AN: Fun fact! Apparently, the 50th Anniversary of West Side Story was on Tuesday! Pretty cool time to be writing something based off of it, I think!

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WEST SIDE KLAINE

Chapter Ten

A jolt ran through Blaine's arm as the deafening crack of the gunshot brought all action around him to a halt.

Finn dropped.

No one moved. All eyes were on Blaine who seemed to be slowly waking from a dream. He looked at Finn's crumpled body as if he wasn't sure how it had gotten there.

Then the silence was cut through by a familiar sound.

Police sirens.

Hawks and Titans alike all scattered into the dark, forgetting the fight in favor of escaping the scene of two killings.

Only Trent, Finn, and Blaine remained.

Blaine trembled, his eyes still on the dark form of Finn. He couldn't bring himself to believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe what he'd just done. His eyes slid down to look at the warm gun clutched in his fingers.

The sight of it sent a shock through his body and he flung the weapon away like it was something nasty crawling up his arm. It clattered to the ground and Blaine looked back at Finn. He stumbled over to him, the sirens getting louder by the second.

He dropped to his knees by the body. Gently, he rolled Finn onto his back. Finn's face came into view, his eyes wide open, his jaw slack, and a dark hole right in the center of his forehead. Blaine heaved a dry sob and he looked quickly away. His hands came up to his face, pressing against his eyes as if he hoped to wipe them clean of what he'd just seen.

"Kurt," he whimpered. In that moment there was no one he needed more. But he had no way of knowing where he was, or even if he was still alive. Even if he could see Kurt again, how could he face him? How, after he'd destroyed the closest thing Kurt had to a family? Everything was ruined now. It was all over.

The sound of the sirens was now pounding in Blaine's ears. He wiped his eyes fruitlessly before getting to his feet, his knees wobbling. His eyes wandered over to where Trent's body lay and a wave of sobs crashed over him.

Trent, who died when it should have been Blaine's body strewn on the pavement like that. Blaine moved away from him quickly as the screech of cars coming to a stop reverberated off the concrete. His foot collided with something on the ground. It was the gun. Blaine scooped it up and shoved it into his pocket before sprinting away as fast as possible, leaving the two bodies behind.

Kurt couldn't tell how much time had passed. Each second dragged on for an eternity with his body aching and the cuffs digging into his wrists.

His physical pain was nothing compared to the demons haunting his mind. The thousand different ways that Finn could currently be fulfilling his promise to kill Blaine mingled with the dark, disgusted looks of the Titans. It hurt even worse when he remembered the touch of Blaine's hand, or the sound of his voice, or the taste of his lips. Sensations he was sure he'd never experience again.

He'd long since given up attempting to free himself. He'd tried to slip through the cuffs. Then he tried to get some leverage and pull the radiator off the wall, but all his efforts were in vein. Several times he tried calling to Rachel who he knew must be hiding away in the bedroom she shared with Finn. But he couldn't get a single sound from her and eventually he let himself just slump against the radiator and wait for something to happen.

Ages later it finally did. Feet pounded the stairs outside and Kurt tried to straighten himself and preserve some dignity. But it wasn't Finn who burst through the door. It wasn't even Jesse. It was Puck, followed closely by Mike.

The two of them looked frantically around the room. Both of them looked completely on edge. Mike took off, going further into the apartment while Puck began ruffling around the place. Kurt watched him anxiously waiting for some kind of explanation. When none came he finally spoke up.

"What are you doing?" He asked. Puck didn't respond. He didn't even turn his head as he opened drawers and shoved aside everything inside. "Answer me!" He demanded. "What happened? Puck!" He ran into another room and Kurt could hear him banging around still searching for something. Kurt felt anger and fear grow inside of him as each moment past. He had to know what happened. He hated being in the dark this way.

Puck returned to the room shoving something into his jacket and Kurt practically screamed at him.

"Puckerman! What's going on? What happened to Blaine? Is he alright? Tell me what you did to Blaine!"

At the mention of Blaine's name Puck's head finally snapped towards Kurt and the look in his eyes was chilling. He approached Kurt and grabbed his jaw hard. When he spoke his voice trembled.

