Blaine curled down, pulling his hands over his head, trying to protect himself in anyway which he could.

“Britt...” Kurt said softly. “Can you hold his arms behind his back, stand him up”

Kurt avoided Blaine’s eyes as he was tugged into a standing position, his wrists being pulled and held sharply, way too tight behind his back. He lifted his head up, if he was going to die, he wasn’t going to do it being a coward.

When Kurt sucked in a breath, Blaine glared at him.

“Do it.” He spat. “Kill me.”

“Trust me, I will.” Kurt replied. “Trust me.” He repeated, staring at Blaine for a long moment.

Blaine kept his eyes locked on Kurt’s, wriggling his arms a bit but Brittany’s grip on his wrists was aching and he was finding it hard to keep still.

“Trust me.” Kurt repeated again, more softly this time, something that Blaine’s Kurt would have said, the voice he would have used. But that wasn’t true anymore, was it? Blaine’s Kurt didn’t exist.

“Come on, Kurt. I’ve got things to do.” Santana moaned.

Blaine didn’t miss the way that Santana pouted her lips briefly at Brittany, as if a silent promise.

Kurt pulled his arm tighter, aiming his arrow directly where he needed it to bury itself, and as he let go, the scream echoed the room.

Brittany fell to the ground, twitching and convulsing as the arrow stayed firmly in her throat, blood pouring out. Blaine’s clenched eyes opened quickly and he looked at Kurt, who grinned back and reached out for his arm.

Santana lunged forward towards Brittany, forgetting everyone else, forgetting the world around her.

“Britt!” She cried, brushing her hair from her face and kissing her forehead. “Britt!”

When Santana turned towards Kurt a moment later, her hand gripping her knife tight, he had gone.

-

“Get off me!” Blaine yelled, tugging his arm out of Kurt’s forceful grip. When Kurt released him, the slowed to a halt in the middle of a street.

“What?” Kurt was confused, very confused. He just saved Blaine’s life, and now Blaine was angry at him.

“You left me!” He was frustrated, fed up and sick of being played around. He didn’t even want Kurt back anymore. It only hurt more than being alone. “You left me, Kurt.” He repeated, as if Kurt didn’t hear him the first time.

“It was for us...our safety. Your safety. She would have killed you.”

“I don’t care, Kurt. I’m going to die anyway!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in protest, he’d left his gun in the house when they’d left.

“Blaine.” Kurt said softly. “You’re not going to die.”

“Yes I am! That’s the whole point of this stupid thing! We die. That’s the point. And if you win, you’ve killed loads of kids, that doesn’t make you any better.”

“You can’t look at it like that.” Kurt replied softly again.

“There is no other way to look at it!” When Kurt didn’t reply, he lowered his voice. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Because I couldn’t.”

“You killed those other kids.”

“I didn’t love those other kids.” He replied immediately, suddenly realising what he said. “Blaine, I didn’t mean-”

He was cut off as Blaine stepped towards him, his fingers getting lost in his hair as their lips met messily and there was nothing behind it besides raw passion and love, need and want.

When they pulled away, Kurt smiled, letting his hand fall onto Blaine’s hip.

“I love you.” He said simply.

“I can’t do this.” Blaine replied, turning away from Kurt and walking into a nearby house, leaving the door open behind him as he walked into the kitchen area, lying on the cold floor and resting his head on the broken tiles.

Kurt followed him automatically, shutting the door silently behind him and moving to sit next to Blaine’s chest cross legged.

“Can’t do what?” He asked finally.

“Can’t be this. I hate how you make me feel, it’s horrible. One of us is gonna die.”

Kurt dropped his head. “I know.”

“So then stop acting like this is going to work out, you’re only hurting yourself.”

A cannon sounded, and Kurt grabbed for Blaine’s hand.

“We need to get out of here; she’ll be coming to find me. They were sort of like us, I guess. She really cared about her.”

“Let her kill me.” Blaine said sadly. “Get out of here.”

Kurt jumped up. “I’m not just going to let her kill you, get the fuck up!”

“Just leave me alone, please.”

The door opened loudly and Kurt ran out of the room, pulling an arrow out of his sheath and lining it up with the girls throat.

“Where is he?!” An unfamiliar voice spoke.

“He’s not here, Sugar.” Kurt said firmly.

“We’ll see about that.”

The next thing Blaine heard was her body hitting the floor and Kurt pulling out another arrow as two more people ran into the room, their footsteps only making it a few more past where Sugar got to before they too slammed to the ground.

Kurt ran back into the kitchen, where Blaine was sitting upright, the bag still firmly on his back.

“We need to get out of here.”

“Kurt-” Blaine cried brokenly, his hands clutching his outstretched leg.

Kurt looked down desperately, Blaine’s hands covered in his own blood as his wound began oozing more.

“Where’s your cream?! You didn’t put any more on.” Kurt said hurriedly as he crouched down, snatching the tube of out Blaine’s pocket and hastily pouring some on, probably too much but he needed to do it fast, they needed to get out of there.

“I-I forgot.” Blaine admitted softly, finally tearing his hands away as the pain subsided. “Thanks.” He added once Kurt zipped the pocket back up with the tube firmly inside of it.

