Can't You Hear the Roaring Fire?

Sepetember 11, 2001

I just wanted to put some trigger warnings just so you guys have a heads up.

⚠️Death⚠️
⚠️Fire⚠️

I also don't own glee soooooo pls don't sue me ;)

ALSO PT 2: This chapter is going to have a lot of the exact times for 9/11, so if you get confused, that's what the time stamps are

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8:30 a.m.

Blaine was back at work, and he was honestly upset about it. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job. But for the first time ever, he'd had a one night stand.

Kurt and him didn't even exchange numbers. Hell, Blaine didn't even know the enchanting boy's last name. He wasn't sure if it was just the booze, but it felt like there was a real spark between them. But he hand no way of contacting him again to see if the flame was real.

Blaine grabbed the carton of milk, dumping it in his cereal.

"What's that smile for?"

At the station, Blaine was close with everyone on their team. They were family, but Blaine's best friend Sam and him have been inseparable since they were children. He had bright blonde hair that fell in his eyes, and a tall muscular body. At sleepovers when they were little, they would turn their rooms into forts, acting out ways they would save their stuffed animals in a fire.

When they were 18, they began to live out their dream in real life.

"I uh," Blaine laughed, "I may of met a guy."

"What?" Sam punched his shoulder, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Looking down, the curly headed firefighter smiled bashfully, "Well, I didn't exactly get his number or anything. We just..."

"We just what?"

"May have hooked up..."

"Dude!" Sam yelled. "You never hook up with anyone. He must've been hot!"

"Shut up," Blaine shoved him gently, and blushed slightly as he stared at his breakfast.

Suddenly, the alarm went off.

"Duty calls," the blonde boy smirked, getting up and heading to put on his uniform.

"Shit," Blaine mumbled, "I really wanted that cereal..." He dumped it in the sink and followed Sam.

The team loaded onto the truck, and they bounced up and down as the vehicle weaved through traffic.

"What's the job, anyway?" Sam asked.

"Airplane hit one of the twin towers," Pete said, nudging Sam.

Sam laughed a little, "Jackass. We'll get everyone in and out."

Blaine looked out the window, watching the smoke get closer and closer. Something deep inside of him told him that this was more than just idiot that messed up. But that's crazy, right?

8:45 am

They pulled up the the World Trade Center, and the adrenaline started pumping through Blaine's veins. It was one of the reasons he loved being a firefighter—the rush. He also loved making a difference in people's lives. The entire job brought him so much joy, and it was time to bring another family joy by bringing their loved one home.

The team ran into the burning building, and Blaine sprung into action. The fire burned hot and loud, the sound and smoke filling the entire space. He ran and grabbed a small girl stumbling down the stairs. "Hey...Hey, I'm Blaine. I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?"

"Mommy!" the little girl cried, "Where's my mommy!"

Blaine picked up the girl, and began to run outside, "I'll find your mommy, I promise." When they got by the ambulance, he set her down. "And I don't break my promises."

The little girl's lip quivered as she held out her pinky. Blaine smiled a little and took off his glove, pinky promising her small finger. "What does your mommy look like, so I can be on the lookout."

"Black hair in a bun, with a flower holding it back. I made it for her."

"Thank you. I'll find her."

The firefighter runs back in, and saves numerous people. In and out he went, saving people and soothing their fears. Sam and him started to run back into the building, when Sam stopped him. "Wait, what's that?" He pointed to the building, and Blaine looked up.

Things were falling out of the building, but as they descended, the two boys realized they weren't things at all. They were people.

"Holy shit..." Blaine mumbled. "They're jumping..."

"We have to get up to higher levels. Come on!" Sam took off back into the building, his friend following suite.

The two run up the stairs, trying their best to get as high as they could.

"Help! Help me-" A coughing stopped the man from yelling, and Blaine altered his path to go save the man.

He was elderly, and had wrinkles from many years of smiling. Coughing fits were racking throughout his body, and Blaine knelt down as he gave the man his oxygen. "Hey, I'm Blaine. I'm gonna get you out of here. I'm gonna help you stand up, and you can lean on me and we'll get you checked out in no time, okay?"

The man nodded, breathing in the oxygen religiously. The firefighter wrapped his arm around him, and helped him stagger to his feet. The two slowly but surely made it out of the burning building. Blaine dropped him off at an ambulance and patted the man on the back. "You're in good hands, Casey's the best." He nodded at the EMT, but suddenly the ground seemed to shake, and a loud bang sounded from behind him.

9:02 am

Another plane crashed into the South building.

"Holy shit...This...This isn't..."

"This isn't an accident."

Blaine turned to find the old man shaking his head sadly. "Go save people, son. Thank you."

The firefighter nods, and ran back into the building.

His breath was tight, for his oxygen was almost out. But he was determined; he wasn't giving up. There were still so many more people in need of saving.

Climbing up the stairs, at the corner of his eye he saw a jet black bun with a homemade flower hair clip.

Blaine quickly ran over to her, and found that she was passed out on the ground. Not only that, but she was pregnant too.

Jumping into action, he took off his oxygen. He put it on the lady's mouth, and picked her up.

Blaine's energy was running out, but there was no way he was giving up. The fire was roaring, and holding the mother tight, he ran down the stairs at record speed.

Ten feet.

Ten feet away from the exit.

Ten feet away from the door.

Ten feet away from safety.

A large chunk of debris from the ceiling fell, hitting Blaine.

He fell to the ground, and everything went black.