Day 5-Move

"Move!" Kurt cried, tugging on Blaine's arm, pulling him out of the way of a flaming, crashing beam. He gripped his husband's arm tightly, trying to remain calm while terror coursed through his veins and smoke filled his lungs. He had no idea how their house had caught on fire, but this was not the time or place to dwell on the matter.

"We've gotta get Hope," Blaine said, his eyes flashing with panic.

"Yeah," Kurt started to turn, but Blaine stopped him. "Get out, Kurt. I'll get her."

Kurt shook his head. Their house was literally burning around them and Blaine was going to argue who got to be the hero. "Blaine, I'll be quicker, you know that."

Blaine gave him a look. "Smoke rises. I'm shorter."

Kurt wanted to make a joke, a witty comment, anything. But their lives were more important.

Kurt sighed in resignation. "Fine." He pulled Blaine's head up, locking his lips in a quick, desperate kiss. "I love you." When they pulled apart, there were tears in Kurt's eyes.

"I love you too. I'll be right out. Now get outta here before it's too late." Blaine turned around and dashed up the stairs to their daughter's room. Thankfully the fire seemed to be on the opposite side of the house, there was only some smoke on the second floor. He pushed open his daughter's door, wincing as he heard her cough.

"Papa?"

"It's okay, sweetie, come here, we're getting out of here."

"Daddy?"

"Daddy's outside." He scooped up his daughter, who had a death grip on her favorite stuffed animal, a bunny rabbit she cleverly named Floppy Bunny. "We're going to be okay," he whispered into her hair. He held Hope close to his chest, burying her face in his shoulder to try and keep the smoke out of her delicate lungs. He bounded down the stairs, only to backtrack when flames blocked his path. He tried to hold down the panic. Blaine looked down at the little girl in his arms. He had to get her out of here. Or die trying.

He raced up to his bedroom, opening the window. There was a small porch right outside. It was the only option. He opened the door, forcing himself not to stop and grab momentos. They could be replaced. His daughter could not. Blaine looked down from the porch. Damn. He had hoped maybe there was some way he could jump, something he could climb down, but nothing. If only they had put up that trellis Kurt had been wanting...

"Cover your ears, sweetie," he whispered to Hope. She complied quickly. "KURT!" he bellowed, praying his husband or someone would hear. "KURT! IN THE BACK!" He heard sirens. Someone had called nine one one. "KURT!!!"

He saw his husband dash around the house. "Blaine!" he called back.

"Are the firefighters here?"

"Kurt nodded. "But they can't get the ladder truck back here. Is there any way you can go to the front of the house?"

Blaine glanced back through the glass door. He could see flames through their open bedroom door, licking their way closer. "No, we're stuck."

Kurt swore, something he never did in front of Hope. "I'll let them know."

"Wait, Kurt, there's a ladder in the shed. It should reach...then we can just climb down."

Kurt nodded, rushing off to find their saving grace. Blaine silently willed him to hurry, casting a worried glance behind him. His husband finally returned with the ladder, propping it up against the porch just as the firefighters came around the building. Before they could stop him, Kurt scampered up the ladder, level with the rest of his family. "Come on, Hopey, let me take you down." Blaine maneuvered their daughter into one of Kurt's arms, not letting go until he was sure Kurt had her. Hope buried her face into Kurt's shoulder, scared of the height. "I've got you," Kurt whispered in reassurance.

He carefully made his way back down the device, glancing up at Blaine before bringing her over to be checked out by the paramedics. The firefighters held the ladder, and Blane quickly made his way down, away from the burning mass of wood and tile that had been their home. He was shuttled over to the paramedics, who began to check his vitals. Once he got a clean bill of health, he had his breath knocked out of him by Kurt as he threw himself at Blaine. "I love you,"

"I love you, too."

Kurt nuzzled his nose into Blaine's neck. "I guess this means we have to move, doesn't it?"

Blaine sighed, watching their daughter play with one of the medics as his pulled Kurt closer. "I guess so."