Everything went so fast, it was a blur to Kurt.

Adam ran, barging past everyone, but he couldn't have gotten far, not with what was left of the Resistance and the half of Principal City population who wasn't frozen in shock after him.

Adam had unintentionally set himself up as target number one.

Kurt didn't care. He couldn't care, not with Blaine motionless and so very pale in his arms.

Trent and Sugar were up on the big screens again. Not a new broadcast, but the original one replaying, leading up to a replay of Emma Pillsbury's confession. Kurt didn't even hear it anymore, his ears were ringing, focused only on Blaine, he leaned over Blaine's body listening for any breath, any sign of life.

He knew Mike was there, and maybe Sam? Shouting orders and sounding panicked. Where they trying to control the crowd? Or where they shouting about Blaine?

Kurt pressed Mike's shirt firmer against Blaine's head, blood covered Kurt's hands and dripped onto the ground below. He couldn't just sit here, he had to do something. He was going to lose Blaine. Stupid, reckless, brave, caring, beautiful Blaine who had stepped into a hit meant for Kurt.

Kurt looked up at the faces around him, it had only been moments since Blaine had been struck, but it felt like hours.

"Help." Kurt pleaded to whomever was there.

Everything continued to move in a blur. Strong hands started moving Blaine away from Kurt. He held on tighter not willing to let anyone take Blaine away from him, until he looked up and recognized Tina and Sam. They placed Blaine gently on a stretcher, his head lolling to the side, his skin looking white against the red staining him.

They were moving. Someone else was there, someone Kurt didn't know. Calmly giving orders and holding a cloth to Blaine's head. Then there was an emergency vehicle. A World Government emergency vehicle. They were loading Blaine in the back of it.

"No!" Kurt cried, fear clawing his insides. "I won't let you take him!"

"Kurt!" Someone shouted to get his attention. Sam maybe? "Blaine needs help. They are taking him to the hospital."

"No no!" Kurt yelled, his throat closing in panic. "Not the WG, we have... we have doctors with the Resistance."

"We don't know what has happened in Resistance Headquarters." Someone... Tina was explaining. "Just go with him Kurt."

Kurt quickly scrambled in next to Blaine clutching at his limp, cold hand. Kurt held back a sob. Then there were sirens and more shouting, the emergency vehicle stopped. Blaine was wheeled into the hospital.

More strangers, more hands touching Blaine. Still so much blood.

Then they took Blaine behind a set of doors Kurt wasn't allowed past. He had to be physically restrained. More hands, more yelling, more strangers.

Kurt found himself in a room marked "Staff Only". White walls. White floors. Silver and white chairs. Kurt sat a waiting. Looking down at his drab tan cloths, now covered with splotches of bright crimson. The only color in a washed out room.

Kurt thought numbly how Blaine was the color in his life. Even if the Leaders had toppled. Even if the WG lost its grip on the people. Even if everything Kurt had always worked for had just came true... Without Blaine, his life would be gray. He knew it was a stupid comparison. But it seemed accurate.

He clutched his red stained hands together and shut his eyes.

He waited.

Someone sat next to Kurt. Kurt didn't look up, he had been studying the polished floors in the hospital staff room for the past few hours.

"I brought you a change of cloths." Tina said. Kurt looked up. Tina sat next to him. In her hands a folded stack of his own clothing.

"You've been to headquarters." Kurt said. It wasn't a question. If she had these then she had to have been there.

"Yes."

Kurt tried to tugged his mind away from the images of Blaine that had been replaying in his mind as he waited. He knew he should ask Tina how things were, but all he could think about was Blaine.

Blaine smiling and helping that woman in the cafeteria the first day they met.

Blaine as he laughed at little things Kurt would say when they ate lunch together.

Blaine as he watched his first sunset, eyes wide and full of joy.

Blaine's face with strobe lights dancing off of it as they shared their first kiss at a Rebel party.

Blaine's body warm and pliant against his own as they came together in Kurt's bed.

Blaine as the color drained from his face and blood dripped from his head in the square of the most powerful city in the world.