"You want to know what happened to your little butt buddy?" And suddenly Kurt would have given anything not to know. "He murdered your brother!"

Kurt stared at Puck, aghast.

"No," he said. Puck was already pulling away as Kurt tried to reason with him. "No! You're lying! Puck! Tell me the truth!"

Just then a horrible scream came from the bedroom that could only be Rachel's. Kurt wanted to cover his ears and block it out. He wanted to block everything out and just make the world go away. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe that Finn was dead. That Blaine killed him. Kurt fought to hold back tears. Finn may have only been a step-brother but they'd always acted like blood brothers ever since their parents first got together. And Finn was the only family Kurt had left.

Mike came back and Kurt looked up to see Puck pull out what he'd found. It was Kurt's gun. Kurt felt a tremor of apprehension as Mike and Puck nodded to each other before sprinting out of the door.

Kurt was left being slowly eaten by confusion and doubt. He could hear Rachel howling her tears from across the apartment. He called out to her, this time never relenting until she finally appeared.

She was a complete mess. Her usual beauty was scarred by heartbreak and sorrow. She continued to cry as she approached Kurt. When she reached him, she brought her hand back and slapped him hard across the face where it was still bruised from Jesse.

"He killed him!" she screamed. "He killed Finn and now they're going to kill him like he deserves." Sobs overtook her speech and she buckled and fell to the floor in front of Kurt. He wanted to cry with her. Wanted to scream and curse too. But instead he spoke as softly and calmly as he could manage.

"Rachel, you need to help me avenge my brother. I want to be the one who kills that bastard." It was an easy lie to tell, since it was only half a lie. Rachel looked up at him, her face red and swollen with tears. "I want to be the one who makes him pay, but I can't do that if I'm here. You need to help me get free."

She stood and backed away, shaking her head. "No," she said. "I don't believe you."

"Believe me Rachel!" Kurt snapped, raising his voice. "Believe me when I say I loved my brother and want nothing more to kill the man who killed him." Something in Kurt's eyes must have been enough for Rachel because she nodded.

"W-what do I do?" She asked.

"My bedroom." He instructed. "The dresser. In the third drawer down are my lock picks. Bring them here." She hesitated for a moment until Kurt yelled "Go!" and she rushed off like she'd been physically spurred forward.

She returned moments later with the kit and Kurt began to tell her how to pick the locks of the cuffs.

"Kurt, I don't think I can do it," she protested tearfully.

"Yes, you can." He said. "Just concentrate."

It took a long time. Rachel was still crying and her hands were so unsteady that it was hard for her to do anything that Kurt told her to do. But finally she got one cuff undone and Kurt was able to free himself from the radiator with a moan. His muscles were so stiff from keeping the same position. He shook out his arms before grabbing the kit and quickly fiddling with the other cuff until that was opened as well.

He got to his feet, which were painfully asleep.

"Thank you, Rachel," he said. She nodded and then curled up to continue to cry. As soon as he could feel his feet again, he lost no time in sprinting out the door in search of Blaine.

He had no idea what he intended to do once he found Blaine. All he knew was that he had to find him first. He thought hard about where he should look. He would lose precious time if he just started running around.

He tried to imagine where Blaine might go to be safe. Immediately he thought of where he would go. Would Blaine think of the same place? Did that place still mean something to Blaine?

Without any other ideas Kurt took off in the direction of Santana's nightclub hoping he was right.

There he was, sitting on the ground just outside the back door of the club, his head drooped between his knees.

Kurt felt all his feelings explode inside him at once when he set eyes on Blaine so that he was unsure what to act on. As he approached, Blaine lifted his head.

When he realized it was Kurt, Blaine scrambled to his feet but didn't make any other moves. He simply watched Kurt walk closer and closer. By the time Kurt reached him rage won the battle inside of him and he punched Blaine hard in the jaw.

Blaine toppled to the ground where Kurt straddled him. "Killed him!" Kurt cried. "You killed him!" He paused, waiting for Blaine to respond. Slowly, his eyes squeezed shut, Blaine nodded. Kurt sobbed and punched Blaine again. Blaine did nothing. He simply laid there beneath Kurt and let himself be hit two more times before opening his eyes and looking up.

