One hour and fifty six minutes left of the Annual Purge
Kurt watched the group in front of him as Blaine's head was settled into the crook of his neck, the latter half asleep. Finn and Rachel still felt awkward as they sat among the friends, one of whom was asleep.
"You lot have had such traumatic night, if there's anything you need, just let me know," Nikki said for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Finn and Kurt both nodded, Kurt doing so awkwardly as he didn't want to startle Blaine.
From the metal grates that covered the windows, it was hard to tell what was going on outside. Kurt assumed that the sky was beginning to brighten slightly and prayed that soon the Purge would be over.
Finn had been watching Kurt for the past five minutes and he could tell that he wasn't comfortable in the house. Finn's focus moved to Wes as the man stood up abruptly, pulling his phone out of his pocket and, upon answering it, walked into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. Finn listened intently but nothing could be heard of the other man.
His gaze fell back onto Kurt, who's eyes were closed as he ran a hand up and down Blaine's back comfortingly. Rachel was leaning into Finn's side with exhaustion. As much as she wanted to sleep, she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes as she feared the nightmares which were sure to appear.
The kitchen door opened again, catching Finn's attention immediately. David stood up and walked towards his friend, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything okay?" David whispered. Wes nodded but his tense muscles and clenched jaw said otherwise.
"I'm just worried about my family," Wes managed to smile at his friend. "I'm going to go and check on Beth."
Beth had moved into one of the guest bedrooms upstairs so she could sleep without being disturbed. She was the only one who could sleep. David watched as Wes left the room, his heart swelling at the thought of his own family. He sat back on the loveseat next to Nikki, wrapping his arm around her. She was eating grapes, popping them into her mouth every now and then. The TV was on, but muted, entertaining itself.
Finn thought of his mom, who was most likely by herself back in Lima, and wondered if she was okay. As Lima was only a small town, there wasn't really that much crime on Purge night, not compared to New York. Instead of being murdered, people were mainly robbed. He sank back into the couch, Rachel moving with him, and sighed.
Blaine stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He rubbed his eyes, moving away from the comfort and warmth of his husband, who looked up and smiled at him slightly.
"You okay?" Kurt whispered. Blaine nodded, even though he wasn't. He was exhausted and scared and just wanted to go home. Blaine cracked his neck, groaning at how stiff it was.
One hour and thirty nine minutes left of the Annual Purge
The footsteps on the stairs alerted Finn that something was wrong and Wes ran into the room, looking startled. He was staring wide eyed at the group in front of him.
"The security upstairs has been turned off! All of the metal grates are lifting up!" David jumped up almost immediately.
"That's not possible! The control panel is inside, no one can get to it!" He ran out of the room, Wes following quickly after and their stampeding footsteps echoed through the now silent house. The remaining group in the living room were all stood, staring at each other in shock. They jumped and stared as the metal grates covering the windows started to lift, light from the garden lamp posts flooding the dimly lit room. Kurt, who was clutching Blaine's hand so tightly that it had gone numb, felt his blood run cold as an odd sense of Deja Vu set in. The people who opened the garage the night before must be back; they must have found a way to hack into David's security system.
The metal grates lifted sickeningly slowly, filling the room with more and more light. And as they lifted, they revealed a large group of a mask wearing cult. The masks were white with black paint around the eyes, messily painted on, and red lipstick styled paint that glinted like crimson blood. The masks reminded Finn of the Joker from Batman.
Goosebumps formed on Blaine's arms and made his hairs stand on end as he watched. The group's faces were hidden and the masks were sinister and looked like they were smiling. The people outside were all holding deadly weapons. But they weren't moving. As if in unison, they all cocked their heads to the side, making everyone's hearts beat uncontrollably.
Kurt nearly screamed when he heard a sudden gasp behind him and he span to see what it was. He covered his mouth with his hand to muffle his scream at what he saw.
Wes, holding a knife to David's throat, was struggling to keep a hold of a squirming David.
"Wes!" Blaine shouted when he turned to see what was wrong.
"I'm sorry," Wes said.
"Oh my god!" Nikki cried.
"Wes, let him go!" Finn said. Their words were ignored and Wes dug the knife in a little deeper. David gasped and his nails dug into Wes' arms.
"Why are you doing this!" Rachel shouted, speaking for the first time in hours. Wes nodded to the people outside the window.
"They're making me do it! You have no idea what they said they'd do other wise. They said if I didn't kill them, they'd do it themselves and make it much more painful!"
"Kill who?" Kurt asked, though he already knew the answer. Wes looked at him with nothing but sadness.
"You," He breathed. Blaine sucked in a breath and grasped onto his husbands hand. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. After everything he and Kurt had already had to endure on this torturous night, he was now being faced with his worst fear; his best friend turning on him. His blood ran cold as he thought for something to say.
Everything seemed to happen so fast after that. Finn surged forward, knocking the knife out of Wes' grasp. The three men went flying into the dining table behind them, breaking one of the polished wooden chairs as they went. David crawled out of the way, holding onto his neck and choking slightly. Kurt and Blaine ran forward, pulling him away. They pulled his hands away to reveal a small graze; he was okay. Running into Nikki's arms he buried his face into her neck and held her tightly.
