Puck was speaking, but it was like he was talking another language for all Blaine was able to absorb it. There was no way Blaine was going to understand anything rationally at this point, especially not follow any understanding of the island or anything beyond the fact needing to get Kurt medical help. He couldn't even process the fact Carole had just said Kurt was gone, Blaine needed to just hang on to him and he wouldn't go anywhere. He couldn't go anywhere! They just got married and they were going to Paris for their honeymoon and Kurt was going to warn Blaine all over again about not spitting off the Eiffel Tower because it was unclassy.
And where was Kurt? Kurt was right there and Puck had taking him away! "DON'T MOVE HIM! HE NEEDS HELP! HE'S HURT! WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME?! WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING HIM HELP?! SOMEONE HURT HIM! WHERE IS-- KURT! KURT? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?! I WANT TO GO IN THE AMBULANCE WITH HIM! THEY HURT HIM! HE'S BLEEDING! GIVE HIM FUCKING BACK TO ME! HE'S MY HUSBAND! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" Blaine's screams escalated once again and the strength he used to try and forced Puck out of his way would probably leave bruises, even on Puck who was well-built and muscular.
But getting Puck shoved to the side, Blaine was met with emptiness. Kurt wasn't there. Kurt was gone. He was just there, but he was gone. He wasn't behind Puck. "NO... NO! LET ME GO WITH HIM! HE'S MY HUSBAND! HE NEEDS ME!" he screamed, right before the shock and terror twisted up in him and all he managed to do was give a choked up retch and threw up all over his knees and the blood-stained sand in front of him.
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And where was Kurt? Kurt was right there and Puck had taking him away! "DON'T MOVE HIM! HE NEEDS HELP! HE'S HURT! WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ME?! WHY AREN'T YOU GETTING HIM HELP?! SOMEONE HURT HIM! WHERE IS-- KURT! KURT? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?! I WANT TO GO IN THE AMBULANCE WITH HIM! THEY HURT HIM! HE'S BLEEDING! GIVE HIM FUCKING BACK TO ME! HE'S MY HUSBAND! YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" Blaine's screams escalated once again and the strength he used to try and forced Puck out of his way would probably leave bruises, even on Puck who was well-built and muscular.
But getting Puck shoved to the side, Blaine was met with emptiness. Kurt wasn't there. Kurt was gone. He was just there, but he was gone. He wasn't behind Puck. "NO... NO! LET ME GO WITH HIM! HE'S MY HUSBAND! HE NEEDS ME!" he screamed, right before the shock and terror twisted up in him and all he managed to do was give a choked up retch and threw up all over his knees and the blood-stained sand in front of him.