Kurt Hummel eyed the sturdy looking male named Cooper Anderson. He didn't like the other party not one bit, but something tugged in his heart that he needed to help this man – plus Santana wouldn't be running around giving out random people their name cards unless it was a deathly emergency.

Cooper looked more than worried, his face in a tight frown and eyes darting around as Kurt stalked over to the table and picked up a piece of parchment paper, handing it over to Cooper who snatched the contract letter swiftly to read.

“So what is it?” Kurt asked uninterestedly, “Vampires? Goblins?” He dug under the papers for a pen or some sort.

“Please don't tell me it's the Easter bunny, because I clearly killed it years back – Ah found it!” Kurt managed to pull out his old pen under the sheets of paper. This place could certainly use some cleaning. He passed the pen to Cooper, who glanced at him warily.

“Or rather yet, tell me your little pity story.” The chestnut haired boy scoffed quietly. “What happened, Mr. Cooper Anderson?” Kurt raised an eyebrow at Cooper, who was signing the contract.

“It says here that if I cannot make payment, you will feed me to the dragons.” Cooper muttered, ignoring Kurt's snarky comment and passing over the parchment. “You have dragons?'

“You actually read it.” Kurt remarked. Looking at the contract, signed neatly at the bottom of the contract was Cooper's name. Kurt shrugged half-heartedly, “We could feed you to whatever needs feeding.”

Cooper gulped.

He dug in his pockets for his cheque book and fished it out, tearing a piece of a cheque and looking up at Kurt beseechingly. “Is five million enough?” Cooper asked, turning to his cheque book and scribbling on it furiously. When he didn't receive a reply from Kurt, he looked up only to see the other boy's jaw agape, staring blankly at him.

“You want more?” Cooper poked further, puzzled by Kurt's expression.

Kurt shook his head and seemed to have regained his composure. “Five million?” He gaped at Cooper, “What is it you need hunting? A hoard of zombies?”

Cooper gazed at the small sized boy in front of him – could this little fellow even take on a dwarf? He motioned for a chair, “You need to sit down for this.” Ice blue eyes glared harshly back.

“I can stand, mind you.” Kurt huffed.

Cooper decided to stand too. He looked at Kurt sadly, “My brother has gone missing.” He whispered, feeling hollow and disappointed, “He went into the woods and never came back.” Cooper gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away from the wide eyes of Kurt.

“I told him that they didn't exist and being a stubborn brat he wanted to prove me wrong – and I let him.”

Hazel eyes were weary as they gazed back Kurt Hummel, who looked neutral and nonchalant staring back with glint of amusement in his eyes. Strangely Kurt shook his head quietly. Cooper ignored the weird sudden movement and continued his tale. “At first I thought it was werewolves.” He told Kurt, “I didn't believe it existed.” He took a deep breath in.

“Wendigos.” 

There was complete utter silence for a long minute. Cooper saw the pale boy's lips pursed and his ice blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Cooper opened his mouth to speak again but Kurt raised a hand for silence, glowering at Copper – wait? He's angry at me?  The smaller sized boy seemed motionless until he began to shake his head frivolously.

“No.” Kurt fumbled out; his eyes cold and unfeeling as they fixated themselves onto Cooper's warm hazel ones. “Get out.”

Cooper's face furrowed in confusion. “What?” He enquired in sudden disbelief.

“Get out.” Kurt's voice trembled.

“Wait I signed a contract, what's going on?” Cooper rounded up, feeling nervously angry, his turn to glare at Kurt.

“I SAID GET OUT!” Kurt screamed, crumpling the contract and throwing it at Cooper, his ice blue eyes filled with anger. “GET OUT!”

There was a sound of footfalls and Burt was instantly at the entrance of the room. His worried face turned to a face of anger when he saw Kurt on defence, glaring venomously at Cooper. “What's going on here?” He bellowed at Cooper.

Cooper was bewildered. Kurt had suddenly lost it, the younger boy looking as if Cooper had poisoned him with his words – all he did was tell Kurt his dilemma. “I didn't do anything,” he told Burt calmly, his voice wavering slightly, “I just requested for help.” He uncrumpled the contract and held it out.

Kurt looked pale and shook his head, “I will not.” He hissed.

Burt looked as confused as Cooper and he turned to Kurt expectedly, hoping for an answer. Kurt remained as motionless as ever, not willing to say anything except to shake his head and glare at Cooper.

“My brother, Blaine Anderson has been taken by a Wendigo.” Cooper announced, “A-are you angry at that?” He glanced at Kurt questioningly.

At the corner of his eye, he saw Burt's jaw drop.

There was a pregnant pause.

Cooper felt that his hope fizzed out like a dying flame when he saw the father and son pair quiet and cold. It was too late – they couldn't help. They looked like they did not want to help. Cooper shook his head and let out a heavy sigh of defeat. “I will go.” Cooper mumbled overwhelmed with a sense of loss. He would've added ‘I'm sorry for bothering' but he couldn't muster it out as he turned towards Burt, ready to leave and sulk back at home.

“No.” Cooper's head shot up to see Burt talking to him. “We'll help you. All the more we will help you.”

Cooper whipped his head to glance at Kurt, who seemed still in a fit of rage.

