now pretend that isn’t slushie. 

It felt like his world was crashing down around him, everything moving in slow motion. 

The shot rang through the garage as Kurt watched his boyfriend fall to the ground, clutching his shoulder. He stared in shock as Sebastian’s arm dropped, the gun still in his hand, not looking the least bit regretful as Blaine cried out in pain and agony. Sebastian slid the gun back into the pocket of his blazer, turning on his heel and exiting the garage. The rest of the New Directions rushed over to where Blaine lay on the ground, red beginning to stain the concrete. 

Kurt fell to his knees as Blaine’s cries cut through the ringing in his ears. He was completely unaware of anything he was saying, he had no idea what to do, his mind was still trying to process what had happened. 

Blaine… Sebastian… gun… shot… blood… hurt… screaming… Blaine.. hurt.. screaming.. blood.. Sebastian.. gun.. shot.. BlainegunSebastianshothurtscreamingbloodhurtBlaineblood… 

He vaguely heard his friends behind him. 

“Someone…”

“…call 911…”

“…did he…”

“…Blaine okay?”

“…that asshole…”

Kurt rubbed Blaine’s shoulder, watching him as he grabbed his shoulder, his face contorted in pain. “Blaine, honey? Blaine, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Shh, everything will be okay, I promise, baby. I promise.” Kurt continued to make empty promises, silently praying that they wouldn’t be as empty as he thought, as they waited for an ambulance to arrive. 

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