I can't believe we're up to this chapter already. Those of you who follow me on Tumblr know this had particular significance because... well, read the prompt.

From Klaineforthewin: A near-death situation. Like the cliched "Oh God we're gonna die I must confess my feelings for you now because I'll regret it if I die without you knowing". I have no clue what situation they could almost die in yet still have enough time to have a moment, but I'm sure you can think of something. :D

And you know how I am with manipulating my prompts.

So I've read these awesome stories where Blaine's father has this empire, he's like a mega business tycoon and as such, Blaine's been enduring kidnapping attempts since he was ten and so on. That's my inspiration.

Taken

"Blaine? Blaine... oh god, Blaine, please wake up!"

Kurt's shrill voice broke into the dark haze in Blaine's mind. Even though he could tell his friend was panicked, it still took a few more minutes before Blaine could bring himself to try and come back to reality, try to open his eyes. Finally, concern for his friend won out and Blaine began to pull himself out of the haze.

The second he did, he knew it wasn't good. Excruciating pain was splitting through his head and one of his arms had a strange disjointed feeling like he knew it should hurt and it probably would once he worked out what was going on. His eyes were already watering as he attempted to open them - the darkness of the room helped. "Kurt?" he murmured, wincing at the rasp in his voice.

"Oh thank god," Kurt whispered. "Are you alright?"

Finally forcing his eyes open, Blaine attempted to focus in on Kurt. "What kind of truck hit me?" he asked, before gasping as he took in Kurt's appearance. "And you... my god, Kurt, what happened?"

Kurt was slumped against the wall next to him, one of his legs stretched out at a strange angle. Blaine suspected it was probably broken. But what really got his attention was the blood coating the side of Kurt's face, one of his hands pressed against a large cut on his temple. "You don't remember?"

Blaine shook his head, hissing at the pain a second later. "Easy," Kurt murmured quietly. "You got a pretty bad knock, you might be concussed."

"Knocked on what? What happened to us?"

Kurt bit his lip. "I - we got kidnapped."

It took a second for the words to penetrate Blaine's brain before his blood ran cold. "Not again... Kurt, I'm so sorry." He raised the hand that didn't feel numb as Kurt moved to talk. "Just, wait a second. Tell me what happened, then I'll explain everything."

Kurt frowned, but began to talk nonetheless. "I don't know if you remember but we were out shopping when these men came up to us, said they were security from the last store we went into and they needed to take me back in to check my bag. We followed, but instead of going into the store they pulled us into an alley and -" Kurt suddenly broke off, taking a deep breath.

Blaine reached for his hand. "What did they do?" he urged gently, even though his veins felt like ice. If the bastards had raped Kurt or anything like that, he would be getting them murdered. No question about it.

"No-nothing like that. I - they knocked you out." Kurt closed his eyes, shuddering, and Blaine squeezed his hand tighter. "You were bleeding - you still are. I didn't know if you were going to wake up. And I started screaming and then... everything went black."

"They got you too." Now it was Blaine's turn to shiver, his worst fears having finally come true. They finally got someone connected to me."And I'm guessing you woke up once we were inside so you don't know where we are?"

Kurt nodded. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have done more, done something..."

"Hey." Blaine pushed up to his elbows, ignoring Kurt's exclamations and his own head yelling at him to lie down. A moment later, Kurt's hand was pressing something against the back of his head, something that was already soaked through with what Blaine presumed was his own blood. Blaine realized the knock to his head must have been more serious than Kurt had mentioned. Still, he had to make his point. "This is not your fault. It's mine, okay?"

"Yours? But... why?"

Blaine sighed. "Hold on a second. Give me my left shoe?" Kurt stared at him for a moment, clearly worried that the knock to the head had affected him, but retrieved the shoe anyway. Blaine dug under the laces, pulling out a small chip which he flipped open and pushed the button on. A red light flicked on. "Okay, someone's on their way to get us."

Kurt's jaw had dropped, giving Blaine the time he needed to start explaining. "Kurt, the reason you've never met my family is that my father is... well, a major business tycoon. He has his own empire and everything. Because of that, I've always been at risk of being kidnapped as a tactic to get his power taken from him. I usually get bodyguards when I go out in public, but when I'm with my friends I don't do that because I just want to be a normal kid. That.. that backfired today."

"So you're saying they kidnapped both of us to hold us hostage so your father will give up money." Blaine nodded, feeling his head spin a little at the motion. "And someone's coming to save us?"

"They should be." Blaine glanced around the room, trying to determine his settings. A moment later, his sight fell on his other arm and a wave of dizziness suddenly overcame him. "I - wh-"

He must have gone pale, because Kurt's hand was on his shoulder, pushing him back with his hand still under Blaine's head. "Shh, it's alright. We'll get you out of here and everything will be fine. It's just dislocated, might be broken too, but you'll be okay, I promise."

Blaine could feel his vision blacking out and began to panic. Only one of his kidnapping attempts had been successful, when he was five and hadn't known better than to slip his bodyguards and go play on his own. On that occasion, the men had kept him in his own room but hadn't hurt him. So either this was a new group, or they had decided he was a much bigger threat at seventeen years old and with a friend.

That, or the actual intention had been to kill him. Because nobody had come in to see them at all.

The dark spots began to grow in front of his eyes and Blaine knew he was losing consciousness again. "Kurt," he murmured urgently, tugging at his friend's hand. "Kurt, I don't know if I'm going to make it."

"Damn it, Blaine, yes you are." Blaine could tell Kurt was crying and his heart broke. "Listen to me, you're going to be fine, you just need to stay with me."

"I - I can't." Blaine knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "Kurt, I need to tell you now... I love you."

Kurt's gasp was audible. "Blaine... don't. I love you too, I really do, but don't do this. Don't leave me!"

And then there were a pair of lips on his, and Kurt was kissing him with everything he had, and Blaine was kissing back, trying to put the last of his strength into this one moment. But as they pulled apart, Kurt stroking his cheek frantically, Blaine knew it was over.

"I'm sorry," Blaine whispered before everything went black.

And now everybody is glaring daggers at me. I can feel it already.

Is he dead? Well…

MusicalEscape:

*smiles* "Candles? How roman-"

*smoke detector goes off*

"...that just ruined the mood didn't it?" *reaches up to turn off* "...a little help?"

*reaches up* "I swear, when we move to New York I'm putting these things on the wall."