Kind of apocalyptic!AU- like a zombie apocalypse, or whatever else you want it to be :)

Title and inspiration from Pompeii by Bastille, which is a lovely song and is even lovelier in acoustic.

To everyone who prompted things regarding superpowers!Blaine- soon, I promise. And I'm glad to know you liked it! :D

If You Close Your Eyes

"Kurt?" whispers Blaine. "Kurt, are you here?"

The house is silent; all the lights are off, and Blaine's not sure if they can be turned on. He looks out the window, and the street seems to be equally deserted.

Making sure he still has his gun and little dagger, he jumps out the window, landing silently outside. The only working streetlight is far away, and under it he can see a figure. The figure isn't moving- it's kneeling on the ground, he thinks.

He can tell when it spots him. It darts up and begins running, and he can see it's a man and that he's limping before he turns on his heel and runs the other way, as fast as his feet will carry him. His heart is beating frantically and he can only hope he won't faint.

Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one, he prays like Rachel did when he last saw her, before leaving- perhaps for good. He doesn't know. But if it's a good enough prayer for her, it's good enough for him. If I die, please don't let Kurt hurt too much. Please, god.

Tears are streaming down his face as he runs for his life, and he sobs loudly; the sobs seem to increase the speed of his legs and he runs and runs and runs.

The sound of running behind him is getting closer; instincts take over and he looks back, but before his eyes can focus, he runs into a bench and crushes down. The gun falls from his back pocket, and the dagger is cutting into his skin a little, pressed between his ass and the pavement. The running sounds don't stop.

He closes his eyes, whispers that same prayer again, and hopes it'll be quick. He doesn't feel the pain in his leg until there's pressure on it, and then pressure on his chest and warm drops on his neck-

"Blaine," whimpers Kurt above him. "It's you. Oh god."

He opens his eyes quickly. "Kurt?"

Kurt grabs his head and kisses him hard, their salty tears mixing together on their cheeks for a long moment before they part.

"Why did you chase me?"

"I didn't know it was you. Well, until you fell down," he giggles through tears.

"Gee, thanks," Blaine murmurs and wraps his arms tight around Kurt, not wanting to ever let go.

"Come on, we can't stay here, we need to find somewhere safe to sleep," Kurt says gently.

"The hotel?" Blaine suggests as they're getting up; neither is letting go of their grip.

"I think. We need to at least go back to pick up the rest of our ammo."

They do end up sleeping in the hotel that night, in the room on the first floor where they hid their ammunition. After they make sure the window is easy to leave through and the rest of the hotel is empty, they lock the doors and lie together on the bed, kissing until they cry.

"I love you," Kurt whispers.

"I love you too. So much, Kurt, so much."

They grip each other and kiss and cry, and Blaine falls asleep in Kurt's arms. He'll wake him when it's time for him to be on watch and for Kurt to sleep, but for now he's sleeping, almost-peaceful, and they're together, and that's all that matters.