A/N: Please dont hate on Kurt, hes just really sad inside and needs a hug! (BLAINE PLS) I hope you guys are enjoying my fanfiction, I read every single review and I love every one of them! Thank you so much for your support and do review because I adore hearing your opinions!

When Blaine finally spoke, he found his interpolation startlingly bitter.

Twisting to look back at the brunette, his companion had his lips curled in disgust, vein in his neck throbbing dangerously, a seething look painted across his pale face. Of course the hunter would be pissed off; Blaine took the thing that meant everything to the other boy without permission of any sort.

Face in a dark mask, Kurt looked over piercingly, a dangerous glint in his ice blue orbs.

"I am sorry." The apology came out as a poignant tart squeak instead.

"Whatever for?" the hunter spat out acidly, scorn dripping from his lips as he scrutinized the other with complete hauteur, his eyebrows raised in mock uncertainty.

Gritting his teeth, Blaine cursed himself for even trying to help. All he needed Kurt to do was to listen for just a minute but the stubborn mule wouldnt even do so. He knew what to do but the hunter was just too obstinate to even hear Blaine out; immediately throwing dagger glares and thoughtlessly hissing.

Ignoring the sarcastic quip, the hazel eyed boy continued his apology.

"I shouldnt have done that. I apologise. I thought I could fix this," he waved his arms aimlessly, "mess of whatever this is, but I am apparently wrong."

"Keep biting that slice of humble pie, Im sure itll do you good." The statement was followed by an expressive glare.

Blaine bit his lips, resisting an irate retort.

Acknowledging the silence as his victory, the hunter smirked viciously and gestured to his arrow with a nudge of his head, signalling to Blaine that he was in a dangerous spot and shouldnt take a gander of starting a dispute.

Everything I say will be held against me anyway, Blaine reflected bitterly, turning back around and glowering at the woodland grounds.

He was trying to help after all. Whilst he was back in Kurts apartment, he found the silver box placed in one of the hunters drawers and though he knew very well not to snoop, instinctively he knew that he had to bring it along. It wasnt a sure way to stop the Wendigo, but at least it was something.

Hazel eyes clouded over, deep in thought.

The Wendigo was sure to be awaiting them. If the creature wanted them dead, it wouldve already come out of hiding and attacked. The beast was an intelligent being, full of vengeful antagonism as well as hunger. They were walking right into the belly of the beast but it seemed as if Kurt was insistent on whatever he was planning to do.

Knowing him, the boy wasnt just going to kill off the Wendigo trapped in his own father – it defeated the purpose of even finding Burt. If only he just listened, but that was akin to believing Cooper wasnt a bad person. Impossible.

He made a stupid decision to reveal the box to Kurt, but he thought the hunter actually trusted him enough to pay attention to what the dark haired boy had to say. When would it be the right time anyway? Either way, he guessed the outcome would probably turn out like this – him, having an arrow aimed at his head, forced to keep silent, and the box now in Kurts possession.

Blaine had to do something.

"When I was the Wendigo, I shared the same emotions, memories and thoughts so I know a way to destroy him." He stated boldly, ignoring the huff of annoyance that escaped the hunter.

"Let me make this very clear to you, Anderson," Blaines heart dropped at that name; it was the same tone Kurt had for Cooper, "You might be able to fight but Im the one that killed a Wendigo before."

At that, a brisk memory of the Wendigo darted through Blaines mind like an inky cloud of smog. Blurred images clouded his mind; a small brunette boy holding up a bow and shooting arrows repeatedly into the Wendigos body, flashes of Burt screaming "No! Not my son!" and little Kurt lying on the ground motionless, injured and bruised. The memories faded into nothingness, flames tickling the recollection after that vivid imagery, as if the Wendigo itself had faded into oblivion.

Blaine couldnt even fathom the valour Kurt had to barge into the woods with nothing but a set of bow and arrows, prepared to save his mother from the beasts clutches. For the boy to set his own parent on fire, stabbing her through the heart and watching her die in front of his little eyes – Blaine could never do so, even if it were Cooper.

Little did Kurt know, the Wendigo didnt take its last breath that very night.

