It was just supposed to be a date night. They’d go to dinner, a movie, and then go home and make love until they fell asleep. It’d be a celebratory day, and then a celebratory night. In their minds, nothing could go wrong. Because Blaine was finally in New York, and they were living together in their small apartment.

It’d started out that way. They went to the movies, saw Titanic in 3-D, and because they’ve seen it more times than they can count in 2D, they spent most of the movie making up lost time. It you were to base their entire night on just the movie, and not what happened afterwards, the celebration was a success.

It was after the movie, as they made their way to Kurt’s favorite Italian restaurant that things went downhill.

Kurt was huddled up against Blaine, his arm looped through Blaine’s at the elbow, his head resting on his shoulder, neither of them taking notice of anything or anyone around them. Blaine looked at Kurt with a smile, kissing him gently, “I love you,” He said for what seemed the millionth time that night.

Kurt smiled wistfully as he leaned forward to kiss Blaine’s jaw affectionately, “I love you too,” He answered, tightening his hold on Blaine, “So much.” He bit his lip with a grin as he watched the way Blaine eyed him. Heart eyes, Brittany had called them; it’s like when a cartoon character is in love, they have hearts for eyes. She couldn’t have been more right, Kurt thought as he looked in Blaine’s eyes.

“How did we survive so long without each other?” Blaine questioned, pulling Kurt impossibly closer.

Kurt shook his head, “I have absolutely no idea,” He said, “But I never want to be without you again.” He lifted his head, and stopped them, “Ever.” He turned towards Blaine, letting go of his arm as he faced him and pulled him up against himself, “Ever,” His smile fell, watching Blaine lovingly as he rested his forehead against Blaine’s, “Ever again.”

Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt’s, “I feel the same way,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

They stood there together for a few moments, the sounds of the city fading away until they could just hear each other’s breathing. They didn’t know the name of the street; they didn’t know any of the people walking by because they didn’t care. After months, and months of missing one another they were finally able to just hold each other. They didn’t need much more than that; the comfort of a touch.

They’d completely forgotten where they were when Blaine’s eyes flew open at a new touch on his back. It was cold, hard, and nothing like the warmth of Kurt’s hands on his waist. “Don’t say a word,” a voice whispered from behind Blaine.

Kurt’s eyes opened, “Huh?” he asked, looking at Blaine, starting to smile softly, only to jump away from him in a panic.

“Not a word,” the voice repeated, watching him warily as he pushed Blaine towards him and held up the gun. “Now, give me your money, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

New York was a wonderful city, and Kurt was thankful to be able to call it his home – his and Blaine’s home. But if there were one thing about New York that terrified Kurt, that he’d never expected to face, it was the muggings. There were more cases of muggings, and rapes, and murders each night than bank robberies and kidnappings combined. Yet, Kurt still never once thought about the chance of being mugged, himself.

Especially not on a night of celebration.

He pulled out his wallet quickly, handing it to the man, “Please,” he said, his eyes pleading, “Don’t hurt him.” his gaze went back to Blaine who was frozen with fear. “Blaine… you wallet,” He muttered, reaching towards him.

He didn’t want either of them to get hurt. Money could be replaced, love could not.

But Blaine was staring at the mugger, still stock still. “Blaine, honey,” Kurt said, his voice rising in pitch because the mugger was shifting behind him, and he could tell the man was getting impatient. “Blaine, please,” He begged, “Just give him your wallet so he’ll go away.”

“Listen to your boyfriend.” The mugger growled, “Or I swear, this gun won’t be just a prop.”

Kurt’s breathing quickened, “Blaine!” He exclaimed, “Please just… Please,” his voice was soft, but rising in volume and pitch as Blaine remained motionless, staring at the mugger.

And then, they knew the mugger had had enough. Because a loud sound ricocheted off the walls of the alley behind them, and Kurt fell to his knees. The sound of a piece of medal hitting the ground fell on deaf ears as the mugger dropped Kurt’s wallet, blindly shot at Blaine and ran.

Blaine was pulled from his trance as the second bullet pierced his arm. He cried out, his legs collapsing from beneath him as he reached for his arm and wrapped his hand around it, below where the bullet had hit. It was then that he saw Kurt, lying on the ground. “Kurt?” He asked, “Kurt, please,” he pleaded, letting go of his wounded arm and reaching for Kurt. He gently rolled him over.

Kurt stared at Blaine through empty eyes. His gaze was cold, and his chest was no longer heaving as Blaine looked down on him. “Kurt?” Blaine repeated, leaning over him, and finding where he’d been shot. Just to the left of his chest; where his heart lay.

“Oh god,” Blaine whimpered, trying to stop the blood, even though he knew it was too late to do much of anything to save Kurt. “Somebody help!” He cried out, feeling something dreadful make its way through his own chest, “Somebody help!” He echoed, louder. “Please!” He looked up from Kurt, saw that nobody paid him any mind, “Somebody please!” He screamed, “He’s dying!”

He cried harder as he fell next to Kurt and pressed his hand above his bleeding heart. “Please don’t die, Kurt,” he begged, “Please, I promise I won’t freeze up, I swear; I didn’t mean to,” he looked back to Kurt’s face and sobbed, “Please… don’t leave me. I only just got you back.”

But Kurt was silent, and his eyes were empty.

Blaine screamed again for help, and again, and again, and again. Though to no avail, as not a single person looked at the two laying on the ground; one dead, and mourning.