A/N: Based off of a random, Tumblr-induced need for a Holocaust!au, angst-filled fic. Basically, an excerpt from a full-length fic I'll never finish. Nazi!Kurt/prisoner!Blaine.
Breathe In Safety (excerpt)
"Kurt?" The sound is harsh against the still, black air, and Blaine almost regrets calling out in the first place until —
"Are you insane?" A pair of strong arms pulls him behind the watch tower and he'd be afraid if they weren't so familiar. Because when he squints and makes out the form through the darkness, he can see it's Kurt — his Kurt, glaring at him. "Are you trying to get us both killed?"
Out of a practiced nervous habit, Blaine goes to run his fingers through his hair before he remembers, again, that it's not there. "I'm sorry," he says softly, "I just wanted to see you before — it's — tomorrow's the day, Kurt."
Kurt's face flickers with recognition, and then disgust, and finally horror in a matter of two seconds. "Blaine, what — you can't, what are you thinking? They'll find you. They'll make me find you, Blaine, I can't do that."
"Well I can't do this!" Blaine responds roughly, gesturing grandly around them. "They have my sister here now. My sister. She's eleven years old, Kurt. She's — she's so afraid and so alone and I can't do this. I've already planned it out with the guys and —"
"I love you," Kurt offers softly, lifting his hand to brush the tears spilling down Blaine's cheeks.
Blaine catches Kurt's hand and holds it against his temple for a moment, closing his eyes. "I love you, too," he whispers, opening his eyes again, "but you understand, don't you? Tell me you understand. This — what's happening — it won't last forever, it can't."
"I know," Kurt responds, his voice thick with emotion. "I know."
"I'm leaving tomorrow night with my family. We're escaping, but when this is all over — I'll find you." They hear a twig snap in half some twenty feet away and both freeze. Blaine meets Kurt's eyes frantically.
"Go," Kurt urges, "do what's right. I'll look for you forever."