"But you didnt just destroy the Wendigo, you killed her as well." Blaine murmured inaudibly under his breath, relieved that Kurt wasnt listening.

There was a pause.

"Its still alive because you didnt finish the job." He added in a louder voice.

If the hunter was listening, he showed no signs of even bothering to reply. The inner turmoil that resided in Blaines mind grew larger: for a person that wanted to help so badly, he seemed to be causing more damage than actually rectifying his mess.

It was a reminder that he wasnt as helpful as he thought he was and the reason why he didnt return to the town in the first place. He was self-seeking, thinking that if he could start a new life up in the woods everything would fall back into place. Trusting that the Wendigo would keep him away from ever seeing his family or humans, in general, ever again, he let the spirit engulf him that very night.

Blaines mind wandered off into the distance, his feet moving involuntarily, ignoring the heat glare sent from behind.

The Wendigo spirit was weak and feeble when Blaine first saw it, just a shell of its naturally potent self, the beast was flickering through death and life; waiting for the claws of hell to drag it down into goodness knows where. He had read about these intelligent beasts that roamed the winter forests, a cannibalistic violent creature that fed on human flesh: the irony that it was once created none other than by humans.

The myths spoke of a grandeur beast with glowing red eyes and wolfish facial features that chilled you to the bone, the creature having bone jutting flanks looking of malnourishment and the distinctive feature of antelope horns made of branches of the forest.

What Blaine saw was the ghost of the creature, a worn-out monster that took a glimpse of the shivering boy and then miraculously looked away. The melodious low humming that lured him into the cave that night stopped abruptly as the dying Wendigo let out a heart-rending howl.

Unbelievably, the creature had not attacked even though it had the upper hand. Blaine was defenceless and completely out of luck but the monster did not budge; it was either too tired to move or it took pity on the boy. Whichever it was, Blaine found it odd. Odd that the beast of the childrens nightmares was not doing what people alleged it to do.

People spoke about beasts not having any emotions of any sort – hunting and killing like they were born to do but as the boy stood merely a few feet away, all he saw was a hurt animal, watching wretchedly as it flickered in and out of existence.

It tugged at the boys heart strings. Here he stood, unharmed and full of health but he barely even wanted to subsist; there the fading monster lay, probably impaired and wanting nothing more than to be left alone to die.

Blaine watched, fascinated as the large creature turned away, presumably to hide its fading façade away and the boy found himself sitting onto the hard stone floor, mimicking the beasts position.

"You are tired too huh?" Blaines voice wavered, the cold frost of winter kicking in and he shivered. "Im exhausted, mentally of course, but you cant tell that, can you?" He let out a chortle, finding it amusing to be having a civilized though one-way conversation with a beast the villagers feared so much.

"Do you know what its like to be something you are not?" He murmured to himself, lifting his palms and staring at them as if they had the answer. "Like some sort of puppet on string, just going through the motions because you are confined." He closed his eyes, "Its funny because Im living but I feel lifeless."

Something in the boys mind clicked.

Instead of turning tail and lumbering away, the boy stood up and approached the emaciated beast, a hand outstretched, eyes widened in trepidation. The Wendigo turned to the direction of the shuffling noise, and watched vigilantly, its piercing eyes narrowed and its mouth parted slightly, a drooling tongue lapping across its sharp toothy grin.

Even as wildly insidious as the Wendigo was suspected to be, no monster deserved to die, especially not one that couldve eaten Blaine right there and then but did not. He halted when he was inches away from the beasts wide perilous grin.

"Take my body and you can live." He found himself whispering darkly, the red orbs blinking slowly as it was leisurely comprehending the situation at hand.

There was no point turning back.

"You can use me as a cot to heal," Blaine murmured, throat tightening in apprehension as the Wendigo started to stalk around him in a circular motion, "Ill give you my body and in return, all I ask is for you to never leave the forest."

It was senseless to even trust the beast but the boy felt certain that it wasnt as bad as people depicted it.

The beast continued to encircle the boy, limping on its feet and looking weary.

