A/N: Wow, great response so far, thanks everyone!

Some warnings for this chapter: slight Klaine sexytimes (slight) and some fairly heavy violence (the violent part is in italics if you want to skip over it).

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Chapter 2

"Kurt," Blaine moaned as he came up for air from what was probably the most intense make-out session he and Kurt had ever engaged in. Blaine had, in fact, decided to show Kurt the temporary home he and Santana had been living in since they'd arrived in New Lima. The two boys hadn't wasted any time reacquainting themselves with each other, despite how exhausted Kurt was from his extended time in the wilderness.

Back in the Community, Blaine and Kurt had never risked having sex. They'd spent a lot of time exploring each other, exploring the new, wonderful feelings they didn't think they'd ever be able to experience, but taking that final step always seemed a bit too risky, especially with Blaine's status as an Official-in-training. Santana had always given them plenty of space and time, and it was something that both of them would be eternally grateful for. But now, in New Lima where there were no limitations on who could love whom, a whole new world was opening up to them.

Kurt found his hands rubbing Blaine's back, high and low, side to side, pulling him close and pushing him back, trying hard to give them both the friction that they craved. Both were still fully clothed, but Kurt could feel Blaine straining against him and if Blaine's quick intake of breath when Kurt pulled him close was any indication, Blaine could feel him too.

Kurt, lost in a kiss, allowed his hand to venture forward, dipping under Blaine's shirt and landing on his abdomen. Before he had a chance to process it, his hand froze and Kurt pulled back sharply.

"What?" Blaine asked him, confusion lacing his features. A few more seconds of silence gave him enough time to figure out what was going on. With Kurt's hand still on his abdomen, he lifted up his shirt around it.

Kurt couldn't stop the gasp that escaped his lips, or the way his other hand flew to his mouth. Blaine's wound had almost completely healed, but the damage was evident. It looked like someone had carved a half-inch deep, crescent-shaped slab of skin from Blaine's stomach. Kurt's eyes began to water.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, unable to look Blaine in the eye.

"For what?" Blaine asked, covering Kurt's hand on his stomach with his own. "Saving my life? I don't remember much from those first few weeks on the run, but Santana filled in the details. She said you were amazing, you never left my side and you did what it took to keep me alive. How can you apologize for anything?"

"You never would have been hurt if you hadn't climbed back under the fence for me," Kurt replied, his voice shaking.

"If I hadn't gone back for you I would have died without you," Blaine answered. He hated how corny it sounded, but it was true. "When San and I got here, and you weren't here, I thought I was going to die. Today is the first day I've felt alive…maybe in my entire life."

Kurt finally brought his gaze up to Blaine's and he could see that Blaine was speaking the truth. The weight on his shoulders grew a little lighter and he allowed his hand to fall from the wound.

"Besides," Blaine grinned. "Now I have a cool story to impress all the ladies with."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but let out a little giggle nonetheless. "You are such a dork."

Blaine leaned forward until his face was inches away from Kurt's. "You love it," he said, before diving in for another kiss, anxious to resume their previous activities.

Santana shot straight up from her cot, covered in sweat. It was the middle of the night, and she'd just had the same nightmare she'd been having every night for weeks now.

She walks up and down the row of frightened prisoners. They are on their knees, bound and gagged, looking up at her with frightened, pleading eyes. She doesn't care. She stares at each of them; men, women, children, all with the same icy, heartless glare. She's here to do a job, and she finds that she has absolutely no emotional attachment to any of these people.

As she passes a young woman, probably in her twenties, the woman tries to speak through her gag. Santana pauses in her step. Crouching down, she removes the gag and looks at the woman expectantly.

"Please don't kill me, Officer," the woman pleads. "I have a newborn at home, and—"

The woman is cut off as Santana roughly pushes the gag back in place. She has no sympathy for the woman's plight. Standing back up, she doesn't think twice about pulling out her gun and placing a bullet directly into her forehead. The woman is dead instantly. The other prisoners make garbled whimpers and begin to shift in their places.

There's no point in wasting any more time. Santana pulls her weapon back out, and starting at the beginning of the row, she shoots each prisoner in the same place as the first, pausing only to reload halfway down the line.

As she reaches the end of the row, she sees someone she hadn't expected. Last in line is her little sister, Marina. She favors Santana so much, especially in the eyes, which are silently begging her sister not to go through with it. Santana feels the smallest bit of reluctance tugging at her, but it's not enough to stop her from placing the gun directly against her sister's forehead. She starts to pull the trigger, but decides at the last second that she won't do it, and she can't even remember how she got into this situation, killing all of these innocent people.

