This takes place immediately after chapter 8. I feel bad because after that cliffhanger you guys are probably expecting something revolutionary in this! But it just felt more right to break it up.
And I am floored by the response to chapter 8. Honestly, guys, I love you.
They lay there for hours that afternoon, Kurt's head resting on Blaine's chest and his fingertips tracing patterns over Blaine's abs. Wrenching himself out of the blissful haze their singing seemed to have brought on, the fairer boy sat up a little and turned his head so he could see Blaine's alarm clock. 8:45pm.
'I have to go...' he mumbled.
'Mmmm...' Blaine tightened his hold on Kurt and stifled a yawn. 'Mmm.'
'Blaine...' Kurt turned over, resting on his forearms. 'I have to go. Curfew.'
'No you don't. You can stay here forever.' Blaine stretched out.
'Won't your dad be home soon?'
'I'll hide you under my bed.'
'That does sound like an attractive prospect.' Kurt sat up all the way, yawning widely and resting his hand on Blaine's knee. 'I'll see you tomorrow?'
'Mmmm... Definitely.' Blaine finally sat up. He wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist from behind and pressed his lips to the back of Kurt's neck.
'Stop it, or I'll never be able to leave.'
'That's exactly my point.'
'Tomorrow, at the square, ten AM?'
'Perfect...'
'Walk me to your door?' Blaine let out an exaggerated groan.
'Fine...' He took Kurt's hand and led him downstairs, stopping him just inside the door for one last lingering kiss. 'I love you.'
'I love you too.' Blaine watched Kurt walk down the street, his heart almost aching with fondness and love for the other boy.
Kurt did nothing to suppress the smile creeping over his face walking away from Blaine's house, directing it at the ground so as not to arouse suspicion but still letting the emotion scamper across his being. This was what he was going to remember. Here, he was happy.
Well – here he was happy and embarrassed as he turned a corner and caught his foot on a crack in the pavement, halting his journey and sending himself flying to the ground. He threw his arms out to catch himself and his palms scraped messily along the pavement, stinging as opposed to the dull thump the impact of his knees on the pavement caused.
Ouch.
He stayed for a moment until his breathing evened out and the shock of the jolt had, for the most part, left his system. Then he raised himself up on trembling arms, and stood up on equally unsteady knees, standing up unaided for only a second before leaning against the fence of a random house, telling himself ten seconds to rest, then you have to get home. He closed his eyes.
'...the Governor's son!'
Kurt's ears pricked up. The brash voice had floated over the fence in what was obviously an accidental raise in volume. He pressed his ear to the fence, scraped hands and bruised knees forgotten as he tried to hear what the man was saying.
'...the older boy...'
Blaine.
'...father wants him dead, he...'
What? Kurt pushed his face further into the fence.
'...unsuitable leader... don't know either... Joshua, fine boy...'
He gulped and shook his head infinitesimally. No. No, no, no, no. Not Blaine.
'...disposal of body... yes... as soon as possible...'
Oh God. Kurt wasn't one to jump to conclusions but he was sure he had heard enough to justify the pit in his stomach. Blaine's father knew how Blaine was. He had put the law in place for Blaine and now for some reason, as though the sickening rule wasn't enough, he wanted him dead. He was going to kill his own son for being different.
Kurt pushed himself off the fence and started to run back round the corner to Blaine's house. He had to tell him, hide him – anything.
'Hey!' A voice called from another direction.
He turned around immediately, the discovery having made him hypersensitive to any dangers that might surround him.
'What are you still doing out?' The voice belonged to a government officer, one who looked as intimidating as ever in his slightly ridiculous but no less scary blue uniform. 'Curfew in eight minutes, boy.'
'I- I...'
'You what? Can't tell the time?' The officer raised his eyebrows. 'You know the penalty, young man. Anyone caught out after curfew without explicit permission is put in prison for a day. Wouldn't want to miss out on seeing your girlfriend, would you?'
'I just have to –'
'What's your name?'
'Kurt Hummel, sir.'
'As in Burt Hummel the engineer?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Well, you live right on the other side of town! Get going!'
Kurt looked around desperately. He had to get to Blaine. Somehow. But what if he wasn't fast enough? Then he would be locked in prison and he would be even more helpless where Blaine's fate was concerned.
'You forgotten your address or something?'
He had to try and make a run for it or something. He had to-
'Fine, if you want to act like a child and just ignore me, looks like I'm going to have to escort you home.' The officer walked up to Kurt and caught his arm in an iron grip. He marched down the street, giving no choice to Kurt but to scramble after him and pray that whatever plan those people had for Blaine wouldn't be put into action straight away.
And that's chapter 9. I've actually started writing chapter 10, which is abnormal for me, but it should mean a faster update. And also the next chapter enters the last day of the story. I've no idea how many chapters will take us through the day, but the characters will not be sleeping any more.
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