A Dangerous Game

Chapter Five: Rooftop

Kurt slowly opened the door to his room, glad to find it unlocked. He slipped out quietly, closing it gently behind so anyone passing by would think he was inside asleep. His socked feet padded on the ground, hardly making any noise, but sounding like thunder to Kurt. He crossed the room, casting one quick glance over his shoulder before leaving the apartment.

The hallway outside wasn't lit, but Kurt knew where he was going and made his way to the elevator. The doors slid open for him, emitting an electronic beep. Kurt shushed it, silly with excitement. He stepped inside, pressing the button for the roof. The elevator obeyed, speeding upwards. Kurt's heart was beating fast in his chest. His mind seemed bent on contradicting itself. One half was begging for him to turn back and not to get attached, the other was begging him to live while he could. He listened to the latter.

The elevator stopped, doors sweeping open with another cheerful ding.

Kurt gasped. Blaine had been busy. Somehow he had managed to get a pile of pillows and blankets up there. He had trimmed flowers off the potted plants and arranged them around the blankets.

"This is incredible!" Kurt smiled. He ran over to Blaine and threw his arms around his neck, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

Blaine couldn't help but notice how Kurt's bright blue eyes shone in the moonlight. "I thought we could watch the stars."

Kurt laughed, "I have a better plan." They slowly knelt on the pile of pillows, holding each other tight.

The next morning, Kurt awoke to Blaine's warm arms wrapped around him. He kept his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure. His body was bare, but the blankets kept him warm, along with the heat from Blaine's equally naked body.

A bird was singing. Kurt sat up, eyes wide. "What was that?"

Blaine moaned at the loss of body heat. "It was just a bird, go back to sleep."

"The sun is rising," Kurt insisted, getting up and wrapping one of the blankets around himself, "we can't stay here."

Blaine sighed, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "No one will be looking for us yet, come lay back down."

Kurt shook his head. "We can't stay here," he repeated.

"But I don't want last night to end." Blaine said, pulling him back down. Kurt laughed joyfully as Blaine rolled on top of him.

They kissed, slowly and passionately. "Me neither," Kurt admitted.

Blaine sat up, leaning against the wall, Kurt resting against his chest, "We could run, go away together."

For a moment Kurt allowed himself to daydream about living his life with Blaine, free from the Capitol and from the restraints of District Eight. But that's what it was: just a dream. "We'd never get out of the Capitol."

"Then you go," Blaine insisted desperately, "there's more chance of just one of us escaping. Then I'll win and I'll find you."

"Or we could just stay here and barricade the door," Kurt said sarcastically. He sighed, nestling closer to Blaine's chest, "It won't work Blaine."

"But, I love you," Blaine whispered.

"I love you too," Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine's hair which was now freed from its gel.

"I can't... live without you."

"I know," Kurt sighed, "neither can I." His eyes glittered with tears, "I-I have to go." He got up, quickly dressing. At the elevator door he paused, looking back, "Please survive this, okay?"

"We'll be the last ones," Blaine insisted, "and we won't... We couldn't..."

"Of course not," Kurt leaned against the door frame, tears in his eyes.

"So they'll have to let us go," hope filled Blaine's voice.

Kurt didn't have the heart to tell him that if they weren't killed by the tributes then the Gamemakers would orchestrate their deaths, so he simply said "Good luck, Blaine." He turned to go, reaching for the level eight button.

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine scrambled to his feet grabbing Kurt's hand before he could push the button. "Promise me you'll live,"

"Only if you promise me the same," Kurt whispered.

They leaned in, kissing desperately. "I promise," both said.