Dean turned to Kurt, leering at him maliciously.

"You, pick up these clothes and give them to Nathan. Then move back to that spot." Kurt, still shaking violently, picked up his and Blaine's shirts, and shuffled over to Nathan. He handed them over quickly, before rushing back to his former spot.

"Good girl. You've got an obedient bitch, I'll give you that Anderson." Kurt frowned slightly at his phrasing, but didn't comment. He was still painfully aware of the gun trained on Blaine. Blaine flinched at the words, curling himself in even tighter into a ball. Dean spat at Blaine, before turning back to Kurt. From his position on the ground, Blaine met Kurt's eyes.

"So, Fairy, what to do with you?" He looked Kurt up and down, before moving forward quickly. Kurt backed up against the wall as Dean pummelled him hard in the ribs with his fist. All breath left Kurt's lungs as it whooshed out of him. Pain took up residence in his abdomen, as it spread into his chest. He couldn't breathe.

"K-Kurt!" He heard Blaine breathe out, but his head was so dizzy. Slowly, he slid to the floor, clutching his stomach. He'd never felt so punished.

Dean smirked, proud of the work he'd created. He moved away from Kurt and began to ascend the stairs.

"Make yourselves at home, you're going to be here a while." Nathan followed him, still holding their shirts. The door clicked, indicating that the tormentors were gone, but that Kurt and Blaine were still trapped. Blaine released a sigh of relief. The tension that had built up in his muscles suddenly left him, as he realised he was still alive. He grinned to himself like an idiot, before glancing at Kurt. He was on the floor, writhing and squirming, his beautiful face contorted in pain. His breaths were coming out ragged and broken.

The pain in Blaine's chest was now beginning to subside. He crawled quickly to Kurt's side, and knelt beside him.

"Kurt, are you ok?" Kurt began to nod his head, but after another gasp of pain, he began to shake it instead.

"He - he got me right - in the stomach." He panted breathlessly. Blaine put his hand on Kurt's forehead, gently rubbing it with his thumb. There wasn't much he could do to alleviate the pain, but he could comfort him. He sidled up next to Kurt, leaning against the wall situated behind them. He pulled Kurt into his lap, so he wasn't completely on the cold floor. Blaine suddenly felt the temperature drop, realising just how cold it was. He pulled Kurt even tighter into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt's to keep him warm.

Kurt slightly uncurled himself, and watched Blaine intently from his position, blushing profusely when Blaine looked into his eyes with such a raw intensity. He swore he'd never seen them so deep. The pain in Kurt's chest was still throbbing, but it was lessened when Blaine pulled him into him.

"We're still alive." Kurt said.

"That we are." Blaine replied. Kurt bit his lip, trying so hard to stop himself from crying again.

"I really thought we were going to die just now. I thought I'd have to watch you -" Kurt was suddenly overcome with emotion, as he looked away from Blaine with his head hanging. They were so close together now. Carefully, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him into a tight hug.

"So did I. But we didn't. I'm still here, you're still here, and that's all that matters." He could feel Kurt shivering underneath him, and was suddenly aware of how much skin on skin contact there was between them.

"It's so cold." Kurt stated. Both were blushing in the dark, well aware of each other's embarrassment, but unaware about how much the other loved the intimacy of the situation. Blaine rubbed his hands over Kurt's back, trying to warm him up.

"Why'd they take our shirts? That has to be weirdest command he's given us." Kurt said into Blaine's shoulder. Blaine shuddered at Kurt's breath on his neck.

"I don't know. At first I thought it would be to - make it easier to - aim. But now, I think he knows how cold it is down here, and he just wants to make us suffer." At his words, he felt Kurt's hands reciprocate the action by rubbing his hands up and down his own back. In that moment, Blaine had never felt closer to Kurt. Even in this horrifying situation, their gestures towards one another spoke volumes. Blaine could feel Kurt's tears drop onto his bare skin, one at a time. He pulled slowly out of Kurt's grip and stared into his eyes. He raised a hand and stroked Kurt's bangs off his face.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?" Kurt smiled.

"Actually, you have, but thanks honey. It just adds to your repertoire as the perfect boyfriend." Blaine gave a small laugh, but looked down at Kurt for the first time, taking in his whole body. His eyes travelled up Kurt's body, taking in the smooth panes of his flat stomach. Kurt, realising Blaine was watching him intently, suddenly felt very self conscious. He didn't want Blaine to see him like this.

"Blaine, please stop staring at me like that. It's a little unnerving." Blaine snapped out of it, and finally looked into Kurt's face.

"Sorry, it's just - wow. You're not just beautiful - you're ethereal." Kurt blushed darkly, not knowing what to say. Even now, it was difficult for Kurt to know what Blaine saw in him.

"Well, I'm glad you like what you see" Kurt jokingly said. Blaine gazed at him.

"Yeah, I do." He said honestly.

Kurt's mouth opened a little. Yet again, he was rendered speechless. Blaine reached out to Kurt's stomach, placing a hand over the bruise that was beginning to form. Kurt's breath hitched as Blaine's warm hand glazed over his cool body.

"I'm so sorry I let him touch you." Blaine said, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He couldn't believe he let that bastard touch Kurt, who was innocence personified. Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's.

"I'm sorry I let him get you. I should have protected you better. I should have kicked his -" He was stopped by Blaine's finger on his lips.

"There's not a lot either of us could do, Kurt. We've just got to - to - I don't know." He finally finished, tailing off uncertainly.

"I know." Kurt said, clutching Blaine's hand tighter in his. They both knew that their very future was uncertain, and it rocked them to the core.

"Lie with me?" Blaine asked uncertainly. Kurt's eyes widened.

"But, there's nothing to rest on."

"Lie on me."

"What?"

"Come here." Blaine began to lie flat on the freezing ground, as he gently tugged Kurt to his chest so his head was cushioned.

"What about you?"

"I'm fine. But - maybe we could swap from time to time?" Kurt nodded on Blaine's chest, his hair tickling his chest. Blaine's breath hitched. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, as Kurt covered him in his warmth. Both were blushing yet again. They had lain together hundreds of times, but this time was so, so different. Kurt unexpectedly curled up, entwining his legs with Blaine's.

"Kurt, what are you -"

"Trying to keep us warm." Blaine nodded. He stroked one hand over Kurt's lower back, resting it on his stomach. This time Kurt's breath hitched.

"I'll never say goodbye to you. Even if they separate us, or break us, they won't get my heart. That already belongs to you." Blaine laughed shyly.

"Oh Mr Hummel, you and your speeches."

"You love the speeches."

"I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine pressed a small kiss against Kurt's temple, as they drifted off into broken sleep.