"All right, sweetie, calm down. Name?" An elderly nurse said behind the desk.

"He's Blaine Anderson and I'm Kurt. Please, lady, just help him."

The nurse glanced at Blaine's broken and bruised body. "I'm not really supposed to do this, but… follow me. We can finish the paperwork once we admit him."

She helped Kurt set Blaine in a wheel chair and led them down a corridor. Once he was in a bed, nurses quickly went to work taking his vitals and setting up the IV. The elderly nurse from earlier, came to Kurt. "Now, Kurt was it? What happened?"

"We went out to dinner and when we were leaving, these guys jumped us." Kurt needed to stay vague. "Is Carole Hudson-Hummel here? The head nurse? She's my step-mother." The nurse nodded and went to find her.

Five minutes later, Carole ran up to Kurt and pulled him into a hug. He broke down in her embrace. "Shh, sweetie, it's ok. Now, why don't you tell me what really happened."

Kurt told her the entire story. About how he was hired to kill Blaine's father, how he fell for Blaine, how they tried to help his father, about Karofsky and his granted hiatus from Burt, and about the attack in the alleyway. When Kurt got to the part of what the attackers had said, Blaine began to stir and return to consciousness.

Blaine groaned in pain, clutching at his abdomen. Kurt went straight to him, and held his face, kissing his hair.

"Kurt-" Blaine struggled to say.

"No, shh, It's going to be okay, we're at the hospital," Kurt whispered. "You're safe."

"But Kurt," Blaine groaned. "What am I going to do?" Tears were brimming in his eyes.

"Let's not worry about that now, okay?" Kurt started to panic because he had the same concern.

"Kurt, I'm scared," Blaine's voice was weak and broken. It made Kurt's blood boil at the prospect of killing the mother fuckers that did this to him.

Carole came up from behind, and put her hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I think we should take him in for some x-rays, honey. It's probably just a few broken ribs. Let's hope there isn't any internal bleeding."

Kurt jumped back from the bed at the prospect, worry twisting in his gut. "Yes, please!" Kurt pleaded. "Make sure my love is okay!"

Carole adjusted the bed and prepared to wheel Blaine from the room, when his hand shot out and grabbed Kurt's wrist. "Wait for me?" His eyes were shining wide with emotion.

"Always," Kurt said, squeezing Blaine's hand. Carole gave Kurt a sad smile and took Blaine away from the room. Kurt plopped into a chair, head in his hands. There were definitely consequences for caring too much. His father was so right.

Kurt waited impatiently in Blaine's room. What was taking so long?

Suddenly, the pain from the hit he suffered returned. He lifted his shirt to see a large forming bruise. With an aggravated sigh, he shifted in the hospital chair and closed his eyes. He tried to calm his breathing and relax.

Soon enough, he drifted off to sleep and his nightmare began.

"Mr. Hummel" Kurt opened his eyes to a room full of doctors. "We have some bad news. We tried everything we could, but there was nothing we could do to save your wife. I'd like to let you know that she did go peacefully. I am sorry for your loss."

The doctors left. Kurt looked next to him. He was smaller than he remembered and his father was younger and seated next to him. Kurt realized that he was 8 years old again.

They were in the Hospital ICU, waiting for his mother to come out of surgery. It was the third surgery she had to remove a tumor. No matter how much they tried, the Chemotherapy and surgeries never worked. And now she was gone. Kurt remembered her complaining a year ago about constant migraines. They found the cancer a week later.

Kurt felt the entire world close down around him. The room spun and he found himself standing in a graveyard, staring at his mother's grave.

He didn't know what he was supposed to do without his mother. He saw how broken his father had become. His father escaped his heart break by throwing himself into his work. It wasn't long after she got sick that Kurt learned his father's real career.

Killing.

Kurt grew cold. If he felt anything, he might remember this emptiness in his heart left by his mother's death. He vowed at only eight years old that he would never feel again.

The world went dark again and he was back in the hospital. The doctors surrounded him again. This time Carole and Finn were with him.

"Kurt, your father's heart attack has put him in a coma. He should be fine, but until he wakes, we really can't be sure. I'm sorry. You can see him now."

Kurt was suddenly in the room holding his father's hand. "I may not believe in God dad, but i believe in you…."

The room faded into black and he was back in his room. He was in his bed, holding Blaine. Only Blaine wasn't moving, he wasn't talking, he wasn't breathing. Kurt tried to call for help, but his voice was gone, he couldn't move. He continued to shout silently for help, crying and pleading. He reached down deep into his soul and screamed with all he had…

"BLAINE!" Kurt jerked away, panting and sweating. His face was red and wet from his crying. He looked around the hospital room and Blaine hadn't returned yet.

Kurt was getting worried. He checked his watch and realized that two hours had gone by. He heard someone enter the room behind him. Kurt turned around and saw a familiar face. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Finn gave him a sinister lopsided grin. "One of Dad's guys heard from Mom that you were here, with Blaine. What exactly happened?"

Kurt frowned because Finn didn't really sound concerned at all. "We were jumped by some guys that used to work for Blaine's father," Kurt explained. "They said if we don't somehow avoid Mr. Anderson getting into jail they're going to kill Blaine."

Finn shrugged, sitting down in one of the hospital chairs. "Let them," he said casually.

"No!" Kurt snarled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Finn leaned forward looking entirely pissed off. "I'd like to ask you the same god damned question, Kurt. What the fuck is wrong with you? Falling for the target's son? Very fucking stupid. I always thought you were above this."

