A Dangerous Game
Chapter Twenty-Two: False Calm
"Blaine," Kurt mumbled, stretching out and yawning. He sat up, his eyelids heavy with leftover sleep. "How long wa…" he yawned, "was I asleep?"
"Not long," Blaine said, kissing his forehead, and then, when Kurt looked up at him, his lips. "I was actually thinking of joining you. It's getting late."
The sun was setting, so it wasn't that late. But after a long day in the sun it just seemed that way. The light was casting a multitude of golden hued colors on the water, looking like liquid gold. "It's beautiful." Kurt whispered.
"Yeah," Blaine agreed quietly, his voice dark, all emotional undertones closed off.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked, sitting up. He watched Blaine with round blue eyes.
Blaine cleared his throat, "There were two cannon shots while you were asleep."
"So that means…"
"There are only three of us left. Kurt I think this is our last night in the Games…" then he added silently, our last night together.
Kurt seemed to understand. Everything had boiled down to that moment. They couldn't pretend anymore. By this time the next day, only one person would be leaving the arena. Kurt sniffed, "I love you so much," he said, his voice choked with emotion.
"I will always love you," Blaine embraced him tightly. "You're the love of my life. No matter what happens," he whispered in his ear, "I want you to know that my love will always be in your heart and yours in mine." He paused, and then burst out laughing, "That was really cheesy wasn't it."
Kurt giggled, "It really was." He leaned and kissed him, taking time to memorize the way Blaine's lips felt on his.
"It's working!" Jesse popped his head out of the ship, looking very pleased with himself. He gestured for his two companions to reenter the ship, which, while he was working, he had declared a Finn-Free Zone. April had gotten bored of looking over Jesse's shoulder and had gone outside with Finn after a few minutes.
Finn retook his seat next to Jesse, but was careful to exaggerate putting his hands as far away from the controls as possible. Jesse shook his head, and pointed Finn back to the rear seat. April happily took his place in the front.
The ship shakily lifted itself off the ground, dipping slightly then straightening itself out. "Right, let's get out of here." He moved the ship up to the sky where it belonged, branches scratching the bottom. Jesse winced at the sound wondering how much more damage the trees were doing to the hull. He flipped a button and was rewarded with a cheerful beep. "Looks like the auto pilot is still working. We should be at the Arena…"
"Hey Jesse… have a look at this." Finn was looking intently at a display in the back, a very worried expression on his face.
Jesse growled, getting up from his seat and stalking over to Finn, "What is it Hudson?" He looked over Finn's shoulder and his eyes widened. On the radar there were five little dots closing in on them from all directions. Jesse swore; they had no way to run.
Seneca Crane was getting tired of this, of waiting. The two lover boys were lying by the seaside like they didn't have a care in the world and Sebastian Smythe was on the other side of the Cornucopia completely unaware that his prey were but only an hour's walk away. And it was Crane's job to make sure that they didn't meet, because Snow wanted them as 'bait'! It was infuriating!
The phone rang and Crane snatched it up before his workers could even register the sound. "Yes?"
"They're not needed anymore; the problem has been taken care of. End it."
"Very good, sir." This was going to be fun.