Five hours and eight minutes left of the Annual Purge

When they reached the park Santana had told them about, Brittany ran up to the group that consisted of Kurt, Blaine, Santana, Rachel and Finn. She threw her arms around Santana.

"I didn't know if you were coming back," She breathed.

"I promised you I would," Santana replied. When the two pulled apart, Brittany noticed the rest of the group.

"Hey! I thought you were staying at home?" Brittany said, spotting Kurt and Blaine. They both shook their heads, knowing that Santana would fill Brittany in on their story.

"Who are you guys?" Brittany asked.

"I'm Finn and this is Rachel," Finn said awkwardly.

"It's nice to meet you," Brittany said, shaking their hands. She turned to Santana and began explaining something Kurt didn't understand. He was exhausted and just wanted to go back home.

"You guys can go and sit down. I'll be over in a minute." Santana called over her shoulder as she walked away. They stood around awkwardly, each of them feeling out of place. Looking around, Kurt could see that there was at least one hundred people there, most of them looking cheerful. They sat down under a tree, as far away from everyone as possible.

"Do you think we should stay here?" Rachel asked Finn in a hushed voice.

"Yes. I think this is the safest option," Finn said. Kurt leaned against the tree trunk, momentarily shutting his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, laying his head on his husbands shoulder. Kurt automatically wrapped his arm around Blaine, his hand resting on his hip.

"I don't know," Kurt whispered, not wanting to admit how scared he was. Blaine always got far too worried about him.

"You're allowed to feel weak you know. You don't have to pretend you're okay," Blaine murmured, seeing right through Kurt's façade.

"And what about you? How do you feel?" Kurt asked. He had always got the sense that Blaine was a lot stronger than him, emotionally and physically. But Blaine always told him he was equally as strong, if not more.

"Utterly terrified."

"I'd like to tell you everything's going to be okay," Kurt said, not feeling very optimistic.

"But?" Blaine asked, expecting Kurt to carry on.

"And that's it. It's only one night and we only have a couple of hours left but a lot can happen in that amount time," Kurt said.

"I think we're going to be okay. I really do," Blaine tried to make the words sound as truthful as possible but he didn't know to what extent he believed them.

Santana walked towards them, looking like a super model with the wind blowing her hair. She had a gun strapped over her shoulder.

"Okay, so a bunch of us are going out again. I'll be going of course and I think you guys should come too." Santana said, looking at Finn and Rachel.

"The streets are way to dangerous!" Finn protested, leaning forward. Santana held up a hand to silence him.

"I'm only saying this because I don't really trust everyone here. All the people I do trust are coming with me. We might all be here for the same reason but I don't know how angry these people really are. And you two are the biggest target," She said, still looking at Finn and Rachel. Their expressions were both perplexed.

"You didn't tell them?" Santana asked Kurt and Blaine, who both shook their heads. She sighed and rolled her eyes before turning back to Finn and Rachel.

"Everyone here is either gay, lesbian, transsexual and all the other sexualities. As far as I can see, you two are the only straight people here. We're Purging tonight because we are sick and tired of homophobic bastards thinking it's okay to kill us!" Santana said, her eyes darkening.

"So you're Purging for revenge?" Finn asked, his expression unreadable. He turned to Kurt. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"He didn't have to tell you anything!" Blaine said defensively, hating the way Finn spoke to Kurt. Finn glared before turning back to Santana.

"Fine. We'll go."

"Okay. And what about you guys?" Santana asked, turning back to Kurt and Blaine. They glanced at each other briefly and nodded. They were safe with Santana.

"We're leaving in five. There's a whole load of bullets in that car if you need to reload," Santana stated, pointing to a van not too far away before walking off again. Finn picked up the rifle at his side and checked the bullet stock. Without saying a word, he walked off angrily, his left hand balled into a fist.

