Blaine rushed into his apartment.
"Kurt? Are you okay?"
No answer. The glass window that had peeked into their living room had been smashed open. Blaine's heart stopped dead in its tracks.
Because out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a red stain on the carpet.
"Kurt?" he went into the bedroom. There was a strange odor in the room. Blaine wasn't breathing.
Kurt, soaked in blood, lay limp on the bed.
"Kurt? Are you okay? Answer me, baby! Kurt!"
No answer.
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The iPod Shuffle Klaine Writing Game
FanfictionIn which my iPod decides the fate of my two favorite boys... Really short but all interesting! Take a peek and maybe try it for yourselves!
