Kurt, we need these designs today. The models are flying here in 3 days, we don’t have time for this.

They’ll be ready, I swear. Just give me until midnight.

*

“Where is he?!”

“He chased them, they went down there!”

*

We don’t have until midnight. We need them right now.

Do you want them to be half finished, or do you want to leave me for 2 hours so I can finish this?!

*

“GET OFF HIM!”

He laughed. “What are you going to do if we don’t?”

*

You have one hour, Hummel. It’s a good thing you’re actually a good designer, you’d have been out of the door a long time ago if you weren’t.

Well now we’ve settled that, do you want to let me get back to work? These dresses aren’t going to finish themselves.

*

“There’s no one to save you down here...”

“AARON”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t push me Anderson”

*

How’s it going in here, buddy?

Hey Dad. It’s good, I’ve gotta get these designs finished.

Well, when you’re done come down to the editing suite, we’ve got another job for you.

Give me an hour.

*

“Where is he? What did you do?!”

“Calm down, Cooper. We didn’t even want him, you were the one”

“I don’t give a fuck; you can have me, do whatever the fuck you want just let Blaine go”

“Aaron Cooper, begging. This is new; let me hear you say it again.”

*

Okay, I’m done. Take these down to the third floor.

They’re beautiful, they’re perfect, you are perfect. Kurt I don’t know what we did without you.

Hey, hey, enough of the kissing me, just go...go on! We don’t have time!

We owe you for this!

*

“Stand up. Against the wall.”

“BLAINE”

“Stand the fuck up, now. That wasn’t so hard was it? Maybe next time you can do it without us having to threaten your little friend here.”

“Do whatever they say, Aaron.”

“Keep him quiet.”

*

“Kurt, we want you to come to London with us to help out with some designing there.”

“Wow...really? Dad that’s incredible.”

“You can leave with us tomorrow and help out for a couple of weeks, take a visit to New York and then be back here by the end of March. How does that sound?”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much. I’ve been meaning to go back to New York actually; I can’t believe it’s the end of February already.”

“I’m sure they’re holding up fine without you.”

“Yeah, they can look after themselves.”

*

“Do not push me, Anderson”

“Just tell your dick of a brother to stay away from Lucy”

“Say one more thing about him and I swear I’ll do it”

“You don’t have the balls”

“BLAINE.”

“No, Aaron. He doesn’t have the balls, he wouldn’t do it. Even his slut shamed brother wouldn’t dare.”

“BLAINE!”

“Leave him, go! Go!”

“Blaine!”

*

“SANTANA, SAN CALL AN AMBULANCE.”

“Aaron? Where are you? What’s happened?”

“It’s Blaine. Just please, call an ambulance. We’re on Parkers Avenue, down the side of that gap between the buildings, please just hurry.”

“Rach is calling, tell me what’s happened, we’re on our way”

“Blaine come on, hold on....San I don’t know what to do, please, just help me, please”

“We’re coming now, I swear, we’re almost there, tell me what happened”

“I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry”

*

“Mr Hummel, you have a call on line 2.”

“Can you ask them to hold? I’m busy.”

“Sorry, Mr Hummel, he insists it’s urgent.”

“Okay, I’ll take it, thank you.”

*

“Kurt Hummel.”

“Kurt, it’s me.”

“Puck? What’s going on?”

“It’s Blaine, he-you need to get here now.”

“What’s happened?”

“I think you just need-”

“What the hell has happened, Puck?”

“Blaine’s in hospital.”

“Why? Tell me. What happened?!”

“He’s been stabbed.”