"Kurt, god, no!" Blaine screamed. He dragged Kurt's body down until it was flat against the floor. Swiping his hands over his wet eyes, he quickly ran through the steps of CPR in his head, hoping and praying that he remembered enough.

"Jason, send someone down to wait for the ambulance, so they can get here quicker," Blaine called out, a sudden calm taking him over. "Colton, come here."

Colton slid down next to him, his face chalk white.

"Hold his arms above his head. Just like this. We need to make sure he doesn't lose anymore blood. We need to keep it in his body where it's needed," Blaine commanded. Colton did as he asked, holding Kurt's limp arms in the air.

Blaine put his head over Kurt's mouth, watching his chest. There was no sound and no movement to indicate breathing. Finding Kurt's sternum with his fingers, he placed his hands in the right place and began chest compressions. One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three, one thousand; he compressed his chest five times. Tilting Kurt's head back until his jaw was straight up in the air, he covered his lips with his own while pinching Kurt's nose. Breathing twice, he watched to make sure Kurt's chest rose with the breaths. It did and he quickly returned to chest compressions. Come on, baby, he begged. Please don't leave me. There is no life without you. He did five more compressions and two more breaths. As he breathed into Kurt's lifeless mouth, he ignored the faint taste of blood and thought of how warm and responsive those lips had been mere hours before. Had that been the last kiss they would ever have? Five more compressions, two more breaths. Check for a heartbeat. Five more compressions, two more breaths. He lost count of how many times he did it. He would not give up. He would never give up.

"The medics are coming," someone yelled from outside the room.

Blaine was grateful, but he didn't stop. Five compressions, two breaths.

As people started pushing into the room, he heard a sound sweeter than the voice of God himself. A small gasp of air rushing into Kurt's lungs. He quickly pressed his head against Kurt's chest and began sobbing. It sounded very weak, but his heartbeat had returned.

"Keep it up, baby," he begged through his tears. "Fight for you. Fight for us, baby, please."

"Son, we need you to move so we can help him," a medic said from behind him. Colton lowered Kurt's arms and stood off to the side.

"I, um, did CPR and he just now started breathing," Blaine reported, scrambling away from Kurt through the blood, though every cell in his body screamed to stay near his love.

"Good job, son," another medic said, hooking a stethoscope into his ears. "I've got a heartbeat. Weak. Breathing is shallow. We need to get this guy out of here now."

Blaine jumped into action. He ran into the room, seeing a crowd of people. As they saw him, they began crying out and shouting. He didn't care, he just started yelling for people to clear out, to make way for the medics.

As they loaded Kurt onto the stretcher, he ran back over to the medics. "Can I come, please?"

"One person can come along," the man said.

"Me," Blaine said.

"Is there someone I should call, Blaine?" Jason asked, as they walked by.

"I don't know," Blaine said, unsure if there was anyone who needed to know. He knew Kurt didn't have any family except an aunt who had wanted him out of the house as soon as he graduated. "Um, yeah, actually. Find his phone and call Juliet," he called, seeing Jason nod and begin the search for Kurt's phone.

"We'll follow and be there as soon as we can," Colton said.

Blaine nodded and followed the medics down the hall.

. . . . .

The ride to the hospital was a blur. He knew the medics asked him for the details of what happened and he answered them as best as he could, his eyes never leaving Kurt's still form. Kurt's heart kept beating, each beep on the machine a drum keeping Blaine's own heart going. He heard them on the radio, demanding units of blood to be available for when they got there. The medics told him that keeping Kurt's arms raised may have saved him. It had allowed enough blood to stay in the circulatory system which was helped his heart to start beating again. Blaine barely heard them, watching Kurt, wishing his eyes would open.

He was pushed off to a receptionist when they got to the hospital, though he tried to stay with Kurt. They needed his personal information and Blaine gave all the information he knew. He didn't know Kurt's social security number or blood type or history of illness. He did tell them he was a recovering cutter. The scars would be seen eventually. When they asked for insurance information, Blaine handed them his credit card. The woman looked doubtful, but the glare Blaine gave her motivated into swiping it into her computer.

When all the paperwork was done, he was shown to a small waiting area and given a sheet to sit on since his pants were still covered in Kurt's blood. He paced, needing to be doing something. Acting out of pure need, he opened his phone and dialed a number. At the sound of the beep, he began crying. "Mom, it's me. Kurt, um, Kurt tried to kill himself. He was attacked and the guy left blades behind. Oh god, Mom, I don't want to lose him, I can't. I love him. I did CPR and his heart is still beating at this point. Please. I don't know what to ask. I just can't lose him."

He hung up the phone and sat heavily, wiping his face and hating the smell of blood, the sight of it on his hands.

"Blaine, thank god, there you are," Jason said, coming around the corner. He reached the smaller man and reached out, hugging him tight. "How is he?"

Blaine couldn't have been more grateful for physical contact. He squeezed Jason before stepping back. "His heart is still beating. They are giving him blood and closing up the, uh, wounds. They said he'll probably be out for a while. His body needs to replenish the blood and revive all the systems that may have started to, uh, shut down," Blaine said, unbelievably tired.

