I'm not exactly sure how to classify this fic. It's not a crossover per se (although some characters from other fandoms do get mentioned and drop in briefly), but I will probably end up writing more fics of the same event, featuring characters from many of the other shows that I watch. I may have bitten off more than I can chew, but after what happened in Arizona I can't get this nightmare possibility out of my head.

I don't own Glee. Frankly, if I ever see Ryan Murphy posting stories as crazy as mine online, I'm going to start worrying.

Diaspora, Book One: From Our Hiding Places, We Sing Songs of Deliverance

By BigDestiny

This New Year's Eve was shaping up to be the best night of Kurt Hummel's life.

The Dalton Academy ballroom was an oasis of sophisticated charm that Kurt could have never imagined could exist in the middle of Ohio. Crisp tuxedoes, elegant ball gowns (Kurt couldn't believe how many women an all-boys school could acquire on such short notice); the evening would have been perfect even before the laptop and cluster of students that Kurt was a part of.

When the clock struck twelve, gay marriage would finally be a reality.

Kurt had just watched, via pod cast, the President of the United States sign the bill into law. There had been the usual ugly comments on line, and the Catholic Church was practically apoplectic, but for the most part the general public considered it a non-issue. For the first time in his entire life, Kurt actually felt like he belonged.

"Kurt? Would you like to celebrate the future with a dance?" Kurt looked up at Blaine and his breath caught. Blaine looked even more heart stopping than usual, his vintage 1920 tuxedo making him look like a silver screen star.

Blaine had been taking Kurt's breath away a lot the last few days. Ever since they'd returned to school for the party, their relationship had accelerated. They were still friends, still platonic. But Blaine was openly courting him now. Bringing Kurt coffee, making plans that involved just the two of them, and now asking him to dance. Kurt smiled broadly. "I'd love to."

It was an amazing sensation. Not only dancing with a man he loved, but knowing that they were whirling around the ball room and the only people who even noticed were the ones that were excited to finally see it happen. Kurt was actually a little taller than Blaine, which left him unable to rest his head on Blaine's shoulder but somehow it didn't matter. The realization that Kurt would likely be kissing Blaine at midnight left him light-headed.

Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, and he looked just as euphoric at Kurt was. "You look amazing tonight, Kurt." Kurt was, for probably the first time in his life, not entirely convinced he was the best dressed in the room. He'd ended up not in one of his more elaborate outfits, but in simple White Tie. Kurt had dressed it up with a silk scarf, opera cloak, and the medal he'd received for the Cheerios' Nationals win (which was the whole reason Mercedes had managed to convince him into this outfit), but Kurt felt hopelessly plain. However Blaine was happy, and intrigued by the fact that Kurt had at one point been a cheerleader, and that made the outfit a success in Kurt's eyes. "But then you always do."

"Thank you," Kurt breathed. "You look incredible out of uniform." Was that? No, that wasn't accidentally smutty sounding, as much as Kurt was wanting to know what Blaine looked like 'out of uniform'. Kurt smiled , his relief that he wasn't making a fool of himself making him look even more amazing.

"It's not too much?" Blaine asked.

"You're asking me?" They both laughed at Kurt's tease. Despite the uniforms they wore, he was already known at Dalton by the playful moniker of 'Mr. Gaga'. In fact several boys had already expressed their disappointment that Kurt wasn't wearing something more outlandish.

Blaine brushed a strand of hair off of Kurt's forehead (Kurt wasn't sure how he hadn't even noticed it) and suddenly seemed unable to move his hand back. It stayed next to Kurt's face, Blaine's fingers stroking Kurt's cheek, his eyes utterly transfixed by Kurt's mouth.

Kurt's heart almost stopped when Blaine pulled Kurt off the dance floor and out onto the terrace outside. The terrace was heated, but no one was out there. Kurt's smile was almost painfully wide; he wondered if Blaine's mouth felt the same. Blaine was definitely smiling as much as Kurt was. But instead of kissing Kurt, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and said, "I have something very important that I need to remind you."

Remind? Kurt was totally lost, and not really wanting to track his way back from thinking Blaine was going to kiss him in order to figure out where he was. Kurt briefly wondered if Blaine had already confessed that he felt the same way that Kurt did, but came up blank. "What have I forgotten?" Kurt asked, confused.

"I'm sure you haven't forgotten," Blaine told him, "how important your next kiss is. After what happened with that guy at your old school, it's really important to me that the next time you kiss someone, it's because you've chosen to kiss them."

Kurt could feel himself tense up, and tried to stop it. It SOUNDED like Blaine was telling him that it was up to Kurt if they were ever going to kiss. That SUCKED. "That's very gallant of you." Gallant, and SUCKY!

Blaine grinned at Kurt, clearly seeing how nervous Kurt suddenly was. "I know, it's a lot of pressure." And Blaine's hand was once again on Kurt's face. Just touching. "I really, REALLY want you to kiss me. In face, I don't even want to wait until midnight. So I was wondering if it might expedite matters if you knew that any kisses you gave me right now would be enthusiastically returned."

