A/N: SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT - I was rewriting this chapter countless of times and I really hope I give my darling Blaine Anderson justice.

Kurt paced around his living room, feeling the gaze of Blaine burn onto his back. Blaine Anderson was no Wendigo, for sure, he noted internally, with that alarmed expression so similar to his older brothers; looking like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

"You know where Burt is?" Kurts frown deepened as he repeated the other boys declaration, "How do you know who Burt is?"

He turned his head to glower icily at the boy that was once the beast.

"Or rather why should I even trust you?"

The happy bark of Sam, who had begun to delightedly paw Blaines feet, reminded Kurt the real reason why he even allowed the other boy to enter the house in the first place. If the Cerberus had noticed something off, he wouldve reacted the same way he first reacted when Blaine was possessed by the Wendigo.

"You could just tell me where it is and Ill be on my merry way." Kurt quipped curtly, "I have no time for the likes of you."

At that Blaines face fell, the hazel brown pools looking ever so wounded; Kurt couldnt fathom how the other party was even damaged by his words – after all they barely knew each other and the hunter knew absolutely nothing about the other male.

Displeased at the reaction, Kurts immediate thought was to forcefully tug the information out and push Blaine out of the door; but those innocent deep brown irises were intriguingly dispelling any thoughts of kicking the other boy out of the house. Instead, he clenched his fists, narrowing icy blue eyes at the once-was beast. What did Blaine Anderson want?

Curling his upper lip, the brunette forced his clenched fists down – examined Blaines poignant look and let out a huff.

"You cant just pinpoint the location of the Wendigo unless you are a Wendigo –" Kurt mumbled, on auto-pilot, feeling the dark haired boys gaze on him, "So telling me would be completely useless – you have to show me."

There was a quick nod and Kurt scowled at himself.

"And how will I know that you wont be leading me directly to a deathtrap?"

Before Blaine could answer, Kurt lifted up a hand swiftly, an acknowledgement that he was of no threat; at least not yet.

"I have a long tale to tell," the curly haired boy murmured, eyes glazed over with guilt and anxiety, "And I know you wont wholly trust me."

The hunter nodded slowly, dipping his head at Blaine to carry on.

"While I was possessed by the Wendigo, I was not completely overcome with the beasts desires to eat or kill," Blaine undertoned darkly, "Not entirely, but me, human me – I was still present in that body."

Kurt felt an unsettling chill run up his arm.

Blaine looked away, trying to pretend to examine Sams stump that was once a head.

"The Wendigo," he muttered, kneeling down to ruffle the Cerberus fur, "Possessed me in a way that was different from the others."

The hunters blue eyes widened.

Blaine glanced up to examine Kurts expression, his petulant pools clouded over with pity. Swallowing the urge to quip at the other male, he waved his hand reluctantly, encouraging the other boy to continue his speech.

"Sorry." the curly haired boy sounded softer now, "I apologise, Kurt." He murmured gently, strangely soothingly, "For dragging you into all this."

Kurt let out an unenthusiastic grunt.

"But you have to know this," Blaine spoke slower, guardedly, as he gazed away from the hunter, "The Wendigo that possessed me," He paused, shutting his eyes and shaking his head, "Is that same Wendigo that possessed Elizabeth."

Kurts jaw dropped.

What? He had killed the beast years ago; he had destroyed any evidence that was left of the Wendigo – he saw the monster die right in front of him. How could it be that it was the same beast that once roamed the town?

Sam let out a wuff, seemingly to try to ease any tension.

Blaine stood up promptly, apprehensively locking his hazel eyes with Kurts own blue ones.

"Im sorry," He murmured, looking embarrassed, a red blush forming on his face as he watched the hunter with a hurt expression, "I didnt mean to say her name."

The brunette paused for a moment, vaguely curious as to why he didnt even feel any sort of resentment towards the stranger that stood in front of him. The loss of Burt made him feel hollow inside – Kurt sighed internally, perhaps he was feeling too defeated to even argue with the once Wendigo possessed Blaine Anderson.

