Mars 20th 1918

I write this as the bombs are raining from the sky. It has been going for hours. It is impossible to sleep. I dont even know if it is night or day anymore. All I know is that it is unsafe to go outside. As soon as they sound the alarm it is our time to attack. If we are lucky, we might gain a few meters. If not, we might die. We and the Germans are only 200 meters apart. Nothing more. We are fighting about 200 meters. Men die every day, over 200 meters. It is no point to fight. No one will ever win. Because no one will ever give up.

I want to give up Blaine, I do. It makes me crazy. I have been here since January the 6st. I have all your letters inside my uniform. And a photo, of you and me. The last taken of you and me together. Your 14th birthday.

I love you so much Blaine. I wont be able to send you this. But if something do happened I want you to read this. I love you so much Blaine.

And I-

Kurt stopped writing and looked up. There it was again. The alarm. It was time for attack. The Germans were coming. Then it was their turn. It was always the same. No rest. Day after day.

Kurt tucked the letter back into the safety of his chest pocket. Then he put his helmet on, picked up his gun and sent God a short prayer that he would survive another attack.

They hadnt gotten very far, when suddenly shouts were hear among the French and British soldiers.

"Gas! Gas!"

"Moutarde!"

They climbed out from the trenches, as fast as they could. And they put on their gas-masks. They curled up on the ground and waited for the gas cloud to pass. While they prayed that the enemies bullets wouldnt hit them.

If he were to choose, Kurt would rather die by a bullet than to choke to death after inhaling the gas. He had seen it happened far too many times. He had seen what it could do to people. He had seen them suffer.

In the night he saw them die too. The only difference was that in his dreams, it was his family he saw die. All the people he loved.

His mother, his father, Mr and Mrs Andersson, Cooper along with a beautiful young woman, with a little baby in her arms. He saw Finn die. And Carole.

But most of all, he saw Blaine die. He bled to death before Kurts eyes, got blown up into thousands of pieces. He choked to death. But in the worst of Kurts dreams, nothing of that happened.

It began with him fighting another soldier, a German soldier. Then Kurt reached for his knife, and plugged him into the other soldiers chest. Right then, when he did that, was the first time he saw the soldiers face.

He recognized the hazel eyes. That lit up in recognition. Blaine smiled at him.

He slowly lowered Blaine to the ground. He put his hand against Blaines cheek. With the other he grabbed his hand. He pressed their joined hands against the wound. The blood was seeping through their fingers.

"Bitte nicht sterben Blaine"he whispered" ne me quitte pas"

Please dont die Blaine, dont leave me.

Blaine smiles at him, his beautiful smile.

"Je ne voudrais pas, jamais. Je taime, Kurt."

I wouldnt, ever. I love you, Kurt.

Then the hazel eyes closed. And Kurt woke up, with Blaines name on his lips.

Kurt slowly looked up. The gas had passed. He had survived another day.

Blaine POV

November 10th 1918

Kurt

I have been here half a year now. I dont even know if you are alive. I dont know anything anymore. Other than this war. I dont know if I can do this anymore. I am not as strong as you. We are going to attack you soon. I dont want to. What if you are the next person I kill.

The alarm is ringing, Kurt. I need to go. I am praying for you.

He ran out into the night. Bombs were raining from the sky all around him. Gunshots ringing around him. Everywhere his fellow soldiers were dying. Both German and French. He got separated from the others.

He saw a group of French soldiers coming towards him. It was too dark to really see them, but he hear them talk.

He threw himself into one of the craters. He head the soldiers walk by.

Then one of them suddenly shouted something, it sounded like...

"Boulet de canon! Se mettre à couvert!"

Cannonball! Take cover!

Then in a matter of seconds a loud bang sounded. Then, screams, oh the screams. Those where the worst.

Something, or someone fell down on the ground a few meters away from him.

Then he could hear a soft voice murmur.

"Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,

Que ton nom soit sanctifié,

Que ton règne vienne,

Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.

Donne-nous aujourdhui-"

Our Father, which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy Name.

Thy Kingdom come.

Thy will be done in earth,

As it is in heaven.

Give us this day-

The voice stopped.

"Allô! Est-ce quil ya quelquun là-bas. Aidez-moi ... Sil vous plaît ..."

Hello! Is there anybody there. Help me... Please...

Blaine looked up. Only two meters away from him lay the French soldier. Blaine crawled closer.

The soldiers left leg was a bloody mass. He could see the tibia, shining white in the moonlight.