"If its true, you can slowly enkindle yourself through me." His voice quivered but he knew that anything would be better than going back. A sudden light headedness engulfed his mind and he knew that any second now, he would see nothing but darkness.

A way out.

"Thank you." He found himself whispering.

Blaine Anderson shut his eyes and waited for death to liberate him.

It never came.

Minutes ticked by but the boy felt no pain, no sudden fight for his life and strangely, no more noisy crackling bones of the Wendigo.

Gradually opening his hazel eyes, he found himself staring at nothing but a shallow cave wall. No Wendigo, nothing. It was as the monster vanished from plain sight and Blaine had just been talking to an illusion of his mind. Was he not dead?

A crippling sense of realisation skimmed through his skin.

He was awfully ravenous.

"Are you even listening to me?"

Kurts voice broke Blaines reminiscence and he found himself back to reality, back in the forest, pursuing the Wendigos trail to find Burt Hummel. The hunter had apparently been elucidating about something but the other boy too engrossed in his memories to pay attention to him.

Swivelling back, he turned to the hunter, a questioning gaze in his eyes.

"Do you think the Wendigo is truly evil?" came the enquiry, solemn and soft.

Kurt looked absolutely affronted.

Displaying a dangerous set of pearls, the hunter smiled inhumanly, an unyielding jaw gutted out in acid exasperation. His voice was thick with insinuation as he spoke in a voice as cold as death itself.

"Do you know that I could accidentally stab you in the foot?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice, "How about burning in eternal flames until you turn into nothing but ashes? Pretty thrilling, dont you think?"

Blaine scowled.

"What bit you in the nether-regions?" He grunted quietly but the hunter picked it up, looking a tad homicidal now with his chestnut hair sticking up in his sweat.

"You know, when Cooper told me not to kill you, I obliged," his tone now ascending to a murderous falsetto, "And I honestly justly regret not doing so."

Blaines cheeks turned scarlet.

"Even Sebastian is better company," Kurt sighed, his voice still tinged with menace. "At least I can shut him up."

Trying his best to ignore the hunters snark, Blaine turned back to the front, silently wishing that he never got himself into this mess in the first place. He decided to continue his recollection of memories instead of listening to Kurts livid grievances.

The memories drifted back, clouding over the fury he felt for the hunter.

He was back in the Wendigos cavern.

Standing gawkily in the enormous empty cave, Blaine finally managed to move his feet, feeling exhausted from just being still and padded quickly out of the stone walls, out into the snowy forest lands. Ahead, a snow storm was beginning and even though he did not want to partake in a battle with the icy winds, he craved for something to eat.

He frowned, folding his arms and feeling dim he even thought about giving the Wendigo his body. What use would it do? It probably died trying to take Blaines soul away. He wavered, wondering whether to step out into the open or stand here at the entrance of the cave and wait for the snow to freeze him to death.

A sudden noise pricked his ears, a deafening footstep that sounded as if it came from a giant.

Feeling slightly intimidated, Blaines eyes darted about, wondering where the noises came from. It grew louder and louder until it became too insufferable, the boy covering his ears with his hands and peering woefully into the distance.

It sounded like running. Well, a giant running, to be specific.

Panicking slightly, Blaine stepped back, glancing around worriedly, the strident foot falls seemingly to come from every single direction and were coming closer. Vexed at the sudden noise, the boy remained still, ears pricked for anything. He was almost unwary when, out of the blue, a shadow appeared at the entrance of the cave, barely a few feet in front of Blaine.

Was that a beast?

He opened his mouth to speak when the familiar sound of a cocking gun was heard.

"Whos there?" The gruff voice resounded through the empty cave walls.

A human. Blaines jaw dropped and he raised both arms up, a gesture to show that he was both defenceless and harmless.

The man that entered the Wendigos cave had noticed Blaines sudden movement and now aimed the fully loaded pistol at the boy, who blinked in shock. There was a snort as the bandit, Blaine assumed he was one, cautiously treaded close, his face coming into view.

"What do we have here?" The mans voice sounded more like he was grinding on rocks, "A vulnerable little boy and from the looks of your coat, Im assuming you are one of them rich folks."

