I posted this the other day so it might look familiar but I tweaked it some for Klaine AU Friday. Actually fits better into what I originally wanted to do.

Uh, trigger warning for character death.

It happens fast.

One moment Blaine is staring at the bottles of soda in the fridge, trying to decide what to drink, and the next there’s screaming and gunfire. He ducks down briefly before peeking over the top of the rack hiding him from view. There are three masked men standing in front of the cashier. One is waving a gun at the man’s face, yelling at him to open the drawer, while the other two stand facing the rest of the store. Blaine’s not stupid, he knows he will be easily spotted if the men look at the mirror behind him, set up to help catch shoplifters, so he simply stands there, not bothering to go for his phone for fear of drawing their ire.

”I need to report a robbery,” a voice nearby hisses. Blaine chances a glance at the mirror and sees a young man, about his age with brown hair swept up and off of his forehead, crouched on the floor at the end of the rack, a phone held tightly to his ear as he gives the dispatcher their location.

Desperately he tried to signal to him just as one of the robbers looks up. He yells at one of the other guys before running over to where Blaine is standing.

“You tryina hide from me,” he spits, shoving the gun in Blaine’s face.

“No, I swear!”

“Listen here, dummy-” The man’s head whips around at the sound of a police siren and Blaine is thrown to the ground. The other guys are yelling at him to move his ass as he glares. “You called the cops?! Wrong move, motha fucka.”

Blaine watches in slow motion as the gun is raised, pointing straight at him. He feels his heart pounding in his chest as his breath becomes shallow. Sounds become muted as he stares at the dull black metal and accepts the inevitable.

He’s going to die this time.

He sees the man squeeze the trigger and closes his eyes tightly as the gun fires, waiting for the pain and hoping it’s brief.

He’s shocked when he’s pushed out of the way and something heavy falls into him sideways with a grunt. The robber swears before running off, leaving Blaine blinking up at the man who had apparently saved his life. His face is twisted in pain and is paler than it was before, making the light freckles spread across his cheeks stand out.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Blaine says, panicking slightly. As carefully as he can manage, he rolls them and assesses the man’s injury as he settles him on the floor. Stripping off his jacket, he presses it to the man’s side where blood is following freely. It’s a small hole but judging from the man’s gasping breaths, it hit his lung.

Blaine can hear the police and he screams for them to call an ambulance. A police woman rounds the corner and quickly radios in the request in, staring down at the two men in shock. Blaine turns his attention back to the man who saved his life, struggling to breathe in his arms. “What’s your name?”

“K-Kurt,” the man tells him, his lips beginning to stain red. The police woman, whose tags says ‘Darvin,’ finally gets over her shock and kneels next to Kurt. Her hands replace Blaine’s over the wound and Blaine moves until he can cradle Kurt’s head gently in his lap.

“My name is Blaine,” he tells him, running a shaking hand through the brunet locks before realizing it’s covered in blood. “I-I know you didn’t have to, but thank you for-for saving my life.”

Kurt finally opens his eyes and Blaine’s caught by their beauty. “Had to save you.” His eye lashes flutter as his breathing gets more and more shallow. “Had to-“

“No, no, Kurt, stay with me,” Blaine begs, stroking his face and trying to ignore the streaks of blood left behind. “Kurt, please, open your eyes.”

A flash of blue and then Kurt’s breath stutters, his chest no longer moving. Blaine carefully moves Kurt’s head off of his lap and stands off to the side. Taking a deep breath, he concentrates and watches as the world rewinds until he’s once again standing in front of the fridge, staring at the bottles of soda.

This time I’ll get it right, he thinks viciously. He’s not sure how many more times he can watch Kurt die, but he’ll keep rewinding time until he finds a way to prevent it. I was given this power for a reason, he reminds himself as the door bursts open and three men shoot bullets into the ceiling, causing a woman on the other side of the store to scream.