"I'm sorry for his behaviour. He shouldn't have snapped at you like that," Rachel broke the silence, looking up at Kurt.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled shyly. He appreciated that Rachel was as least trying to make an effort. She smiled back before looking after Finn. She watched him for several minutes, her heart pounding in her chest. He turned around and made his way back to the tree. Once there, he handed Blaine a box of bullets.

"I thought you'd need these," Finn said. He was still angry, his jaw clenched.

"Thanks," Blaine said without emotion, accepting the box. He stocked up his guns, and then Kurt's, as they waited for Santana to tell them they were going.

Kurt was watching said person from a distance, wondering how she was so calm on this deadly night. Maybe it was just a mask. Was she really just as scared as Kurt on the inside?

She was holding Brittany's hand as the latter worked on computers, using her free hand to type. Brittany turned to Santana, smiling, and leaned in to kiss her cheek.

"I don't know how she does it," Kurt said, still watching the couple.

"What's that?" Blaine asked, looking up.

"I don't understand how she can leave Brittany. She said it herself, she doesn't trust most people here. If it was me I would be worrying about you all the time, wondering if you were safe." Kurt tried to picture it but the image wouldn't form in his head.

"She also said being here is a lot safer than being on the streets," Blaine said. Kurt didn't understand why they were even going with Santana when they could just stay where they were. He thought about trying to convince Blaine to stay but realised that Finn was the reason. He barely knew the man yet something made him want to. Finn had a strangely brotherly aura that Kurt found endearing, in a platonic way. He wouldn't be content knowing Finn and Rachel were out there somewhere. He wondered if, if they even survived, would they see Finn again after this terrible night?

Four hours land forty six minutes left of the Annual Purge

"Brittany was able to hack into the CCTV cameras around this area. We've sussed out the Purger's who are killing gay people and that's who we're trying to find."

Santana explained as she lead the way through the streets. The group she lead consisted up of around ten people, including Kurt and the others. They were making their way to the apartment block in which Santana, Kurt and Blaine lived. Brittany had kept tabs on it all night and so far no one had been hurt. The Purger's searched the neighbourhood, looking for anyone to kill. Most people stayed inside, knowing what would happen if they went outside.

The group had devised a plan of sorts before they left their 'camp'. A small amount of people would break off into groups and each group would attack from a different direction. Santana had even arranged to create a distraction so that she could sneak up the back stairs and head to the roof. From up high she would shoot as many people as possible.

When Kurt and Blaine agreed to accompany Santana on her trip, they didn't know at the time they were expected to shoot people. Kurt immediately tried to back out but Blaine insisted that they go.

"We don't actually have to shoot people," He had said. Whilst Kurt still didn't like the idea, he knew Blaine felt safer with Santana.

"Kurt!" Someone whisper-shouted behind him. He spun around to see where the voice had come from. It was Finn, who was making his way through the crowd of people.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have gotten so worked up," Kurt wondered if perhaps Rachel had asked Finn to apologize or if he had told himself to.

"It's fine, really," Kurt said. He looked up to see that they were nearly at the back of the group as they had stopped to talk.

"It's not. You've really helped me out tonight and I am so grateful for that!" Finn said thankfully. Kurt was momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth to speak but Finn interrupted him.

"Watch out!" He pushed Kurt out of the way and threw a punch in that direction. Staring in shock, Kurt watched as Finn's fist met the face of an attacker who had attempted to stab Kurt. The man fell to the floor and Finn didn't hesitate to shoot him. The gun shot echoed through the streets. The group in front turned around in sync, all of them wanting to see what had happened. Blaine pushed his way through the crowd, desperate to know Kurt was okay. Rachel was right behind him. The two visibly relaxed when they saw that their partners were okay.

"Is everything okay?" It was Santana, stepping forward. She looked down at the dead body, blood pooling around it. She set her jaw.

"Come on, we don't have time for this." She said sternly. The group parted like the red sea, making a path way for her. Blaine and Kurt followed, Kurt still slightly shaken up, and Finn and Rachel after them. Finn was trying to convince Rachel he was okay.