"I watched the Wendigo die," Kurt gritted his teeth, "I was the one that killed it. I shot a silver arrow right into its heart and it disappeared –"

"But you didnt –"

Kurt shot a dark glare at the hazel eyed boy, abruptly silencing him. There was a cold pregnant pause as Blaines eyebrows shot up in astonishment.

"You are merely a boy, not even a hunter. You know naught about the monsters that lurk in the forest; Ive hunted Wendigos – have you?"

The hunters voice echoed around the house, feeling satisfied at the hurt look upon Blaines face.

Instead of turning tail like what Cooper Anderson wouldve done; Kurt was taken aback when the other boys expression formed into something of deep annoyance. Blaine folded his arms, narrowed his eyes and let out a loud scoff that could have competed with Kurts own.

"Yes, Im merely a boy and Im not a hunter, but Ive been one with a Wendigo – Ive seen the things he has done and the emotions he feels – have you?"

At once Blaines face coloured up again.

"I just want to help you; I just need you to listen, please Kurt Hummel?"

There was a pause.

Without even waiting for Kurts retort, Blaine had started to talk once more.

"The Wendigo," He blurted out, "Hes here to settle a score – with you and with Burt. Hes out for revenge."

Kurts frown deepened but he stayed silent, thoughtful, watching the other boy with a deep curious expression. Blaine, the ever opportunist, took the silence as an acknowledgement to continue his story.

"Hes not dead because you didnt kill him. You purely damaged him." Blaines voice wavered slightly, as he looked away from the gradual anger that seemed to grow from Kurt.

Sam let out an encouraging "weff" at the side.

"He is resentful, angry – I felt it. I felt the same kind of frenzy he did when he saw you, Kurt." The boy whispered darkly, peering over at the hunter, "But you know about Wendigos, dont you, Kurt? They live to play with their prey – thats why he has Burt now."

Bottled up flames grew within Kurts belly, as he clenched his fists, unable to comprehend what Blaine had just told him. It was impossible. He shut his eyes, willing the sudden bile that rose in his throat to go away. Elizabeth was dead, he watched her die in front of him; the Wendigo couldnt have survived the flames.

Sudden warm hands touched his arms and Kurt recoiled sharply.

Blaines outstretched hand immediately shrunk back as he blinked in utter confusion at the sudden harsh reaction from the brunette.

"Do not touch me." Kurt hissed frostily, "You seem to think that we are close – let me enlighten you, Anderson, I wouldve killed you if it werent for Cooper!"

At the mention of his brother, Blaines eyes narrowed swiftly, a sudden tension filled the room as he stepped closer to Kurt, an irate look on his face. Sam let out a warning growl, suddenly trotting over to Kurt and looking warily at Blaine.

"Honestly," Blaine looked exasperated now, watching the Cerberus with chary, "None of this wouldve happened if Cooper didnt dump me in the woods!"

Sams heads bared their teeth at the loud declaration, ready to crush his jaws down Blaine; the left head looked up at Kurt, waiting for the approval of the hunter but got nothing in reply.

"Look," the dark haired boy raised his hands up in surrender, "Whether or not youre going to let the dog rip off me head (Sam let out a proud ruff), time is running out: believe me when I say I can take you to the Wendigos hideout."

Burt needs me, whatever Blaines story is, it can wait.

Kurt pressed Sams head down gently, and the Cerberus let out a whine before trotting over to Blaine once more and pawing his hand. "You traitor," the boy scoffed softly to himself as he ruffled the Cerberuss fur.

The hunter observed the dark haired male with distrust, feeling helpless – unable to comprehend the situation he was in. Cooper and Blaine; whatever that was going on there, he would get to the bottom of it; but Burts safety came first.

"Burt isnt dead yet." Kurts question came out as a command.

To that Blaine nodded, face stoic all of a sudden, not leaving any trace of emotion.

