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prompt: apocalypse fic
The world was ending and it felt like this room was the last to go.
It was silent except for Blaine's breathing, your arms wrapped around him as he laid asleep half atop you. The steady beat of his heart anchoring you (just like always).
It wouldn't be long now, you think.
You've both agreed to take sleeping pills. You took them at the same time, hazel eyes never leaving green. You've also agreed to not say anything anymore, to have your last words to each other be, "I love you." A lot of things may have changed but Blaine's romantic streak remains, and it's not as if you can deny him this one last thing.
He snuggled into you, pressing kisses on your jaw, down your neck, and lastly through your shirt above your heart; as he drew random patterns with his fingers on your stomach. He looked up through his lashes and gave you a smile that you once swore you'd make it your life mission to do anything to always make him smile like that. He pressed his lips to yours briefly (you've done the whole the-world-is-ending sex) before pulling back and started humming your song. You couldn't love him more at that moment.
Blaine's fingers slowly stills and his breath evens out, and you spit out the pills.
You'd have this last moments with Blaine. You may not have forever to share but you'd be damned if you'd give up these last ones.
You looked down at the beautiful man in your arms, pressing a chaste kiss on his forehead, memorizing every inch of the face you've grown to love more than anything, as if you don't know it like the back of your hand. You can't help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude that this was how everything would end.
You and him, together.
A loud boom.
You bring his left hand to your lips, kissing the metal band on his ring finger.
Muffled screams.
What could it hurt?
The room shook.
"Thank you, for giving me a chance."
Darkness.