Hellooooo!
This is one of those fanfics that no one can see in the actual show and that is why I am writing it :) It's a bit different, I think, from most... At least I hope it is.
Warnings: blood, possibly, some language in the later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee (or any other show I might mention later...)
"Dude, you should really be in bed," Blaine said. It was Friday and he and Kurt were in the library that was empty safe for a couple of freshmen that sat in the corner.
"No, I can't yet. I have to finish this, it's due Monday and if I don't finish it now then I'll think about it all weekend and I won't be able to relax..."
"Kurt, you look like you could fall asleep right there!"
"I'll go to bed as soon as I'm done. It won't take long, okay? Seriously," Kurt said when Blaine put his hand on his forehead. "It's just a little cold, people get them all the time!"
"You're burning up."
"I'll be fine, Blaine. Stop worrying."
"Can't. You're my boyfriend, I'm supposed to worry about you."
"You're neglecting your own homework."
"I'll do it once you're tucked in and fast asleep."
Kurt couldn't help but think Blaine was being really cute. But even though he knew stressing over a French essay probably wasn't the best thing to do right, if he didn't finish it now then he would never get it done by Monday afternoon. "Blaine, I..."
"I'll write it for you if that's what it takes," Blaine cut Kurt off.
"You're being really sweet but we both know I'm better in French than you." He was going to finish this. The fact that his eyes were so blurry he could barely see what he was writing didn't matter. He was stubborn enough to push through an insignificant detail like that.
"Kurt, really..."
"Blaine, really, I love you but..."
"Don't move!" Both Blaine and Kurt turned to look at the library door. Their eyes widened. "All of you just stay where you are and no one gets hurt."
"Quinn, turn on the TV. Now!"
"What's wrong, Mercedes? Why are you so scared?"
"Just turn on the news!"
… "Oh my God...!"
"I know!"
"Do you think Finn knows?"
"I don't know... I mean, shouldn't the police inform..."
"Hold on, Sam's calling, I'm putting you on conference."
"Have you seen the news?"
"Just watching."
"Looks pretty serious, do you think he's okay?"
"Hey! No coward with a gun is going to bring down my boy! I'm sure he's telling that idiot that his hair is awful right now!"
He should really have a haircut... Scratch that, he should just shave his head.
Kurt was leaning heavily on Blaine and tried to keep his tired eyes open. The guy who had barged in the library had moved all four of them to sit against the wall furthest away from all the windows and it turned out that moving even that distance was almost enough to knock Kurt into peaceful oblivion. He forced himself to stay awake, though. He couldn't stand the idea of knowing what was going on. Not that he really did even now but at least he could feel Blaine next to him, felt his chest moving and heard – yes, heard – his heart thumping.
The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of steps outside the library. Even in his exhausted mind, Kurt knew the school was being evacuated. No one had tried to come in the library yet or contacted the guy holding them hostage. They were probably waiting for the authorities... Kurt had watched a lot of cop shows with his dad. As soon as the police arrived, everything would be fine. Someone would heroically save the day by jumping through the window and knocking the gun out of the criminals hands.
A small smile appeared on Kurt's face as the thought of Blaine in a shining armor and on a white horse entered his mind.
"What the HELL are you smiling about?"
Kurt felt the hold around him tighten. "He's sick, he's got a high fever, I don't think he's really awake."
Blaine's voice lacked its usually so calm quality. This made Kurt frown and focus his eyes enough to see that the guy was pointing directly at his face.
Funny how he didn't feel more scared.
"Are you another homophobe?" he asked, his voice slurred.
"Kurt, be quiet."
"You should listen to your boyfriend, baby-face, if you don't want your perfect skin to be ruined by a hole right between your pretty, blue eyes."
"Oh, that wouldn't look good at all. Even worse than a slushie facial, don't you think so, Blaine?"
"Please, Kurt, shush!"
They all jumped when the guy fired the gun, hitting the wall a couple of feet above their heads. The younger boys whimpered and tried to become as small as possible.
"Drama queen..." Kurt muttered but quietly enough so that only Blaine heard. He rested his head on his boyfriend's shoulder and sighed, willing the forming headache to go away. He was a little more scared now.
"Can't you go any faster?"
"We won't get there at all if we're pulled over!"
"Does anyone know where Finn is?"
"He said he's going there with Mr. Hummel and his mom. Rachel's with them, too."
...Dean Tobes, a former student of Dalton Academy, has locked himself in the library with four students. A couple of eyewitnesses said that he at least claimed to be looking for an old teacher of his, who, according to the faculty, retired last year. Tobes doesn't have a cri... Wait. This just in, a gunshot has been heard. The police is sending people to try and find out if anyone is hurt..."
"Watch the road, Sam!"
"This is bad, what if he..."
"Don't even go there, Tina. Kurt is fine. He has to be. He's Kurt."
"Mercedes is right. We have to stay positive. But seriously, who cared about the cops, step on it!"