“You’re alright, come on.”

He managed to get Blaine to stand up, shoving him out of the door as the three cannons finally sounded for the District 2 tributes, and the girl from 11.

“Who’s left?” Blaine asked gasping as Kurt held him up with an arm wrapped around his waist, supporting his leg which was finally becoming more responsive.

“Us, Santana and the girl from yours.”

“Quinn.” Blaine said as if he’d just remembered. “Wonder where she is...”

“I saw her, she’s okay.”

Kurt pushed Blaine into a garage, sliding the metal door down, plunging them into darkness in the process. Blaine lowered himself onto the ground, his leg finally becoming less painful.

“Where’s Quinn?” He asked quietly.

“She was hiding in an old store yesterday. Santana almost found her, but I know she’s from your district, so I got Santana out of there before she saw her.”

“Thank you,” Blaine said softly. “She’s lovely.”

“Yeah, I thought as much.” Kurt pulled the door open a bit so he could get a better view of outside, but as he did, he came face to face with Santana.

Her eyes were wide, bloodshot and angry. She gripped a spear fiercely, but by the time it took for Kurt to pull an arrow and get it into his bow; she’d already caught sight of Blaine, vulnerable on the floor.

“He doesn’t love you, 12.” She said firmly. “He’s playing the game.”

Before Kurt could do anything, Blaine drew his eyes away from Santana and looked towards Kurt, but as he did Santana threw her spear directly into his chest, his back arching around it, a loud, long cry escaping his chest. His eyes screwed shut and his body began convulsing around the wooden handle.

Santana collapsed to the ground moments later as arrows repeatedly slammed into her chest until the cannon fired. Kurt fired through his tears until he realised how little time he had left. He dropped his bow to the floor, not caring about anything anymore. He ran to Blaine’s side, tears streaming down his face as he knelt down next to him, brushing his hair from his forehead.

“Blaine” he coughed out, leaning down to press kisses over Blaine’s face.

Blaine fought his eyes open to look at Kurt, heavy weights were trying to force them closed, but he couldn’t let go just yet. A small painful smile tugged on his lips as Kurt pressed his own to Blaine’s.

“Kurt,” his voice was intensely hoarse and Kurt knew it was hurting him from the way his eyebrows burrowed and winced.

“Don’t leave me Blaine. I love you, I love you so much.” He pressed his lips firmly to Blaine’s again, trying to memorise the way their lips felt together, but Blaine didn’t kiss him back. Kurt pulled away and looked down at Blaine, eyes trying to force themselves open as his body shook with more tremors.

“Blaine, Please. Please, I love you, I love you, I’m sorry I never told you enough.” Kurt cried brokenly.

“Santana, she-”he whispered back, eyes falling closed for what felt like an eternity before he forced them back open again.

“I know, she lied, you can’t believe her, I love you” Kurt insisted hopelessly.

“I love you too” Blaine admitted softly. “I love you.”

“Stay with me, baby.” Kurt clutched desperately at his hand and pressed several kisses to it.

“Okay” Blaine obliged, and Kurt laughed a little under his breath at how quick Blaine was to promise things he knew he couldn’t do.

“I’m glad it was me...not you.” Blaine whispered.

“I’m not.” Kurt replied, fingers brushing roughly through Blaine’s hair. “This is killing me.” He admitted softly.

“Me too.” Blaine said.

“Don’t joke about this.” Kurt said smiling a little.

“You promised you’d sing to me” Blaine said suddenly, forcing the smallest smile onto his lips.

Kurt chuckled louder this time. Of course Blaine would remember that right now.

“I can’t sing to you right now,” Kurt said, choking out a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“Please,” Blaine begged. “Please.”

He licked his lips anxiously and brushed his hand through Blaine’s matted hair again, letting his fingers get lost amongst the curls as he sang softly to the boy slowly leaving his world.

Used to steal your parents liquor

And climb to the roof

Talk about our future

Like we had a clue,

Never planned that one day

I’d be losing you

In another life

I would be your guy,

We’d keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life,

I would make you stay

So I won’t have to say you are

The one that got away

Blaine kept his eyes fixated on Kurt’s, trying to squeeze his hand as much as possible to keep Kurt with him until he literally couldn’t anymore. Kurt’s voice was beautiful, he felt himself begin to lose touch with everything, but not Kurt...he wasn’t ready to say goodbye, it wasn’t meant to end like this.

All this money can’t buy me a time machine, no

Can’t replace you with a million rings, no

I should’ve told you what you meant to me, whoa

Cause now I pay the price

In another life

I would be your guy

We’d keep all our promises

Be us against the world

In another life

I would make you stay

So I don’t have to say you were

The one that got away

Blaine smiled a tiny smile, but it was the biggest he could manage. His eyes dropped shut, but he didn’t fight anymore. He couldn’t fight.

A cannon fired.

“Blaine,” Kurt sobbed brokenly. “I love you,” He let his body curl into Blaine’s chest, pulling them close together, he refused to let go of his hand, he could still feel Blaine’s fingers curled around his loosely, it felt like home.