One hour and twenty two minutes until the Annual Purge.

Kurt Anderson-Hummel was rushing home from his work at Vogue. He was desperate to get back to his partner, Blaine Anderson-Hummel, who was a primary school teacher. The streets of New York were hectic to say the least. When the Purge was legalised, Kurt lived in Bushwick which was one of the worst places to live. Luckily, he and Blaine were able to move before either of them got hurt. They now lived in a middle class apartment with middle class security.

As he passed through the streets of his old neighbourhood, Kurt noticed people wearing masks. Most of them were Halloween costume masks, intended to scare people. Kurt looked away hastily as the group, supposedly of men, looked up at him. The aura around them was sinister and Kurt knew they would be purging tonight. He could only imagine how many weapons they had on them at that moment.

It had become a strange tradition, mainly through out New York, that people would try and kill as many people as possible. These people tended to be homeless, poor, or homosexuals. They claimed it "Cleansed their souls," but Kurt knew better.

He was almost home now and so he fastened his pace. He reached his block of apartments and climbed the four flights of stairs up to his home. He passed one of his neighbours on the way. Santana was about the same age as Kurt and lived in an apartment just down the hall with her girlfriend, Brittany.

"Hey, Kurt." Santana stopped on the stairs to start up a conversation.

"Hey, Santana. Should you not be getting ready to lock up?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, no. I'm purging tonight." This took Kurt by surprise. Santana was feisty, he knew that, but she had always been against the Purge. And being a lesbian made her a target.

"I know, I know. But I'm sick of them pushing us around. It's time to stand up to them, Kurt. They've killed loads of people every year just because they're gay and I can't just sit and wait anymore. I'm meeting up with a big group of people now." Santana stated.

"Oh." Was all Kurt could say.

"You and Blaine are welcome to join." Santana said, her expression softening.

"We don't want to risk it." Santana nodded in understanding and moved in to hug Kurt.

"Stay safe." He whispered. She smiled before walking down the stairs. Sighing, Kurt unlocked the door to his apartment and called out for his husband.

"Blaine?" There was no response. Blaine was usually always home before Kurt. After checking in all the rooms, Kurt knew Blaine wasn't home. He pulled his phone out of his bag and dialled Blaine's number.

Fifty six minutes until the Annual Purge

Blaine's phone buzzed in his pocket, making him jump. His heart was racing as he sat in his car, stuck in traffic. He wouldn't usually answer his phone whilst driving but it didn't look like he'd be moving any time soon.

"Kurt?" He answered.

"Oh, Blaine. Where are you?" Kurt answered, his voice higher pitched then usual.

"I'm stuck in traffic, it's so busy." Kurt was silent for a minute.

"Will you make it back in time?" Kurt asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I don't know. But we can't stay at home tonight. I heard some of the parents at school and their planning something, Kurt. We're not safe." Blaine glanced to the gun that was laying on the seat next to him. There was two more at home, which Kurt didn't know about.

"What do you mean? We can't go out." Blaine could tell by the tone of his husbands voice that he was getting worked up.

"I have an old friend from school who lives down town. I've already rang him and he said we can stay with him." The traffic was starting to move, slowly, but it was moving.

Blaine could imagine Kurt now, pacing around the kitchen, running a hand through his hair stressfully.

"Okay." Kurt said at last.

"I need you to pack some stuff so we can go straight away. Pack some essentials; Clothes, tooth brushes. That kind of thing." Blaine could hear Kurt moving about already.

"Anything else?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. There's a crate at the bottom of our closet, hidden under some boxes. The code is 0917." Through the other end of the phone, Kurt was repeating the number and was followed by two clicks. There was a sudden intake of breath.

"Blaine!"

"Don't freak out-"

"Don't freak out? There's two guns in our closet."

"I know but it was just a precaution. And we might need them tonight." Kurt sighed and zipped up what Blaine assumed was a bag.

"I'm almost there. I'll be about five minutes."

Twenty nine minutes until the Annual Purge

Kurt was sat at the kitchen table, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. He almost screamed when the door flew open but he covered his mouth with his hand.

"Sorry." Blaine said. He rushed towards Kurt and embraced him, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Ready?" Kurt asked. He picked up the overnight bag and slung it over his shoulder. Grabbing each other's hand, the two locked up their apartment and ran down the steps and outside. The car was still running and as soon as Kurt had slammed his car door they were driving. Kurt chucked the bag onto the back seat where he noticed another gun. He looked over at Blaine in shock, who glanced at him quickly from the corner of his eyes.

"Were you ever going to tell me about them?" Kurt asked.

"Yes. But I knew you would freak out. And we need them, especially for the Purge."

"But we don't Purge, Blaine." Kurt said.

"I know that. But a lot of people do and they try to kill as many of us as possible." Blaine said. Kurt could tell the situation was angering him. His hands were tightening over the steering wheel.

