Klaine AU: The Hunger Games
Kurt is drawn as the male tribute for District 12 and Blaine volunteers to take his boyfriend’s place.
“I can’t believe you would take that boy’s place, Blaine.”
“It was his last year, Dad. His father is ill… I couldn’t just let him go.” Blaine protested, wringing his hands in his lap.
“You should have, Blaine. This is ridiculous. Throwing your life away just to save some boy—”
“I love him.” Blaine argued, standing straight, “He’s not just some boy. He’s the boy I love. Mom has Cooper and you to take care of her if I die but his dad doesn’t have anyone but him. How could I let him go knowing that?!” his fingers are clenched at his sides. He takes a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, and meets his father’s eyes. “What’s done is done. There’s no going back. So either make our last few minutes together happy ones, or leave please.”
His father sighed, turning for the door. “You can’t win, Blaine. You’re not your brother. You’re not strong. You’ll be killed before the first sun sets.”
Blaine swallows around the lump in his throat, shoulders slumping. “Better me than Kurt.” he nearly whispers, but he knows his father hears him. The older Anderson leaves the room without another word.
Blaine falls back into his chair, exhausted from the day’s activities. Not a second later Kurt is walking in, looking at Blaine with a broken expression, his eyes are red from crying.
Blaine looks up, sighing when he sees Kurt, “You heard?” he asks.
“Well, I—I meant it,” Blaine says, standing up from the chair because it feels uncomfortable with Kurt standing, but keeps his eyes on the ground. “I love you more than anything, Kurt.”
Kurt’s still sniffing back unshed tears, at least unshed to Blaine, and he nods a little, pressing his lips together. “I don’t want you to die.”
“I don’t want to die, either,” Blaine breathes out, a half-laugh, because it feels almost ironic, now that he’s here.
But Kurt’s stepped up, into his space, holding onto his upper arms tightly and locking their eyes together fiercely, a firm determination in the way he holds his gaze, and Blaine sees him swallow hard. “Promise me you’ll come home. Promise you’ll—you’ll do whatever it takes.”
Blaine keeps looking at him, lips parted, and can’t do anything but nod. Can’t deny Kurt this last request. “I’ll try.”
Another shudder of a breath and Kurt’s hands slide up Blaine’s arms to hook around his neck, pressing himself up against his, bodies close together and buries his face into his neck. “Promise me, Blaine,” he gasps, chest shaking with sobs, now that his face is hidden. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you out there.”
“I’ll try,” Blaine repeats, gripping onto the back of Kurt’s elegant white coat, worn specifically for the reaping, and tries not to cry as well, voice tight. “I’ll really, really try. I swear it.”
They unscramble their arms from each other and Kurt’s tugging on Blaine’s arms again, this time to bring him over and crash their lips together, kissing him hungrily and fiercely and clinging onto that final wave of warmth shared between their mouths amidst a small, quiet, scared whimper from one of their mouths, Blaine’s not sure whose, before the peacekeepers are back, saying he has to go.
“No, wait!” Blaine pleads, suddenly not ready to say goodbye, suddenly not sure about anything at all. “Kurt!”
The peacekeepers have him around the shoulders, and Blaine stumbles forward, reaching out for him. “I love you!” he cries out, voice wrecked and fresh tears sprouting from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks, making them wet and hot as they feel.
Kurt’s resisting one last time at the door, nodding frantically at him. “I love you, too, Blaine, you take my breath away. I’m so proud of you, don’t forget—”
But he’s cut off as the peacekeepers manage to yank him away from the doorway, and it shuts with a loud bang behind him, leaving Blaine alone in the dark emptiness of the room. He sucks in a shuddering breath between his sobs and wipes at his eyes. “I hope so,” he whispers into nothingness. “I want you to be.”
As soon as Kurt steps into his home, he collapses. Sliding down with his back against the door and resting his arms on his knees. Tears threaten to fall from the corners of his eyes but he blinks them away. Crying won’t bring Blaine back, so what’s the point?
The television is on, Kurt can just see it’s screen from where he sits against the door. He glares at the picture on the screen, it’s of a terrified looking Blaine. A freeze-frame from the reaping. “Why?” he asks his boyfriend’s picture, “Why would you do that you idiot?!” His voice cracks at the end, and he wipes away a stray tear. Standing, he walks toward the television, legs shaking.
“Why would you do that?! Why couldn’t you just keep quiet and let me go?!” He asks, “You idiot. I’ll never forgive you if you don’t come back! Never. You promised you wouldn’t ever leave me. You promised me! You lied!” Kurt’s yelling at the screen now, tears that he had just told himself not to cry are streaming down his face, Blaine’s picture blurred through them.
“I hate you! You promised me forever you idiot! Why would you do that?!” Burt Hummel chooses that moment to walk through the door, face stony. Upon seeing his son, he almost breaks down crying himself. He runs to Kurt, wrapping his arms around his son’s slight frame. As soon as Kurt is in his father’s arms he collapses against his father’s chest, crying and pleading into his chest through his tears. “Bring him back. Make him come back I don’t care what we have to do. This isn’t fair! It should have been me! BRING HIM BACK!”
Burt says nothing, what can he say? Instead, he holds Kurt tight to him and rocks gently back and forth. Humming a melody that Elizabeth used to sing when Kurt would have nightmares.
“I just want him back, Dad. I need him. Don’t they understand? I can’t live without him.” Kurt doesn’t stop crying until he falls into a dreamless sleep.