Pieces - One Shot (Klaine)

"Blaine, promise me you'll come back. You have to come back. If there is a situation where its every man for himself, do not be noble. Run like a coward. I will still love you no matter what, just please come home to me. To us. I need you." Blaine embraced his husband.

"I promise. I will not leave you alone. I will return, and everything will resume. We'll still walk around Central Park, we'll still go to our coffee shop, we'll still share the same bed. Once this pathetic war is over, everything will return to normal." Kurt absorbed his husband's words, as he nuzzled into Blaine's neck.

"I wish you'd let me go instead of you." The new conscription rule for the war against terror had meant one male member of each family had to enlist, or face serious consequences. After many arguments and fights and make-ups, Kurt and Blaine had decided that such a decision would be left to chance. A coin toss later saw Blaine entering a war he wanted no part in.

"We've already agreed. Besides, someone has to look after the little one." Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine, forcing him to stay in his chest. Blaine clutched back even tighter, as he felt tears well up in his eyes. Kurt pressed a kiss into Blaine's neck, before drawing back to see his face.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too Kurt. I'll see you soon. I promise."

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"Sergeant Anderson, look out!"

Before searing pain infiltrated his body, and fear took hold of him, Blaine turned to see a flash of light and an explosion of dust. Blaine felt himself being blown backwards, into the air as he zipped through the dust cloud. Heat and pain and red ripped through his lower body, causing him to scream in agony. His scream was muted by the cracking and booming of the explosion. He collided with the ground onto his back. The force of the fall knocked the wind out of his lungs, leaving him breathless and broken. Around him he could hear the screams of the infantry. His infantry. They sounded so frightened, their pitches rising and howls becoming animalistic. Coughing harshly, the world whirled around Blaine, as he attempted to move to help them. However, his limbs betrayed him. He could not move. Once the dust cloud cleared partially, Blaine was suddenly surrounded by his men as they buzzed around him anxiously.

"Come on men, get the medical team. Move!"

"But Sir, his legs!"

"Get a move on!" Officer Kendal remained at Blaine's side whilst the remaining soldiers scurried around for help. "Sergeant Anderson, can you open your eyes for me?" Blaine could feel everything around him shaking, causing his body to vibrate violently.

"Anderson-Hummel. My name is Anderson-Hummel." Blaine opened his eyes weakly, and found himself looking into his comrade's eyes.

"What happened?" All he could see was his comrade's worried face, and the blue Helmand sky above his head. Not a cloud in the sky. Officer Kendal averted his gaze, when Blaine realised his friend's face was covered in blood. Was it his own? Someone else's?

"There was an unexpected IED at the side of the road. You were the closest to it and -" Blaine's body suddenly was paralysed with fear. What had happened to him? "And the medical team are on their way. You hear that Blaine? Don't give up on me yet!"

"I'm never giving up." Blaine said stubbornly, as a new wave of pain tore through him. He cried out in agony, his face scrunching up. Once the worst of the wave passed, he saw his comrade's eyes flicker momentarily down his body. Officer Kendal's face looked pained, but also a little disgusted. He hadn't meant for Blaine to see, but it was too late. This made Blaine even more anxious.

"What is it? What's happened to me?" He attempted to sit up but felt and excruciating pain flare up in his abdomen. He was gently pushed down to the ground by the Officer.