Kurt Hummel wasnt fond of Blaine Anderson.

Nope. Definitely not.

Blue eyes sneaked a glance over to his right. The curly haired boys hazel pools glazed over with a quiet look of admiration as he smiled broadly at the sudden eye contact. Kurt glanced away hurriedly, focusing on anywhere other than Blaine.

That genuine smile caused an unexpected rush of warmth through Kurt and the hunters mouth twitched in slight annoyance.

Nope, not fond of Blaine Anderson.

Crackling twigs signalled the sound of animals close by and the brunette stifled his footsteps to a close. Here in the perilous werewolf territory, they were the prey and the wolves were the hunters; Kurt had effortlessly taken down one of their kind but if they were surrounded, the brunette was relatively bothered how he was to tackle a pack, especially with Blaine around.

Not that Blaine was completely useless, he snorted to himself. Rather him than Cooper – speaking of which – Kurt gritted his teeth; if what the hazel eyed boy said was true, then had Kurt been helping the wrong brother all this while? Cooper, the awkward clumsy police officer who seemed more than willing to help out with anything he could?

Whatever it was, it could wait. Burts first in his list – he needed to save his father.

Anxiety buzzed at the back of his head. How was he going to save his father from the Wendigos clutches? He had no clue how to pursue the Wendigos spirit without help from Brittany: he wasnt a witch. Worry gripped his throat like icy claws of the beast. Did Kurt need to ki-

"Kurt?" Blaine voice sounded vexed, interrupting the brunettes deep thoughts.

The hunter turned to look at the other party, a brow raised in question.

"Youve been standing there for quite a while." The boy pointed out, gentle deep brown pools staring transfixed into Kurts own, "Is there something wrong?"

Kurt froze.

A memory of his mothers sweet melodious voice echoed in his head; is there something wrong? Striking unfathomable jewel blue eyes blinked in worry, long eyelashes fluttering and touching the pale perfect skin as Elizabeth Hummel caressed Kurts cheek. Long russet hair in curls, and a beatific smile on pink tinted lips, the young boy watched his mothers lips part open, repeating the question she pose before.

A song-birds voice.

Blaine behaved so much like Elizabeth.

The brunette shook his head in a quiet daze, just examining the ridiculous mega-watt smile that was still painted on the other boys face.

"Nothing." Kurt studied his own boots; face feeling flushed from the closeness of the other male.

Ignoring the small chortle from the curly haired boy, Kurt moved ahead, feeling strangely exhausted.

There was long howl that spread through the sacrilegious woods, causing the boy behind him to gasp lightly. It sounded way too close for comfort. Kurt bit his lip in worry, feeling icy fingers crawl up his spine. It would do no good if they met a pack of werewolves out in the open.

Without so much of a warning, Kurt plunged through the stunted coppices and misshapen thickets. It was a grotesque haunt, offensive to eye, ear and nostril. The floor of this part of the forest belched up constant waves of foul and rancid odours that smelt like sickly excrement.

The moonlight pin-pricked through the dense foliage like the cheerless comfort of a dying candle flame, blanketing over on only certain part of the woodland grounds.

Not even turning behind to see if Blaine was on his trail, the hunter forced forward. The foliage was thinning slowly as he pressed down, signalling the end of the werewolf territory and the hunter breathed a sigh of relief.

It was no time to celebrate; they had a few more miles to trek before they would be out of the werewolf province – the wolves liked to hunt out in the open forest, even though they waltzed out of the werewolf domain unscathed, they werent out of danger yet.

Kurt swivelled around to find Blaine staring back.

Well at least he wasnt slow.

The grin on the boys face faltered.

"Kurt, watch out!" Blaines eyes widened like saucers as he tackled the hunter roughly, throwing the brunette onto the bumpy snow grounds with a thud.

What on earth? They stumbled onto the floor inelegantly, Blaines body huddled over the hunter and crushing him lightly.

Springing from his reverie, Kurt pushed Blaine off irritably. What on earth had gotten into that boy? Before he could manage a grunt of displeasure, he felt something wet and sticky fall onto his left arm, dribbling down to his fingertips.

Oh shit.

Tilting his head up, he was outfaced with a pair of glowing amber eyes, glinting venomously in the dark night.

Kurt reacted instinctively. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a silver dagger swiftly and pressed it viciously into the furred beasts forehead. Within seconds, the werewolf threw its head back in a shriek of rage, staggering back and falling down onto the floor.

