"Kurt?" Blaine let out in a low whisper. He knelt on the ground next to Kurt's limp body. Blaine studied Kurt's body trying to take it all in without loosing control. The thin boy had blood spurting from his mouth as he gasped for breath and his hands shook.
"Bl..Blaine" he spitted out through the thick blood. He couldn't move and he could barely see his boyfriend's beautiful face, everything around him was spinning and turning black.
Blaine eyed Kurt's chest, rising and falling quickly. In his left shoulder, a bullet wound.
"Kurt... No... Fucking no Kurt!" Blaine yelled out, grabbing for Kurt's wet hand.
Rage shot through Blaine as he realized that a person had done this to him. The thoughts began to race through his head, "Why would they do this? This didn't have to happen to poor innocent Kurt who was nothing but amazing and nice and adorable. Kurt couldn't die like this, at seventeen. Kurt hadn't even experienced life yet. He didn't know what it was like to live, what it was like to be accepted for who he was, or what it was like to be with another person."
Both the boys could hear footsteps outside. Panic struck Blaine as his eyes searched the room for a hiding place. They were in the photography room. Dozens of tables were lined with large monitors atop them. The shorter boy made his way to one of them and pulled it in front of the door, just under the door knob. Hoping that would lock the door in place.
He then walked over next to Kurt. His heart ached at the sight of him. Blaine knelt down right next to his face. "Kurt, it's going to be okay, I'm going to help you," he whispered into his ear. Blaine noticed that Kurt looked so weak there, he didn't look like Kurt, strong and happy and powerful Kurt.
Blaine slowly slid his arms under Kurt's wounded body. He began to shake in pain as he cried out. "shhh..shhh, it's going to be okay," Blaine breathed. To be honest though, he wasn't sure that it was going to be okay. he wasn't sure if I was strong enough for this. What if Kurt died right there in his arms? What If he almost makes it. Almost. How would he go on with living? How would he restrain himself from killing those horrible beasts. He wanted to watch them suffer like Kurt was suffering right now. No. He wanted them to suffer even more.
Blaine slowly lifted Kurt off the floor, letting his arms take all of his fragile boyfriend's weight. He pulled Kurt against his chest, his blood seeping through Blaine's shirt. Kurt's head fell against his collarbone, heavily. Blaine walked into the photography office. It was a very small room with a desk, some shelves full of paints, brushes, and film among other art supplies, and a heavy door with a lock. He carried Kurt to the back of the space and laid him down slowly. He winced in pain. His face broke Blaine's heart into a thousand pieces.
He closed the door, locked it, and walked to the shelf and looked for something to wrap Kurt in. There wasn't much but a paint tarp. He pulled his uniformed jacket off along with his shirt that was sticky from Kurt's blood. He walked back to Kurt and carefully wrapped his shirt around Kurt's torso directly where the bullet had pierced his beautiful flesh.
"This is going to hurt a little Kurt, but I promise it will help. I have to try to stop the bleeding." Blaine said through tears. Kurt just stared at him, his eyes huge, his lungs still gasping for air.
Blaine breathed in a slow, deep breathe. He knew that he had to stop the bleeding and he had to do it now. And he knew that when he did, Kurt was most likely going to scream or yell. Sending the shooters into there.
"Kurt, my love, I have to have you quiet okay? So I'm going to have you bite down on something." Blaine explained shakily.
He searched the room and found paper towels. Blaine took the paper towel and folded it slowly and carefully into a small wad. He looked at Kurt, weak and hurt. "I'm so sorry," Blaine whispered as he slowly set the wad into Kurt's bloody mouth. He felt horrible even though he knew this was all life or death for the both of them.
Kurt had already lost so much blood, Blaine didn't know how he was still conscious.
Blaine pulled both the arms of his shirt around Kurt and tied them as tight as he could. Wincing from the pain I knew Kurt was in. The sounds that Kurt was making was making it so hard for Blaine. He hated himself for having to do this to poor Kurt. He made sure the shirt was tight on his wound before carefully taking the paper towel out of Kurt's mouth, trying to wipe away the blood that was there
He then turned the light off so the shooters wouldn't know they were there and crawled back over to Kurt wrapped his tiny arms around his love's beautiful, perfect, shaky body.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry Kurt. I love you Kurt." Blaine wanted to do more for him though, he wanted to save him, to take him and run away from all of this. He felt helpless. He felt so weak and he began to sob into Kurt's arm. Kurt's breathing quicken little by little and it was obvious to Blaine that Kurt was getting worse.
He grabbed Kurt's hand and entangled his fingers in the Kurt's pasty, smooth hand. Kurt tried to hold Blaine's hand back. Blaine could tell and smiled a little, hoping this was a good sign. Blaine turned on my side, still holding Kurt's hand. It was dark and he could barely make out Kurt's perfect face. He brushed Kurt's bangs back with his hand softly. "Kurt, I love you so much, you have no idea. I can't imagine my life without you in it," He choked, tried to compose himself, He had to talk to Kurt, had to make sure he knew that Blaine was here with him, "Do you remember our first kiss Kurt? You still move me Kurt, you inspire me, every single day." he choked, his heart melting.
"I...I... lo-love..yu-yu..you," Kurt let out, trying to stay awake, to not let the world swallow him up and out of this beautiful boy's arms.
"I know, and I'm here," Blaine said as he gently squeezed his hand, "I'll ALWAYS be here Kurt."