They locked eyes and the haunting look in Blaine's made Kurt freeze. Kurt whined pathetically before bending forward and resting his forehead on Blaine's shoulder. He began to cry openly into Blaine, his cries loud and broken like a baby's. His back arched and he dug his forehead into Blaine's shoulder as he let his sorrow engulf him.

"No! No! Finn! Oooh fuck! Killed him! Killed him! Please god no! No! No! Please! Blaine!" He cried without shame, sometimes begging and sometimes babbling incoherently. When he began to quiet down Blaine finally spoke.

"I'm sorry Kurt," his voice was weak and hopeless. "He tried to kill me. And Trent. He tried to stop him and Finn killed him Kurt. And I couldn't stop myself." Kurt felt something being pressed into his hand and he sat up to see it was a gun. "This is what I used," Blaine went on calmly. He molded Kurt's fingers around the handle and held them there as he brought the barrel up to rest against his forehead. "This is where I shot him." Kurt watched confused until Blaine finally said, "I want you to use it on me. For killing him." Kurt looked at him, horrified and Blaine stared back steadily like he'd already made up his mind.

But Kurt wrenched away the gun and tossed it aside before taking Blaine's face in his hands and kissing him hard. He pulled back, but stayed bent over, his hands grasping Blaine's face.

"Never," he sobbed. "Never! Everyone's gone. Everyone! My mother, my father, and now Finn. Blaine, you're not going anywhere, you hear me?" Blaine began to cry as well, tears streaming down the sides of his face.

"Kurt, I killed your-"

"Not your fault," said Kurt, shaking his head and kissing Blaine again. "I want to hate you, Blaine. I want to just hate you. But it's not your fault. Finn- he tried to kill you. He was going to. And I should have been there. I would have, but Jesse. Oh Blaine, they know everything!"

"I know," said Blaine as he wrapped his arms tight around Kurt. "I know, I knew they kept you away."

"I'm so sorry, Blaine."

"Shh, no Kurt. Don't be sorry. Everything's so fucked up. If I'd never come here. If we'd-"

"No!" shouted Kurt, fresh tears leaving his eyes and splashing onto Blaine's face. "No! Please don't say that! Don't ever say that! Please!" He buried his face once more into Blaine's shoulder and Blaine held him close as they both continued to cry.

After a long while Kurt pulled back again, wiping his eyes. Blaine looked up at him and Kurt suddenly felt a rush of something entirely new. Blaine was all that mattered now. Nothing else. Kurt had to do everything to keep that.

"They're looking for you," he said. "They're looking for you so they can kill you." Blaine frowned.

"Kurt, there's nothing we can do. They'll find me."

"No, we're going to get out of here!" said Kurt. "We're going to get the hell out of this fucking hell hole and we'll run as far away as we can!"

Blaine looked at him completely surprised. "But, what about everything here? Your gang?"

"Fuck the gang! Fuck every last one of them!" hissed Kurt. "They don't care about me, and I don't care about them. Not anymore!" Kurt jumped to his feet and pulled Blaine up too. "Blaine, I have to go back home. Finn and I have been saving up money for ages. It should be plenty for us to get away, but I have to go get it." Blaine gripped Kurt's shoulders, clearly not wanting Kurt to ever leave him again. Kurt didn't want to go either, but he knew it would be so much easier if they had cash with them. "Just stay here, Blaine. Go inside and find Santana. Let her help keep you safe. I'll be back in no time and then we're going to go far away from here. It'll be just you and me, just like you wanted." Blaine couldn't help but smiled sadly and Kurt smiled as well.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," said Kurt. Blaine's eyes lit up and he pulled Kurt into kiss. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together as if they hoped to somehow become one.

When they pulled away Blaine whispered, "I love you, Kurt Hummel," and Kurt could have started crying again for a much different reason than before. But he held back the tears and instead focused on extracting himself reluctantly from Blaine's arms.

"Go inside," he said. "Go inside, and stay hidden. Stay safe. I'll be right back." He backed away slowly as he spoke. "I love you."

"I love you," Blaine repeated. Then Kurt turned on his heel and sprinted away into the night praying that their troubles were at an end.