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I'll Run To You

Kurt doesn't know how to explain to Blaine just how he feels, and pretty soon, he'll lose his chance. Being two of the last five tributes, the lovers are cold, hungry, unsafe, and fearful as they await the inevitable in the arena.The song in this fic is right (youtube.com/watch?v=RuESB9yhgvE) here. It's called Run To You, by Pentatonix. It's beautiful. You'll fucking cry. Hunger Games!AU


T - Words: 1,556 - Last Updated: Mar 23, 2014
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Categories: Angst, AU, Cotton Candy Fluff, Crossover, Romance,
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel,
Tags: character death, established relationship, hurt/comfort,

Author's Notes:

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The arena was full of chirping birds and night owls hooting. Tall trees waved in the chilly breeze and frost formed atop of every surface. The rivers and ponds were nearly rock solid. It was as if winter was coming to a pure nightmare. Screams erupted once in a while. Following short after was the sound of a canon. Faces were displayed across the sky with their information and music played softly in the background in their honor. It was the least the Capitalists could do.

A sick, sick game and twisted people forcing innocent beings to become their entertainment for five whole days, or until only one person was left. Surrounded by so many dead bodies and the rotting of death itself. They say you never unsee what you witness in the games. I say theyre right.

I was tired and sad and all of my friends had gone. All except one.

The wind was cold and the sky was dark. All I could see outside of the poorly made hut was a pitch blackness and a few blue lights of reflection. It was quiet. I rested my tired head on a firm shoulder, more firm than ever due to all of the training and strength endurance. I, myself, was feeling stronger. As of then, I felt weak, and overwhelmed.

We were facing each other. My back was to the wall of the hut made of wood(sticks and branches), and his was semi-facing the crack we made to see outside. My legs were resting around his hips, as his legs were where I rested between. Our stomachs were close, as were our hips, and my hands gripped his soft sweatshirt as if to say I would never let go. His arms held me protectively.

I couldnt find the words to say how I felt- not to him, at least. It would have been easier if it were my dad. I loved my dad. I was fighting for my dad.

...but my love for Blaine was so much deeper. I couldnt figure out how to put it into words. Now that we were two of the last three standing, I didnt know if Id ever get the chance. All I wanted to do was look into those hazel eyes that reminded me so much of my favorite treat- butter hazelnut nutella fudge from the bakery down the street.

He sang hushed in my ear, lulling me to sleep with his lullaby. I was nearly asleep when he stopped. I didnt dare speak to ask why. I knew it was some sort of test.

"What is it, love?" He whispered after a while, questioning my silence. It was still silent for another minute before I spoke.

"Im tired, thats all," I replied, nuzzling my forehead into the crook of his neck.

"Nope. Theres something," he said to me, rubbing soothingly up and down my sides with shivering hands. I tried to speak, to reassure him, but he wasnt finished, "Wanna know how I know?"

"Kind of...." I replied, not looking up one bit. I was too comfortable(other than the cold) to move.

"... because youre you and when you are tired, you talk even more, yet sleepier and youre drunk-sounding... also, our heads are real close and Im a telepathic," he joked.

I shrugged, wondering for a moment whether or not to speak. All I could think to do was cock my head to the side and lean my chin upwards to his mouth, where he was already awaiting my kiss, and we both closed our eyes.

It was chaste at first, but it turned sweeter just as his hand crept up my back. My own hand found its way to the back of his neck, where it tug at a few loose curls. He deepened the kiss, swirling his tongue in my mouth and sucking on my bottom lip. My hands were cold- exposed to the air. I took my other hand and reached behind my back to grab on of his. I held it to my torso as we kissed lacing my fingers with his.

Before long, our kisses became heated and rushed. Sloppy and open mouthed and intense, not to mention rough. His hands found my thighs, hotly pushing them apart as he leaned me down, laying me on my back and getting on his knees between my legs, quickly maneuvering himself over me. Our bodies fit like two perfect puzzle pieces, and though we were not women, our curves match up wonderously.

We kissed lazily for a while. Just enjoying each others grasps. I hugged him close, looking out the crack of our hut paranoidly. I sighed as he kissed and sucked at the skin of my collar bone.

"In any other case, I would take off all of your clothes right here, but we both know the circumstances," he said, heaving himself up. I stayed there smiling up at him as he tucked his legs underneath him and chuckled cutely.

"How can we be so happy right now?" I asked, opening my arms for him to pull me up.

"Well," he began, taking my arms and snaking them around his neck. He placed a firm grip on my waist, pulling me up to straddle him while he sat, "Were still breathing, were semi-safe, and were together."

He leaned his forehead against mine, peppering my nose with a few kisses before laying us both down. I was on his chest, safe and sound. After just a few minutes, Blaine leaned over to blow out our little candle. He kissed my forehead, murmured an "I love you", and was sound asleep by the three minute passing mark.

I had to do it now. We might not awaken the next morning.

"Blaine..." I said, tapping his chest. He stirred a bit, until I tapped his chest a bit harder.

"Hmm?" He sighed, being woken so abruptly, "What is it, love?"

"Um... I just wanted to ask you a question...."

"Cant it wait ‘till morning comes?"

"....no."

I rolled over and sat up. It may have startled him a bit, but at that point, I just needed to get this across to him.

"We might not have tomorrow. We might never have tomorrow, Blaine," I told him, and he realized the hurt and anger in my voice, sitting up to wrap both warm arms around me.

"Speak your mind," he whispered, "Im right here."

I sniffled and held back the tears that were threatening to burst at the corners of my eyes.

"Ive loved you since the minute I saw you," I said, turning to face him slightly, "I loved you even more the first time you kissed me, and even more the first time we were intimate, and even more when you met my parents. I love you more and more each day. Thats saying something, love, because since that first day, I didnt know i could love this much. You are what I love, Blaine, and if I could, Id give you the world.

"If Ive said it once, Ive said it a million times; I cant imagine my life without you. I know we live well, and were happy, at least we were happy before all of this bullshit, but if we were under any other circumstance, Id be happy because my love would be with me. If we lived in District Twelve, wed be starving, maybe even homeless, but Id be fine with that if you had me with you... but you arent just someone to keep me company, Blaine.

"Youre someone to wake up to every morning. Someone to hold me when Im sad, or someone to hold when theyre sad. Someone to take care of and have the same in return. Someone to cheer me on, and someone to cook for. Someone to be there for when they need it most, or any time for that matter. Youre that person, for me, Blaine. I cant live without you, and I w-wont... I wont because I cant."

I didnt care about the damn tears anymore. Blaine had them, too. In fact, he was sobbing at this point, kissing my knuckles and smiling cutely. Before I knew it, I was taking both of his hands in my own.

"If somehow we make it out together, I want you to marry me," I finished. He let out the most muffled sob ever. It was a cross between a loving laugh and a cry of sadness.

"There is nothing Id want more, baby," he said, capturing my lips with his own. His hands were placed gently on my hips and upper thighs, and I had my arms around his neck.

Everything was alright.

After an hour of quiet pleasure and alertness, I lay with my back pressed up against Blaines toned chest. He sings softly in my ear as we await sleep, and the morning to come.

"A light in the room,

It was you, who was standing there.

Tried, it was true...

As youre glance met my stare.


The next day was when the inevitable came, and my babys face was displayed across the dark sky. I had made sure that the man who killed my fiance was right up there with him.


Ill run, Ill run.

Ill run, run.

To you."    


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