The universe is moving backwards. They were going to have to fight each other. How did it come to this?

His lungs felt like they were on fire as he took in speedy inhalations, examining the hunter that stood in front of him, a sly glint in those ice blue orbs and the brunettes weapon out and geared up for a scuffle. Blaine placed the provisions that they took from Rachel onto the ground, eyeing the other party with newfound trepidation.

A small bead of sweat rolled down his cheek and he wiped it off unhurriedly.

They were supposed to save Burt, how did it come to this? Was it the Wendigo? Blaine frowned forlornly; did it kill time for the boy to see this psychosis of Kurt? There was a foreign wildness to the hunter, something that seemed almostanimalistic, what exactly made the hunter so riled up to this state?

There was the familiar clink as Kurt rested his arrow onto the bow, aimed and ready to shoot Blaine again.

"Are we actually doing this?" The dark haired boy enquired coldly, startled at his own bitter tone.

The hunter wasted no time in replying, in a lightning quick instant, the arrow aimed was covered in deadly blue hues and Blaine thanked the stars for his nippy reflexes as he dodged the oncoming fire arrow with lissom feet.

"This will only take me a minute." Kurts rumble was low and alarming as the hunter leaped up with inhumanly swift speed and had began to rain down with successions of blue fiery arrows, not even giving the other boy time to think.

Blaine darted clumsily, managing to duck the first few drizzles of sharp impenetrable arrows before a spiked sting of pain exploded through his right shoulder. The dark haired boys knees buckled and he collapsed onto the ground, rasping in pain as his sword slammed onto the ground with a strident clang. The arrow had hit him right in the shoulder blade and the burning sensation of Kurts flames were starting to travel down his back and numbing his body.

He had chafed his knees in the process as he tried to stand up once more, only to fall back down as a hard heavy weight of Kurts boots press his back. Blaine didnt need to look up to know that the hunter had pinned him down with an arrow aimed right for his head. Alarm spread like wild fire as he gasped when the hunter yanked out his arrow forcefully, drawing blood but mercifully killing the flames.

There was a deliberate pause as the hunter seemed to contemplate something.

That was an opening for Blaine. With his remaining strength, he grabbed his sword and with immense force he shoved Kurts foot off, causing the boy to jolt in astonishment, lifting his bow in surprise and giving Blaine the upper hand. Swiftly, the dark haired boy jabbed his sword through the hunters bow and flung both weapons into the distance.

With the bow and arrow, Kurt had the upper hand, but without it, perhaps the hunter was on equal standing with the boy. Blaine had his own share of hand to hand combat practice – even with the blazing pain in his shoulder; he probably could manage a few blows onto the other boy to slow him down.

Slightly in a daze, the hunter shot Blaine a dirty look before trying to dash over to his weaponry. Blaine gritted his teeth in soreness. No you dont!

And he charged.

But Kurt was fleet, the hunter slipped to the side and pushed Blaines elbow down and away, catching his head and rolling him onto the snowy laden ground. Third of a second once contact was made, the two boys wrestled around the floors, pushing and shoving with bloodied hands, Kurt slapped his right palm against the other boys nose only to have Blaine grab Kurts wrists forcefully. Within seconds, a familiar glow of sapphire conflagration appearing on the hunters palms and Blaine wheezed in apprehension.

Grunting in displeasure, the curly haired boy kicked the hunter off with his brawny legs and struggling to stand back up, blood dripping from his mouth.

"I take back what I said about you being cool!" He hissed, grabbing his shoulder and clenching the tender spot. Pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed to, he told himself quietly, put it aside.

At that Kurt snorted and stood up, dusting himself as if he wasnt even deterred.

Blaine took a deep breath.

He charged once more, focusing his gaze onto the pale boy ahead. Kurt bared his teeth and struck, flinging his fist at Blaine, punching the other boys jaw vehemently. The curly haired boy gritted through the blow and hit the hunter in the V under his ribs where the sternum ends. It paralyzed his diaphragm and Kurt gasped in terror, gasping loudly and doubling over.

