Rule Thirty-Two: Enjoy The Little Things

"Blaine Anderson, are you drooling on me?" Kurt accused, turning in the chair at his vanity. His eyes widened and he screamed at what he saw, gasping when the figure before him was suddenly smacked to the ground.

"Stay away from my boyfriend," Blaine said from behind him, breathing heavily and holding a baseball bat in his hands. He looked at Kurt with wide eyes before slamming the bedroom door shut and locking it.

"What the hell was that?" Kurt asked with his eyes wide with fear.

"I'm not sure," Blaine said, swallowing thickly. "But it looked a lot like Finn. Except it also looked a lot like those zombies I see when I play Call Of Duty Black Ops with Finn."

Kurt scrunched up his face in distaste. "You play that game—"

"Not the point," Blaine laughed nervously. "The point is… I think Finn is a zombie and—holy crap!" he exclaimed before hitting a zombie-ified Finn in the face again with the bat. The flesh-hungry monster had started reaching for Kurt's ankles. Kurt looked away as Blaine hit the zombie over and over again. "According to Zombieland, you always double tap."

"You're such a nerd," Kurt snorted, but he almost barfed when he saw Finn's battered body—it's not really Finn, he reminded himself—on the ground.

"The proper term is geek, I believe," Blaine corrected, dropping the weapon and going to the bathroom to wash his hands.

"Holy crap, my brother is a zombie," he heard Kurt mutter in disbelief. He walked out of the bathroom after drying his now-clean hands and he looked at Kurt. Kurt looked up at him. "Do you think there are more of them?"

"I think it's likely," Blaine nodded, wrapping his arms around Kurt when the boy threw his arms around Blaine's neck.

"I'm scared, Blaine," he murmured. Then Blaine could feel Kurt's salty tears against his cheek. "What if my dad is a… a zombie?" he whispered, sounding terrified. "I can't lose him," he said, his voice breaking.

"I don't know," Blaine admitted. "I'm scared, too, but all we can do now is try to survive. At least you didn't get bitten."

"Yeah," Kurt agreed softly, clinging to Blaine. "Where are we gonna go?"

"I think for now, it's safest to stay here," Blaine said. "You just went shopping yesterday, so we're stocked up for at least a month or two as far as food. And I practically live here most of the time, anyway, so I've got my stuff here. And you don't have a back door, so that's one less entrance we have to worry about."

"Okay," Kurt nodded. "A-Alright, I think we need to go lock all the doors and windows. Finn was supposed to be at Puck's today, as far as I know, so the door is probably open." Their eyes met, both as wide as saucers, and they both dashed downstairs and closed the front door, locking it and checking to make sure they were alone in the house. They were. Then they locked every other entrance and exit in the house, including windows, and put the curtains over every window.

"I love you," Blaine murmured once they were back in Kurt's room, embracing each other again as they sat on the bed.

"Blaine, don't," Kurt demanded. "Don't start saying things like that out of nowhere because it makes it sound like you're giving up and this is just your last chance to say it—"

"Kurt, I really do love you," Blaine said more firmly, squeezing Kurt's shaking body in his arms. "I've been trying to figure out how to tell you, but this seemed like as good a time as any."

"I love you, too, just so you know," Kurt whispered, hugging Blaine's waist and leaning into his warmth. "I love you, Blaine."

"I love you, too, Kurt," Blaine smiled. He smiled because he could. Because Kurt loved him. Because he didn't know when he'd have another chance to smile for real if this was actually a zombie apocalypse. Because he couldn't do anything besides smile when he was holding Kurt in his arms.

When you just might lose everything, you have to enjoy the little things.

A/N: Sweet, a zombie AU, just because I can! And I was thinking of zombies the other day so this seemed like a good idea. Let me know if you want more little snippets of a zombie Klaine story :) I'm happy to write lots of one shots, but I don't want to write a whole multi-chapter story about zombies because that will be a little tedious with all the constant running and traveling. Anyways, hope you enjoyed.

P.S. Give me prompts based off of any of the ZOMBIELAND rules if you want. That sounds like a fun writing exercise!

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