Those grey eyes that glinted didnt seem friendly at the least and the wicked smirk that unfurled on the gruff looking mans face was far from amiable.

Blaine glanced at himself and shook his head hurriedly.

"Im not –"

Without warning, a gunshot was fired and Blaine shut his eyes tightly, wincing at the bright sudden pain that spread on his right shoulder. He let out a gasp and grabbed the wound tightly, the warm liquid now painting his hand red.

"Youll be worth all the bounty I need once I get out of these damnable woods!" The bandit shrieked with satisfaction, exposing his toothy grin.

At once, Blaine was plagued with a disturbing sensation of hunger, was it really time to feel hungry? Without even noticing, he found himself moving forward with alarmingly chaste strides and lunging at the bandit, the man so astonished he dropped his pistol and he fell onto the ground with a clang.

Pinning the bigger sized man down, Blaine found himself beleaguered with the urge to eat the man, not even realising that he had an unexpected augmentation of vigour to hold the bandit down. The grey eyed prey whimpered in fear and without warning or any thought, the boy sunk his teeth into the humans flesh and tore forcibly at his throat.

Blaines heart pounded heavily in his chest, the only thought in his head that echoed around was that he was famished. The grey eyed bandit kicked harshly at Blaines shoulder blades but to the boys surprise, he did not even feel any sort of pain, the thought of alluring flesh clouding his mind.

The bandit let out a gurgling wail as he struggled viciously to escape, the smell fear making Blaine thrilled as he shredded the man into pieces with his bare hands, the sounds of bawling failing into the winter night, finally ending in silence.

Only when the strong scent of blood hit the boys nose did he register what he had done. With blood soaked hands and the rubbery taste of metal in his throat, Blaine let out a silent gasp of fear, feeling light headed and sickened at the display of meat in front of him. He staggered back, breaths coming out in huffs and falling on the cave ground with a thud.

Terror stricken, he gasped at the thick blood bath on the floors, the howling of the wind louder and brighter than anything else in his head.

Panic set in. What on earth happened? Did he just eat that man? Did his arm just mended by itself? A bolt from the blue made Blaine realise that he wasnt even shivering from the cold anymore. He paced away from the dead blood drenched body of the bandit, feeling distressed; what was going on?

Realisation dawned on him that his arm had stopped hurting all together and he hastily glanced over at the wound that was supposedly there only to become conscious that it healed; with the exception of the hole in his sleeve, the skin beneath it was clean and unharmed.

He stopped.

Could it be? After all that display of brute strength and hunger was something that Blaine was not used to at all. The fear in the bandits eyes – he mustve have saw that there was something abnormal about him.

A saunter past an ice-formed puddle confirmed his suspicions as he glanced down, an unfamiliar face reflected, staring back at him.

The Wendigos malicious smile was looking intently back at him.

And Blaine found himself unconsciously grinning.

"Frankly, Im thinking about just ditching you." Once again, Kurts frosty sneer broke through his reverie and Blaine pondered about how the hunters bitter voice actually felt chillier than the winter winds that breezed their way.

"You cant find Burt without me." Blaine stated wryly.

"Im being to doubt that you can even do that." Came the scornful deride.

That was the straw that broke the camels back.

The hazel eyed boy came to a grinding halt and whipped around to fix Kurt with the fiercest glare he could muster up – which botched up the moment he noticed the hunters sharp arrow marked right in the middle of his eyebrows.

Forcing himself to keep the glower, Blaine opened his mouth to speak but the brunette cut him off immediately.

"Your ceaseless chatter will bring us nowhere. The constant need to try to help me, as you so kindly stated, has been nothing but a nuisance. If you want to help, then just shut up and lead the damn way, Anderson. You are a futile tool and I am not in the mood to argue with such an impenetrable emotional wreck."

The disparage of Kurts displeasure was candidly spat out, ice blue eyes blazing pitilessly, vindictive words piercing Blaines heart.

Instead of wrathfully swiping back with contempt as he planned earlier, the dark haired boy found himself suddenly derelict with cheerless misery as he managed out a tiny peep.