"Then we have to act fast." The hunter dusted his pants, placed his bow and quivers on the dining table, and headed to the stairs, beckoning Blaine to come along – Sam trailing behind Kurt, happily bouncing on his feet.

The chestnut haired boy headed down the spiral stairs down to his weaponry room, ceremoniously pulling the door open and frowning at the terrified yelp that came from the white Cerberus. Glancing back, Kurt noticed the wild fear imprinted in the hell hounds ice blue eyes – as he guessed, the hunters weapon stock that lay amongst the shelving of the room had struck a chord of panic in the Cerberuss heart.

So it was probably safe to assume that another hunter had taken Sams left head as a trophy, Kurt scowled, he would take care of that – but as of now – he halted and bent down to face the heads of the white furred creature. The centre head was letting out horrified whimpers, staring at all the silver in the room, its head moving left and right rapidly; while the right head had a very stern look in those bright blue eyes.

Blaine watched curiously from behind, seemingly slightly nervous about the serpent tail of the Cerberus coiling and springing in worrisome.

"Hey," Kurt patted the Cerberus middle head gently, urging the beast to look at him instead. "Its alright, Sam. Ill never harm you."

His voice low and calming; Kurt moved over to tickle the chin of the creature. "There, there," He murmured, watching the fear slowly leave the bright blue pools and was quickly replaced with a watchful curious look.

Silently making a note to find whoever damaged his companion, Kurt ruffled the beasts heads with his hands, clicking his tongue at the right head which playfully nipped his arm and glancing back up to see Blaine studying them with an intense look of utter amazement.

Raising a brow, Kurt shuffled back up and patted the dust off his jeans.

"We need to equip ourselves with weapons. No point entering the forest unarmed." He announced coolly, the vigilant hazel eyes of Blaine now on him.

Kurt padded off the right of the room, feeling the heat of the other boys gaze on his back as he moved around the shelving and cupboards, finding a suitable weapon for Blaine. A sudden sense of gripping alarm was raised in the hunters mind when he recalled the exact déjà vu experience where he first met Cooper Anderson.

There was a thud to his left and Kurt whirled around only to see Blaine scuffling through his books and notes, above the shelf of him, hung swords on display – and Kurt strained the urge to throw something over and knock the swords down onto the other party.

He was definitely no Cooper Anderson.

"I would really appreciate it," Kurt drawled coldly, getting Blaines attention, "If you could kindly not touch anything."

Instead of stopping, Blaine pulled out a small silver box.

Mentally cursing himself for leaving his bow in the dining room, Kurt leaped into action, grabbing his trusty dagger from his pocket and threw it at Blaine – missing the boy by an inch as the other male ducked, hazel eyes wide with fear but fingers still clutched around the silver box.

Sam let out a growl from the corner of the room, looking both petrified and stern.

"Kurt!" Blaine gasped, glancing at the dagger that struck a hole in one of the shelving and back at Kurt with aghast.

"Drop that." Kurt warned darkly, feeling his face heat up in anger. "Drop that!"

Swiftly, the other boy placed the box on the floor and raised his arms in surrender, backing away from the box and glowering at Kurt now, an incredulous look drawn across his face.

"You didnt have to try to hurt me!" Blaine snapped, "You couldve just asked nicely!"

Mentally stabbing the other boy, Kurt bared his teeth in irritation. For a polite, shy boy that Cooper once told him, how dare Blaine even touch that box – much less all of the hunters personal stuff? How dare he glare daggers at Kurt – that twerp of a boy?

Instead of answering him, the brunette stormed over to take the silver box and shot the most venomous glare he could at the other male – stomping off to the right corner of the room and feeling the vicious need to leave Blaine with nothing but a silver spoon as a weapon.

Sam let out a howl and Kurt shushed him crossly.

"I apologise, but you didnt have to react that way." Blaine huffed out from behind, sounding less than sincere. "People honestly dont enjoy aggression and neither do animals."