All the streets were empty, which made Blaine drive even faster. They were almost on the main roads now, leading them away from the busiest parts of town.

"We're almost there, don't worry." Blaine said soothingly.

"We don't have long." Kurt whispered, checking the clock on the dash board.

"We'll be safe." Blaine replied.

Driving through the empty streets was unsettling. The car accelerated in desperation to get to safety as soon as possible.

"This is it." Blaine said, pulling up outside a large house. The door opened and a tall man with tanned skin ran up to the car. He was smiling but Kurt could see the worry in his eyes.

"You can park in the garage. There's a door inside, which leads to the kitchen. I'll meet you there." The man walked back into his house as Blaine drove up into the garage. The big metal doors shut slowly behind them, clanging on the metal floor. Blaine had the bag over his shoulder. The door the man had told them about opened and the man was stood there.

"Blaine! It's good to see you." The man welcomed him with open arms and Blaine hugged him, a huge smile spreading across his face.

"And you must be Kurt? I'm David" He extended his hand and was smiling at him.

"That's me." Kurt shook his hand.

"David's a really good friend from school. I've told you about him before." Blaine was smiling.

"Wes is through here." David brought them through to the living room, which was almost the same size as their whole apartment.

"Blaine!" Someone shouted before Kurt had a chance to look up. Wes, Kurt assumed, was almost tackling Blaine to the ground. Laughing, Blaine introduced them.

"Kurt, this is Wes. Wes, this is Kurt, My husband." Blaine smiled.

"It's great to meet you." Wes shook Kurt's hand.

"Blaine, Kurt, this is my wife, Beth." The woman who took Wes' hand was beautiful, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

"It's nice to meet you both. Wes has told me so much about you, Blaine." She smiled in Blaine's direction. Another woman with dark skin entered the room, looking chirpy. She had amazing long, flowing black curls with hints of blonde.

"Hey. You must be Kurt and Blaine? I'm Nikki, David's fiancée." She hugged the two of them lovingly.

"I'm going to put on the security, I'll just be a minute." David said before departing.

"Can I get anyone anything? A drink perhaps?" Nikki asked. Every one politely declined. Kurt was too worried to eat or drink. It was like this every year. He was too sick to eat or drink or even sleep. We would stay up all night, hearing the gun shots and screaming out side. There was always the risk that someone would try and break in, and their security system wasn't amazing.

Blaine jumped when a loud metal screeching sound rang throughout the house. Metal boards were slowly covering the windows and doors, locking into place.

David returned promptly after.

"The broadcast should start any moment now." He said gravely. No one seemed to notice to fear in his eyes or the tone of his voice. In fact, Nikki and Wes didn't even seem fazed about the upcoming events.

The sixty inch TV turned on as Nikki and David, along with Wes and Beth, sat down. Kurt and Blaine followed, holding each others hands.

"This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing
the commencement of the Annual Purge
sanctioned by the U.S Government.

Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorised for
use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted.

Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted
immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed.

Commencing at the siren, any and all crime,
including murder, will be legal or 12 continuous hours.

Police, fire and emergency medical services
will be unavailable until morning at 7:00 a.m.
when the Purge concludes.

Blessed by our new founding fathers
and America.

A nation reborn.

May god be with you all."

And then a siren wailed, piercing the intense silence. Kurt clutched at Blaine's hand a little tighter. Out of the corner of his eye, Kurt saw David tense.

"I'm going to go and get us something to eat. Someone pick something to watch on TV." Kurt was shocked as to how normal everyone was acting. He could imagine the chaos happening through out America, all the people that were already dead. Nikki and Beth were laughing in the kitchen whilst David, Wes and Blaine were catching up. Kurt zoned in and out of the conversation but nothing really caught his attention.

He remembered a conversation he had with his dad, Burt, a couple of days ago over the phone.

"New York is a dangerous place, especially during the Purge. You can't trust anyone. You and Blaine stay inside, away from people. Promise me that."

Kurt had promised. But Blaine trusted these people, which meant Kurt trusted them. He would call his dad soon and make sure he was safe back in Lima, Ohio.

A scream brought Kurt out of his reverie. It was Nikki and Beth who had screamed. A gunshot had fired outside and had shocked them. The two woman came into the living room and sat down with their partners. The Purge had sunk in for them and their high spirits were drained.

"We'll be safe in here. We've got the highest security, no one can get in." David reassured every one. But it did not comfort him as another scream sounded outside. No one spoke and no one could make eye contact. It was going to be a long night.

Author's Notes:

Just a warning for this story; contains violence, angst, and bad language.

Disclaimer; I do not own Glee, or any of the characters portrayed in this FanFiction (so far.) I do not own The Purge/The Purge:Anarchy. All credit goes to the directors of the show/movies(s).

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