Both of them pitched backwards onto the snow blood covered grounds.

He absorbed the trauma, swallowing the pain and pushed his way slowly back to a standing position.

The dark haired boy glanced over to where Kurt had sat back up and was glaring at the other party with wild malice.

They were both in no condition to fight the Wendigo like this: Blaine blinked in foreboding, in fact if this continued on; they could very well be just falling into a trap the beast set up. Not that Kurt was in any mood to listen, Blaine frowned darkly, the hunter seemed to be wrapped up in his own little bubble of antagonism, and the curly haired boy had pushed it a little too far.

It was a reflex. A defence mechanism. He didnt mean to wield and pitch his sword at Kurt in aggression. He was troubled; concerned with the sudden change in Kurts demeanour, what had caused the sudden spike of resentment in the other? All that happened was Rachel appearing and he took her out. Why did he feel the need to torment the other huntress?

Blaine was frightened. Normally the aloof hunter would never resort to such anguish, he seemed like the type to slice it and get over it. As cold as he was, Blaine never thought that the hunter was filled with so much strife with other humans. But perhaps he thought wrong, for there the brunette stood, high and haughty, glaring venomously at his opponent.

He took a deep breath in and flinched with the pain at his shoulder. His whole body was sore, head throbbing with confusion and fear. If the any other beast attacked now, it would be the end for him. He blinked dazedly at the hunter – noting how the other boy looked no better than him.

It would be the end for them.

"Wait –"

Kurt was charging back at him again, a wild untamed look in his ice blue pools.

The impact of the other boy knocked almost all the air out of Blaine, the brunettes strong hands now pinning the others wrists, his knees pressed painfully onto the dark haired boys stomach and thigh. Blaine coughed agonizingly, shutting his eyes at the sudden pain that shot up his body.

Kurts seized his wrist was in a vice-like tight grip.

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine spluttered out, trying to shake the other off only to get kneed harder in the gut.

The curly haired boy could feel the starting of a burning sensation on his wrists, a speculation that it was none other than the intricate blue flames of the hunter proved correct when he managed to twist his head to stare at his right.

Soft baby blue flames gently circled in a sphere around Kurts finger tips and slowly slithered onto Blaines wrists. The curly haired boy let out a hiss of pain as the fire enclosed and orbited around, creating a dark smoulder mark around his wrists.

"The Wendigo –"

"Stop trying to scuttle away from what youve started." The hunter spat, seemingly to try to skewer the other boy with his knee.

"I didnt want to fight!" Blaine wailed, tears of aggravation welling up in his hazel eyes. "I was just trying –"

Kurts face was contorted into a frenzy of blazing rage as he clenched Blaines wrists roughly, digging his fingernails into soft skin, and cutting off the other boy fervently. The hazel eyed boy let out a gasp of pain as he felt the flames pierce his skin brutally, prickling and seeping into his body. It was excruciating to bear, and he was reminded of the same way the Wendigo felt as it took in the blue fires of Kurts assault.

"Stop running away," Kurts voice was low and gravelly, perilously lowering his face down till it was a mere inch away from Blaine; he could feel the brunettes whisper tickle his nose as he wheezed in soreness, tears threatening to roll down his cheeks, "You think you can just escape simply telling me your repentant excuses repetitively? Its unwise to think you can worm your way out of this,Anderson."

Blaine bit his lip, trying to distract the pain on his wrists. It seemed as if Kurt was toying with him, the flames not as potent as it was to other beasts, just the unremitting searing ache that plagued him, slowly but surely causing harm.

"This is a race you can never win."

The curly haired boy shut his eyes tightly. Was it happening again, just like before? He started this, but decided to turn tail because he realised he wasnt able to handle it. He was the one that swung his sword; he was the one that got livid at the hunter for being so detached, and it dawned on him, that even if a miracle didhappen, he couldnt win Kurt Hummel. So he dropped it and ran. Just like before – just when it was just Cooper and him. Even after all the time in the forest, Blaine Anderson did not learn a thing.