Kurt ignored the quip. Gently placing the silver box down, he began digging the drawers – time to search for salt bracelets, small daggers – anything that could possibly take down the Wendigo without hurting Burt too much. No guns, Kurt scowled – it was dangerous without them but he had to ensure Burts safety.

"You know, keeping yourself walled up from people isnt helping yourself very much." Blaine noted curtly, sounding slightly annoyed.

Kurt gritted his teeth.

"If were going to do this right, we should at least open up so that you can trust me – and I on the other hand, can help you." The dark haired boy continued on, "Re-introductions are in order."

Once again, commanding every inch and cell in his body not to kill the other male in the room, Kurt snapped his glare over to Blaine, who was starting to walk towards him, a smile plastered on his stupid face.

"My name is Blaine Anderson." The curly haired boy halted a few metres away, looking pleased at himself, "Im an advocate for the beasts protection services and –"

"Stop." Kurt interrupted, glowering at the irksome boy. "Can you just-" He rubbed his temples and shut his eyes in aggravation. "Just stand there with Sam and shut up?"

Blaine opened his mouth to say something but stopped short at the malicious glint in Kurts ice blue eyes. Thankfully, Kurt noted internally as he eyed the boy who trudged, discomfited, towards the white furred creature, he listened this time.

Sam let out a loud commanding waff as he padded around Blaine, his right head glaring austerely at the dark haired boy.

Turning back to his collection of protective bracelets and intricately carved daggers, a sudden realization hit the hunter – Blaine had rushed over to Kurts place with a terrified look on his face as if the other boy was running away from something – the brunettes curiosity was peeked, but he didnt want to entertain Blaine with a conversation, judging by the cantankerous look upon the other partys face.

Quietly, Kurt packed in the necessities in a little grey hover sack bag, promptly throwing in torches and a bunch of fairy dust sachets to ward away any Gnomes. He glanced back over at Sam and Blaine, the boys eyes now wandering across the room at the silver sword that hung on the farthest from Kurt and Sam gruffly scratching his fur.

Kurt bit his lip, stopping himself from starting a conversation with other boy – feeling strangely disconcerted at the silence that now stilled the room. Usually, he would feel rather at home with the silence, the hunter stalked over to the sword that Blaine was staring at, uncannily uncomfortable at the quietness.

Sam let out a soft wuff that filled the room, seemingly to read Kurts mind and catching Blaines attention.

"Arent you just a beauty?" Blaine murmured gently over to the white furred fluff.

The Cerberus hummed happily.

Kurt snorted. Quite the irony, he rolled his blue eyes as he pulled open a few more drawers, digging for some sort of tranquilizer that he got a few years ago – where did he last put it? Probably when they hunted those beasts for the townsfolk of the South; the city was plagued with a sudden attack of werewolves and unlike the other hunters, Burt had demanded them to tranquilize the werewolves instead and bring them back into the forest.

"Ive seen this Cerberus before," the dark haired boy declared, "While I was possessed by the Wendigo."

Kurts train of thoughts were cut off as he peered over to stare at Blaine.

"I chased the hunter that cut off his head." The boy sounded excited as he bent down to look at Sam, running his fingers down the white furry creature, "Just in the nick of time too."

Sam let out a contented grunt.

"You took him in." Blaines voice wavered slightly, "Because you knew he wouldnt make it out there; thank you."

Bright hazel eyes locked onto Kurts blue ones and the hunter felt a sudden rush of nostalgia, those words – they sounded awfully like what his mother wouldve said. Breaking the intense gaze, the brunette looked away; pursing his lips in an attempt to look insipid from the stare that Blaine gave him.

"It was a girl hunter." Was the proclamation, as the sound of footfalls came closer to Kurt, "She had curly brown hair and the loudest voice Ive ever heard."

The chestnut haired hunter didnt have to turn around to know that Blaine was standing behind him now, tiptoeing over at the brunettes shoulder in curious amusement.

