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Part one.

"All it took was one second," Blaine said, "then... everything had changed.." he whispered to no one in particular, though Kurt was sitting beside him, it wasn't aimed at him, he just needed to let it out.

He was scared, the foreign feeling of tape placed on his face to keep an eye shield on, the way his eye was swollen shut and throbbing, and the way it hurt to have the other one open because of the way it strained it. But that wasn't what scared him the most, it was the words "corneal abrasion," and, "he needs surgery," that still scared him, even if those words were in the past.

It was a slushie, not a stick, not anything particularly scary, and yet, it had changed everything...

"But you know what I don't understand?" He continued, this time aimed at the other boy in the room.

Kurt looked up, he had been doing his school as Blaine was speaking. "Hmm? What is it Blaine?" He asked, putting down the pen and crossing his legs as he leaned back.

Blaine sighed, running a hand through his tight, unruly curls. "Why?" he whispered, keeping his tearful gaze away from Kurt, "why Sebastian would do something like that, why the Warblers would do something like that."

Kurt gave him a sympathetic look, his eyes glowing sadly. "I don't know."

Blaine sighed, he remembered it so clearly.

Blaine watched as the Warblers walked around in circles with New Directions, the music was unbelievably good, he wished that they could have been singing under different circumstances, but apparently this is how to solve a problem, honestly, who sang Michael Jackson was much less important than the friendships that were being torn apart.

He almost stopped, doing a double take as one of the Warblers fell out of formation, walking to the wall, picking up what looked like a small paper bag. He found it weird, but shrugged it off, that was, until half the Warblers had held the bag in their hands, and discretely made their way to Sebastian.

"No." He thought, watching as Sebastian pulled out a large slushie cup, aiming it at Kurt with a smirk shining brightly on his face.

He threw himself in front of Kurt. His vision blackened, it felt normal, like a stupid slushie, the cold, icy syrup against his face.

Then searing, burning, stabbing pain flooded into his right eye. It was agony.

He screamed in pain, covering his eye as he slipped on the spilled slushie. He needed to get away from the pain radiating in his eye, it hurt so bad. It was like a million needles.

He heard people gasp behind him, and a pair of hands placed themselves on him, one on his back and the other on his arm, he barely heard Kurt's soothing words as he cried.

It hurt so bad.

He whimpered, placing a hand on his forehead. His head was throbbing, he just wanted to watch a movie with Kurt, and now his head was killing him.

Kurt looked away from the screen and looked at Blaine. "Hey," he asked, putting a hand on his arm, "you okay? Is it your eye? I can get you more Advil."

Blaine slowly shook his head, all he wanted to do was sleep, his head hurt, which was causing his eye to hurt worse. "No, my head." He whispered, sniffing as he teared up from the way the headache was radiating in his eye.

Kurt sat up, pulling Blaine into his arms and resting his chin on the top of the younger boy's head. "What do you wanna do? I can get you some Tylenol along with Advil, but we don't have to keep watching tv if you don't want to, I could read to you, or we could play a game." He told him, rubbing his back as he tried to sooth the boy before he started crying.

"I wanna be better," Blaine whimpered, his chest heavy, "I wanna be able to see. I wanna be able to take this stupid shield off, I wanna be able to go four hours without needing to have my eye pried open as drops and ointment are forced into it. I wanna be able to go to school, I wanna be able to play music, I wanna be normal again. I hate this, Kurt, it sucks." He cried, tears falling down his face.

Kurt sighed, pulling Blaine closer. "I know," he whispered, carefully rocking him back and forth, "it'll be okay."

Blaine continued to feel a lump in his throat even after he had stopped crying, it seemed to always be there now. Sleep was his only relief from the pain of the trauma, the memory of what had happened, and what affects it could have on the rest of his life, especially the looming threat of permanent blindness.

"I just wanna sleep." He mumbled, shifting so he was laying down, even though he was uncomfortable on his back. "You should probably be getting home, your dad will be wanting you home soon, and I know that I've been distracting you from your school."

Kurt nodded sadly, standing up. "Okay," he said, pulling Blaine into a quick hug, "I'll call you later."

Blaine smiled at him as he left, he knew what he said had sounded heartless, but he hadn't meant it that way, he needed to be alone for a little bit, he needed to think.

Blaine woke up to his mother gently shaking his shoulder. "Baby, wake up," she whispered, running her other hand across his cheek.

"Mmm..." he groaned, opening his eye as much as possible without opening the injured one, "I wanna sleep.." he mumbled, closing his eye again.

His mom ran her hand through his tangled curls. "Come on, baby. You need more eye drops."

He moaned again. "I don't want them, they hurt.." he whispered, keeping his eyes closed this time. Eye drops were like torture, he couldn't keep his eye open if he wanted to, and then the natural reflex of his eye squeezing shut had caused him to miss a couple of drops, and afterwards his eye just felt nasty from the ointment and discharge. "Mama, please.."

She leaned down and kissed his forehead. "I know, Blaine," she soothed, continuing to run her hand through his dark curls, "but you need them. They'll help your eye heal, so it won't get infected."

Blaine sighed, opening his eye, the other one throbbing, he could feel the individual stitches, the uncomfortable uneven feeling beneath his lid. "Okay.." He didn't want them, but they sounded like a better option than an infection.

She walked over and turned on the lights, causing Blaine to squeeze his eye shut, light bothered him so much more now, even in the middle of the day he found himself squinting from the brightness from a normal lamp. "Ow.." he murmured, barely loud enough to hear.

She walked back over to him and pulled a few things from the nightstand closer to her, two small bottles of eye drops, one in a red bottle, and one in blue, a bottle of saline solution for eyes, a small tube of thick ointment similar to the contents in the red bottle of eye drops, a small tissue box, and a roll of paper tape to keep the shield on after she was finished putting the medication in.

"Okay baby," she said, gently pulling the sticky tape off of his face, "this'll be a bit cold.." she told him, squeezing a small stream of saline from the bottle onto his eye.

He squirmed, the freezing cold solution bringing out the pain more. It felt like needles, and he wanted to close his eye, but his mother was gently holding it open.

She continued to do her work, whispering calming words when Blaine would cry out or jump, the pain too much to hold in. "Shh.." she soothed, placing the last piece of tape over the shield, "it's okay, baby, it's all over now." She said, trying to calm her shaking son.

She pulled him into her arms as he sobbed, his eye filling with a sharp scratching feeling, like something was clawing him. "I wanna be better..."