“Blaine, who is here?” Kurt asked. Blaine didn’t answer. Slowly and steady, Blaine stood up and walked over to the self in the room were the guns laid.

Kurt looked at Blaine in disbelieve and confusion. How could this man, putting a gun together without thinking twice over it be the same man that he had in his arms, crying his heart out?

Shoulders broad, standing strong, not saying a word, Blaine put a machinegun together. Have put so many guns together, it is an easy and fast task. He grabbed some magazines and put them on his belt, designed to hold extra ammunition. 

Waiting for an explanation from Blaine, Kurt waited and stared at Blaine. After he didn’t answer another call for a clarification, he turned his head towards the screen. What was it with these men and what was their danger? Even more important, who were they? Kurt squinted his eyes a little and watched as the men were trying to break in the door. On further inspection, he realized they had weapons. Still, Kurt had no clue who the men were. Then, suddenly it escaped his mouth before he could process it in his mind.

“Rivali.” He whispered at the screen.

Panic and fear started to take control of Kurt. What was going to happen? And what should they do? His breathing fastened, but his body didn’t move. Any movement seemed impossible.

“Yes.” Blaine said, still getting his gear together.

“They are here to look for you. Rivali probably has the whole area set with his men. He knows you couldn’t have gone far. These men were set to go and look here and in a few days they have to report back to Rivali. No radio contact, someone might cut it off.”

His back was turned towards Kurt, who was still staring at the screen at the men, who now have picked the lock of the door and working their way in.

“What do we do?” Kurt said.

 “We have two options: we kill them all and save us a few days to prepare the attack on Rivali or we do nothing with the likability that they’ll find and kill us.” Blaine said clearly.

After he had gathered all his gear and let his gun rest on his shoulder by its strap, he grabbed a pistol and walked over to Kurt, remaining frozen in his chair.

“Whatever happens, stay here.” He gives him the pistol and shows him, with fast hand movements, how to load and shoot.

“It’s loaded now, all you’ll have to do if and only if there is danger is aim and shoot. Stay calm when you shoot and breath out as you do so. Do you understand?” He asked, but without giving Kurt the slightest chance to nod agreeing, he went on to the door.

With his back towards Kurt and almost at the door, ready to do what was necessary to protect Kurt, he turned only to look at Kurt’s baffled reaction. Startled eyes, filled with fear stared back at him.

He had to do something, anything. He walked back to Kurt and kneeled before his chair.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll do everything to protect you. Just hold on. For these few hours, stay strong. I know you can. Believe it and it will happen.” Impulsively, just before he went off, Blaine grabbed both sides of Kurt’s face, smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

Then, without turning around another time, he walked out of the room.

Kurt looked at him as he left. With a brain that was a bit behind on what was exactly happening, he turned his eyes to the pistol Blaine gave him, still lying in his hands on his lap. Gently, worrying that somehow his touch might set the gun off, he set his gun on the table.

Uncomfortably he looked around the empty room, right before he remembers he has access to camera’s that are set up everywhere.

His gaze immediately goes for finding Blaine. After a lucky finding, he spots Blaine lying on his belly with his gun pointed towards the man, who are standing in the distance. Blaine is covered by a few boxes, but still must’ve a good view on the room.

Blaine stares at them, but his gaze turns towards Kurt. He gives a little smile in the camera, along with a wink. It is fast, but very clear to Kurt. After that, everything moves fast. Blaine has shot the first man and now the others have opened fire. Bullets hit the boxes that protect Blaine. Three more men fall. Two more to go. Now, Blaine is sitting up, his back on the last few boxes that protect him. His gun is held close to his chest. Once more he looks in the camera, to Kurt. Another smile and nod escape him before he turns around and runs to the remaining men. A shower of bullets falls upon Blaine, but nothing seems to hit him.

After what seems to be the last man falls dead to the floor, silence falls. Blaine searches around the room for someone, however he didn’t find anyone.

Thinking of success, Blaine looks at the closest camera, with his arms wide and a smile on his face. Without any sound, he could guess he said something on the line of: ”I told you it would go good.”.

Kurt smiles at Blaine’s exaggerated self-confidence, when something in the corner of the screen takes his eye.

There is still one more man.

Kurt can feel his heart rate rise. Blaine is in danger, and doesn’t know it. He attempts waving panicky at the screen, only to know this move is useless. He turns to his gun. Only to use in danger. He holds it in his hand, to feel the power that now lies in his hand. This is it, he has to help Blaine.

“One more look at the screen.” Kurt says in himself softly.

Blaine still stands in the middle of the room, triumphantly with his hands in the air. The man, standing behind some stuff, starts to aim at him. In a quick movement, he shoots.

Kurt wants to scream, but just before he can, he silences himself by covering his mouth with his hand.

“Blaine..” He whispers as the teardrops flow across his cheek.