Her decision to stop doesn't matter though, it's too late. The hair trigger responds and the gun goes off with a bang.

Santana looked around the tiny tent space frantically, searching for Marina. She finds her, sleeping soundly right next to her. Santana let out a long-held breath and drew her knees up, resting her forehead against them. Every night it was the same, and every night it felt so real. The nightmare had started the night after she and Blaine had escaped the hunters that had been sent after them, the ones she'd shot to save the two of them. Deep down she knew she'd done the right thing, or at least the only thing that would have save Blaine's life and her own.

The first few times it happened, Santana refused to tell Blaine what was going on. He would wake up right along with her when it happened. Ever since their escape, they'd both become incredibly light sleepers, in tune to any dangers that might befall them while they rested. But after a week or so, her resolve was broken and she confessed to Blaine what had been torturing her. He did his best to comfort her and to rationalize with her, but it didn't matter. No matter how at peace she was with the situation during the day, her subconscious had different feelings at night.

"What is it?" Marina mumbled sleepily beside her. She must have woken up to see Santana sitting up, panting heavily and trying to gather herself.

"It's nothing, sweetie, go back to sleep," she responded, and because they were finally in a safe place, for the first time since the escape, Marina didn't ask twice. She simply rolled over and fell back asleep. Santana was grateful for it.

Santana tried to calm her mind and body, knowing that it was the middle of the night and she would be exhausted in the morning if she didn't find a way to get some more rest. She went through all the amazing things that had happened in the last few weeks in her mind. First, she and Blaine had found New Lima, and despite how they grieved over losing Kurt and Marina, they had accomplished their goal.

They were both skeptical at first, not believing that such a place could actually exist, despite the fact that they'd risked their lives in hopes of finding it. But after a few days, they realized that New Lima was the real deal and that they'd found their new home.

After a week or so, Santana allowed herself to start making friends for the first time since the outbreak ten years prior, with the exception of Kurt of course. There were so many nice people in New Lima, and all of them seemed eager to help her and Blaine settle in. Santana was especially fond of one friend she'd met that first week. Her name was Brittany and she'd been living in New Lima for almost four years. She'd been Marina's age when her mom and dad decided to escape with her from the Dayton Community. Her mom hadn't made it all the way to safety, but she and her dad survived.

Santana had felt an instant bond with Brittany. There was something about her that felt safe, and Santana, who was normally guarded and suspicious of new people, found herself opening up to Brittany, telling her things she'd never told a soul before. After a few days, the two were almost inseparable and it wasn't long until Blaine found himself alone in the tent most nights. Brittany shared a small log house with her father, but her father was away with a group on a rescue mission, so she had the place to herself.

And then the most incredible thing happened. Santana had been with Brittany, helping to build a hut for another group that had arrived several weeks before she and Blaine did. She was holding a stake in the ground while Brittany pounded it in with measured strokes. Santana looked up, squinting in the sun and saw her sister walking through the front gate with the security group around her.

"Oh my God," she muttered, dropping the stake, Brittany almost landed the hammer right on Santana's hand, but had just enough time to pull back.

"What is it, San?" Brittany asked.

"It can't be," she spoke again softly. She rose slowly from the ground. "Marina!"

"San?" Marina yelled back, not knowing where the voice was coming from, but knowing exactly where it came from. At the confirmation that it was, in fact, her sister and not some cruel mirage, Santana started running toward her as Marina finally spotted her and broke from the security group.

Santana smiled now in the darkness of their shared tent as she thought back to that moment two days earlier. She couldn't believe they'd reunited and it was the most wonderful moment of her life. She wasted no time showing Marina around the area and made a point to introduce Brittany almost immediately. She could tell that her little sister was overwhelmed, and wasn't quite processing everything. It didn't matter though. They would have all the time in the world to help her adjust.

Santana hadn't thought twice about moving out of Brittany's home and into a tent with Marina. She wasn't ready to have that conversation with her little sister quite yet, and she knew that the tent she used to share with Blaine would no longer be available to them with the arrival of Kurt.

Her reunion with Kurt had been much more subdued, if only because they were both already so spent with having met back up with Marina and Blaine for the first time in weeks. She clung to Kurt tightly, whispering thank you's in his ear for safely delivering Marina to her. He hugged her tighter, unable to find the right words to respond with.

Santana felt her eyelids grow heavy again, as her mind was flooded with all the peaceful memories of her time in New Lima. As she slowly lowered herself back down on the cot, she hoped it would be enough to stave off the nightmares for the rest of the night. She would find a way to deal with the next night when the time came.