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"I thought you weren't going to come," whispered Blaine, his hands immediately sliding out of his pockets and moving to circle Kurt's waist.

Kurt leaned in and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips, his arms around Blaine's neck already. "Sorry," he murmured back, "it was hard getting away." He leaned forward and caught Blaine's lips in another kiss, tracing his bottom lip with his tongue. He felt Blaine shiver against him and open his mouth, inviting him in.

Blaine let himself explore Kurt's mouth and just taste him, because he was wonderful. He loved everything about Kurt, even though society told him he shouldn't. Even though they were taught that two boys loving each other was very wrong. They kissed again, but desperately this time, trying to really enjoy some of the stolen minutes they had to themselves.

"Kurt…" moaned Blaine softly, as Kurt moved his lips to his neck, "Oh Kurt…"

"I love you," murmured Kurt, between bites, licks, and kisses. "And I don't care. I don't care what anyone else says. I know I was made to love you."

Blaine sighed. The only time he was truly happy was when he was with Kurt. "We should just run away," he said softly, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt tensed, and then he slowly pushed Blaine away from his body so he could look into his eyes. They were beautiful; a mix of gold, green, and the tiniest hint of a smoky gray. "Let's do it."

"What?" Blaine was shocked, "Kurt…that's a huge risk. I was…I wasn't serious."

Kurt looked away, "Never mind."

Blaine inched forward a little more and cupped Kurt's face with his hand, turning him so that their eyes met again. "Would you really do it?"

Kurt didn't hesitate and let the words roll off his tongue, "In a heartbeat."

Blaine leaned forward and kissed him again, crashing their mouths together so hard it almost hurt. He clutched at Kurt's body, afraid that he'd lose him after this kiss. After a couple more minutes he had a reply. "Let's do it."


At first it hadn't been easy, but anything that was worth it usually wasn't. Kurt lived with his dad, and Blaine lived with both of his parents and his older brother, Cooper. They'd known each other since they were kids, and yes, there had always been something between them. At first they had simply mistaken it as friendship, because of course, that was what they thought they were. They were best friends. Everybody at school and in their small neighborhood knew it; Blaine and Kurt we're inseparable. When they turned eight they'd learned to fish and started training for the Hunger Games, both required by the Capitol. Their families were both somewhat opposed to the games, but they couldn't speak up against it. Instead they sent their boys to training 5 mornings out of 7 and hoped that when they came of age to participate in the reaping, they wouldn't be chosen. On the weekends when they didn't have training or school, the boys liked to take walks on the beach. They'd fish to help their parents out economically and just sit and talk, talk about everything going on around them. But they couldn't talk about everything, like about the games and the way the district was run.

That's why they would sneak out sometimes. In the middle of the night and when no one else was awake, they'd hide under one of the piers and just talk. It started when they were twelve, the night before their first reaping.

"What if you get chosen, Blaine? Or…me?" Kurt said this quietly, looking down at the sand. He knew his name would only be in the reaping once and that District 4 was relatively big, but he was still scared.

Both boys were sitting cross legged next to each other in the sand, their arms around themselves as they talked in the cold night. The sea was only a short distance away, the noise of the waves crashing against each other, a lullaby to their neighborhood.

"You won't," said Blaine, trying his hardest to sound convincing, "We won't. It's only our first year, Kurt."

"I know that," replied Kurt, "but what if, Blaine? It can happen. Remember Sandy?"

Blaine nodded slowly, "I miss her, Kurt."

"So do I." murmured Kurt, "She was our age when she was reaped."

Blaine bit his lip. "No. We won't get picked. We won't." He hesitated for a second but then put one of his arms around Kurt's shoulders, nervous about the action. Sure, they'd hugged before, but this was different. It felt…grown up.

Kurt stayed still for a second, but gradually leaned into Blaine's shoulder. They were best friends after all; it was fine for them to comfort each other. But that didn't explain the funny feeling in Kurt's belly, the one that felt like he'd just swallowed a million guppies and they were all fighting desperately to get out of his stomach. "Okay," he said finally, swallowing hard. "Okay."

Blaine squirmed nervously and tried not to let his voice shake. "It's okay Kurtie, it'll be okay. Because even if your name got chosen…I'd volunteer to take your place."

Kurt gasped softly. "Blaine…you-you can't say that." His mind was spinning.

Blaine shook his head, "I say it because it's true." He tried to sound fierce and determined, but reality was he was scared too. "I would take your place if you got chosen to go to the Capitol and fight in the games."

Kurt drew in a shaky breath and the let it out slowly. "I wouldn't want you to do that though. Because then you'd die. And…I really like you as my best friend. No one else really gets me." He took another breath and then leaned over and quickly pecked Blaine's cheek with his lips, before he could change his mind about it. "Thank you. For being my friend."

