Ten hours and forty nine minutes left of the Annual Purge

Blaine was always watching Kurt. Whether he would be pacing back and forth or sat with his head in his hands. And all Blaine could do was sit and watch. Whenever he tried to talk to Kurt, it was as if he couldn't hear him. He would nod if Blaine asked him if he was okay but that was the only response he would get. Blaine wanted to cry just watching his husband in despair, knowing there was nothing he could do.

"Is he okay?" David asked. He was tense all over. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyebrows were permanently furrowed. For Blaine it was strange seeing David act like this. Back in high school, he was so laid back. He was a completely different person now, a lot more mature.

"I don't know. He's like this every year." Blaine muttered. He pulled his legs up onto the sofa and wrapped his arms around them like he used to when he was a teenager. The gun in his jacket pocket dug into his side.

"I'll get you some water." Before Blaine could refuse, David was gone. Kurt sat down next to Blaine, turning his wedding ring around and around his finger.

"We're going to be okay, Kurt. You don't have to worry about anything." Blaine rubbed Kurt's shoulders, who smiled slightly. He leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Here." David said quietly, handing Blaine a glass of cold water. Kurt jumped slightly at how close David's voice was and opened his eyes again.

Wes stood up from the opposite sofa and walked over to one of the windows. Only a small amount of light was filtering through. There was a small gap which was barely just big enough to see through which Wes would look through every now and then.

There was a group of people walking past at that moment, dressed all in black. They were mainly men, accompanied by a small group of women. They all had carving knifes and machetes, swinging them back and forth as if it were merely just a toy.

One of the women turned their heads mechanically towards David's house. She was smiling sinisterly, her eyes wide with adrenaline. She had overdone her make-up so that her eyes seemed like they were dripping mascara. She waved as if she could see Wes watching her, even though it was impossible.

Stepping away from the window, Wes shook his head as if to clear it.

"What's wrong?" Beth asked, though she knew it was a stupid question. Wes didn't answer.

Everyone remained silent. There was no sound throughout the house except for everyone's uneven breathing.

The sound of a motorbike filled the silence. It zoomed past the house menacingly and soon went out of hearing. The sound of a sniper rifle followed soon after and hit the metal grates on the windows and doors. Everyone jumped and Beth let out a shout of surprise. Wes wrapped his arms around her but the shooting moved on to another house.

"We're okay, guys. The windows are bulletproof." Nikki said. Nobody listened.

A metal screeching sound once again filled the house. David looked up in confusion, instantly recognising the sound.

"What is that?" Wes demanded.

"It's-" David paused to listen again before turning slowly to Wes. "The garage doors."

Wes was on his feet as fast as humanly possible, Dragging Beth with him.

"What do you mean!" Nikki asked furiously.

"The garage doors are opening. That's what I mean." David snapped.

Kurt's eyes were darting frantically around the room.

"What do we do?" Blaine asked. David tiptoed towards the kitchen, pulling a gun from the back of his trousers as if he was a cop.

Everyone listened out for an indication that someone was in the building but nothing happened. Two minutes later and David finally broke the silence.

"I'm going to go and check. Stay here." David whispered. Everyone held their breath as the sound of the back door opening and closing echoed through the house.

After a minute of suspense, David called out for Blaine.

"You might want to see this." He shouted from the kitchen.

Blaine stood up, leaving Kurt staring after him. Blaine tried to walk as calmly as possible through the kitchen and into the garage, over to David. He was still holding his gun in both hands, staring out in to the garden. There wasn't much light outside as all of the street lights were off. The only light was that of the moon and the light from the kitchen.

He looked around, wondering what David could have wanted. And then he saw it.

On the hood of his car, spray painted in crimson red, was three simple words.

"YOU CAN'T HIDE!"

"Shut the garage doors." David instructed, nodding his head in the direction of the keypad. He never took his eyes off of the front yard, watching for any sign that someone was around.

The doors slowly started to close again, filling Blaine's ears with the screeching metal sound he so hated. David lowered his arms back to his side.

"We can't stay here." Blaine said, shaking his head.

"You can't leave!" David said, turning around to face Blaine.

"Me and Kurt being here just puts you in danger. We shouldn't have even come in the first place." Blaine stated angrily.

"I won't let you leave." David said stubbornly.

"Someone knows we're here, David."

"You won't be safe outside. If you're here, I know you'll be okay." David's voice was filled with sorrow for his friend. He was shaking his head.

"If anything ever happened to you, or anyone else, I would only blame myself." Blaine stared into David's eyes, praying that he would understand.

"No." David said finally, turning around. His voice indicated that the conversation was over.

"Let them go." A voice whispered from behind them. They both spun and, there in the doorway, was Wes and Kurt. Kurt had the over night bag over his shoulder and his face no longer showed the fear he felt inside.

"Let them go." Wes said again, louder this time.

"Are you insane?" David shouted.

"It's their decision, David. We can't stop them." Although Wes' tone held authority, his face showed his innocence.