"You still think this is a good idea?" Kurt asked. He willed his hands to stop shaking so that Blaine wouldn't worry as much.

Blaine shook his head. He knew they couldn't leave now.

"When we get to the apartment I think we should go with Santana to the roof. I think it's a lot safer," Blaine whispered so that no one could hear.

Kurt nodded and looked at Santana who was just a few feet away.

Four hours and twenty three minutes left of the Annual Purge

Santana crept around the back of the all too familiar building. Her heart was pounding. She wasn't entirely sure her plan would work and was worried about how many people would get hurt.

She waited for the signal (three gun shots) and got ready to run. She could see the back door from the line of cars she was crouched behind. At that moment it was guarded by two people, one man and one woman. They looked liked ordinary people, dressed casually. Santana heard a rustle behind her and tried to spin around as fast as possible. It was only Kurt and Blaine, moving to crouch next to her.

"We thought you might need some help," Blaine whispered. Santana nodded gratefully. The two men beside her both carried guns. Blaine, just like Santana, had a rifle. Kurt had only a hand gun which wouldn't be useful for shooting from the rooftops. Santana knew how Kurt felt about the Purge and wasn't surprised that he wasn't going to kill anyone.

"Oh god," Blaine whispered, covering his mouth. His expression was horrified.

"What is it?" Santana asked. She looked around to see what was bothering him. Santana looked at Kurt who was just as perplexed as she was.

"Over there," Blaine nodded to the two people guarding the back doors. "I teach their kids."

Kurt was filled with sorrow for his husband. He had no idea what it felt like; The parents of the children he has taught and protected are trying to kill him. Kurt recalled what Blaine had said before the start of the Purge: "I heard some of the parents at school and their planning something, Kurt. We're not safe."

Three gun shots were fired and the three watched as the pair guarding the back door looked at each other before moving from their positions. They walked slowly, pressed against the wall, and peered round it. They then disappeared.

Santana didn't waste anytime. She ran forward and threw the back door open. She had her gun ready in case anyone was inside. Kurt and Blaine weren't far behind her and they shut the door once they were inside so that no one could creep up on them. They ran up the endless amount of stairs, passing their apartments on the way. They didn't have enough time to see if any damage had come to them.

They finally made it to the roof. There was already someone there and he turned at the sound of the door swinging shut. The look of horror in his eyes didn't last long as a single bullet hit him in the head. Santana, Kurt and Blaine checked the roof to make sure there was no one else there.

"Help me pick him up. I'm going to throw him over the edge," Santana said gravely. Blaine and Kurt stared at her in horror.

"What?" She asked angrily. Blaine didn't want to anger her further and so he helped her, trying not to throw-up in the process. They pushed the lifeless body over the edge of the roof and watched as he fell, his body landing on the roof of someone's car. The impact made a large dent in the car, the front window smashed and the car alarm wailed over the sound of bullets and shouts of protest.

Down bellow, Santana watched as her friends were either shooting or being shot at. As quickly as possible, she set up her sniper and fired her first bullet. It missed the target, her aim slightly off.

Kurt felt sick as he watched. Blaine looked at him apologetically as he also set up his gun. Whilst Blaine didn't agree with the Purge, he thought Santana's 'scheme' was justified. Not that he would ever tell Kurt that. Blaine thought about the children he taught at school. They were so sweet, so innocent. And Santana was killing their parents, shooting them down as if it meant nothing to her.

"Stop!" Blaine said. He dropped his gun to the floor and watched Santana's sinister expression.

"This is wrong! This isn't a war, Santana." But that's what it felt like. He felt like he had been sent off to war, to shoot the apposing team. And for what?

"Then why did you come? Did you think we were just going to sit down and talk about it? They deserve it!" She shouted. Kurt watched as the two of them stood their ground. They were both equally as stubborn. The only difference was that Santana was holding a loaded gun.

"You said just like them!" Blaine shouted.

Santana glared at him, about to speak, when the door the rusted metal door swung open.