"Quinn, we already have more people in this car than we should, I really think that..."
"Oh, that is it, let me drive!"
"Santana, you can't do that, ouch, stop it, we're in the middle of a..."
"Mr. Tobes, your old teacher is no longer a teacher here, he is retired," a calm voice said through the door. "Just tell us if anyone is hurt."
"Call him and get him here!" Tobes screamed. Kurt could see the red and blue lights from the corner of his eye.
"He lives in California now, it will take too..."
"I don't care! No one is leaving until he's here!"
Dean Tobes. What a stupid name, Kurt thought. His last name sounded like it was the nickname of a dog called name Toby. This guy would never be a star. His name wouldn't allow it. Maybe if he changed it. He could become one of those stars without a last name. Like Madonna. Or make a new name for himself like Lady Gaga.
"Kurt?"
"Mm...?"
"How are you feeling?"
Blaine's voice was so soft and velvety. It always made something warm spread in Kurt's stomach. "I love your voice," was his quiet answer. He made a sound to protest when the shoulder disappeared from under his head. He felt a finger under his jaw and suddenly he was looking directly into the worried eyes of Blaine.
"Do you feel cold?"
"...yeah? And hot. I don't know..."
"Mr. Tobes, why don't you let the kids out? We can discuss this..."
"No! I want that bastard here or these kids die! I swear, I don't care what happens to me, I have nothing to lose..."
"Please!" Blaine suddenly said. "Please, my friend needs to get out of here, his fever is getting worse!"
"I told you to be quiet!" Tobes yelled, pointing the gun at them again. Kurt flinched at the harsh voice as it did nothing but worsen his headache. When Blaine's words sank in, he suddenly felt a jolt of fear go through him.
"No, Blaine, I don't wanna leave you..." he whispered. "I'm fine. I am. I promise!" Blaine looked at him but didn't say anything. He gathered the younger boy into his arms and rested his jaw on the top of his head. "I don't wanna leave you," Kurt repeated.
"Shh, baby..." Blaine said. "I'm right here."
Tobes was pacing back and forth the room, staying away from the windows. He kept putting his hand through his hair which, in Kurt's opinion, just made it look worse. The freshmen were whispering to each other so quietly that not even Kurt or Blaine could hear what they were saying. Tobes didn't seem to care about them. Maybe they were quiet enough.
"I really can't stay..." Kurt sang so quietly that it was as if his jaw was moving but no words came out. Blaine heard him though. Kurt could picture the tiny smile on his boyfriend's face as he sang the next line.
"But baby, it's cold outside."
It wasn't really. It was May. And yet, Kurt felt himself shivering. "I've got to go away..."
"But baby, it's cold outside." Blaine's lips moved against his head. Kurt closed his eyes, trying to imagine that they were somewhere far away from here, maybe in New York, cuddling in the audience of Billy Elliot.
"We're gonna be fine, Kurt, I swear."
Kurt nodded.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but a good friend of ours is one of the hostages in Dalton, we have to get there!"
"He's brother is our friend also, we have to be there for him!"
"We'll slow down, just please, please... Let us go!"
"We'll bring you cupcakes if you do..."
"Someone keep her quiet!"
"Officer... I know this looks bad, I know there is too many of us but we're just really worried. A gun was fired in there, he could be..."
"Alright, alright! You can go but a couple of you is going to have to ride with me."
"I'll go. I always wanted to be in a police car. I think the lights are pretty."
"Yeah, she can go with you."
"I'll go with her, someone just help me get my chair from the back..."
"Can you go really fast, though, sir, we all really love Kurt."
The room was completely quiet. The police had informed Tobes that the teacher he was looking for was actually visiting his family in Ohio but it would still take him a few hours to get there. Kurt sure hoped they weren't lying. And if they were, he hoped they had some wicked plan.
Again, the image of his Prince Blaine came to his mind. Too bad that Prince Blaine was just as much in distress as him.
His eyelids felt so heavy they could have been made of led. "Keep me awake," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Keep me awake, talk to me. I don't want to fall asleep. I don't wanna leave you alone..."
"Kurt, it's fine, you're sick."
"No, Blaine, I told you, I don't wanna leave you. Don't let me fall asleep, please. Just keep talking to me..."
He sounded more healthy and well... sane now that he was borderline desperate. He was pleading with his eyes which usually worked when he wanted Blaine to stay in his room for a few more minutes or the last bite of the shared dessert. Blaine looked back to him with an expression that told Kurt he had already won this one.
"Alright, calm down. I'll keep you awake. I'll keep you with me."
"Thank you," Kurt breathed, relaxing against Blaine again and for an reply Blaine kissed the top of his head.
Tobes just kept pacing.
TBC
So here is the first part, hope you liked it.
The two other chapters WILL BE LONGER!
Sorry for the possible typos.
Drop a word if you feel like it :) See ya again soon!