"Am I really such a pest to you?" The question sounded more like a statement.

Or to everyone else? He added internally when Kurt didnt reply.

Blaine wrapped his arms around himself, feeling the winter chill creep in. Why was Kurt behaving in such a hostile way? Much like a provoked animal, he noted tetchily, perplexed at the silence. In fact, the moment the hunter met him, it was like tethering on a sea of frozen ice – one wrong step and he found himself sinking into the icy depths below.

Icy depths indeed, he mouthed under his breath, remembering the frosty glares sent his way.

The mahogany brown forest was an arboreal lotus land; Blaine shifted his view to the direction they were headed, brushing away any kind of thoughts of Kurt away hurriedly. They had thankfully found themselves out of werewolf territory, favourably unharmed. The pine trees slowly faded into the silent distance, replaced by new silver birches and arcane spruce trees, all stripped bare by the winter breeze and standing tall, watching them.

It was hard to map out where they were exactly at considering most of the forest looked alike except for a few important landmarks to watch out for. Judging by the spruce trees that spread out easily throughout the woodlands, it felt less condensed then the werewolf territory, where the trees were locked so closely together, they had to trudge and push past bushes and trees.

The terrain was like chalk and cheese compared to the pine woods, with smoother ground and a wider easier route to trudge upon. Blaine noted how it was easier to spot out prey since they were not covered in by trees; and with a heavy heart, he realised that they were the prey of the forest.

The hazel eyed boy looked at his palms, dusted by the moonlight and how it looked so foreign to him. With their figures exposed in the light of the moon and not blocked by trees, Blaine noted that stealth was not on their side; and apparently so did the hunter.

"Do you even know where we are headed?" Demanded the irate brunette, sounding thoroughly exasperated.

Blaine gritted his teeth crossly, biting back a snide remark.

He knew the forest well, he had stayed there for three whole years, in hiding and feeding on bandits that crossed his path – of course he knew the woods better than anyone, maybe perhaps even Kurt Hummel: that made him oddly satisfied.

They were getting closer, he glanced at his surroundings, even with cloned trees and trails that seemed to lead to absolutely no where, Blaine was certain they were approaching the heart of the woods – perhaps maybe a day or so away. After all, all they had to find the colossal oak tree that hid the greatest surreptitious grotto of all: the Wendigos veiled cavern.

"Anderson." Kurts bark was sharp and close; Blaine turned to see that the hunter was now walking right beside him (how did he even move that fast?) and glaring straight ahead, ostensibly aggravated by something.

"If you could kindly," He pressed an emphasis on the word kindly with so much venom it actually stung, "Tell me where we are."

The hunter seemed at unease – it was not a proverbial sight and realisation dawned on Blaine when he grasped the fact that Kurt was all prickly was because he did not know where they were. A small smirk tickled his lips as the dark haired boy raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"We are almost there, dont worry. I cant pinpoint the exact location but we are close to the waterfall near the mermans lair." He explained coyly, ignoring the death stare that the hunter was giving him.

"Do you not know where we are?" He added on after a moments silence, feeling pleased at the hunters discomfort.

Kurt let out a snort and ignored him, storming forward with his bow outstretched, observing his surroundings albeit irately. Blaine grinned mischievously as he waltzed to keep up with his companion, feeling the glower of Kurt Hummel pierce him as the hunter reluctantly let him lead the way.

They entered a pathway clogged with a clump of condensed tree limbs, branches sticking out awkwardly and they had to duck to avoid bumping onto the wood.

Moving through huge leaves, Blaine led the way, twisting around the obstacles, ducking and occasionally slicing through the huge branches that stuck his way. Turning around he noted that Kurt was gliding gracefully, avoiding the branches with ease.

Swivelling back, Blaine pushed a stubborn condensed branch hurriedly. Before he could venture forward, there was a loud "thwack" as the branch swung back and hit something else.

Oh no.

There was a grunt of displeasure as Blaine whipped back, holding back a chortle of laughter when he saw a red mark now beginning to form on the hunters head. The brunette looked discombobulated with tousled hair and a look of complete enragement as he locked on his furious glare.