Dizziness etched into his mind. The bright azure sky now seemed too vivid, engulfing Kurts face and blurring his vision. Wasnt he being the better man? To drop his weapon and discontinue the fight before anything else dreadful happens? Why did it feel unpleasant, like an acid taste at the back of his throat when he listened to Kurts accusation? Wasnt he doing the right thing?

Why did he feel wrong?

"Im scared." Blaine spluttered out, feeling the dreadful tears roll heavily down his cheeks, "Im afraid of you."

Kurts face remained indifferent as the heat pressed on his wrists vanished. Almost soundlessly, the hunter pushed away from the other boy, lifting his knees off and disappearing from Blaines peripheral vision.

He took a deep breath and it hurt his ribcage. He exhaled, inhaled again, inched his arms under himself before pushing himself up in his hands. Head swimming, he felt his stomach tighten at the memory of what just happened. His hazel orbs focused a little better, drawing his attention to the snow and footprints, patches of blood that dribbling across the barren snowy landscape.

Trembling, Blaine turned to the direction where the hunter was standing, arms akimbo and watching the other with a set of intense ice blue pools. He examined the damages on the brunette, partially berating himself for even thinking about trying to spar with the other; the hunter had cuts all over his face, the grey shirt he was wearing torn and scratched. There was a sore-looking bruise on the others cheek and a large hole on his left thigh – from the last battle with the werewolves.

Kurt Hummel looked worse for wear.

Inspecting himself hastily, he broke the long gaze from Kurt. He realised both his wrists were numb from the pain, a tender deep auburn scar circled around his wrists as he gingerly touched the disfigurement, winching in pain. His right shoulder had stopped bleeding nonetheless, but there was a large diagonal graze across his shirt, old dried blood stains causing it to crinkle. His entire body hurt from Kurts relentless shoving and elbowing, even more so after enduring the hits from the Wendigo.

Apprehensively, Blaine glanced back up at the hunter, suddenly feeling awfully diminutive. The harsh glare that the brunette was giving made the curly haired boy timidly gaze back at his wounds, feeling sorely disappointed at himself.

If this was any part of the Wendigos plan, it unquestionably played out thoroughly.

"Why?" Kurts cold voice broke his train of thought.

Blaines eyes travelled back to his companions. Ice blue orbs were probing, and judging by that one word question, the hunter was probably drained out to start another argument. What could he reply with? He wanted peace, not another heckling round with the enraged boy. It was thoughtless of Blaine to even try to attack the other. He shouldve composed himself before deciding to unexpectedly bombarding the hunter with his own perceived irritation, perhaps Kurt had his reasons and he jumped into conclusions too hastily. Deep inside, he knew there was another inkling that caused the sudden pandemonium.

Before he could form his thoughts into a sentence, he found himself blurting out, unable to control the emotions that fuelled him, "You were so inhuman, cruel to her. I am afraid you might treat me the same."

"I guess some part of me was so petrified, I freaked out and fear took over." He glanced at his feet, "again."

There was a pause.

"I am hopeless." Blaine whispered to himself inaudibly, "Making the same mistakes over and over again, thinking that maybe I mightve found the answer to what I seek. Instead, I have not learned anything and jeopardised the situation further by provoking you."

He let out a soft sigh.

"At the same time I want to help so bad but you seem irate all the time, everything I say has to be carefully considered because I dont want to hurt your feelings but I cant keep it all held in here," with a finger, he prodded his chest gently, shaking his head dejectedly. "It just blew up because I couldnt find a way to get to you. I was so scared, so helpless, so futile and inadequate, and I didnt know how to stop it."

Newly formed teardrops dribbled down his cheeks.

"I hate feeling like this." Blaine clenched his fists, heaving harshly between broken sobs, "I detest being so worthless and the easiest way out is to just run away."

Shifting himself, the dark haired boy buried his head into his hands, openly snivelling like a child and cursing his fate. It all seemed so dismal, his pathetic attempts to try to befriend the boy that saved his life and being unable to fit himself in the sudden change of pace.

