Hey guys! So I just got back from a lovely 4-day trip in Banff, Alberta (: Yesterday, on the trip back I was drawing away and I was listening to Perfect-Hedley, and i just kind of got a little story idea from this one drawing. So here it is (:

I do not own glee.

Blaine sped down the street, hands tight around the wheel, eyes blown wide. Rain pounded against the car, wipers dancing at a frantic pace. His heart was pounding in his ears, fear coursing through him. He got one call he prayed, hoped, wished he`d never get.

Blaine sat at his desk, doing math homework, awaiting a call from Kurt. He smiled as his phone rang, Kurt`s name dancing up on the screen. He answered the call, about to greet him, but froze as Kurt`s voice came through.

`-AINE! BLAINE, OH GOD, BLAINE! WHERE ARE YOU, B-BLAINE! PLEASE, BLAINE!`

Blaine stood, his chair falling back, slamming into the ground.

`Where are you!`

`E-Eve street d-downtown... Bl-Blaine... P-p-please, i-it hurts... Alley..`

`I`m coming Kurt. I`m coming, don`t move, I love you!`

Blaine ran down the stairs, grabbing his keys, ignoring the angry calls of his father. He slammed the door behind him, jumping into his car and speeding off into the night.

Blaine turned onto Eve street quickly, parking on the side of the road. He jumped out, locking the car behind him. He ran down the street, looking into every all, calling Kurt`s name desperately. He slowed as he heard some loud sobs coming from the next alley up. He ran to it, staring into it, his heart shattering as he took in what was before him. He ran to Kurt, falling to his knees, pulling Kurt over onto his lap. Kurt had his hands pressed to his ears, his body curled into a ball-like position, screaming in fear at a high decibel level. His soft porcelain skin was tainted with large, purple bruises, blood pouring from his nose, mouth, cuts on his body, his clothes staining as he sat in the puddle of blood below him.

Blaine rocked him back and forth, kissing his head, stroking his hair, trying to comfort the boy in any way he could. Blaine cried hard into his hair, holding him tightly. Kurt eventually grasped Blaine`s shirt, still crying.

`I`m so sorry Kurt, `Blaine`s voice was ridden with tears as he spoke, `I should have protected you... This shouldn`t have happened to you...`

Kurt was too incoherent to hear Blaine`s words as he screamed. Blaine rocked him still, whispering to him, how he wished it was him, that Kurt didn`t deserve this. Blaine kissed his forehead, nuzzling Kurt`s face into his neck, looking up at the sky sadly.

`I`m sorry I failed you...`

So there you go. I dunno. It was just kind of something that went in my head after drawing that one picture. Hope you liked it.

-Echo.