Even if Kurt hadn't wanted to kiss Blaine, he wasn't sure that he could have resisted such a charmingly worded plea. Kurt leaned forward until their noses were touching, matching Blaine's hand with his own (and just one; depending how this went, he wanted to have a hand in reserve for later).

Blaine closed his eyes, but didn't move. The grin on his face seemed even wider.

Kurt took a second to decide, then tilted his head to the left. He closed his eyes, too.

"Okay, break it the fuck up. I don't want to see you two freaks sucking face."

Kurt spun around to face the intruder, automatically noting, "If you're waiting for me to care what you think, you're going to be sorely disappointed." Just like he would if he'd been at McKinley Then his brain caught up to him. He was at Dalton. No one here should be talking like that.

And sure as hell no one should be pointing a gun at him.

Kurt found himself pulled back as Blaine placed himself in front of the man with the gun. "Whoa. What's going on here?"

"You're going to keep quiet and come with us," the man stated. Kurt looked behind the man to see two others, similarly armed. "If you call out to anyone, you're still going to come with us. But anyone that hears you is going to stay here with a bullet in them."

Kurt and Blaine shared a stunned look. "Look, if this is about money, we don't have to involve him," Blaine told them. "I can tie Kurt up in my dorm room. No one will find him until morning, I promise."

"Oh, but Mr. Hummel is the reason we're here in the first place."

"What?" Kurt was completely confused. Although his family was fairly well off, enough for them to afford to send Kurt to Dalton, they were hardly wealthy.

"You should be more careful who you complain to when you're having boy troubles," the man (their kidnapper?) told him. "No idea who might be going through your records."

They were kidnapping him based on the thing with Karofsky? "Okay, then. Same deal, only I tie Blaine up. You don't want to piss his family off. You'll end up worse than dead." Kurt realized as he said it that it was probably a mistake to mention Blaine's family. Blaine was a much more valuable hostage if these guys knew his mother was a Vanderbilt, but it was too late now.

And it didn't seem to matter anyways. "Oh, we wouldn't want you to be lonely," the man laughed at him. "Put them in the van."

Kurt and Blaine were hauled towards a moving van. After being frisked and deprived of their cell phones, they were tossed in the back and the door shut. Blaine went immediately back to the door, but as the van started moving, Blaine huffed anxiously. "There's no handle to open the door. Damnit."

"I don't think I've ever heard you swear before. It's not filling me with reassurance." Oddly enough, Kurt wasn't upset. It was like there was a cold spot in the center of his head that was keeping him from believing this was actually happening.

Blaine hurried over to where Kurt was standing, arms across his chest, and hugged him. "Sorry. I'm not being a very good mentor, am I?"

Blaine's self derogatory push-down of his emotions made Kurt wince. "No. No, you don't have to do that. You don't have to be brave for me. I'm sorry, it was a bad joke." He turned to Blaine, anxious but glad they were in this together. "This is insane."

"Yeah." Blaine had his head down, and was stroking Kurt's hair in an apparent effort to calm himself. "But we both need to keep level heads if we're going to get out of here."

Kurt nodded as he turned back to the door. He'd thought it was odd that there was no handle at all, but as he got closer he could see that the handle that ought to be on the back of the door had been removed. "My dad got an order in to do maintenance on some vans like this one. I think I know how to get the door open without the handle."

"Really?" Blaine asked, surprised. "Why don't you tell me about your hidden mechanical abilities while you get the door open?" He looked scared, but was putting on a brave front that was remarkably similar to how he usually acted. It made Kurt wonder just how often Blaine got scared like this.

Kurt lay down on his side while he reached under the door latch. His tail coat was no doubt getting filthy, but if he took it off, the white waistcoat underneath would be getting dirty and he was sure that THAT would never come clean if it did. "Not much to say, really. You know my dad owns a garage."

"Your dad," Blaine reminded. "Not you."

"It's about the only thing I have in common with my dad," Kurt replied. "And I really do like seeing how everything fits together. The parts… they're all different, but you need all of them to make the engine work."

Blaine nodded, this insight into Kurt's psyche seemed to be calming him. "Kind of like you and your dad?"

"I guess." Kurt smiled to himself. "I need to send Mercedes a thank you note."

The change of conversation had Blaine confused. "What for?"

Kurt pulled the medal off of his chest. "I need something to get to the latch. I wouldn't be wearing this if it weren't for her."

"I'll send her one, too. Hell, I'll send one to the judges that gave you that medal in the first place."

Kurt laughed. "That would be something they don't get often. 'Thanks for the medal. We used it to escape from kidnappers.'" And just like that, the door cracked open.

Kurt opened the door another foot; any more and the kidnappers might notice it. He winced as the roar of the truck and passing air multiplied a dozen times. "We've got to get out before we hit the highway. There's no way we can get out if we're going that fast."

Blaine leaned down to look out the back. To Kurt's surprise, Blaine grinned. "I think I know where we are. We should be coming up to the highway in a couple of minutes. If we stay in the blind spot behind the truck, we should be able to make it to the ditch when they turn, and they won't see us get out."

Kurt smiled back. "That sounds much better than jumping out of a moving vehicle."

A few moment later, the truck started to slow down. "Are you ready?" Blaine asked.