Blaine opened his mouth to mutter an apology before he burst out into laughter but once more; the hunter beat him to speaking.

"Oh you think this is funny?"

"Yeah actually I do. Considering you beat a pack of werewolves but cant even avoid that tree branch." The boy giggled good-naturedly.

The hunter was not amused.

He proved that by once more aiming his arrow directly at Blaine.

"I had quite enough of you, Blaine Anderson." Kurt hissed loathingly, "You started this Wendigo business, caused my old friend to die and my father to get captured – not to mention that you stole one of my personal items – I dont even know why I trusted you in the first place."

At this Blaine tensed up. Kurt was not one to hold back on his anger and that arrow looked awfully sharp.

"Is that why you are acting so hostile towards me?" He responded quickly, eyes trained on the weapon that the hunter held. "You dont listen to what I have to say, you sneer at everything I say and I dont appreciate how you treat me like some sort of toy that you can blissfully just throw around! Im human too and I have emotions!"

Kurt bared his teeth.

"Yes I started this and I admit that its my fault." Blaine raised his hands up in surrender, "And Ive been trying to make up for the mistakes but you are making it so difficult for me!" He frowned.

"Im not your doormat and Im certainly not going to let you mock me. Im not someone that you can just enthusiastically deride at relentlessly." The dark haired boy strained his voice, watching the hunter with distress. "You might think of me foolish, to be throwing my emotions at you but I sincerely care for you and its not because I pity you, Kurt! I want to make this work!" He gestured pathetically at himself and his companion.

"You arent making anything work with stealing my box–" Kurt was cut off.

"I am not going to let you sacrifice yourself for your dad!" Blaine bellowed, "I know what you are planning to do and Im not going to let you!"

Kurts eye twitched at that but Blaine continued on his rant, "Maybe Im a sensitive snob; maybe I do care a lot about what others think of me so your words, they hurt like knives. I have an inclination to help you, Kurt Hummel but I wont stand anymore of your volatile antagonism towards me! I apologised, I admitted my wrongs but you are still pissed off! Either you tell me whats got your knickers in a twist or shoot me in the head!"

He regretted the moment he said those words because a smirk snaked its way onto Kurts lips.

"No wait, dont shoot me yet," Blaine shrunk back, pressing his back up against an ancient spruce tree, realising that he had just let out an uproar at the disgruntled hunter who had him in a dead end.

The brunette inched closer, until his arrow was brushing the tip of the other boys nose and he was close enough for Blaine to smell the musky scent of the hunter, creating a strange kindle in his stomach.

"Do you really want to know why Im pissed off?" Kurts voice trailed on, his eyes inspecting the others with an apathetic glint.

Blaine gulped but nodded.

"Im aggravated at the way you invade my private space, not just my personal belonging but my bubble," The hunter hissed coldly, narrowing his eyes and curling his lips in a snarl, "I abhor your constant smiling and your brainless banter. I repulse at your vast knowledge of this forest and do you know what I hate most about you, Anderson?"

The dark haired boy shook he his; no, he really didnt want to know. His wide brown eyes filled with fear and he looked miserably back at the hunter.

Kurts face relaxed for a fleeting moment.

"I detest how humanly emotional you are."

Replaced with a scowl now, the hunter pulled away, his hands gripped so tightly on his bow; Blaine could see his veins popping.

"Because you remind me of her."

That murmur that escaped Kurt was almost inaudible but Blaine caught it, clear as day.

Blinking in surprise that the hunter admitted that to him, he found himself rendered completely speechless. True as it was, the brunette was unpredictable; but perhaps it was because he didnt know how to fully express himself.

There was a sigh that escaped the boy. For a moment in time, everything seemed to slow down as Kurt looked up at Blaine, a heart-shattering smile on his pale face, something dreadfully alien to the dark haired boy.

"I keep wishing she were you." The hunter bit his lip, "You hold memories of her that I wish I had."

With that, the moment vanished, Kurts frosty glare materialising onto his face once more and Blaine realised with deep disquiet, that the most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks ones heart – hearts are made to be broken – but that it turns ones heart to stone.