Blaine closed his eyes and nodded, feeling the skin Kurt's lips had touched tingle. "I'll always be your friend Kurtie, always."

Their names weren't picked. Not that year, or even the next year. But on the night before the reaping of the year they were both 15, they found themselves on the beach again. They'd gotten a little taller and they still snuck out at night, basically they were closer than ever. Nothing had changed. Or so they thought.

Each of them had started to feel something for each other ever since that night before their first reaping, something bigger than the friendship they shared. But neither knew how to express it, how to show that they cared beyond the boundaries of the intricate friendship they'd so carefully cultivated. Blaine had been there for Kurt when Kurt's mom had died, and Kurt's house had been Blaine's escape when his dad yelled and hit his mom. They'd been each other's everything since they were very young, but now they truly wanted to be each other's something. They weren't even sure what, but they wanted something. Even if neither of them knew how the other felt. Not yet, at least.

They sat next to each other again, their shoulders touching, hugging their knees to their chest for warmth.

Kurt was unusually silent, nervous about the reaping. Blaine sensed this and leaned towards him a little. "Hey. Don't worry. We've gotten through 3 reapings, haven't we? We're basically almost half way through. "

Blaine wrapped and arm around Kurt's shoulders and waited for a response, knowing Kurt was nervous because each year their names were in that glass bowl more times that the last. He was nervous too, so nervous, but he had to be strong. He had to be strong for Kurt because he loved him, even if he didn't quite know how to say it.

"Blaine?" said Kurt softly, silently gathering all his courage, as he was going to need it for what he was about to do. "Do you remember the night we came here before our first reaping? When we were twelve?"

Blaine smiled faintly. "Of course I do. What about it?" He shifted his body slightly so he could look into Kurt's eyes, eyes so bright that sparkled even in the dark. His eyes were like the sea, with changing colors to match Kurt's fluctuating moods, eyes that hid so many secrets and unspoken questions.

Kurt took a deep breath. "Remember how you said that if my name got chosen the next day, you'd take my place? Well…would you still do that?" Blaine paused for a second, but that was enough to throw off Kurt. "Oh my god. I should not have asked that. I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry." He sprang to his feet and started walking away. "I'll see you tomorrow,"

"No!" Blaine stood up quickly and chased after Kurt. He grabbed his arm and then gently pulled him so they were face to face again. Blaine gripped Kurt's arms and made it so that he couldn't run away. Kurt was agile, but Blaine was stronger, "Hey," he said quietly, "look at me, Kurt."

Kurt complied and looked into Blaine's beautiful eyes, tears gathering in them as he faced his best friend. "I should not have asked that I am so sorry. Forget it, just please, forget it, Blaine. I was so dumb, of course you wouldn't feel something for me."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Kurt…y-you feel something for me?"

Kurt closed his eyes so the tears wouldn't spill. "Yes. Yes and I'm sorry because I probably just ruined out friendship. Can we just forget about this? Please? I just really don't want to lose you…as a friend."

Blaine laughed softly, starling Kurt. "No. No no no, I don't want to be your friend. I can't just be your friend anymore."

Kurt gasped. "Don't tell me this then," he whimpered, "just let me go. You don't even want to be my friend."

Blaine laughed again, close to tears but smiling. "No. I'll never let you go now. Because I love you, Kurt. I love you."

Kurt froze. He hadn't said that. Blaine could not have just said that. He couldn't have. "I- what?" He was imagining things, he was sure of it.

"I love you," repeated Blaine, "I think I have ever since we were kids." His hazel eyes met Kurt's glasz ones, and then suddenly their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

Their names weren't chosen the next day, and they were immensely glad. When they talked about it later, neither of them really remembered who had started the kiss. Finally, they simply concluded that both of them had leaned forward. There began the stolen kisses in empty houses and even more sneaking out at night. Love between people of the same sex was banned by the Capitol, and they knew that if they were caught that their families would be in great risk.

They were very careful, but after six months they were getting tired. Another night under the pier and they'd decided to run away, but then things started going wrong. The morning after, Blaine was nowhere to be found.

Kurt walked into the kitchen of the small house he lived in with his dad. "Dad! Has Blaine stopped by?"

Burt Hummel looked up from where he was washing the dishes and shook his head, "No kid, I haven't seen Blaine. He's probably packing though, helping his folks out with everything."

"Wait, what?" Kurt's voice shook as his dad's words sunk in. "Packing for what?"

Burt looked up at his 15 year old son and sighed, "Blaine didn't tell you yet? Word from the Capitol came down this morning, they're moving about 20 families from our district to district 12. Something about being short on miners. But yeah, Blaine's family was one of the ones picked. Probably because Cooper is strong and would be a big help. I figured he would come over and tell you himself, but like I said, he's probably helping his family. Kurt? Kurt!"

