Warnings: Violence, grossness

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Les Miserables, I just put the two together.

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CHAPTER 7: BRING HIM HOME:

Burt had watched on helplessly as the younger men gathered around and shared a drink before settling down for the night. The dead had been carried into the tavern, laid out in one of the side rooms. The spy had been dealt with swiftly and humanely but now Burt didn't know what to do with himself. He hadn't figured out which boy Blaine was and as he looked around at the sleeping men, he knew it was a futile task.

As he stepped back out into the night, he spied a pair of the students replacing objects that had fallen from their place in the barricade. Burt watched from where he stood as the boy with the straight hair pulled the shorter, curly-haired man away.

"Get some rest, Blaine. You've had a long day."

"I can't sleep, Nick, not when I don't know where he is."

"Your Kurt will be fine. He wasn't fighting – I'd know him if he was. I'm sure he's safe at home," Nick replied before pushing Blaine towards the buildings. "Go and get some sleep."

Blaine nodded tiredly, running a hand through his hair as he went. Burt moved towards him but before he could call out Blaine's name, the sentries were yelling again and the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the barricade.

"The soldiers are coming back! They have cannons!" David yelled as he jumped down from his spot on a roof.

"Get up! Everyone wake up!" Nick yelled and soon the street behind the barricade was bustling with activity again.

Burt trailed behind Blaine as the boy distributed guns and co-ordinated the men. But the soldiers had already started firing at them and time was running out before they even had any to spare. Burt watched from the ground as Blaine clambered up the barricade and began firing at the soldiers on the other side. Other students fell back around him but Blaine must have had luck on his side.

The army soldiers however, had made their way onto the balconies of surrounding buildings and were now shooting over the top of the barricade. Burt watched in horror as the unsuspecting men were shot down as they helped drag their wounded friends to safety. Bodies were piling and the canons were slowing disintegrating the barricade.

Blaine had dropped down to find more bullets and gunpowder and Burt watched in horror as he was shot in the back. He rushed forward just in time to catch the boy but Blaine was already unconscious. Burt glanced around, hoping for an escape route, but could only see the drain into the sewers. He grimaced but knew it was the only option if he wanted to get Blaine back to Kurt – alive.

The drain was only just big enough for Burt to slip into, pulling Blaine behind him as he shimmied down. When he broke through into the wider pipes underground, the smell grew even more atrocious and Burt tried desperately not to let it bother him. His only goal was to get Blaine to safety – he could wash up as soon as Blaine was safe.

When Burt found an exit, he leapt at it as best he could, Blaine slung over his shoulders. Stepping out into the open again, Burt set Blaine down on the first patch of clean – clean-er – ground he could find and checked for a pulse. Faint, but there. He wiped as much of the faecal matter off the boy as he could before he tried to get his bearings. They were near the river, he could hear the water rushing, and Burt realised they were near the hospital.

Lifting Blaine into his arms again, Burt made his way towards the hospital and hoped they would accept them despite their state. When he arrived, the nurses did indeed let him in.

"He was at one of the barricades, was shot in the back. Can you help him? I need to tell my son that his friend is alright – that I'm alright," Burt explained.

"Of course, we will take care of him – what is his name?"

"Blaine," Burt answered with a nod before he departed.

Blaine was safe. And soon, Kurt would be reunited with him. Burt only hoped that the men back at the barricade were going to make it through the night.

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A/N: Sorry about that, not only was it sad but it was disgusting too. I tried to avoid the sewers but the Paris catacombs are in the wrong part of the city to have been any use. Epilogue up next (well, more of a chapter 8 now that I think about it…), should have that finished tomorrow :) Thank you for reading and I hope you're having a wonderful day –Frankie xoxo