Five hours and seventeen minutes left of the Annul Purge
As the rusty door swung open, Kurt bolted out of the way. He knew he was out of view. Staring at the horrified faces of Blaine and Santana, he wondered who it was. Santana immediately raised her gun, her expression turning ice cold. The man stepped forward so that Kurt could see the back of him. Kurt noted that Blaine's gun was on the floor and his heart pounded.
"Put your gun down," The man said sternly. He had a British accent, slightly tainted. Santana didn't move.
Blaine stared wide-eyed at the man. He knew who he was; one of the parents that had been guarding the door. His name was Luke. Blaine tried his hardest not to glance at Kurt; He didn't want Luke to know that Kurt was there.
"I swear to god I'll shoot you!" Santana said, her voice holding no emotion. Blaine watched as the man stared at Santana, not paying attention to Blaine.
The man smiled sickeningly and pointed the gun at Blaine without taking his eyes off of Santana. Blaine's breath hitched in his throat.
"Would you really put your friend in danger? You wouldn't shoot me," Luke grinned.
"Try me," Santana glanced at Blaine before quickly looking away.
"It seems we've reached an impasse," Luke said, still smiling.
"Why are you here?" Santana asked, her voice thick.
"Why do you think?" Luke tilted his head to the side. There was nothing but silence as Santana and Luke stared at each other, ready to pull the trigger on their guns.
Blaine felt utterly weak. There was nothing he could do; if he moved he was sure to be shot. He looked over at Kurt who slowly walking forward, trying not make a noise. Blaine shook his head slightly. Kurt ignored him and continued to walk forward, raising his gun. A single tear rolled down Blaine's cheek.
The silence continued and Luke's smile grew wider as he could see Santana glancing at Blaine every couple of seconds. He was about to speak when he heard the click of a gun behind him. He spun around instantly and Blaine took advantage of Luke's distraction. He ran forward, pushing Luke to the floor. The gun in Luke's hand fell at Kurt's feet, and he kicked it out of reach.
Blaine punched Luke square in the face and he felt the sickening crunch of bone. Luke shouted out in pain and shoved Blaine off of him. Santana shot at Luke but nothing happened; she was out of bullets. She screamed internally and ran forward. She smashed Luke over the head with the barrel of her gun. He fell to the floor again, clutching the side of his face. When he pulled his hand away it was covered in blood.
"Bitch!" He screamed. Luke jumped up and pushed Santana to the floor. She tried to get back up and received a firm kick in the stomach.
When Luke turned around he saw Kurt helping Blaine up from the floor. He rushed forward and kicked out at Kurt's feet, knocking him over. As Kurt fell, his gun slipped from his hand. He ignored the pain that shot through his body and reached for the gun but Luke was quicker. Blaine, running forward, kicked Luke from behind, making him stumble and fall. The man gripped the gun firmly. Luke wasted no time; he jumped up and pointed the gun at Blaine.
"Don't you fucking move!" Luke said, looking directly at Kurt. Blood dripped from Luke's nose. It was definitely broken. A sickening smile covered Luke's face as he looked between Kurt and Blaine. He moved forward, the gun still pointing at Blaine, and picked up his own gun from where it lay on the floor. He walked past Blaine and knelt down beside Kurt, who was kneeling on the floor. He pressed the gun to Kurt's temple. Kurt locked his jaw, glaring daggers at the man above him.
"Shoot him." Luke said, passing Kurt the other gun. Kurt looked at Blaine in horror.
"You heard me," Luke sneered. "Do it!"
"Don't even think about shooting me. Make one move and I blow your brains out!" Luke said. Kurt looked up at Blaine, tears forming in his eyes.
Kurt shook his head defiantly. The gun pressed even harder into his temple.
"Do it!" Luke growled. Kurt didn't say anything. Luke cocked the gun. Kurt's mind was racing as he tried to think of something to do.
"No!" Blaine shouted, stepping forward. Moving on autopilot, Kurt managed to dart out of the way just as two shots were fired. He was on his feet and in Blaine's arms before he knew what he was doing.
Blaine held Kurt possessively, looking up to see Luke staring across the roof in shock. Before Blaine had a chance to see what Luke was staring at, he fell to the floor. Thud. Luke fell to the ground and behind him stood David, shovel in hand, breathing heavily.