The brunette was back up on his feet, scanning the area with dread. Five other werewolves circled them, baring their yellowish grey fangs and snarling. Kurt cursed under his breath, eyes skimming over to Blaine to see that the boy had surprisingly gotten up from the ground and was holding his sword, determination glowing from his umber brown eyes.

The werewolf pack surrounded them, bright deep pools glittering with hostility as they pounced rapidly, claws outstretched and speeding from all directions.

Kurt had no time to tell Blaine what to do – if he was smart enough, he would know how to run and hide.

With one werewolf heading his way, Kurt leaped into action, pulling out two arrows and firing them with ease. The loud howl indicated that he managed to hit it, leaving him with another four werewolves to deal with.

Pivoting around, the hunter struck another werewolf that was charging from the left with a flaming arrow, causing the creature to stumble in shock and pain. It fell down onto the ground, hissing and burning into nothing but ash.

Perusing, Kurt spotted Blaine fighting off two werewolves – and almost reeled in shock.

The curly haired boy was swinging his sword with grace, blocking any attacks from the two werewolves that snarled brutally at him. Judging by the slices and scratches on the werewolves, Blaine seemed to have wounded them enough to slow them down.

Without hesitation, the Kurt shot an arrow at one of the werewolves attacking Blaine, causing a ripple of pause and alerting the remaining attacker of Kurts location. The curly haired boy beamed brightly and took the distracted werewolf down with a spur-of-the-moment slice, wedging his sword deep into the werewolfs neck, chopping its head off.

Kurt blinked, astonished.

"Behind!" Blaine screeched as he tugged the sword out of the werewolfs neck and threw in Kurts direction.

In a split second, the hunter ducked and the sword hit something hard with a loud slicing noise. Whipping around, Kurts eyes broadened at the sight: a greyish werewolf, twice his size with a sword plunged deep into its heart. The werewolf seemed just as stunned as Kurt as it stumbled back, eyes clouded over in pain.

Quickly, before the werewolf could attack again, an arrow was shot into its flank and Kurt watched as blue flames ate the beast, his heart thudding in his chest.

Burnt flesh and blood would soon attract more werewolves, Kurt noted internally, glancing up at Blaine who nodded curtly in silent agreement. They darted off, back on their trek into the heart of the forest.

The blanketed snowy grass crackled as they ran through, hoary fortresses of proud trees everything making it almost impossible to figure out where they were – but Blaine seemed to know – Kurt sneaked a gander at the other boy, now taking the lead and not even stopping to catch his breath.

A crow screeched in the distance and the hunter imagined the black birds cruel, corvid eyes on the lookout for a feathered meal. He never liked crows – they were Sebastians favourite afterall.

The two boys continued in silence, running for what seemed like an eternity before Blaine started to slow down, panting wearily.

Kurt followed suit, his breaths coming out in puffs of mist.

They stood about, wheezing and heaving for a minute before Kurt heard the snigger escape from the dark haired boy.

At first it came out as short chuffs, before it transformed into nervous giggles and pretty soon Blaine Anderson was convulsed in laughter. His eyes shut tightly and body shaking in large guffaws, Kurt almost wanted to ask if he was alright, not understanding why the other party was even rolling in the aisles with mirth.

It took another minute for the boy to calm down.

What on earth just happened?

Kurt watched, transfixed, as Blaine shot him a tender smile, wiping off a tear from his eye.

"That was awesome." The dark haired boy whispered, raising his sword up to show Kurt the blood that stained on iron.

Not replying, the hunter reached out for a few dead branches and approached Blaine steadily, cerulean blues not leaving the warm browns. He scrubbed the iron with the broken wood, feeling the heat of the other boys intense gaze on him.

They had just defeated a pack of werewolves with ease.

They.

Kurt Hummel had quarried after dread vampires in the fathomless bowels and dripping basins of the deepest caves. Hunting after base beasts into dens, burrows, even down begrimed pits and through gloomy hollows; he could not begin to compare to this gullet of madness. Just being here felt like partaking in an unholy parody of life.

This is madness.

Kurt had never fought alongside anyone else but Sebastian Smythe – and to be frightfully honest, the blonde hunter was completely useless and if anything, their teamwork usually meant that Kurt was the one doing everything.