“We lost someone to a Wendigo,” Burt spoke as Cooper turned back to the older gentleman, “But a bad experience won't stop us from helping you out, kiddo.” Burt's eyes were soft and kindly as he spoke. “You came to the right place, Cooper. We're more than ready to hunt out for a Wendigo.”

“He's not looking for a hunt Dad.” Kurt sneered, his high voice echoing the room as he appeared beside Cooper. “He's looking for his most probably dead brother.”

“He's not dead.” Cooper retorted, annoyed by Kurt. “You haven't let me finish my story.”

Burt placed a hand on his son's shoulder, “Let the boy speak, Kurt. He's signed the contract.” Kurt didn't seem so pleased but he nodded curtly at Cooper to finish his tale.

Grinning at Burt, Cooper continued, “He's been missing for 3 years now. I gave up a few months ago, trying to find him – I thought he was dead, like you said,” He motioned at Kurt, who rolled his blue eyes. “But a few months back, while I was chasing after this thief into the forest, I saw Blaine.” Cooper's eyes were dazed and weary.

“Blaine, my brother in the flesh, just staring at me.

Kurt's eyes widened at that, a sudden glint of malice within those ice blue eyes but they were gone before Cooper could ever confirm it.

“He looked too skinny.” Cooper murmured, closing his eyes, imaging the flashback of Blaine's own unruly locks, thin cheekbones and tears running down his big sad eyes. He heard a chuckle to his left and opened his eyes to see Kurt shaking his head lightly and chuckling. “He's alive.” Cooper told Kurt.

To Cooper's surprise, Burt spoke up, “It's not funny, Kurt.” He warned gruffly. At once Kurt stopped, scoffing softly and shrugging. Cooper smiled gratefully at the older man who nodded for him to carry on with his tale.

“I stopped chasing the thief and called out Blaine's name, but all Blaine did was just stand and cry – it's heartbreaking.” Cooper stopped for a while, remembering the moment. “It happened so fast.” He turned to Burt mournfully. “Blaine just appeared right in front the thief, stopping her in her tracks. I thought he was trying to help me stop her from running.”

Cooper took a deep breath in. “Blaine started to lunge at the thief and tried to eat her.”

Burt looked worriedly back at Cooper, patting Cooper's back lightly. Kurt just scoffed some more, looking disinterested and nonchalant, but his eyes were on Cooper.

“I panicked and I shot him.” Cooper whispered, “But he didn't die. He just looked back up at with the coldest eyes, the most unfeeling eyes – like he didn't know me at all.” He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.

“Then he vanished into the night.”

Cooper sighed and felt a cold hand on his back. Kurt was watching him very closely, the blue eyes now apprehensive and curious. “Santana owed me her life and so she told me about you.”

“You are one tough guy, Cooper.” Burt spoke, nodding at Kurt. “I gotta hand it to you.” He clapped Cooper's back a little bit too harshly, causing the latter to choke.

“Santana was lucky.” Kurt muttered, rolling his eyes. “Let me guess then, you're a cop?” He glanced coolly at Cooper, “You do know guns don't work on these monsters.”

Cooper snorted. He shrugged, slightly happy to get a grin from both parties and willing help, even as reluctant as Kurt seemed.

“How old is Blaine?” Burt questioned, curiously eyeing Cooper.

“Blaine's barely twenty, probably nineteen now.” Was the quiet reply. Kurt's head shot up this round, looking peculiarly at Cooper.

“We set out at dusk tomorrow.” Kurt spoke tartly. “You may rest here for the night.” His voice was commanding now as he shifted himself around the round, packing up most of the mess. Kurt seemed to have a sudden spark of life into his soul as he started rounding up objects in the room.

“Be forewarned, you must do everything in precaution for the Wendigo is not a beast who can be easily surpassed. There are things we must avoid, and things we must have.” Kurt stopped packing up some papers and turned to Cooper wearily.

“I hold no promises that your brother will return safe and back to normal.” He spoke lightly, dipping his head a little, his chestnut brown hair covering his eyes. “It's all the contract and payment can be discussed after we find Bane.”

“Blaine.” Cooper corrected.

“Right, Bland.” Kurt continued, shrugging, digging through the shelves and Cooper didn't want to spoil the other boy's mood with any more talking.

“Come on, Cooper. You can sleep on the couch tonight. It looks like Kurt has some preparing to do.” Burt patted Cooper's shoulder and beckoned him out of the room. Cooper followed Burt out but stopped mid way to turn to Kurt.

“Thanks Kurt.” He called out to the younger boy.

“Don't thank me yet.” Came the bitter reply. “I'd like to believe some people are better off dead.”

With that Cooper left the room, feeling a little bit lighter than he was just before. He turned to Burt and grinned charmingly, “Thank you Mr. Hummel.”

“You are welcome.” Burt led him up another flight of stairs into a cosy looking living room, a warm fire place and wooden interior – it was even more homely than his own little apartment. Cooper settled down onto the velvet red coach in the middle and sighed gratefully. Burt said his goodnight and wandered off into another part of the large house, leaving Cooper to listen to the crackle of the fire place and the quiet hum of the fan.

I'm coming to find you, Blaine. I promised.