"Kurt." Tina said interrupting his thoughts. "There's a locker room. You could clean up and change."

"Clean up and change." Kurt repeated.

"You're... well you're covered in blood." Tina said matter-of-factly.

Kurt looked down at his hands again and then back up at the clothes Tina was holding out to him. "

Right." Kurt accepted the cloths and stood, letting Tina lead him to an empty locker room. She waited outside as Kurt stripped off the tan and red clothing and stood under the warm stream of water. Watching the red swirl down the drain. Trying not to feel like it represented him losing Blaine.

Kurt dried off and started to pull on the clothes Tina had brought. He wondered if she had even stopped to think of what she was grabbing, or if she had purposefully brought such bright colored clothing. Mustard yellow pants and a powder blue button down shirt. His favorite pair of boots and a black scarf with lion heads printed on it. Kurt wasn't sure it was an outfit he would have put together himself. But he didn't care.

He left his stained World Government clothes in the trash. He hated to admit it as he walked out of the locker room and found Tina waiting for him, but he felt better being in his own clothes after weeks of the WG tan.

Tina smiled. "Kurt Hummel!" She said and hugged him "There you are."

"Any news about Blaine?" Kurt asked immediately.

"No, no one has said anything to me."

Kurt nodded and walked past her to the front desk. A medic looked up at him, eyes growing round as she took in his outfit. And Tina's, Kurt realized. Tina was in a short black and purple color-blocked dress with shiny knee high boots.

"Any word on Blaine Anderson?" Kurt asked.

The woman looked down at her screen for a moment before shaking her head. "Still in intensive care. No new news."

"Can I please see him?"

"I'm sorry, no." Kurt clenched his jaw, the WG wasn't going to keep him from Blaine.

"Listen, I don't know what is-" Kurt started but Tina tugged at his arm.

"This isn't a WG thing." She said as if reading his thoughts. "This is just a hospital thing, they're taking care of him, let them do their jobs."

She pulled him away from the counter back to the staff room, there wasn't really a designated place to wait at the hospital. They both set in silence for a moment before Kurt spoke.

"How bad is it?"

Tina looked up at him confusion written on her face.

"Resistance headquarters. The rebels. The people of the world learning the truth. How bad are things out there?"

"Well." Tina said gesturing around them. "As you can see most people have been going about their normal business."

"So nothing's changed?"

"Oh no, no no. Kurt everything has changed. But not everything has just stopped. The broadcast of that girl, Sugar, reporting the truth has been on a continual loop in every WG city all day. People know the Leaders aren't real. Adam is on the run. We haven't found him yet, but I doubt he'll still be free by the end of the day. And yeah, people don't know what to do with the new information, and many of them are just going on with their routine. Which isn't completely bad right now, I mean the city hasn't shut down... and... and that's good, right?"

"The hospital is still functioning, so I guess so."

"There was some bad rioting in some of the fringe cities, where the routine isn't so... in-bedded, but rebels were able to keep things under control. Adam hadn't subdued the Resistance as well as his people were telling him."

"And our headquarters?"

Tina sighed and pushed some hair out of her face. "That was cleared out. When Mike and I got there it was like a ghost town. Everyone was taken to holding facilities. But now that the people know the truth it will be easier to get into those facilities and free the rebels... things aren't going to be a quick fix, but Kurt." She looked up at him with bright eyes, shining with unshed tears. "It is happening, things are going to change for the better."

Kurt knew he should be excited, but he just couldn't feel it. He did feel relieved that Tina thought their Rebel friends would be found and freed easily, but the joy of taking down the World Government just wasn't there. He wanted to be with Blaine, to see for himself that Blaine was alive and that he'd be okay. Then maybe he could be excited about other things.

They waited in silence a little longer before someone entered the waiting room. He looked familiar and Tina seemed to recognize him. She stood up and smiled.

"Dr. Howell, right?" She asked.

He reached out and shook her hand, something WG people didn't really do. "That's right." He said with a bright, white smile.

Then Kurt realized why he was familiar, he was the one shouting orders and getting Blaine on to the emergency vehicle.

