Curling against his seat, Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, trying to keep his stomach from crawling out his throat the way it felt like it wanted to do. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands.
Everything that had just happened... that he'd just seen...
Blaine opened his eyes and reached across the center console, fingers curling into Kurt's bicep and clinging to it. He just--needed to hold on to something. Someone. "I--I'm sorry, Kurt. I'm sorry," he murmured, knowing how close he'd just gotten the love of his life to being killed.