Colton reached over and gave him a tentative hug before handing him a plastic bag. "We thought you might want to change your clothes," he said quietly.

Taking the bag gratefully, Blaine pointed toward a nearby restroom. "You guys come get me if you see or hear anything," he said, almost glaring at them in his intensity.

"Of course," Jason said, taking Colton's hand as they sat.

Blaine went to the rest room and looked at himself. He looked like a scene out of a horror movie. Hell, it felt like he was living in a horror movie right now. Easing out of the blood soaked jeans, he shoved them into the biohazard can in the corner. The t-shirt soon joined it and he stood there in his boxer briefs, washing himself quickly in the sink. He had to wash his hands three times before he finally felt like he'd gotten all of the blood off of him. The clothes looked familiar to him and he realized it was the change of clothes he'd brought with him because he'd intended to spend the night with Kurt. He got dressed and wiped his shoes off before slipping them back on. Feeling a bit more human, he rejoined Jason and Colton who said no one had even come into the hallway.

After an interminable wait, a doctor finally came around the corner. All three men jumped up.

"How is he?" Blaine demanded.

"He's going to be fine," the doctor said, a small smile on his face.

Blaine felt tears cloud his vision, but bit the inside of his cheek hard to prevent them. He nodded at the doctor to continue.

"He did lose a lot of blood, but we've given him an adequate amount to replace it. His body needs to rest for the night and depending on his frame of mind upon awakening, we may need to sedate him. I do want to prepare you, when he does wake up, he will be put on a seventy two hour suicide watch," the doctor told them.

Blaine nodded. "We contacted his counselor, Juliet Clark," he said, looking at Jason.

"Yeah, she said she'd be here first thing in the morning," Jason agreed.

"Excellent. A familiar face will be good for him. You saved his life, young man. You should be proud of yourself," the doctor said, shaking Blaine's hand firmly.

"Can I see him please?" Blaine asked, his voice small.

"I'll send a nurse around in a minute. Only one visitor and only five minutes, okay? The nurse will show you where the long term waiting room is," the doctor concluded and headed back the way he'd come.

Colton's whimper was the only sound in the hallway. Blaine turned to see him buried in Jason's arms, his shoulders shaking with his quiet sobs.

"Mr. Anderson? This way please," a nurse said, waving him down the hall.

He felt both men's hands on his shoulder as he passed them. Walking into the room where Kurt was settled, Blaine was shocked to see all the tubes and bags surrounding him. The nurse explained quickly what most of it was; fluids and nutrients that his body needed back. "Five minutes," she warned him and walked out of the room.

He approached the bed, hesitant, scared suddenly. Kurt looked so tiny, so fragile against the big bed.

"Hey baby," Blaine said quietly. He couldn't not talk to him. He had to tell him some things. "Kurt, I love you so much. So much it scares me. But nothing scared me more than watching you die right in front of me. I don't know what it's going to take to convince you to live, to stay with me, but I'll do it all. I'll do anything you need. I'll leave," he promised, his voice breaking. "I'll leave if that's what you need me to do. I just want you to live. Please baby, just live for me." He looked around the room and stepped closer to Kurt. Brushing a light kiss over his forehead and lips, he put his mouth next to Kurt's ear.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Kurt, but know that I love you more than anything in this life," he said, then took one more peek at the door. His voice changed from soft to hard and furious. "Know this, Kurt. Sebastian will pay for taking your life. He's going to pay for it with his own worthless life."

He held Kurt's hand and whispered love words to him for a minute more before the nurse came to escort him out.

Showing him to the waiting room, the nurse wandered off and Blaine joined Colton and Jason who were sitting on a couch. They stood up, but he waved them back down. After talking about Kurt for a moment, they all went silent.

"Um, do you think we should tell the rest of the Warbler's? With how full that hallway was, I'm sure there are a ton of rumors already. I don't want any of the guys to worry," Colton said hesitantly.

"Yeah. Just call Wes and he'll handle it without causing a stir. Thanks," Blaine said. He sat there for a while, staring out the window, watching cars drive back and forth in the dark. All of those people were living their lives as normal. Going home, going out, making love, eating, drinking. Their lives weren't ripped apart, ripped to shreds. All because someone decided they had the ability to ruin someone else's life. The hatred he felt toward Sebastian knew no bounds. But as much as he wanted, he couldn't come out and kill him with his bare hands. As satisfying as that would be, it would take him away from Kurt. No, there had to be another way. As he stared at the passing cars, he got an idea and as he thought it through, looking for holes, possible problems, he began to smile.

Colton and Jason sat across from him, watching his eyes go dark, his lids narrow. The smirk on his lips was terrifying.

"I'll be right back," Blaine announced, standing.

"Blaine, wait," Jason said, standing and taking a step toward him. He didn't know what he would say to the man, but there was a promise of death in those golden eyes.

"Just gotta make a phone call," Blaine said casually, that smirk lifting his lips again. He walked away, leaving the other two looking at each other in concern. This could not end well.