Dr. Howell turned to Kurt and held out his hand. "I'm a friend of Sam Evan's" He said. "Sam told me the rebels had something planned for today and that I should be ready if my skills were needed."

Kurt took his hand and shook it.

"I never expected that though." Dr. Howell said and whistled. "I mean... The Leaders aren't even real and everything we've ever known... was a lie?" The doctor shook his head. "I don't think I've taken it all in yet."

"And Blaine?" Kurt asked. He knew he was being rude, but at this point he didn't even know if Blaine was alive. Kurt couldn't think about that though, it hurt too much.

"Oh yes! Sorry." Dr. Howell said. "Blaine Anderson is stable. His condition is being monitored, but what he needs right now is rest. We have put him in deep sleep, until his body can handle the trauma its been through. Then he'll wake up on his own."

Kurt's heart leap to his throat. "So... he'll be alright?"

"He'll live." Dr. Howell answered. "We won't know the full extent of his brain injury until he wakes up."

Kurt forced himself to swallow down his panic at those words. Brain injury.

"Can I see him?" Kurt asked.

"Well, we aren't use to visitors around here. Most of the time... people just go on with their routine."

"I don't have a routine." Kurt said, anger starting to flare unreasonably in him. "I have Blaine."

"Of course! Right. Yes, you can see him." Dr. Howell said and turned to the doors Kurt wasn't allowed pass.

Dr. Howell walked them through the doors and down a long white hall until they got to what must be Blaine's room, the electric door slid open and Kurt and Tina walked in. Kurt stood frozen for a moment looking at Blaine. He was laying perfectly still on the bed, his eyes softly closed. His injury was all but gone, just a faint pink scar across the side of his forehead. You couldn't tell his head had been bashed just that morning. The wonder of WG medicine.

Kurt let out a long breath and then moved across the room to Blaine's bed. His skin was still pale, but not the terrifying white it had been. There was dark circles under his eyes, but those had been there since his re-acclamation. He looked so much better than he did just hours ago.

Kurt grabbed his hand and held it tight, it was warm and Kurt could easily feel the pulse under his skin. Kurt sagged against Blaine's bed in relief, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Blaine's head. He heard a nose behind him and turned to see Tina carrying a chair into the room.

"I stole one from behind a desk." Tina said with a smile. "They really aren't prepared for visitors around here."

She scooted it up to Blaine's bed and let Kurt drop into it. Still holding Blaine's hand. She knelt down by the chair so she was eye level with Kurt. "I'm going to go and report back to the others about you and Blaine."

"Thank you Tina."

"And I get that you need to be with him right now." She said hesitantly "That you need to know he is okay. If it were Mike..." Tina shook her head. "I get it, but... the world is changing Kurt, and the Resistance is low on people right now, we need you."

Kurt opened his mouth to tell her he couldn't leave Blaine.

"Not right now. I know." Tina said. "I hate to ask you at all, but as soon as you can. We really do need you."

Kurt thought about all of his friends in the Resistance and the fact that he didn't even know where they all were right now, or if they were safe. He thought about his dad and how much this day would mean to him. He thought about Artie and Puck...

"Oh my god!" Kurt said suddenly. "Is Puck okay?"

Tina smiled. "Yes. Fine. He is pissed though. He keeps yelling about how he was passed out when the biggest thing to happen to mankind in hundreds of years went down."

Kurt smiled a little and nodded feeling relived and guilty. His friends needed him. His cause needed him. He looked down at Blaine who was breathing evenly in his sleep. Blaine needed him.

"Soon Tina. Soon."

"Alright." Tina said and stood. She placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and squeezed it before leaving the room.

Kurt brought Blaine's hand up to his lips and kissed his palm. "I love you Blaine." He said softly. "I need you to wake up, and be okay, and... and please remember me."

Tina had been wrong about one thing. Adam wasn't found by the end of the day. He must have had some kind of exit plan if things didn't work out, because he had all but disappeared.

Tina came up to the hospital the next morning to give Kurt an update. Kurt had slept in the chair next to Blaine's bed. Things were getting a little messy out there. More and more people were realizing that they didn't have to keep with the routine and were dropping everything to enjoy their new freedom. While others clung to the routine like a life line, but had trouble doing their jobs as their fellow WG citizens weren't all there doing theirs.