"Ready to make sure I never get my deposit back on this tux? I suppose so."

They slid underneath the door and jumped just as the truck stopped. As Blaine had hoped, they made it to the ditch and the van continued on without noticing. The highway was quiet; between the hour and the holiday there didn't seem to be anyone on the road besides them. "What do we do now?" Kurt asked.

"There's a private campground on a lake near here," Blaine told him. "The Warblers generally have a weekend there in June. Hopefully we can call for help, or else we'll have to stay there overnight and walk back to Dalton in the morning."

"Maybe we should head straight back," Kurt worried. "What if my dad finds out what happened? I don't want him to get sick over this."

"He won't. I-" Blaine blushed. "I wasn't going to push, or expect anything. But just in case… I asked my roommate to find other sleeping accommodations tonight, just in case. No one is going to miss us until lunch at the earliest."

Kurt flushed too, but his was more annoyance that he and Blaine finally had Blaine's room to themselves and they were a good twenty miles away from it. "All the more reason to head back," he pointed out ruefully.

Blaine looked really tempted by that, but he shook his head. "The woods around here are full of coyote packs, and they're hungry and mean this late in the year. We're taking enough of a chance heading to the campground."

Kurt shivered, all thoughts of being alone with Blaine quashed for the time being. He looked around the ditch, hoping to find something he could throw or swing at an attacking animal. Finding nothing, he sighed, "I hate nature."

"Hey, there's more to being a Warbler than performances and gala events," Blaine teased.

"Well if I must," Kurt relented playfully. "I'm generally an indoor kind of guy. Like Rose at the beginning of Titanic. Or Queen Mary."

"I did not know that about Queen Mary."

"Really? Your grandfather didn't have grand tales about meeting her?"

"That was the Queen Mother," Blaine clarified.

Kurt sighed wistfully. "That must have been lovely."

Blaine seemed to suddenly realize he still had his watch and pulled it out. He smiled ruefully at Kurt. "It's 12:18. Happy New Years, Kurt."

It wasn't how Kurt had pictured it (in fact, Kurt had originally hoped that he might be naked in Blaine's bed by this point). But given what had just happened to them, and what might have happened had they not escaped, Kurt was quite content that his first real kiss was out in the middle of nowhere at the bottom of a drainage ditch. "Happy New Years, Blaine."

They arrived at the camp without further incident, just before 1 am. They'd had to break into the main building, but Blaine had assured Kurt that circumstances warranted it. There was no alarm system, which Kurt noted would actually have been helpful in this instance.

"I don't think it would do much for our credibility if we had to explain our kidnapping while talking our way out of a B and E," Blaine told him.

"I know, but I'm still worried. This doesn't add up," Kurt insisted. "It would have been a lot easier to just shove us in the trunk of a car. Why rent a van? Unless they needed the room to round up more gays!"

Blaine paled at the suggestion. "I really hope you're wrong, Kurt."

Kurt was pretty sure he wasn't, but there wasn't anything to accomplish by arguing with Blaine about it. "It doesn't look like there's a landline here."

Blaine looked around and nodded. "I guess they didn't need one. Especially with how good cell service is here."

"And any other time I would be grateful," Kurt stated. "But right now I'd feel a lot better if I was talking to someone in uniform."

"There might be a ranger uniform around here I could put on," Blaine teased. Kurt smiled at that, and Blaine continued his search around the main room. He found a radio and turned it on. It was already set to an oldies station they both liked. "I love this song. Dance with me?"

Roch Voisine and Richard Marx' Every Day of Your Life was a little too fast to couples dance to, but Kurt accepted. He leaned into Blaine's arms, singing the song back to him.

"When the World can recognize our destiny

And the eye is looking down at history

I'll say tomorrow what I say today

It's all right."

Blaine let Kurt sing the chorus too, but then he put a finger on Kurt's lips, silencing the countertenor. The bridge came, and Blaine sang it to Kurt.

"Over and over your heart's been left bare

Haunted by faith that has led you nowhere

But you don't need to call out my name

Cause I am always there."

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt exclaimed, overcome by the moment.

"I love you too, Kurt." It seemed almost unnecessary after what Blaine had just sung, but Kurt was glad to hear it.

They kissed again. Kurt was about to suggest they move things into one of the bedrooms in the back, but the song was over. And amazingly someone was actually doing the news.

What they heard shocked them to the core.

"We have a further update from the shooting at a gay wedding in Illinois. Another person has died, bringing the current casualties to nine dead, and twelve wounded. The gay man kidnapped from the wedding has been identified as Eric Van der Woodsen, son of New York socialite Lily Van der Woodsen. We've received unconfirmed reports from around the country of what would seem to be additional kidnappings, though we remind our listeners that these reports have not been confirmed."

"Oh my god," Blaine gasped.

It wasn't just the two of them. Someone was coming for them all.

(to be continued)

Every Day of Your Life doesn't completely fit Blaine and Kurt's relationship (though oddly enough, it would have been perfect for Kurt and Sam), but the verse Kurt sings really does sound like gay love, doesn't it? And I REALLY want someone to sing the bridge to Kurt, he deserves it.