oh god, Nick. I’ve been in love with you since we started this whole crazy thing. Get down here and kiss me, you cheesy son of a bitch.”

Nick leaned down and brushed his lips against Jeff’s swollen ones.

Blaine and Kurt decided it was time to leave, and backed out of the room slowly. “Well that was so adorable that I just might start puking rainbows.” Kurt said warmly, tucking his hand into Blaine’s.

David and Beat chose to wait for Nick, so Blaine and Kurt headed back to Dalton on their own.

—-

It was Saturday, so when they arrived, they went straight up the dorms.

Blaine was about to climb the steps to the top bunk when Kurt pulled on his shirt. “Would you mind coming to cuddle again?”

Blaine jumped off the ladder and moved onto the lower bunk, sighing contentedly when Kurt snuggled into his side.

He was just about to drift off when he suddenly felt Kurt’s soft lips against his skin, and one of his hands began to travel up his shirt.

“Kurt.” Blaine said, meaning for it to come out firm and commanding, but instead it came out whiney and needy.

Kurt’s hand brushed over one of Blaine’s nipples, causing him to moan.

“Can I touch you, Blaine?” Kurt whispered with his breath hot against the other boy’s ear.

Blaine felt entirely too much blood flowing south and he was already beginning to lose the ability to form words. “Oh god, yes please.” He managed to say in that stupid needy tone again.

Kurt moved his hand back down Blaine’s chest, scratching as he went. He shifted onto his elbow as his hand came to the top of Blaine’s pants.

“Do you want me to touch you?” Kurt asked, popping open the button and sliding down the zipper with one hand. His fingered just barely grazed Blaine’s cock, causing the older boy to thrust up looking for more.

Blaine groaned. “Fuck, come on Kurt.”

“Tell me what you want, Blaine.” Kurt muttered as he nibbled Blaine’s earlobe.

Blaine whimpered. “Touch me Kurt. Touch my cock.” The words came out shaky. Since when was Blaine Anderson this easily unravelled?

Kurt brought his hand to Blaine’s mouth. “Lick.” He commanded, and Blaine complied eagerly.

He returned his hand to Blaine’s waist, slipping his hand into his boxers and wrapping his hand firmly around Blaine’s throbbing erection.

Blaine couldn’t help but cry out as Kurt began to pump him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Kurt.” He panted loudly.

Kurt watched Blaine intently, repeating his actions when he got an extra special reaction. When he brushed his thumb right underneath the head, Blaine would thrust up eagerly into his hand.

Without warning, Blaine reached down and began to palm Kurt roughly threw his jeans.

“Blaine.” Kurt moaned quietly, unable to keep his hips still. After being hard the entire time was doing this to Blaine, he was entirely too sensitive.

Kurt increased the speed of his pumping, and Blaine followed suit. “Fuck, I’m close.” The younger of the two warned, and Blaine stroked him harder.

“Come with me.” Blaine demanded, continuing his assault on Kurt’s cock.

Kurt closed his eyes tight, feeling the familiar warmth pooling in his lower stomach. “Shit. Blaine, I’m-“ He bit down hard on Blaine’s shoulder, throwing the older boy over the edge right after him.

Kurt fell into the crook of Blaine’s neck, breathing hard. “That was…”

“Fucking fantastic.” Blaine finished for him.

They stayed together for a moment, catching their breath. Kurt leaned over Blaine, grabbing a few tissues to wipe off his hand.

As he was moving back, Blaine grabbed his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They pulled away breathless, eyes locked.

“Are you going to tell me what prompted that?” Blaine asked curiously.

Kurt shrugged. “After watching Jeff and Nick, it’s like; anything could happen. I could die tomorrow.”

Blaine pulled Kurt close. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s true though. You saw Nick last night. The guy was a basket-case.”

Almost on cue, Blaine’s phone began to ring.

“Hello? Oh, hey Nick. Is Jeff alright? Really? Yeah, just give us like, 2o minutes. Tell him we’re on our way. See you.”

Kurt looked up expectantly. “What’s up now?”

“It’s Jeff. He remembers what happened. But most importantly, he remembers who did it. He wants us all there to hear it.”