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FILL: Baby It's Fate, Not Luck (4/5) - AU: Soulmates--Kurt/Blaine, shootingsynia09January 9 2012, 19:58:59 UTC
Kurt smiled tremulously at him just as the room seemed to explode with the noise of breaking glass. People screamed and the man who had shot Kurt fell to the floor. Blaine ducked, trying to protect Kurt from the flying glass shards without releasing his hold on the wound. He felt Kurt's hand grip his side for a second before slipping down to the floor as his eyes fluttered close.
"Kurt!" Blaine called desperately just as the police stormed inside. Rachel crawled towards them screaming for help and Finn came running, immediately wrapping her in his arms.
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Finn had been in the middle of debating whether he needed a third carton of chocolate ice cream (it was a popular flavor and they might run out) when he heard screaming. His first instinct was to drop everything he was holding and run, calling for Rachel. He stopped dead when he heard a shot being fired. Everything in him screamed for him to run towards the commotion and make sure that Rachel and Kurt were safe but as he heard a male voice thunder over the screaming and threaten everyone who moved he realized that he couldn't. The best thing he could do for everyone was stay back, hide himself and call the police. Even if it killed him not to be there for two of the most important people in his life, this was the only way he had to help them.
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As Kurt discovered death was painful, bright and… not silent. There was a voice. A voice that was possibly talking to him. He felt like he should recognize it but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"-told me how you had a solo at regionals and you guys won. I can't wait to hear you sing, you already look like an angel I bet you sound like one too."
A pause and a sigh.
"Then I had to stop her because she was telling me all these things about you… and I want to know everything about you but I want to hear it from you, you know? I want to hear your voice." Kurt felt a squeeze on his hand and oh, he wasn't dead. Dead people don't feel their hands being squeezed, do they? That also alerted him to the fact that he was lying down on something soft, probably a bed.
"Your family keeps hugging me, they seem great, but right now I just want to hug you." The voice paused and there was a huff of breath. "I probably sound pathetic right now, it's just that… I've missed you… and can you even miss someone you've never met? But it's how I've felt all this time, I think even before I knew your name. The moment you looked into my eyes and told me I was yours… it felt right."
Blaine.
It flashed in his mind, bright like the sun, making his heart beat faster. Kurt spared a second to rejoice over his beating heart.
His hand was squeezed again. "I can't wait to see your eyes again." Blaine whispered.
Kurt smiled tremulously at him just as the room seemed to explode with the noise of breaking glass. People screamed and the man who had shot Kurt fell to the floor. Blaine ducked, trying to protect Kurt from the flying glass shards without releasing his hold on the wound. He felt Kurt's hand grip his side for a second before slipping down to the floor as his eyes fluttered close.
"Kurt!" Blaine called desperately just as the police stormed inside. Rachel crawled towards them screaming for help and Finn came running, immediately wrapping her in his arms.
~
Finn had been in the middle of debating whether he needed a third carton of chocolate ice cream (it was a popular flavor and they might run out) when he heard screaming. His first instinct was to drop everything he was holding and run, calling for Rachel. He stopped dead when he heard a shot being fired. Everything in him screamed for him to run towards the commotion and make sure that Rachel and Kurt were safe but as he heard a male voice thunder over the screaming and threaten everyone who moved he realized that he couldn't. The best thing he could do for everyone was stay back, hide himself and call the police. Even if it killed him not to be there for two of the most important people in his life, this was the only way he had to help them.
~
As Kurt discovered death was painful, bright and… not silent. There was a voice. A voice that was possibly talking to him. He felt like he should recognize it but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"-told me how you had a solo at regionals and you guys won. I can't wait to hear you sing, you already look like an angel I bet you sound like one too."
A pause and a sigh.
"Then I had to stop her because she was telling me all these things about you… and I want to know everything about you but I want to hear it from you, you know? I want to hear your voice." Kurt felt a squeeze on his hand and oh, he wasn't dead. Dead people don't feel their hands being squeezed, do they? That also alerted him to the fact that he was lying down on something soft, probably a bed.
"Your family keeps hugging me, they seem great, but right now I just want to hug you." The voice paused and there was a huff of breath. "I probably sound pathetic right now, it's just that… I've missed you… and can you even miss someone you've never met? But it's how I've felt all this time, I think even before I knew your name. The moment you looked into my eyes and told me I was yours… it felt right."
Blaine.
It flashed in his mind, bright like the sun, making his heart beat faster. Kurt spared a second to rejoice over his beating heart.
His hand was squeezed again. "I can't wait to see your eyes again." Blaine whispered.
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