There was a shuffle and a clink of metal. Blaine froze, the familiar clanking sound of Kurts bow springing up alarms bells in his head and he braced for another round of torment but it never came. Timorously, Blaine glanced up from his sitting position and saw the hunter right smack in front of him, blue orbs fixated onto hazel.

"Fundamentally," Kurt sounded fairly amused, "You are sorry for overreacting."

Blaine nodded, feeling a sudden flush on his cheeks.

"You certainly experience a lot of sentiment." The hunter sounded discomfited, trying to retain his aloofness as his eyes quickly darted away. "I am apologetic for being melodramatic as well. You see, its not often I get to waltz upon a contemptuous huntress that hacked my dogs head off."

Sam? Blaines eyes widened. The two headed Cerberus who had its head chopped off by a huntress – he, as the Wendigo, had saw the poor creature whine and cry in utmost pain, not even chasing after his assailant and whimpered as it hid in bushes. That huntress was Rachel? Blaine felt a stab of hot anger. No doubt the hunter had clearly found it in himself to take his merciless revenge on the lady.

"I am sorry." The brunette sighed, running a hand over his face, "look, lets just find somewhere to tend to our wounds before more beasts find us; this place is completely enveloped in the smell of blood."

Blaine nodded, trying to get up but found his knees buckling. Falling back onto the ground with a thump, the curly haired boy let out a wrecking cough, wincing in agony. Everything was strained and hurting. Biting his lip, the boy tried to stand up again but was completely mystified when he found a pair of hands propping him up to his feet.

Kurt let out a soft grunt as he supported Blaine with his shoulder. The hunter had his right arm slung over Blaines back and was holding the boy up, his left hand holding on Blaines sword and looking uncomfortably at him. The dark haired boy winced slightly at the bow pressing on his wounded right shoulder-blade but held in the urge to yelp in pain.

"If we hurry up, maybe we can find one of those abandoned shacks nearby to rest. Rachel has some medical supplies we can use." The hunter nudged at Blaines backpack, where he had stuffed in the stolen provisions. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can figure things out."

Blaine nodded once more, feeling his face grow tepid at the hunters proximity.

The duo continued onwards, shifting their direction away from the clearing where Rachels body lay. Blaine tried not to think about the huntress left alone in the bloodied chaos that ensued just a few minutes before, knowing that it wouldnt be long till some creature found her unconscious body. The dark haired boy gritted his teeth in pain as they threaded across the woodlands. Judging by the direction that the hunter was taking, they seemed to be heading towards the mermaid lair, possible in a few more hours – the hunter appeared to know where he was going as well.

As if reading his mind, the brunette spoke curtly, grunting a little as Blaine tried to catch up, limping on his pained feet.

"Theres an abandoned hut somewhere nearby. I can recognise this place. Burt and I brought a pack of tranquilised werewolves back from their attack on the Southern part of the village a long time ago; we brought them back here."

He sounded strained.

Blaine gave the other boy a nippy nod. Even with his knowledge of the vast forest, he could not pinpoint the exact location of every landmark. Spruce trees beckoned them forward, the deep, dazzling ballad of the morning birds calling out to him. Coils of vaporous morning mist enwrapped the shaggy heads of the trees, writhing around them like conjurors milky smoke, sensuous and illusory. Even with the aftermath of the battle and pain, the sieves of morning mist caressed Blaines wounds as if to gently heal them and he smiled, enchanted by the sounds of the break of day in the woods.

A soft panting sound caught his attention. Whipping his head to the direction of the sound, it dawned onto him that the hunter was actually exhausted: he didnt have any kind of restful sleep during the days that had past. With Burt gone and them trekking the snow dusted woods; battles between beast and human alike: for the boy to be able to carry on still supporting him, it was truly a feat.

"Just a few more miles to the South-West," Kurt seemed to be assuring himself more than Blaine, "Lets just hope its empty and not occupied by bandits."

