(A/N: I know nothing about hockey so please don't heckle me, it's just serving the purpose of the storyline)
Kurt
The entire audience was frozen for an entire moment as the hockey puck slid beneath the goalie's shin guard and into the goal.
Their team had won.
Kurt had never really been into hockey before, but his dad had gotten tickets and invited Blaine and Finn, and Blaine had wanted Kurt to go so badly and he had looked so excited with those puppy dog eyes that Kurt just couldn't say no to him.
So they'd gone to a pretty large game in Columbus, the Columbus Blue Jackets vs the Detroit Red Wings. The Red Wings were the favorite to win, according to Blaine, they were the best team in their division.
Except Detroit hadn't won.
Columbus had.
It was then that Kurt realized, looking around in that time frozen moment between when the goal was shot and when people realized the game was over and Columbus had won, that there was an awful lot of red jerseys around him. More people had come to support Detroit, even though it was an away game, than had come to support Columbus, because nobody had expected Columbus to win.
Kurt looked over to his left and saw Blaine, Finn, and his dad, all with shocked faces. Apparently winning this game would put Columbus' team in a good spot to get into the Superbowl, or whatever they called the big final game in hockey.
The frozen moment ended and sheer noise erupted from the stands: Screams of protest from the Detroit fans.
And then there was movement. Fighting. Fighting between the Detroit fans and the Columbus fans, fights between Detroit fans, fighting everywhere in the stands.
Blaine pulled at Kurt's hand, pulling him from his seat and down the aisle. Burt and Finn were ahead of them, racing down the walkway to the stairs.
"Blaine!" He screamed over the roar of the fighting, "What's going on?"
"Colombus wasn't supposed to win!" Blaine shouted as they ran down the stairs and into the hallway where the vendors were. "The Detroit fans are super pissed and I think they might-"
Blaine was cut off as a sea of red jerseys exploded from the doors to their left and right, all turning right to head for the exit, which was around the arena from them. Kurt froze at the looks of extreme anger on their faces. Many were still fighting, some were running to get away, but the destructive tide of people was approaching them from the left and was still pouring out the doors to their right.
"We've got to go, it's the only way out!" Blaine pulled Kurt under his arm and they ran into the sea of people to their right, which his dad and Finn had already disappeared into.
As soon as they entered the crowd, Kurt regretted ever coming to the game in the first place. They were pushed and pummeled from every side. People had fallen and were being trampled. Hands grabbed at them and disappeared and Kurt realized they were in the middle of madness. People were fighting just to fight and there were no allies, everyone was an enemy. Blaine nearly tripped over someone who had fallen and his arm slipped from around Kurt's shoulder. Kurt was grabbed forcefully by someone behind him and pulled away from Blaine. Kurt reached for Blaine's hand as Blaine looked up to see where Kurt had gone but their fingers slipped through each other's and Blaine was out of his sight.
"BLAINE!" Kurt screamed as hands pushed and hit him from every direction, trying to find Blaine again through the crowd. "BLAINE!"
There was no way Blaine could hear him over the screams of the rioters, and Kurt had to eventually give up on trying to find him inside, his body too battered to try and resist against the people going the opposite way for very long. He hurried as much as he could towards the exit with the other rioters, throwing his arms over his neck to shield from the punches that were landing there as he tried to make himself a small of a target as possible. He was going to be black and blue the next morning, no doubt, and he winced as someone punched him particularly hard in the ribs.
Tears streamed down Kurt's face and he prayed that Blaine would be okay too, and that they would be able to find each other soon.
Finally the group of rioters reached the doors to the outside and there was a huge bottleneck to get out the doors but outside the riot was even worse because everyone was in a place all together where they could be violent. Kurt's foot caught on part of the door as someone pushed him particularly roughly and he went sprawling. He skinned his forearms on the ground trying to stop himself from falling but before he could get back up people were tripping over him, kicking him in the ribs and head.
Kurt forced himself to his feet and ran. The street was filled with rioters and Kurt wasn't sure which way to go, which way was safe.
"KURT!" All of a sudden Blaine was there beside him and Kurt was crying tears of relief, holding onto his boyfriend for dear life as they tried to push their way out of the crowd.
Out of the corner of his eye Kurt saw a large black mass headed towards the crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. Riot Police. Hopefully they could restore some order.
Kurt pulled Blaine towards the approaching policemen and they had almost reached them when someone stepped hard onto the back of Kurt's left leg, forcing him to his knees as his ankle twisted badly. Pain shot up his leg from his ankle and where the person had stamped on his leg but he got up again, determined to make it past that approaching line of policemen where they could hopefully find safety.
"ALMOST THERE, KURT, HANG ON!" Blaine yelled in his ear.
All of a sudden they were there, the policemen were in front of them holding large plastic shields and it was like being hit by a moving wall and Kurt was shoved and pushed and hit and then he was on the ground and it was over. They'd made it out of the riot and the sky and the air was clear around them. Kurt was flat on his back on the ground and everything hurt so bad.
