When Blaine exited the Headmasters office, he was so lost in his mind that he didnt notice Kurt sitting in the waiting area. Blaines head was throbbing and he was feeling a little nauseous, and he was planning to see the nurse as Mr Reins suggested. All his thoughts ceased when he heard that voice.

"Blaine." He loved the sound of that voice usually, but today he could immediately tell by the tone that he didnt want to face the boy attached to it, so he put his head down and kept walking. He should have known that wouldnt deter the pissed off countertenor. The voice was closer this time, not to mention more biting. "Blaine!"

He stopped but didnt turn around. That was remedied when the younger boy grabbed his arm and spun him around. Blaine winced at the sudden movement. Hed received a few blows to his stomach and ribs during the fight, so being turned that quickly caused him to pale and catch his breath.

Unfortunately, Kurt was so mad, he didnt notice any of these reactions. He just launched into a tirade. "I cant believe you, Blaine. What the hell were you thinking? All this time I thought you cared about me and my happiness. Were you just pretending to care? I really thought we were friends. How could you do that? Attack my boyfriend like that? I told you how I felt and you rejected me, then kissed one of my best friends, and now what, you cant stand it that I moved on? I cant believe I ever thought I loved you. You are selfish, Blaine Anderson and I cant even stand to look at you anymore. And dont try contacting me again, because our friendship is over."

During Kurts rant, Blaine just kept his head down, emotionally not able to bring himself to see the hurt and anger in former best friends eyes. Blaine knew tears were flowing from his eyes, but he couldnt bring himself to care. Kurt believed whatever lies Jeremy told him about the fight and now hed lost the best thing that had ever happened to him.

When Blaine didnt move, Kurt leaned over and whispered hatefully, "Now, get out of here before I finish what my boyfriend started."

"Mr Hummel!" A booming voice from the doorway called, making both boys flinch. "That will be enough." Mr Reins had heard the tale end of the conversation and couldnt believe the vile words coming out of Mr Hummels mouth. Mr Bayer must have told him some pretty convincing lies for him to treat his best friend like that.

Kurt had the sense to look down, a little ashamed of his behavior, but not enough to apologize. Mr Reins addressed Blaine first this time. "Mr Anderson, werent you headed to the nurse?"

"Y-yes sir." Came the shaky reply.

"Then go now, please." As Blaine was walking away, he heard the Headmaster address Kurt. "Mr Hummel, I understand you are upset, but I will not have you speak to another student like that. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Kurts reply sounded clipped and filled with anger.

"Now, I know we were supposed to meet now, but something pressing has come up and we need to reschedule, so I want you to go back to your room and wait for me to contact you." Kurt turned to go, and the Headmaster reiterated, "Mr Hummel, I want you in your room, not your boyfriends."

At that, Kurts head jerked around and gave Mr Reins a questioning look, but nodded and turned to leave. "And Mr Hummel?" Kurt turned back toward the office door once again. "Id better not find Mr Bayer in your room, either. Until we sort this mess out, I want you both to stay in your separate rooms. Do I make myself clear?" The last thing he needed was for Kurt to get caught in the middle of a search of the older boys room.

As Blaine made his way down the hall, he suddenly felt dizzy and sick to his stomach, so he decided to head back to his room first to lay down, then he would go see the nurse once the worst had passed. He stumbled down the hall, finally reaching his room and collapsed on the bed without another thought.

He could still hear Kurts hurtful words in his head, even through the maddening headache, and he squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to block out the memories. Blaine fell into a fitful sleep, and thats where Wes and David found him 45 minutes later.

Wes and David had been looking for Blaine ever since hed met with the headmaster, but couldnt find him. Theyd texted him and knocked on his door, to no avail. Theyd even checked the nurses office, but she said she hadnt seen him, so they went back to Blaines room once again.

"Ill bet hes in there right now ignoring us. He probably needs some time to sort this out." David said.

"Hes had time, now he needs us." Wes answered.

"Ill get Tate." David said, heading to the hall monitors room. He returned not a moment later, followed by Tate.

"David said you are worried about Blaine." He addressed Wes.

"Yes, he was in a fight earlier," Wes started.

"I heard." Tate interrupted.

"He went to see the Headmaster about an hour ago and we havent see or heard from him since." Wes explained.

"Weve called, texted, banged on the door, and even checked with the nurse, but we cant find him." David added.

"Maybe he just wants to be left alone." The hall monitor answered.

"And maybe he is hurting and needs his friends," Wes countered.

"Fine, Ill open the door, but you two get to deal with the consequences." As soon as he unlocked the door, the two friends burst through the door. What they saw had them both gasping. Blaine was curled up on his bed in a ball, unconscious, with a trail of vomit dripping from the bed onto the floor.

Suddenly there was a flurry of movement as Wes and David ran to their friend, while Tate whipped out his phone, dialing 911. Wes grabbed a towel from the back of Blaines desk chair, while David touched Blaines shoulder gently, trying to wake up the boy. Wes wiped the vomit off Blaines mouth and helped David move him to the other side of the bed.

Blaine moaned when they moved him and clutched his stomach. "Blaine, hey, can you hear me?" Wes asked.

"Hurts..." was the reply.

Tate appeared by the bed then. "The ambulance is on the way. Is he awake?"

"Blaine," Wes tried again, putting his hand on the not bruised side of his friends face. "Oh God, hes burning up."

"Im going down to meet the paramedics and bring them here." Tate said to the two boys trying to comfort their friend.

The next hour was a frenzy of action. The ambulance took Blaine away, while Wes and David followed. Because it his injuries were life threatening, they whisked him away to surgery even before his parents had been contacted. Once they had been contacted, it was learned they were overseas on business and would not be able to get home in a timely manner. They asked Wes to call them with any updates.

The two Dalton boys sat in the waiting room in silence. One of their best friends was in there having surgery, and his parents couldnt bring themselves to care. Neither talked about it, but both were thinking that they were his family and had been for the last two years.

Because Wes was 18, Blaines parents had given him the power to make any medical decisions in their absence, so the doctors and nurses were informed to go to the senior with any questions and updates. The boys were informed that the surgery could take a couple of hours, depending on the severity of the injury and the amount of internal bleeding.

After calling his parents, Wes had informed the Headmaster, who was busy with other business when the ambulance arrived. He thanked Wes for calling and told him to keep him updated as well.

David suggested calling Kurt, but they decided against it, seeing as how it was his boyfriends fault Blaine was here. So, the two boys sat together, waiting and worrying, with only each other to lean on.