Kurt clenched his fists as Finn continued. "I can't believe you didn't even have your gun with you to kill those mother fuckers anyway. The problem would've been solved."

"I thought you were supposed to kill them all," Kurt objected, trying to push the blame on Finn to make himself feel better in some twisted way.

"I've killed most of them," Finn said airily. "But there are a lot more people involved in this than we expected, but not like you know that because you're too fucking busy playing house. Grow up, Kurt. It's too late for that shit."

Kurt flew up into a standing position, fisting the front of Finn's civilian shirt. "Fuck you! You don't know what the hell you are talking about."

Finn lifted his eyebrows and smirked again, challenging Kurt. Kurt balled up his fist and pulled it behind his head and struck Finn across the face. He flew to the floor, looking surprised. He licked blood from his leaking lip.

"Ha, I didn't think you actually would do that since you've gone all soft," Finn spat. "It's fucking pathetic. You make me sick. I have no idea why Dad is going along with all this, but maybe we should hire someone else more worthwhile."

Kurt straddled him, attempting to punch him again, when a nurse blew breezily through the room, and then stopped in her tracks, shocked by the scene in front of her.

Kurt scrambled up and went up to her with pleading eyes. "Is he okay?"

"I'd be more comfortable discussing the patient once Mrs. Hummel-Hudson returns," she replied as if the words were recited. Kurt groaned, flopping back into his chair and waited with Finn.

True to her impeccable timing, Carole walked up behind the skittish nurse. They whispered back and forth and periodically glanced over at the boys.

"Carole how is he?" Kurt asked as soon as the other woman left.

"He has four broken ribs, a partially collapsed lung, and several bruised vertebrae. He was very lucky. If the kick to his back was even a smidgen harder, he could have serious spinal cord injuries and maybe become paralyzed. Unfortunately, due to pain, they had to induce a coma."

"Can I see him?" Kurt's voice was so broken.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry. It's family and spousal privileges only. I'll try my best, but with Ohio rulings on Civil Partnership Rights… i don't know if you're allowed." Carole felt terrible telling him this.

"No, please, you have to pull some strings!" Kurt pleaded, "I need him, i love him. Maybe my dad-"

"Your dad called me. He thinks that as soon as Blaine is well enough, he'll give a signed affidavit and then you two should get out of town, and lay low for a bit. Get off the grid. Maybe get Blaine's dad in jail and take care of the guys who jumped you. But just so you know, he's doing this to protect you, not Blaine. He worries about you so much."

"I know. Blaine is my life. He's worth quitting the family business, he's worth my own brother hating me, he's worth risking everything I know. Being with Blaine is the closest I've felt to human since my mother died. If something were to ever happen to him…" Kurt couldn't bear to finish the thought.

If he lost Blaine, it would be his fault. He brought this beautiful amazing and kind person into a world of hate, murder and sin. If Blaine suffered the horrible fate set upon him, Kurt wouldn't be able to deal with himself.

Finn's pager beeped. "They found one of the guys that attacked you. I gotta go." Finn started to rush out of the room but stopped in the doorway and turned to Kurt. "And by the way, I don't hate you Bro. I'm just disappointed."

Finn turned to leave, but Kurt stood up and grabbed his shoulder. “Wait.”

Finn appeared to be bracing himself from another attack, but his eyes widened when he saw the look in Kurt’s eyes.

Kurt’s face was set with determination and his eyes burned with revenge, instinct taking over his entire being. “Let me come with you.”

“That’s my brother,” Finn said approvingly. “However, do you think it’s a good idea since you’re so emotionally invested?”

Kurt glared. “Do you doubt how much I want to do this?” Kurt wanted to say more, but the nurse was still in the room, so he couldn’t. Finn understood completely, so he nodded. “Okay, I won’t tell Dad this isn’t… a solo project.”

“Let’s go,” Kurt made to leave with Finn, wanting to sprint, but Carole spoke up. “Be safe boys. Kurt, I’ll let you know when he wakes.” She gave them both meaningful looks before they finally left.

They both were quiet in the car as Kurt was succumbing to his innate desire to kill. To chase. This guy was going to get what he deserves, and Kurt’s body hummed in anticipation.

“I need to get my gun,” Kurt said suddenly, realizing he felt naked without it.

“You can use mine,” Finn responded darkly. He was just as thrilled by the hunt as Kurt was. “There he is.”

Finn pulled his sleek car up to a curb in the really seedy part of Lima. Kurt looked to where Finn indicated, and saw a dark, large figure arguing with a hooker.

Kurt zeroed in on his prey, holding out his hand, and Finn slipped a gun into his palm.

“Get him,” Finn commanded, and like a lithe killing machine, Kurt got out the car with careful movements. Like a shadow in the night, Kurt snuck up on the man once he left the hooker, and Kurt shoved him to the ground out of sight, barrel of the gun lodged into the man’s temple.

“What the hell,” the man yelped, his accent thick. Kurt recognized him as the man who inflicted the most pain on Blaine. With only a second hesitation and without a word, Kurt pulled the trigger, the man’s head exploding on the sidewalk.

Kurt shivered at the prospect of his deserving kill, his inner monster positively purring.

“That was for Blaine,” Kurt spat on his body before hopping back in the car, Finn peeling out before someone would notice a dead man on the street.

Burt however watched from afar and didn’t miss a thing. He feared for his son’s fate and prayed that maybe this Blaine boy he loved so much could help him become more human. Burt walked away, a tear falling down his cheek.