Partially breathless from being so close to him, the dark haired hair nodded once again, trying to balance his weight away from the hunter, hoping that it would somehow elevate his effort. True to the brunettes word, after a good whole ten minutes of nothing but the sounds of dragging feet against snow and soft wheezing, a small damaged hut came into view.

Blaine let out an internal huff of celebratory pleasure.

They stole their way towards the empty hut. The old dusty wooden panelling was barely visible through the layers of vines and mossy snow; the forest itself seemed to crane its neck in an attempt to envelop the solitary building that stood before them. Wordlessly, the warm touch of the hunters arms disappeared as the brunette slinked closer to the hut, gliding soundless through the snow and turning back to raise a hand in a signal to tell Blaine to stay still.

The dark haired boy stood, gazing back at the dilapidated hut and shivered as though ice had replaced his spine.

Instead of immediately entering the jilted wooden house, Kurt had begun to run his fingers along the wood, not deterred by the musty smell that was surfacing from the hut. Hands on Blaines sword, the brunette travelled unhurriedly to where the door stood and carefully pressed onto it.

Blaine held his breath as it begrudgingly opened.

A heartbeat passed.

And another.

What seemed like an eternity later, Kurt beckoned to him. Charily, Blaine limped forward, the dank smell of rotting wood crept up his nostrils and he recoiled at the sudden stench. Resisting the urge to gag, the boy followed his companion into the domicile.

The hut was dead silent and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they did not need to take the house by force. He was done fighting. Forever.

Except for the intermittent creaks and moans as the two boys entered, the hut remained still and soundless. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. Quietly, they crossed the threshold towards what seemed like a living room. Kurt had begun to place Blaines sword down onto a rickety table in the middle of the hut and was warily removing his own bow and quiver from his back.

Blaine watched him for a moment before assessing the inside of the empty abode, devoid of human life. The sofas and chairs were overturned, revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Fragments of broken wood lay over the untrodden floor, rotting and blistered. Layers of dust were laid over every surface, almost akin to the snow outside and there was not a footprint in sight.

Inaudibly, as if fearful of hurting the house, Blaine tipped one of the chairs back and sat back down on it, letting out a sigh of respite. Every part of his body screamed for rest but he swung his hover sack over to his lap and started to dig out the contents. Perhaps they had taken something practical from the huntress to heal themselves.

"There should be soldier pills in Rachels medic kit." Kurts voice broke the unwavering silence. "They are the infinitesimal ivory circular pills. She never goes out into the forest without them."

Blaine pulled out a palm sized red box with a clear white cross drawn across it. He nodded in reply to the hunter and opened the medic box with a small "click". Kurts assumption was spot on; there in the corner of the heavily stocked box was a modest zip-lock of black coloured pills.

"They work like painkillers." Kurt explained, the hunters voice echoing through the wooden walls, "Itll give you enough energy to at least last a good three more days."

The dark haired boys eyes widened. How on earth could a pill do that? He had never heard about it at all. He gulped, feeling a tad apprehensive as he picked out the pill, examining the dark coloured capsule. It seemed too good to be true; what if Rachel was trying to fool them?

"What if Rachel put it here as a trap?" Blaine voiced out his worries, blinking. "Are you sure they arent poisonous?"

There was a soft chuckle from the corner of the room. The dark haired boy glanced over to the direction of the nose and saw the hunter observing the grime covered windows, shaking his messy brown locks in the stale air.

"Rachel isnt that crafty, moreover soldier pills are only accessible to her family. They created it after all," The hunter pressed against the windows and drew a long line down, before inspecting the dust on his finger. "Just take one and pass the rest to me."

Still hesitant, Blaine rolled the black pill in between his fingers.

"Are you sure?"

"Ill take one to trial then." Kurt sounded cranky. "If I die, then youll know it doesnt work."

Feeling slightly affronted but not wanting to cause anymore uproar, the dark haired boy walked over to the brunette and passed him the entire medic kit. Rolling his beryl blue eyes, the hunter snatched the box away from him and examined it reticently.