"I guess he didn't know what hit him," David said breathlessly, a small smirk covering his face. Blaine stared at Luke's limp body, and at David, and back down to Luke.
Before Blaine could ask any of the questions that were flooding his mind, Kurt gasped and moved from the comfort of Blaine's arms. Blaine spun around to see Kurt kneeling down beside Santana a couple of metres away. She had been shot.
His hands were already covered in blood as he pressed them against her stomach, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Santana," He managed to blurt out. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. She was trying to push herself up, groaning in pain.
"Santana, stop!" Kurt said, pushing her gently down. He was crying, even as he saw the defiant look in Santana's eyes. But she was dying, blood still spurting from her wounds. She dropped down onto her back and let out a muffled cry. The colour had began to leave her cheeks as she continued to moan in pain.
"Don't let her die," She said. Kurt didn't have to ask to know who Santana was talking about. She was talking about Brittany.
"We won't," Blaine whispered, taking Santana's hand. She nodded and took a deep, shaky breath. The colour had started to drain from her eyes and Kurt knew she only had minutes left. He tried to stop crying as Blaine's hand rubbed soothing circles on his back, trying to comfort him.
Santana's hold on Blaine's hand tightened painfully as she took another gasp of pain. Blaine winced as even more blood trickled from her bullet wounds and onto the cold floor of the roof. No one spoke. No one knew what to say.
Blaine was aware of David standing behind him awkwardly, not knowing what to do. He was also aware of the fact that Luke had only been knocked out and could wake up at any given moment.
Kurt refused to let go of Santana. If she was going to die, he wouldn't let her die alone. If Brittany wasn't there to hold her, Kurt would be.
Eventually Santana's grip on Blaine's hand loosened, falling onto his lap. Her face was drained of colour, her eyes staring lifelessly into space. With a muffled cry, Kurt shut her eyes. Maybe that way he could convince himself that she was just sleeping, that she would wake up soon.
Crying into Blaine's shoulder, Kurt let himself succumb to his emotions. The only sound that could be heard was that of Kurt's cries and sobs, muffled by Blaine's shirt. The mayhem down below was barely audible and Blaine wondered if perhaps it was over. He didn't know how long was left of the Purge but he prayed that it would be over soon.
Two hours and twenty three minutes left of the Annual Purge
Still on the roof top, David was filling the two boys in on the events of his night.
"And after you guys left, Wes started freaking out. Beth tried to calm him down but that set him off even more. Then he had a panic attack. I knew he wouldn't be okay until I got you two back. So I went out to find you. I eventually found your car but you weren't around. I tried to find you but no matter what I did I couldn't find you. I somehow managed to stay out of trouble. I came here to find you but you weren't in your apartment. And then, as if by some miracle, I noticed you walking up to the roof. So I followed you. I heard everything, and when I realised you were in trouble I ran to one of the store cupboards and grabbed this shovel."
Blaine looked at the shovel in David's hand, let out a shaky breath, and pulled his old friend into a tight hug. The fact that David would risk his own life to come and find Blaine made the latter want to cry. Kurt's hand, tightly holding Blaine's, loosened slightly as Blaine hugged David.
"I shouldn't have let you two leave. I don't know why Wes told me to let you. I know he's upset about it. If anything happened to you guys, he would've blamed himself, no doubt about it," David said. "We should leave. My car is down in the parking lot."
"We can't leave her," Kurt whispered. Blaine glanced over at Santana's lifeless body and felt tears form in his eyes. He blinked them back, nodded at Kurt, and bent down to pick up his friend. Her skin was cold against Blaine's. He was already covered in her blood, and now his shirt was beginning to look unrecognisable.
Blaine felt sick but he tried to ignore the churning in his stomach as the trio made their way down the stairs. They passed Santana's apartment, and then their own, and continued to walk. It took about five minutes until they reached the bottom and Blaine's arms were starting to ache.
"Do you know where I'm driving to?" David asked. Kurt tried to recall the direction in which they came as the sneaked out of the back doors. David's car was around the corner, out of sight. They could hear voices around the front of the building and froze as they realised they were coming closer, around the corner and towards them. As three people rounded the corner, Kurt sucked in a breath. It was Brittany.