There had been fights and some looting and vandalism. Overall the people weren't violent though, they were just scared and confused. Kurt took in the information seriously, not knowing what to do to help.

Two days latter Kurt was still by Blaine's bedside. Enough of the hospital staff had stuck with their jobs for the hospital to still function properly. Blaine looked good. Color to his face and the dark circles under his eyes fading. He still didn't wake up though.

Tina had brought him more clothes and Kurt had kind of set up a little place for himself in the hospital, using their locker room to shower. A medic had taken pity on him and would bring him food from their cafeteria. They had even wheeled in another bed so Kurt didn't have to sleep in the chair anymore.

Puck came to visit that afternoon. He told them that Sugar and Trent's broadcast had looped for 24 hours until most everyone had it memorized. And now Sugar, who before had held a job with the food service corp, had taken it upon herself to be the new face of WG news.

Instead of announcements from the Leaders and the Authorities on every screen across the WG cities it was Sugar Motta, reporting on updates on riots, and newly found holding facilities, and what people could do to help. And of course, the continued manhunt for Adam Crawford.

"She friggin' loves it man." Puck said. "I mean... It's amazing to see a WGer break out of their lifelong assigned duty and find something they love! And she is a great help, people look to her for answers and she works closely with the Resistance to make sure only accurate information gets out. She is a god-send. A petite, loud, somewhat self-absorbed god-send."

Kurt chuckled and continued to rub his thumb over the back of Blaine's hand.

"And then there is Lauren!" Puck said enthusiastically. "She is one of those people sticking with the skill The WG assigned to her, but doing it her own way. She is the one really running Sugar's news show. She calls all the shots behind the scenes. She is even coordinating with other WG cities to get news from everywhere. She is... amazing."

Kurt lifted his eyebrows. "Amazing, huh?"

Puck blushed a little. "Well, yeah, you know. She's okay."

Kurt glanced down and Blaine and smiled. "Right."

"How is he?" Puck asked.

Kurt sighed. "The same. Dr. Howell says he'll wake up when his body is ready."

"Meanwhile, you are sitting here being a seat-warmer?" Puck said out of the blue.

Kurt snapped his head back to Puck to scowl at him.

Puck held up in hands placidly. "Hey Kurt, don't get me wrong. You know I've been routing for you two since you started talking about him. And if you being here was helping him in someway I wouldn't say a thing, but..."

"But what?" Kurt snapped. "But we still haven't found everyone Adam took away. Sam is leading up the teams looking for holding facilities and freeing people when we find them. But, Artie is still missing and so is half of our Principle City team. Mike has stepped into a leadership roll and is visiting rebel camps, but the rebels are asking for you. Not just here, but in other cities. I understand that you want to be by Blaine's side, but what would he want you to do?

"You don't even know him." Kurt said.

"Yeah, but you do."

Kurt held Blaine's hand tighter and looked down at him. "He'd want me to fight." He answered eventually. "To work. To help the Resistance. He wouldn't stop until everyone was free."

Puck didn't say anything. Kurt rubbed his hand across his face. "Puck I'm scared that I could still lose him. Or that he'll wake up and... and not be him."

Puck nodded. "I know. I am just asking for you to be... you."

Kurt wiped the tears that had gathered in his eyes with the back of his arm before looking up at Puck. "Right. Okay." He took a deep breath. "What do you need me to do?"

Puck smiled and whopped. "Hummel is back!"

The rest of the week was a fast paced blur for Kurt. It started with a segment on Sugar's show, Sugar interviewed him and asked questions about the Resistance. The interview was as much for Resistance members as it was for WGer (as it seemed they were now being called). The Resistance knew him, they recognized him, not only as the son of Burt Hummel, but as a strong rebel leader in his own right.

Hopefully his interview would help calm some of the tension, especially in the fringe cities. Kurt even told WGers that if they felt like continuing with their routine they should. And that those who wan't to break free should respect the decisions of those not wanting too.