Blaine was half kneeling and half laying down over him, at the same time trying to protect Kurt and stop Kurt's hysterical sobs.
Pain radiated up Kurt's left leg and he cried out in pain as Blaine nudged it by accident, hands fluttering all over, trying to figure out what was going on.
"What is it?" Blaine cried helplessly. Kurt knew Blaine hated seeing him in pain and it must be hurting Blaine to see Kurt hurting.
"It hurts, Blaine." He gasped, trying to catch his breath, "God, it hurts so bad."
"Where?" Blaine took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"Everywhere," Kurt was gasping for air. He couldn't fill his lungs all the way and he was so, so cold. He knew he was going into shock but there was nothing he could do as the world seemed to spin around him and Blaine.
Blaine was stretched over him, protecting anyone from stepping on Kurt even though the rioters were gone, and trying to keep Kurt warm. Kurt could feel the warmth of Blaine's body on top of his but it didn't seem to be penetrating his skin.
"Kurt, I need you to calm down, love. Please." Blaine said softly, one warm hand curling around to support Kurt's neck. His hands felt so warm to Kurt's cold skin, but little black dots were swimming in front of Kurt's eyes.
All of a sudden, Blaine's lips were on his and Blaine was kissing him. The rest of the world melted away and it was just the two of them. There was no hockey game, no riot, no pain thrumming through his body, just the two of them in this moment where he loved Blaine and Blaine loved him and warmth spread through Kurt's chest. Blaine's thumbs wiped away the tears from Kurt's cheeks and Kurt finally felt like Kurt again.
Blaine pulled away and looked down at him warmly, with love and concern in his eyes.
Kurt took a real, deep breath for the first time and noticed that the world was no longer spinning. He no longer felt as if he was on the verge of passing out. He could hear the riot continuing in the distance again. He was sore but he was okay. The pain in his leg was sharp but not bad enough to go to the hospital.
"Is he okay?" A policeman touched Blaine's shoulder and Blaine looked up at him, "Do you need an ambulance?"
"He's okay," Blaine told him as he looked down at Kurt. Kurt smiled. Only Blaine could know him and his expressions well enough to know how he was truly doing. The policeman walked away.
"Can you sit up for me?" Blaine asked him softly as he put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, ready to help him up if he needed it.
Kurt pushed himself into a sitting position and Blaine wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"Hey," He smiled at Kurt, his golden eyes shining with care. "Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded. "I think I'm going to be black and blue all over tomorrow, and I think I sprained my ankle, but I'll be fine." He looked around, surveying the mess that the rioters had made of the street.
"Do you want to try and walk on it or do you want me to carry you back to the car?" Blaine asked him.
"Let me try to walk. My dad will have another heart attack if he thinks I'm hurt enough that you're carrying me."
Blaine pulled one of Kurt's arms over his shoulder and grabbed around Kurt's back to support him as Kurt pushed himself to his feet on his good leg. Kurt put his left foot on the ground gingerly, trying to gauge if he could put any weight on it. Pain shot up his leg and he picked it up again, clenching his teeth and sucking in a sharp breath to keep from crying out.
Blaine bent down and tucked his arm that wasn't around Kurt's shoulder underneath his knees, picking him up bridal style.
"Blaine!" He said in shock, "Let me down! I'm okay, I'll walk."
"I've got you." Blaine said, and the way he said it made Kurt react instantly. He leaned his head into Blaine's chest comfortably.
"Thank you," Kurt said softly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Blaine told him as he walked into the parking garage on the opposite side of the street. "When you got taken away, I was so worried I wasn't going to be able to find you again, that you were going to get hurt or kidnapped and I wasn't able to do anything to stop it."
"I'm okay, and I was really worried about you too." Kurt told him as Blaine pushed the button for an elevator.
The light dinged and the elevator doors opened to an empty elevator. Blaine walked in and pushed the button for the 7th floor.
As soon as the doors closed, Kurt pulled Blaine down to kiss him again, sweetly and passionately.
"If your dad will let me sleep in your room tonight, I'll kiss each and every bruise better for you, I promise." Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's forehead.
"I don't think that's how it works but I'm going to pretend I don't know that." Kurt whispered back.
The elevator doors opened and Blaine walked out, turning to his left to see Burt and Finn waiting by Burt's car, which they had all driven to the game in.
"KURT!" Burt moved towards the two of him, "Is he okay?"
"I'm fine, dad." Kurt motioned for Blaine to let him down and Blaine did. "I just sprained my ankle. I'll put some ice on it when we get home."
They all got into Burt's car, Finn riding shotgun and Kurt and Blaine riding in the back. Kurt curled into Blaine's side as they left the parking garage and was asleep before they made it to the bottom floor.
A/N: I have a second chapter planned where they see their picture on the news and Blaine makes good on his promise, but I won't post unless someone is interested so let me know!