"This is her personal medic kit." The hunter explained gradually, "Ive seen her use it a few times before."

With that, he plucked the black pill out from the packet and ingested it unceremoniously down into his mouth. He glanced over at Blaine with half lidded eyes filled with dispassion. After a minute ticked by, the brunette raised a brow over to the dark haired boy as if to taunt him.

Blushing fervently, Blaine turned away and gulped down his own pill, coughing slightly as it slid down his dry throat.

"They are like vitamin pills." Kurt sounded terse, "Her extended family calls it theirmiracle drug."

The hunter took Blaines soft hum as a nod to carry on.

"Only a few can get their hands on it. After all, its only meant for royalty." Kurt spat out the last word as if it was poison. "Oh I do hope she enjoys gettingmauled by werewolves." At that the hunter seemed to bristle in antagonism.

Not wanting Kurt to revisit his unvoiced arctic anger, Blaine quickly changed the subject.

"I saw the Wendigo, the true form of it." He piped up hurriedly, limping over to his sword and placing it back in its sheath. "Burt isnt possessed, maybe hes fine."

"Or dead."

Blaine flinched at the unpleasantly spiteful response before heading back to the chair and slumping on it. "The Wendigo appeared before me and stopped me from getting to you." He explained, ignoring the detached reply, "As if he was just stalling time."

That seemed to get Kurts attention.

The hunter whipped around to gaze at the other boy.

"Stalling?"

Blaine tipped his head.

"Well Im still alive and all he did was push me back, hindering my way to you." The dark haired boy fixed his gaze elsewhere, feeling the heat of Kurts intense glare. "He didnt even cause any sort of imperative harm, except for making my body really sore."

The hunter exhaled, letting out a hiss.

After a moment of silence, the brunette spoke.

"I know why." His voice was lowered, eyes narrowing. "He wanted you to see."

Blaine blinked in confusion. See? All he saw were Rachel almost on the brink of death and Kurt being really – Oh. The recollection of the murderous gleam in the hunters eyes and the complex sudden brutality of him caused a barrage of fear to come running through Blaines veins.

He had seen not the hunter, but a fiend.

What stood before Rachel was almost inhuman.

Blaine forced himself to stay hushed. There was no use trying to question the hunter about his actions: he was enraged by Rachel. The huntress probably pushed his buttons and took it too far, causing the boy to attack in wild resentment. Especially after knowing that she was the one that caused hurt and harm to his companion hell-hound, one wouldnt let her off so easily – though it still did not explained the sudden coldness that Blaine felt from the hunter.

He brushed that thought off, glancing away and his eyes fell upon small torn papers cascaded over a corner of the hut. Covered in a pristine layer of dust, the houses only occupants had weaved their webs between the angles of the wooden residence. On cue, the hunter sidestepped his way over to where Blaine was now staring and reached out to pick up the tinted documents.

There was absolute silence throughout as Kurt scrutinized the papers.

"Its a diary." The hunter sounded surprised, almost as if he was fascinated.

Blaines eyes broadened as he got up and hobbled over to look at the hurried writings on the yellowing paper. He scanned over the one that Kurt held up and bit back a yelp of disclosure, though the words were scrawled and almost incomprehensible, he managed to make out the summary of the page: a human turned werewolf had written down his musings onto paper.

"There isnt a cure." Kurt breathed out, seemingly to read the parchment, "I dont want to hurt anyone, I had to leave."

Blaines heart panged slightly at those words. It sounded all too familiar.

"I need to find these hunters. They might be able to help me."

Kurt threw the paper over his shoulder and dug the pile for another. Air thick with dust, Blaine rubbed his eyes despairingly, feeling awful for the werewolves they had taken out yesterday. What if they had the same sentiments as this one?

The hunter picked up another document and swept his gaze over it.

"I went to the hunters but they chased me out. They tried to kill me. They tried to kill our kind." The hunters read out solemnly, "Instead of helping, they tried to wipe us out."

The curly haired boy let out a soft gasp of astonishment.

