klangsty:

When Finn ambled through the front door, he certainly did not expect to see Blaine lying on their couch.

Let alone the blood.

Oh god, the blood.

There was a towel underneath him, which was now almost completely soaked with the angry scarlet liquid.

Finn felt nauseous.

Kurt was turned away from him, and he was stroking the back of Blaine’s hand. 

That’s when Finn saw.

The giant gash on Blaine’s side.

Oozing blood.

Blaine’s eyes were fluttering, and Kurt’s face was wet with tears.

Kurt didn’t notice that Finn had come in yet; his eyes were fixed on the injured boy before him.

“Don’t worry, baby. They’re coming.” He heard Kurt say over and over again.

Finn’s heart sank. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. What happened?

The more he looked the more he wanted to throw up.

“Kurt…”

Kurt turned around, eyes puffy. “H-He-“

Finn didn’t know what to do. He really didn’t.

So awkwardly he approached Blaine, trying his best to ignore the giant wound spewing blood all over the already-red towel. His face was contorted with pain. 

His head started spinning.

No. 

This wasn’t happening.

His brother’s boyfriend was literally dying in his own living room.

It wasn’t happening.

Maybe this was all a dream.

He took a closer look at Blaine’s face, making sure he was still alive.

All of a sudden, Blaine bounced up, almost colliding with Finn. Finn jumped back in horror.

“April Fools!” They screamed, tears of laughter starting to sting both their eyes.

Shit.

Kurt and Blaine would never allow him to forget that day.

Ever.

Stupid ketchup.