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[showbizpanache]

Who| Kurt and YOU!
What| Guess who's back in the arena?
Where| The jungle.
When| Late afternoon.
Warnings/Notes| Spoilers for episode 5x03 of Glee, talk about death.



[It might have been a nightmare. Kurt had been having a lot of those lately. At first, it seems like that's what it is--and for a moment he holds onto the prospect of being within a dream, because then Finn might not be there. Sometimes he feels like he could accept any reality if he could have his mom or brother back, and then he realizes how foolish that would be.

He realized that right away this time, because all it had taken was a few minutes for him to realize where he was. Because he knows this place. And he would never, ever, ever choose to be here.

All those survival skills he'd picked up last time had popped back into his memory as if they'd been hastily placed there, and here he is now, wandering the jungle alone. There's no way of knowing what had happened after he'd left--or if Blaine was still here. There was nothing to do but try and make it, try and survive, even though he feels like his grief is eating him alive.

Maybe he's distracted, or maybe he's not as skilled at this by now as he'd though, because it only takes a good hour or so before he finds himself in trouble. One of the vines on the forest floor unwinds itself like a snake and wraps around his ankle, yanking him to the ground. He lets out a cry and tries to struggle free, but he doesn't have a weapon and there isn't anything sharp around--and it just keeps gripping tighter.

Perhaps later he'll laugh about this, about the irony of being killed by a plant. But for now, he struggles as hard as he can, unwilling to give up just yet.]

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[showbizpanache]

I'm fine. Let's get somewhere--er, safer. [Because nothing is actually safe around here. He holds onto Blaine and lets the other boy support him a bit, since yeah, his leg does smart. Not enough to keep him from trucking on, though, at least to keep him from dwelling on the horrible grief he still feels.]

[wantwhatiwant]

[Ian nodded, helping him along and wondering if it was safe to climb. It was probably better to climb, since they were going slowly, and the vines could still get them.] Blaine if you go up first, you can help Kurt up, I'll follow in case you fall.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine nodded. He had to let go of Kurt then, though it obviously pained him to do so. Before he moved to start climbing though, he paused just for a second to pat Ian on the arm. It was mostly meant as a thank you, but it was also an acknowledgment that he knew this might be a little awkward for Ian. He didn't want him to feel like a third wheel.

He didn't say anything though, mostly just let himself focus on getting all three of them somewhere a little more safe.]

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt waits for Blaine to climb up and then reaches for him. He wants help up, but he also just wants to be close to Blaine. His heart is still aching from grief and horror and a mess of emotions he feels like he can't deal with on his own.

Besides, it's different now. This time in the arena, Kurt wants to be with Blaine. He just isn't sure when will be the right time to tell him.]

[wantwhatiwant]

[Ian smiled, he got it and he really didn't mind. Even though he couldn't stop the jellousy that Blaine and Kurt got to be together and Micky had been gone for months now. He was used to disappointment and so just swallowed it, he could be happy for his friend. Even if he did feel a bit like a third wheel.

He could at least be a useful one, he began climbing behind them, watching Kurt carefully in case he slipped.]

[mediumdrip]

[Once Blaine got to a space place on the three he turned to make sure that Kurt joined him. He held onto him carefully, wanting to secure him to stop him from falling. Then he focused on Ian until all three of them were in a safer space.]

How's your leg feeling? [He asked of Kurt, worried about what the climb had done to him.]

[showbizpanache]

It's sore. But I'm all right. I'll be all right.

[There's so much he wants to say. Instead he holds his tongue for a while, relying on Ian and Blaine to lead them somewhere marginally safe. Safer, rather. Nowhere was totally safe around here.

He holds tight to Blaine's hand; he doesn't care what the spectators think of it. He's beyond that, and he's beyond playing the game too.]

How long have I been gone? [He poses the question to both of them when they get somewhere a little quieter.]

[wantwhatiwant]

Too fucking long. [Was Ian's answer to that, as he scanned the trees for a route, and pointed it out to Blaine] That way.

[He shrugged at Kurt] Few weeks I'd say [He hadn't been counting and it didn't matter if it was a few weeks or a few days, they shouldn't have taken him, it wasn't fair on him, and it wasn't fair on Blaine.]

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine frowned a bit and nodded at Ian's assessment.] Do you remember anything about where you were? [He glanced at Ian then too, thinking that Kurt's answer might also have some clue about what happened to Mickey.]

[showbizpanache]

I was home.

[His chest clenches.] I...I went home.

[wantwhatiwant]

Home? [Relief sprung up in him but he kept it under control, at least until he knew why Kurt didn't sound happy about that]

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine sighs a bit and feels a bit of relief in his chest. At least Kurt hadn't been in some torture room.]

What was it like? Did you remember being here?

[showbizpanache]

No. [His hand darts out to grip Blaine's as they walk, and his voice lowers.] But we have a lot to talk about.

[wantwhatiwant]

[Didn't remember? Ian walked ahead, listening whilst trying to give the two some semblance of privacy.]