She recognised the body in Blaine's arms immediately and a hand flew up to cover her mouth, muffling a sob. She ran forward, the two men behind her also running after her.
"What happened?" Brittany managed to ask through sobs. Blaine gently placed Santana onto the ground, half in Brittany's lap.
"I'm so sorry, Britt," Blaine said. The woman cried into Santana's dead body, kissing her cheeks and lips. But nothing she did would bring her back. Brittany eventually stopped crying enough to speak.
"Please leave. I want to be alone."
"Britt, I'm not sure-" One of the men behind her started to say but he stopped when she turned to glare at him. He nodded once, taking the arm of the other man and walking out of site.
"Sorry, Britt," Kurt whispered as the three walked away, leaving her to pine over Santana's death. As they neared David's car, one thought struck Blaine.
"Where's Finn and Rachel?" Kurt looked up at him with wide eyes. After everything that had happened that night, he didn't want anything bad to have happened to the two.
"Who are they?" David asked. Blaine waved his question off as he ran around to the front of the building. Other than a small group of people that were waiting for Brittany, some looking extremely upset over the death of Santana, Finn and Rachel were out of site. Kurt and David joined Blaine's side, scanning the crowd. It was hard to ignore some of the dead bodies on the floor. There weren't as many as Kurt would've expected but he was happy about that small fact.
"Who the hell am I looking for?" David mumbled, pretending to scan the crowds. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Kurt and Blaine, who were looking around frantically.
"Over there!" Kurt pointed in the direction of a mass of trees and shrubbery, where two bodies were walking away, one limping slightly. It was hard to see from this distance, but Kurt was sure that was them.
The trio ran forward as quietly as possible. There was always the possibility that it wasn't Finn and Rachel, and that would lead to more trouble. As they neared closer, it became increasingly obvious that the freakishly tall male and rather small female were most definitely Finn and Rachel. Kurt called out for them and they spun around in confusion and shock, until they realised who it was. A small smile appeared on Finn's face.
"Why are you limping?" Kurt asked, checking his body for injuries.
"Some one stood on my foot," Finn grinned.
"We're so glad you're both okay," Blaine said, smiling at both Finn and Rachel.
"We looked for you but we didn't know where you were. We asked Brittany and she said that maybe you were with Santana, but we didn't know where she was either. Someone told us that the two of you had probably fled with the others. We waited for awhile but you didn't show," Rachel said.
"We were on the roof," Kurt grimaced.
"What happened?" Finn asked. Kurt shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. Rachel, noticing the man beside Kurt, asked who he was.
"A good friend. He saved us back on the roof," Blaine explained.
"We were heading back to my place. It's safe there. You're welcome to come along," David said. Finn and Rachel nodded gratefully and so the group of five headed back to the parking lot, which was now empty. Even Brittany was gone.
They didn't hesitate to get into David's car and, as they drove through the streets, no one said anything. Whether it was because no one had anything to say or they were all too exhausted, it stayed silent excusing the soft purr of David's car.
It took almost ten minutes to get back to David's house. David parked in the garage, who's doors had been opened by Wes. Once the garage was safely shut and locked up, Wes pulled Blaine into a tight hug, and then David, and then Kurt. He was almost crying as he gushed over how worried he had been. He greeted Finn and Rachel welcomingly, not questioning whether they were safe or not. He trusted Blaine's judgement.
Once they were back inside the warm house, Kurt sank down onto one of the soft sofa's, cuddling into Blaine's side. Beth was asleep on one of the other sofa's and Nikki was greeting David with open arms and kisses. Finn and Rachel stood awkwardly as introductions were made. The TV was on, playing softly I the background. Nikki sat the couple down, offering the food and drinks. They kindly accepted.
"It must've been awful out there! I've seen it one the news! Tell me everything!" She demanded. Blaine and Finn told their story to Nikki, David and Wes who were listening intently. Kurt butted it every now and then to correct them when they got minor details wrong.
But despite the feeling of warmth, comfort and safety, Kurt wouldn't let himself fall asleep. There were still two hours left of the Purge; anything could happen.