"Hey ... Sie sind in Ordnung..." He said, crawling closer.

But as he said so... The other soldier panicked.

"Mon dieu, sil vous plaît ayez pitié ... Notre Père, qui es aux cieux, Que ton nom Soit sanctifier,

Que ton Règne vienne-"

My God, please have mercy... Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come-

Stupid...stupid Blaine... Of course he panicked! You spoke German with him.

"Hey ... vous serez bien ... Je vais vous aider, je suis un ami..."

Hey... you will be alright... I will help you I am a friend...

"Sil vous plaît ayez pitié ... Jai une famille à la maison ... Je veux rentrer à la maison pour mon amour ... Mon amour, sil vous plaît laissez-moi rentrer à la maison"

Please have mercy... I have a family at home... I want to go home to my love...My love, please just let me come home

"Shh..shh...Je vais vous aider"

Shh...shh... I will help

Blaine ripped off a piece of his jacket, and he bound it tightly around the soldiers leg right above the wound.

Then the soldier started to murmur again. Blaine recognised the words. He started to whisper them with the other man. He felt something touch his hand. He looked down. Then he grabbed the soldiers hand. He couldnt see the soldiers face clearly, it was too dark. And it was smeared in mud.

They repeated the words.

"Notre Père, qui es aux cieux,

Que ton nom soit sanctifié,

Que ton règne vienne,

.Que ta volonté soit faite sur la terre comme au ciel.

Donne-nous aujourdhui notre pain de ce jour.

Pardonne-nous nos offences

Comme nous pardonnons aussi à ceux qui nous ont offensés.

Et ne nous soumets pas à la tentation,

mais délivre-nous du mal,

car cest à toi quappartiennent le règne,

la puissance et la gloire, aux siècles des siècles.

Amen"

Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
Your Kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as in heaven
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our sins,
as we forgive those who sin against us.
Lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom,
the power and the glory are yours.
Now and for ever.

Amen.

"Je mappelle Blaine..." Blaine said.

The other soldier twitched. He gripped Blaines hand harder.

"Blaine...Blaine..." He whispered.

"Ouais, cest vrai, Blaine..."

Yeah, thats right, Blaine.

The French soldier fell silent. Blaine realised he had fallen asleep.

"Je vais prendre soin de vous..."

I will take care of you...

You might wonder why he didnt kill the soldier. But he really couldnt, not when he had seen him so close. Not when he had heard him pray. He didnt want to kill anyone. He was tired of the war.

The sun was starting to rise. It was getting lighter and lighter. Blaine was still holding the soldiers hand. Then he felt a light squeeze.

"Blaine...Blaine..." The French soldier whispered.

Blaine turned his head towards him, to reassure him that he was there. But the words stuck in his throat. Two bright eyes were watching him. Two beautiful blue, green, grey eyes. He knew those eyes, even though it had been four years since he saw them. Kurt...

"Hey Kurt. ... Kurt, je suis ici, je suis ici. Je ne vais pas partir. Je vais vous sauver. Je vous ai finalement trouvé, ma belle Kurt..."

Hey Kurt... Kurt I am here, I am here. I wont leave. I will save you. I finally found you, my beautiful Kurt...

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered and smiled, lifting his hand and touching Blaines cheek."Ich sagte, ich würde Sie zu finden, habe ich nicht?"

Blaine... I told you I would find you, didnt I?

Blaine took off Kurt his helmet, and put it under his head as a pillow. He stroke his sweaty hair out of his forehead.

"Oui, vous lavez fait, et vous gardez toujours vos promesses, Kurt.  Immer, ich liebe dich..."

Yes you did, and you always keep your promises, Kurt. Always, I love you

"Je taime trop...Blaine"

I love you too..Blaine

No one of them know exactly how long they lay there. But sometime during the day, people on both sides started to shout. Then they started running against each other. They met in the middle, hugging each other. Shaking hands. Sharing smokes.

"Was geschieht, Blaine?"

What is happening, Blaine?

"Ich weiß nicht"Blaine answered, he spotted a German soldier close by."Hey, was geschieht!"

The soldier looked at him and laughed.

"Krieg ist vorbei!"

War is over!

War is over... The war was over...

Then he could hear all the shouts around them.

"Krieg ist vorbei!"

"La guerre est finie"

"Wir gehen nach Hause!"

War is over! The war is over, we are going home!

Blaine and Kurt smiled at each other. They were going home.