On the opposite side of the room, Finn had pinned Wes to the floor and repeatedly punched him in the jaw. There was a smashing sound from behind them, and the five who weren't currently occupied span around to see the windows had been smashed. The larger group had disappeared and only six remained now. Rachel, who until very recently kept quite, screamed angrily and stormed into the kitchen. Blaine watched her go in shock and she reappeared with a large carving knife. Blaine passed Kurt and David, the latter immediately started shooting whilst Nikki ducked, a small sob escaping her mouth. Rachel, who was stood the closest to the door, shrieked when Beth appeared at the foot of the steps, a knife in her hand. She took one look at Wes, who was still fighting with Finn, and glared at Rachel. She ran forward, her knife raised, and before she hit her target, Blaine knocked Rachel out of the way, shooting a single bullet into her leg. She screamed and fell to the floor, crawling out of the room. Blaine slammed the living room door on her angrily and turned back to the open window, which revealed a deserted garden. His eyes flashed to Kurt, who was helping Rachel calm down. She assured him she was fine and ran to Finn, trying to pry him off of Wes. The latter was pretty much unconscious and Finn pushed him away. He let Rachel help him up. A few bruises were starting to form on his face and arms but other than that he seemed fine. He sighed and looked over to Kurt. Kurt only saw guilt in his eyes, as if Finn felt he had brought this on Kurt. Knowing this, Kurt shook his head lightly and took a hold of Blaine's hand for comfort.
The room was tense and the house no longer held the warmth or feeling of comfort as it once did. And as if it couldn't get any worse, David knelt down beside Wes and whispered one word; "Why?"
Wes shook his head as much as he could without it hurting and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He closed his eyes as if it was too bright and turned his face into the carpet. His hand slipped into David's and he pulled a small gun from the waistband of his pants and handed it to David.
"'M sorry," He mumbled intelligibly before drifting off into a painless sleep. No one knew if he would wake up. David stood up suddenly and threw the gun at the wall. It shattered at the force and fell to the floor. David covered his mouth and turned away from his friends. This wasn't how he imagined the night going. He knew it was always hard but he never could've imagined this happening.
Before he could wallow in self pity or even mourn the death of his friend, the room exploded with glass. The group fell to the floor, covering their heads to protect themselves. The room was lighter, the rising sun flooding the room with what should be warm rays. But the fact the sun could get in meant one thing; the back windows had been blown up. Kurt lifted his head and immediately wished he hadn't. Staring right at him was the face of a stranger. Any other day, his small smile would've seemed welcoming and nice. But not today.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered.
"Get upstairs!" David hissed, pushing Nikki and Rachel up from the floor. The ran as fast they could, tumbling on the way. Blaine pulled Kurt up and Finn pushed them out of the door and they ran upstairs. Kurt tripped on the way, jumping when he heard some gunshots behind him. He prayed that David was okay. Nikki lead them up a second flight of stairs up into the attack. It was dark and dusty but she find the window that opened up onto the roof. She scuttles onto the roof, her foot slipping slightly. But she secured her footing and held out a hand for Rachel, who was pushed gently onto the roof by Finn. Kurt was next, and then Blaine and David and Finn was last. He slammed the window shut and kept his gun trained on it just in case.
Everyone was shaking and slightly out of breath from rushing through the house so quickly. Kurt settled himself beside Rachel and Blaine, trying to sit in a safe position. Blaine tried to peer over the edge of the slanted roof to spot the Purger's but it seemed he leaned too far forward and lost his footing. He slipped down the roof, clawing his nails along the tiles for support. But there was nothing to cling on to and, just by an inch, his fingers looked onto the drain pipe just before he fell off the side of the building.
"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, reaching for his husband. His hand wrapped around Blaine's wrist but as much as he tried, he couldn't pull him up by himself.
He screamed through his teeth as Blaine tried to pull himself up. But it was no good. A strong pair of hands reached around Kurt and, with a lot of effort, managed to pull Blaine up onto the roof. Once he was safe, Finn moved back to the small window with his gun.
Everybody was shaking, despite the warm air outside. The sun was starting to rise, it's golden and pink rays highlighting the sky. But it was hard to appreciate something so beautiful when they were so close to danger. The window rattled, as if someone was pushing on it, and Finn sat down on top of it, panicking. David helped him and soon, the Purger on the other side gave up, but they couldn't relax. They couldn't let themselves, not again. They couldn't lose anyone else.
They could see the Purger's down below, and they were arguing. One of them got pushed and fell to the ground and, as she pushed herself up from the ground, spotted the small group on the roof. She alerted her friends, clapping excitedly. Two men raised their guns, and a faint clicking noise could be heard.
This was it. They had survived the night but ironically they were still going to die. There was no where they could hide now. Blaine sucked in a deep breath and hid in the crevice of Kurt's neck.
"I love you," He whispered, his voice cracking.
And then a loud, piercing noise filled the sky. But it wasn't a gun shot. It was the siren; the Purge was other. They were safe!
The Purger's below sighed angrily and started to leave the garden, a few turning back and swearing up at the group. But no one was afraid of them. They couldn't do anything, not now.
Sat on the roof, the pink and orange rays of the rising sun painted the sky and the group all huddled together, hugging and holding hands. They lost people, friends and family, but at least they were safe. Everything was okay.