after the feast

[mediumdrip]

Who| Klaine
What| Kurt comes back from the feast to a Blaine who is extremely paranoid about losing him.
Where| Adventureland
When| Set right after the "feast"
Warnings/Notes| This is way backdated. Sorry folks! Candy and I got busy. Also, this is even more painful given the death roll this week.



[Blaine felt like he was going crazy. He was packing up the supplies they had in a hurry as he waited for every canon blast. He should have explained better. He should have been very, very clear with Kurt.

You don't go to their parties. You don't attend feasts. You don't go to anything they want you too.

All he could think about was the videos he had seen of the ways that they would set up Tributes. They had even done it to Katniss and she had almost died because of it! Oh god, what if it was Kurt now on the floor with some crazy person above him with a knife?

Blaine felt his heart hammering in his chest as he barely kept a hold of the panic.

He'd be sure to explain it now, if Kurt came back.

Please, please, please be okay.


He was just crossing toward the walkway the lead to Fantasyland when he saw Kurt returning. His stomach twisted up with so much relief that he didn't care about attracting attention.]

You're okay! [He yelled as he ran to Kurt. He looked pretty banged up but he was standing and hand all of his limbs. Blaine felt tears of relief come to his eyes and blinked them away stubbornly. he would not lose it in front of the entire Capitol.]

Oh thank God, you're okay.

Comments

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt is okay. He has no idea how he's okay--nor how he managed to get away with a bag--but he's there, and so is Blaine, and maybe miracles do happen sometimes. He's pale and shaking from loss of blood, but his eyes light up just a little at the sight of his ex-boyfriend.]

Hi. [His arms are slashed and bleeding, but he manages to hold out the bag of supplies.] I got this.

[mediumdrip]

You're crazy. Why did you go out there?

[Blaine does feel a little proud over Kurt going out there and getting supplies, but mostly he's horrified over the idea of Kurt going alone.]

[showbizpanache]

Crazy?

[Despite how weak and sick he feels, there's a sting of anger.] Excuse me, but how many supplies have you gotten us? I risked my neck for this.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine feels a little bit as if he's been hit, so he closes in on himself. His arms cross over his chest.]

That's my point. Your neck is more important than anything else...

[showbizpanache]

[His lips tighten for a moment, his anger fading, if only because he's in so much pain. Or maybe Blaine puppy eyes are more difficult to resist in his weakened state. He holds out the bag again, shakily.]

There's healing stuff in there. I didn't use it because-- Well, I wasn't sure if someone else [you] might need it more.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine takes the bag and then moves over to Kurt.]

Come on. I'll help you back to camp.

[He helps support Kurt until they're back into their little hiding place. Then he carefully helps Kurt sit down and focuses on opening the bag to check out all of the supplies.

He is really impressed by what Kurt's managed to bring in such a nice haul. He doesn't want to encourage going into danger though so for now he focuses on the medicine and checking out Kurt's wounds to help patch him up.]

[showbizpanache]

[He holds out his arms so Blaine can put a little shimmer medicine on them. There isn't enough for all of them, but it patches the deep ones up well enough.It's awkwardly quiet for a while before Kurt speaks up again.]

Those cakes in there will last us a while. A little bite seems really filling.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine nods a bit as he focuses on the worst wounds. He takes this chance to look over Kurt's body, making sure that he is actually all in one piece.]

The bag is pretty great, Kurt. I just... I thought you might have died. I went a little crazy.

[showbizpanache]

[He gnaws on his lip for a moment, uncomfortable. The memory of what had happened in the sleeping bag is still fresh in his mind.]

I can take care of myself, Blaine.

[mediumdrip]

I know you can...

But I spent the time between my first Arena and this one watching tapes of Arenas. I know the kind of messed up things these people do.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt feels a twinge of fear despite himself.]

What things?

[mediumdrip]

I...

[For a moment Blaine just looks traumatized and shaken.]

I should probably talk to you, shouldn't I? About that stuff. You need to know.

It's just not easy to talk about.

[showbizpanache]

[Oh god. Blaine died hadn't he. Kurt's heart drops out of his chest.]

Y-you don't have to. Blaine... [He gingerly puts a hand on his arm.] I'm sorry for running off. I didn't mean to scare you.

[mediumdrip]

You didn't just scare me, Kurt.

[He moved closer at the touch.]

You can't get hurt, okay? Take care of yourself first.

[showbizpanache]

O-of course.

[He swallows, then draws his hand away, looking down at the bag again.]

Did you want a little cake? Are you hungry?

[mediumdrip]

Starving. We can share them with Lottie and Diana too, if you don't mind? They're yours to do what you want.

[showbizpanache]

I want to share them. Here.

[He breaks off a little piece then holds it up to Blaine's mouth.]

Open up.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine feels his stomach twist up with emotion as Kurt offers to feed him.

He leans forward and opens his mouth to take the food. His heart flutters a little with desire and need.]

That's good. Thank you.

[showbizpanache]

You're quite welcome.

[He draws his hand back and lets it fall into his lap. Cue awkward silence.]

[mediumdrip]

[After a moment]

You were really brave to go, though...

[He moves his hand up through his hair. The worst part of the Arena, other than all the death and terror, is that his curls are wild and tangled around his head. He can focus on them when he feels awkward and uncertain.]

[showbizpanache]

No, you were right before. I was crazy.

[mediumdrip]

I was being selfish.

I don't want to lose you.

[showbizpanache]

[Kurt clears his throat and nods. Another awkward silence, and then he can't take it anymore. He gets on his feet and starts walking away.]

I'm going to stretch my legs a bit.

[mediumdrip]

[Blaine gets up to go after him.]

Kurt, wait. We need to talk.

[showbizpanache]

[He sighs heavily.]

I don't need you to supervise me when I go for a walk, Blaine. I promise I won't go far.