All this time he thought that lycanthropy was uncontrollable. The beasts were just heartless killers, wanting nothing but to destroy humanity because they wanted to reign supremacy over human kind. He never once thought about how they felt. The books that regaled the tales of werewolves never once mentioned how perhaps some just wanted to be treated. Most were stories of bandits forced into werewolves and how they couldnt command their craving for slaughter.

Dropping the paper onto the floor, the hunter seemed vaguely aggravated.

"Miserable, isnt it?" He spoke out quietly, ice blue orbs trained onto the pile of documents on the floor. "All this assistance and safety that we hunters guarantee to you humans, but we pay no heed to any of these beasts."

Blaine found himself shutting his eyes in dread.

These monsters – they were far from merely just beasts that hunted for flesh. They had stories of their own and they were misinterpreted throughout the tales of the humans, always warranting the facts of how beasts were nothing but beasts.

Is that the reason why Kurt hates humans?

"My mother, Elizabeth never wanted us to cause pain for them." There was a tinge of regret in Kurts voice as it wavered in the dark cold hut, "And I never did."

There was a pause.

"Not until I met the Wendigo."

Blaine blinked. Even as he was possessed by the Wendigo, the beast lumbered through the forest, not even harming a single soul. He remained the guardian of the forest, watching from afar but he had never thought that there was more to that then monsters being none other than mere mindless killers.

Sighing, the ice blue eyed hunter gripped Blaines wrist abruptly, cutting the boys train of thought immediately.

"Ill tend to your wounds." The brunette clarified, pulling him over to sit on the chair. Obediently, Blaine followed, still feeling numb from the sudden bombshell of knowledge. Sagging back onto the wooden chair with a soft thud, he watched as Kurt pulled out bandages and small lotions of Rachels medic kit.

"Arent you glad we didnt bypass Sebastian instead," Kurt snorted amusedly, "Rachel is a gold mine of supplies."

Blaine tried to grin back and only managed a lopsided beam that the hunter raised a brow at.

"Her family line includes scientists," The hunter disclosed, opening a jar of sweet smelling gel. "They create scientific remedies and are always at the head of equipment. Not that Im dissing Burt or his home-made antidotes," Kurt pulled a face at that, "but Im sure Rachel is equipped with better gear for situations like this."

Gently, the hunter dabbed the liniment onto Blaines face.

Instead of familiar burning sensation, the cool mint salve made the boy groan in bliss. It was refreshing on his bruises and cuts, a mild scent of wild honey and eucalyptus wafted through his nose and he closed his eyes ecstatically, relaxing his sore tensed muscles.

"They are just as effective as Burts antidotes." Kurt hummed, "Look at that. Its closing up your wounds."

Blaine was too euphoric to retort.

The hunter had begun to prod around Blaines cuts on his shoulder, quietly covering the boys open gashes with the cream. Every time Kurt caressed over a wound, the heavenly vivifying mint caused him to squirm in elation. The heavy abrasion in his shoulder stopped hurting completely and Blaine let out a contented hum. Opening his eyes again, he was met with the bored look on Kurts face.

"Thank you for gracing me with those irksome noises." The brunette quipped coolly.

Blushing feverishly, Blaine glanced at his shoulder and almost fell out of the chair in revelation. His wounds had completely healed, not even a scar in sight. He moved his arm slightly and grinned when he felt absolutely no tenderness.

"I assume you are hale and hearty enough to tend to your own now." Kurt drawled, shoving the jar into Blaines hands.

Still looking away, the boy nodded. There was a sound of shuffling and Blaine turned back to see that the hunter had moved over to the table and was examining his injuries with raised eyebrows. Blinking, the dark haired boy dipped his finger into the cool gel and traced it curiously alongside the scars that Kurt had given with. Circled around his wrists were dark red marks, the apparent result of Kurts blue flames.

Relishing the refreshing feeling of Rachels ointment, Blaine smiled to himself.

"You actually pack a punch," snorted the other boy, bemused. "My gut actuallyhurts from your throwing punches."