"I chased her but she was fast on her feet – by the time I went back to see if the Cerberus was alright, he had already disappeared into his hiding hole."

Kurt snorted.

"Well thats helpful." He stated flatly, reaching out to pull the dusty machinery from a pile of old books: the tranquilizer, at last.

"Im glad you took him in." Blaine sounded jubilant, "Hell hounds are known for being loyal and amazing hunters. Look at him," there was a scuffle of noise as Sam let out a loud proud bark, "hes basically your bodyguard now."

The hunter narrowed his eyes. How did Blaine know about Cerberuss being hell hounds?

"Did the Wendigo tell you that?" Came the annoyed snap as Kurt whirled around to examine Blaines eager grin.

"Dont flatter him," Blaine laughed; a low chortle that sounded melodious and his hazel eyes twinkled with interest, "I know just about as much as you, Kurt."

There was a long pregnant pause.

Instead of asking him how he knew about the beasts of the forest, Kurt grabbed the sheathed silver sword on display and handed it curtly over to Blaine.

"Then you will prove to me more useful than Cooper." He noted, slightly satisfied at the dumbfounded look on the other boys face, "Know how to wield a sword at least?"

Blaine nodded lightly.

Handing the hover sack to the curly haired male, Kurt glanced pointedly at Sam, who was now watching them with wide blue eyes. He would bring the Cerberus along with them; he would – but he wasnt sure how the white furred beast would take running and tracking the forest with his unbalanced heads.

"He shouldnt follow us," Blaine read Kurts mind; "Hell be better off staying here."

Feeling agitated at the sudden closeness of the other boy, Kurt stepped away, nodding in silent agreement. As much as he was satisfied with how Blaine wasnt as confused as his brother, he didnt enjoy the friendliness of the once Wendigo that tried to decapitate him.

"Im sorry about the box." Blaines hand was outstretched and Kurt flinched back slightly, staring outlandishly at the open palm.

There was a pause as the brown haired boy let out a sigh and shook his head.

"I promise Ill get out of your life after you get your Dad back." He looked kindly at Kurt, hazel eyes gentle and wide, withdrawing the hand with a little sad smile on his face. "Until then, please, just take me as your friend."

There was a curt nod from Kurt.

Blaines smile grew wider.

"Perfect," He slung both the hover sack and sheathed sword over his shoulder; grinning from ear to ear, "Shall we head off?"

The hunters brows were raised.

"Arent you a little too thrilled to be basically walking right into a death trap?"

Blaine let out another chuckle.

"Its been 3 years since I had a friend." His eyes sparkled with zest.

Kurt snorted grumpily, walking over to the door with Sam gratefully leaping up to trot after him. For an unbalanced Cerberus, he seemed pretty able to amble out of the weaponry room with ease. Acknowledging Kurts gaze, the white creature licked the hunters hand gently before clumsily bolting up the stairs back into the living room.

It wasnt going to be easy. Kurt exhaled softly, lightly climbing up the stairway behind Sam; he didnt want to face the same thing he did when he was a child – not with Burt. Was he going to see those grey-green eyes within the monstrous beast body – fangs that dripped with blood and the hollow skeleton body that once was his dad?

He shuddered, heading to the counter and grabbing his bow and quivers, slinging them over his shoulder.

"Kurt," Blaines voice called out unexpectedly, the dark haired boy materializing beside him, a questioning look upon his face.

An irate scowl formed on Kurts pale features as he narrowed his eyes in a questioning glare. How can one boy be so intriguing yet annoying continues to remain a mystery to Kurt. Stepping away lightly, he raised his brows in reply to his name being called.

"While I was possessed by the Wendigo," Blaine seemed to cautiously measure his words out, "I saw something."

The hunter tilted his head, interested.

"Go on." He urged evenly, nonchalantly running a hand down his dusty messy hair.

Blaine murmured quietly, "While everyone else had some kind of heat signature –"

Kurt froze.

"You didnt."