David didn't speak, just turned around as he shook his head, his gun hanging limply at his side.

"Fine." He said.

"Thank you." Blaine looked up at Wes gratefully. He moved towards him, hugged him briskly and said his goodbyes.

"Stay safe." Wes whispered, just as Kurt had to Santana.

"It was nice to meet you." Kurt said politely to Wes. Wes nodded, hoping that they would see each other again.

Kurt moved to get in the car, slamming the door behind him. David turned to watch as Blaine did the same, and nodded once. His face was stone cold.

The garage doors opened once more and Blaine didn't hesitate to drive off into the night. There was no one around much to their surprise.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence.

"I was hoping you'd have an idea." Blaine stared intently on the road, watching for any sign of activity. They were back in their neighbourhood when they heard a bloodcurdling scream. Someone ran out into the middle of the road, giving Blaine just enough time to swerve out of the way. The person, a young man around the age of twenty, stared in horror before running off again.

"Blaine." Kurt whispered. Blaine turned his gaze in Kurt's direction. A man dressed in a white doctor's coat was stood in front of the car, the headlights emphasising the red blood on his clothes.

In his hand was a bloody axe. Kurt couldn't see his face and he didn't want to. Blaine's mind was going into over drive. He started to reverse the car. The man didn't move.

Blaine spun the car around and drove back down the deserted roads.

"I'm going to drive down one of the back roads." Blaine stated but Kurt was hardly listening. His heart was beating so fast.

And then the car started to slow down.

"Shit, Shit, Shit!" Blaine shouted, making Kurt jump.

"What is it?" Kurt asked, startled.

"We're running out of gas." Blaine said, his voice unsteady. He drove around the empty streets, looking for somewhere to park.

He pulled up and looked around. They were in a parking lot outside an old supermarket. As far as Blaine could see, there was no one around.

"We can't just stay here, Blaine. We're out in the open." Kurt said.

"I know that. But we don't have enough gas to drive anywhere else."

"Here," Kurt said, passing his husband the black bag. It was heavier than last time, "Wes gave us some more ammo."

Blaine ripped open the bag and pulled out an automatic rifle.

"Please tell me you know how to use that." Kurt said warily.

"Sure. I mean, I've used it in video games. How different can it be?" Blaine was clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"Will you be able to use this?" Blaine asked, handing Kurt one of the hand guns.

"I'm not made of porcelain, Blaine." Kurt rolled his eyes and took the gun.

"Put this one in your pocket. You might need two." Blaine said, handing him another. Kurt took it carefully, holding it as it if could go off at any moment. He tucked it into one of the many pockets on his jacket.

"You ready?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded and gulped visibly.

"It's just like a video game. Just pretend it's a video game." Blaine whispered under his breathe. He opened his car door, looking around. He still couldn't see anyone.

He held the gun in front of him at all times, ready to shoot if he needed to. The thought made him sick. The Purge was sick.

"Stay by me at all times." Blaine whispered to Kurt. Kurt nodded, looking around. He held the gun awkwardly in his right hand.

Blaine looked up at the buildings surrounding him. There didn't seem to be anyone on top of them.

"What are you looking for?" Kurt asked.

"Snipers."

They walked slowly through the streets, careful to not make a sound. The sound of a vehicle alerted them of someone's presence and they pressed their backs against a wall, not breathing.

The cold seeped through Kurt's jacket, stinging his skin. His heart was beating so hard it was all he could hear. Blaine squeezed his hand, his breathing just as erratic as Kurt's. Blaine was certain they had been spotted when the car stopped about fifty feet away. He heard a door slam and, when he heard nothing else, peered around the corner. All he saw has the silhouette of a tall man, who appeared to be looking around. His head spun around in Blaine's direction and Blaine looked away hastily, hiding behind the wall.

The sound of the car door slamming echoed through the empty streets and the car started again. Blaine let out his breath and turned to Kurt.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Kurt nodded, though he didn't seem very convincing. They stepped forward again, Blaine going first. As soon as his foot stepped over the shade of the wall, he was being shot at. He looked up to see where the bullets came from, already firing his gun in that direction. He hit a window of an apartment block and heard a shout followed by silence. His eyes were wide as Kurt dragged him back behind the wall.

"Are you okay?" He demanded, just as Blaine had less than a minute ago.

"I'm fine." Blaine nodded, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. Had he just killed someone? Or just injured them? Maybe he didn't even hit them. But he would never know.

Determined to find safety, Kurt and Blaine moved on, their guns always ready to fire, their senses on full alert. They were walking along the borders of their neighbourhood, desperate to get away when they heard the shouting and laughter of a group, not far away. They ducked behind some trashcans as the group grew closer. Kurt was certain they were going to get caught.

Kurt screamed when he heard a gunshot to his left, where the group were. But Blaine covered his mouth hastily, muffling his cries. They waited in suspense as the group started moving away from them, their footsteps slowly fading away.

They were safe for now. But what other dangers lurked behind street corners?