Kurt ran out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, tears already wet on his cheeks. He slammed the door shut and moved to throw himself on the bed, but the sight of something that had not been there a couple of minutes before stopped him. There was a single piece of paper laying on his bed, folded in half and moving slightly in the breeze of his open window. He snatched it up.

Kurt,

Meet me under the pier in ten minutes.

Blaine.

It was simple, so unforgiving, and Kurt desperately wanted someone to pinch him and wake up from the nightmare he was in. But it didn't happen. Instead he snuck past the kitchen, where his dad still was, and out of the house. He ran barefooted through the sandy paths that led down to the shore and stopped when he saw Blaine's silhouette a short distance away. He walked up to him with his fists clenched.

"How could you not tell me?" hissed Kurt angrily, "Did you know this already? Did you know last night, is that why you didn't want to run away at first? Because you already knew you were going to leave? Tell me why, Blaine!"

Blaine ran his fingers through his short dark curls and struggled to find the right thing to say. "No! I didn't know I swear! I was going to go find you this morning, before you could hear it from anyone else, but my mom didn't let me leave at first. Finally I slipped away though, and I crawled through your window and left the note. I am so sorry Kurt, I'm so sorry. I don't want to leave. I would never want to leave the district, not if you weren't with me." He was crying openly now, not even bothering to wipe away the tears. "I don't want to leave. I don't want to."

Kurt was crying too, as hard as he had when his mom had died. "I really wish there was some way out of this,"

Suddenly Blaine was close to him, so close to him, wrapping his arms around him and pressing their lips together one more time. Kurt choked back a sob and kissed him back fiercely, feeling Blaine's tears mix with his own. "I love you, Blaine. I love you."

They'd never said those words to again each other after the first time they'd said them six months ago, but they'd felt it. And now that they were going to be separated, that's all they really wanted each other to know.

"I love you too, Kurt," whispered Blaine, pressing their foreheads together, "so much. And even if I grow up and they force me to get married…I don't think I'll ever love any woman like I love you right now, like I'll love you for the rest of my life."

Kurt swallowed hard. "I won't love anyone like I love you either, no one, Blaine. And I'll never forget you."

"Please don't forget me," whispered Blaine, holding Kurt as tight as he could, "please don't forget me."

"I won't," whispered back Kurt, their voices barely audible over the crashing surf, "I don't think I could ever forget you…or the way you make me feel."

They'd kissed again, softly and then fiercely, but reality soon caught up with them. Blaine left that very same day, turning back for as long as he could to watch Kurt. But eventually they became faded blurs to each other, nothing but a friendship they had carefully cared for until it grew to be more.

Kurt didn't know what to do with his life once Blaine was gone. He spent a whole month just feeling numb about everything, until one day a bronze skinned girl walked up to him.

Kurt was sitting on underneath the pier again, silently remembering the many heated kisses he'd shared here with Blaine. He was so intent on remembering every single detail that he didn't even notice someone walking up to him.

"Hey Hummel," she called down to him, as he was sitting in the sand, "come train with me."

She was tall, with high cheekbones and a don't-mess-with-me attitude. He'd seen her around ever since they were kids, but he never felt the need to have friends other than Blaine. He knew she was strong, a fighter of the ruthless type, and if anyone could help him train, it was her.

She held her hand out towards him, a single gesture that was contract and a promise of a friendship at the same time. Her brown eyes bore into his, and slowly he saw his hand rise and clasp hers.

That was the day Santana Lopez became his friend.

Kurt trained hard for the next six months, putting all his strength and energy into getting fitter. No, it didn't make him forget Blaine completely, but it did help take him mind off him. His sixteenth birthday came and went, but he barely noticed. The night before his 5th reaping he was under the pier again, singing softly, wishing Blaine was by his side.

"You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be…and I don't want to go home right now…"

Kurt wiped away a couple of tears and set his jaw, determined not to cry anymore. It'd been half a year since Blaine left, but Kurt's heart still ached for him every day. But Blaine had probably moved on already, he thought. Maybe he was dating some pretty girl from District 12 just to get his dad to shut up for a while, or maybe he just didn't think of Kurt.

It could be as simple and heart breaking as that. Because sometimes when people hurt so much that they don't want to hurt anymore, they hide everything inside themselves. And maybe if they're determined enough, they can use that pain as an escape. They can use it to bury whatever pains them so deep inside of themselves, that they become immune to their own thoughts. Kurt wanted so desperately to do this, but he didn't have the heart to even attempt to forget Blaine.

He drew a heart in the sand with his finger, but then quickly scratched it out. He'd drawn a pretty picture, but in the same time he'd taken to drawn it, he'd destroyed it too. He stood up and started walking back to his house in the moonlight, bitterly thinking that real hearts were like sand hearts too.


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