Was there no end to Kurts constant repartee? Blaine bit the inside of his cheek guiltily, ignoring the playful glare the hunter was throwing at him.

"Guess you arent as useless as I thought you were." There was a soft chortle as Kurt healed himself with another strange smelling lotion from Rachels medic kit.

Silence ensued as they tended to their wounds.

Blaine watched in incredulity as the burnt marks around his wrists faded away; to a faint scarring then finally vanishing. How did Kurt even know which gel to use anyway? It seemed pretty safe to assume that Kurt knew the other huntress well enough to know that she would bring a medicinal kit every time she went for a hunt.

They were probably close friends before, Blaine thought with a pang of regret. Judging by the way Kurt talked about how snobbish Rachel was, it didnt seem as if she would willingly just show off her belongings to a random stranger. He pushed that thought away, saving it to maybe ask Kurt another time. After all, he still seemed fractious at the sound of the huntress, and Blaine thought back to the unpitying assault of the hunter.

Back at the glade, Kurt didnt even seem to want to recognise him and Blaine was scared stiff. The venom that he felt towards humans – it was suddenly directed towards him and he walked around nails with the hunter only to get the same treatment. It was partially his fault, the dark haired boy comprehended the unease the hunter felt towards humankind and still overstepped his boundaries with the quick to temper boy.

"Kurt?" Blaine broke the silence and immediately regretted it when he spotted the vexed look on Kurts face.

"Blaine?" Shot the hunter, brimming with mock worry.

Ignoring the sarcastic jibe, the dark haired boy locked his hazel brown pools onto Kurts. "Im sincerely sorry about overreacting, I got caught up in my own emotions and I was so scared you would harm me."

Kurt looked nonplussed and shrugged in reply.

"You know how a cornered rat would attack a cat, right? I felt that way and I am so genuinely sorry I hit you. I was just so afraid." Blaines voice trembled. "I want to stop feeling this way."

"Then stop." Came the standoffish reply. "Stop running and start facing your problems. Its alright to hurt sometimes. You are catastrophic, Blaine Anderson, but at least you are honest."

Kurt smirked faintly.

"I should take my own advice."

At that Blaine let out a small chuckle.

"I guess we all make mistakes huh? After all we are just merely human."

Within a quick span of seconds, the hunters face grew solemn and Blaine halted his chortle – did he do something wrong? Blinking in confusion, he shivered at the sober atmosphere that the brunette mustered up.

"Kur –"

"Not all of us." Kurt exhaled swiftly, "I think I owe you an explanation at least, for all the harm I have caused you." He spoke in soft undertones, ice blue eyes sharp and intense. "After all, I doubt I will be making it back to the village."

Blaine shook his head fiercely. "You are –"

"Just shut up and listen before I change my mind." Kurt snapped, interrupting his sentence, "Whatever is it, you deserve some sort of vindication."

Before the hunter could continue on, Blaine shot up from the chair and to Kurts complete utter horror; the boy enveloped the hunter in a tight hug. Squeezing the thin frame of the brunette, Blaine felt him tense under the physical contact, letting out a growl of aggravation.

"What," Spat the hunter venomously, his breath tickling the boys ear, "Are you doing?"

"Tell me when everything else is over." Blaine whispered, embracing the squirming figure, "Well have brunch and you can tell me everything."

"Can you let go of me?" There was a lack of sternness in Kurts voice now.

"Not till you promise me that well have brunch once everything is taken care of." The curly haired boy gripped firmly, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

"Blaine, get off me."

"Please?"

"I dont make promises I cant keep."

"Well have coffee and you can tell me all about it. Until then," Blaine let go out the struggling figure, locking his hazel eyes upon blue ones, "We stop running."

A blush rose upon the curly hair boys cheeks as Kurt rolled his eyes, obviously not amused.

"If you touch me again, I will not hesitate to break that promise."

Blaine nodded frantically and grinned, revealing all his pearly white teeth.

He was pretty sure Kurt was smiling too.