Blaine's eyes widened when he saw Kurt mouth that he loved him. Seeing that terrified him, honestly, because it was like Kurt was preparing, saying goodbye, just in case. And there was no way that Blaine could accept that. He gazed at Kurt for a long moment, taking in his beautiful face and amazing eyes--so alive, even when in fear and sorrow--and knew that they both had to do something to make certain they could get out of there safely.
Looking around quickly, Blaine spied one of those IV hooks laying nearby. He gave Kurt's hand a quick squeeze before letting go and quietly and carefully moving over to crouch down to the floor to grab the pole. Those things were getting closer.
"Kurt," he whispered, standing and waving him over, taking his hand again. "Come on." He held the makeshift weapon out in front of him as the... zombies or whatever they were came closer to them.