He then helped get the Principle City Resistance Headquarters up and running again. Adam had ruined some of the technology there and without Artie, Kurt was the best person to get it working. Some of the rebels who had been released from holding facilities were back living there, not yet ready to join the WGers on the surface.

Kurt was back in his old room underground getting more things to bring up to the hospital with him when Mike came to find him. He had been out of town visiting rebel camps since Founder's Day.

"Mike!" Kurt called and gave him a hug. Mike returned it enthusiastically. "Have you seen Tina yet?"

"First person to see when I got back." He answered.

"Good."

"We need to talk."

Kurt scanned Mike serious face for a moment before he sat down on his bed. "Okay, talk."

Mike sat down next to him. "Things have been going remarkably well with the WGers." He started. "At least under the circumstances. It seems though... that a problem is arising in the rebel camps."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked worriedly.

Mike let out a humorless laugh "Well apparently some rebels and gypsys resent the WGers' new found freedom. They still see them as the enemy. Kurt, there is talk of rebellion... against the rebellion."

"You've got to be kidding me."

"No." Mike shook his head. "I mean, you understand what it is like to live your whole life in fear of the WG, and now they are being told that some WGers may come to live in rebel camps and rebels are going to live in WG cities. Our whole way of life is changing. It seems that not all rebels are ready for that."

"Well fuck." Kurt said. Which made Mike laugh. "What?" Kurt asked with a raised eye-brow.

"It's just that you so rarely swear that it is funny when you do." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"So what are we going to do?"

"I was thinking..." Mike said slowly. "What we need is someone the rebels trust, someone who could travel around to prominent rebel camps and talk to them about how they can help, what our new role looks like. Someone who can speak not only to rebels but also about how WGers are worth saving. Someone who has lived in both worlds, but someone the rebels still respect..." Mike trailed off lifting his eyebrows hopefully.

Kurt stomach dropped at Mike's words. "No." He said immediately and stood quickly from the bed. "No. Please don't ask me too. I can't leave Principle City. Blaine is here."

Mike looked sad as he stood. "I know. Trust me, I hate being the one to suggest this..." He sighed. "Tina took me to speak with Dr. Howell before I came to find you. He said Blaine could wake up any day now, or he could wake up weeks from now. He isn't just healing from Adam's attack but from his re-acclamation."

"I know."

"He also said he was safe and stable. That there wasn't anything anyone could do but wait."

"Please don't." Kurt begged.

"You could go on a short tour of rebel camps. Tina says she'll stay with Blaine. If there is any change in his condition at all, she would let you know and we would get you immediately back here."

"Please." Kurt said again quietly, but his walls were crumbling.

"You'd get to see your dad." Mike added.

Kurt covered his face and slumped back down on the bed. "If Blaine was awake he could come with me... People could see a rebel and a WGer working together."

"When he wakes up that's a great idea." Mike said softly. "He will wake up."

Kurt sniffed a little but didn't let himself cry. He straightened up and looked at Mike with determination. "I want to stay with him tonight." He said. "We can leave in the morning. And Tina, she takes care of him and lets me know if there is even the tiniest change in his condition."

"Absolutely."

"Okay." Kurt said slowly his heart clenching painfully in his chest. "I'll do it."

Kurt didn't sleep in his bed at the hospital that night, he barely slept at all. Instead he spent the night curled close to Blaine in his own narrow hospital bed. Kurt traced his fingers up and down Blaine's arm.

"I won't be gone long. And you'll be in good hands" He said, looking at Blaine's peaceful face. Kurt brought his hand up to rest against Blaine's cheek. "And when you do wake up, you are going to be so excited to see the people of your city free. I know you will, because you have the kindest heart I've ever known. And... and you'll understand why I had to go. Right?"

Kurt trailed his thumb across Blaine's jaw as he remained still and silent. "You have to wake up and be okay." Kurt whispered. "Mike says the rebels need me, but Blaine? I need you."

He pressed a soft kiss against his cheek and then laid his head down on Blaine's chest feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing and listening to the drum of his heartbeat.

"Just be you when you do wake up, please."