Kurt stopped abruptly when Blaine grabbed onto him blinking a few times to focus before looking down at him, eyes wide and so, so scared. He forced himself to listen, despite the voice in his head that was just screaming about his dad, to find him, to find Carole, to make sure they both got home safe. But Blaine, and all the guns, and God he was so far out of his league with all of it.
"What do we do?" he whispered, arms tightening around his stomach as he glanced past Blaine and up to where all the commotion was. Where the hospital was. Where his family was. "Blaine..."