But Blaine Anderson – the clumsy optimistic ball of never-ending energy managed to fend himself and even save Kurt. He who was once the target of Kurts angry and annoyance – saved him.

"How did you do that?" His voice came out strangled, more like a command than a question.

Blaines smile vanished at the tone.

The boy shrugged, glancing down at his feet.

"Ive always been adapt at sword fighting." He muttered, looking as if Kurt was reprimanding him, like a sad hurt animal.

The hunter frowned darkly and threw the stained branches onto the ground, crushing it with his feet. How did Blaine Anderson even fend himself with just one sword? To be quick enough to find his balance and to hold off two bigger sized werewolves - only hunters were capable of doing so.

Kurt surveyed the gloomy looking boy with interest.

"What you did, -" The hunter began but was cut down by the other.

"I know I got in your way, Im sorry." Blaines eyes were still on his feet. "I wont do it again."

Kurts eye twitched and he resisted the urge to thwack the other on the head.

"Dont be stupid," The brunette snapped, getting the other boys attention, "You managed to fight off werewolves."

Blaines fawn eyes widened slowly in realisation of what the hunter said.

"You arent a hunter but you did what any hunter would do." Kurt grunted, feeling nonplussed at the fact that the boy was even apologising.

The curly haired boys beam appeared once more, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks.

"How did you do it?" The hunter was flabbergasted. "How did you manage to work with me without me even telling you what to do?"

He didnt tell Blaine to move or give the other boy any signal to attack – it was as if the dark haired boy knew exactly what the hunter wanted and fought without getting in Kurts way. It was brilliant – it was completely flummoxing but Kurt couldnt believe his eyes.

Why didnt the boy run and hide? Cooper sure did – though thinking back, Kurt rolled his eyes, the other Anderson was nothing but nuisance compared to his brother standing next to the hunter.

Blaine was capable of protecting himself.

So when they had met the nine tailed fox earlier on, Blaine wasnt afraid that Kurt disappeared and couldnt save him – Blaine was truly worried for the hunters safety – he was actually telling the truth.

Thoughts filled his mind and Kurt snorted distraughtly.

"I just knew." Blaines pleasant hum droned in Kurts ear. "Its the same way you battle the beasts, you fight to protect."

"Thank you." Kurt found himself blurting out, mentally kicking himself for saying so. It was too late to take it back though, he sulked inwardly and noticing the dazzling grin the other boy had on his face.

"You know, um. For saving me." The hunter gestured awkwardly at everywhere else but himself.

If Blaines smile got any wider, he might as well explode.

Kurt Hummel wasnt going to let the boy celebrate his inner glee.

"I thought you were going to run and hide, just like most of the cowards of this town." He declared, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows in mock disdain.

Before Blaine could reply, Kurt pressed on.

"Now, Ive saved you from the police and you saved me from that werewolf. We are even now; you may stop your heroics."

At that he waltzed off.

There was a soft snort from behind and then footsteps trailing behind him. In the silence, Kurt found himself smirking.

Nope, not fond of Blaine Anderson

The morning stars shone like silver petals, as they walked through the shady glades, moonlight drifting in and embracing the grounds once in a while. The sudden peace of the woodlands was soul soothing. After that entire experience with the werewolf pack, the serene night was gratefully refreshing.

A sepulchral silence overhung the grounds, nothing stirred and nothing sang. A hollow echoing, like the hushed tones of a great slabbed cathedral, entombed the wood. One might feel unease but for the hunter, he was uncannily calm. Now knowing that Blaine possessed the skills to fend for himself, Kurt couldnt help but feel strangely proud of his companion.

He turned over his shoulder to take a short glimpse at the other boy; to his surprise, the other party was deep in thought and blinked in curiosity when he caught Kurts eye. Hastily, the hunter whipped back around, half wondering what he was even doing.

"What are you going to do when you find him?" Blaine murmured from behind, speaking out the heavy question that plagued Kurts head.

The hunter heart stilled.

Of course. Blaine wasnt stupid. He wasnt Cooper either – thankfully. He was going to ask Kurt that question sooner or later – afterall if he was correct, they were almost at the heart of the forest. They were perhaps a few kilometres more to the Wendigos underground cavern; with absolutely no plan in mind.

"I have a way." Kurt lied through his teeth.

There was a long pause as the footsteps of the boys punctured the silence of the woods.

"And what is your plan?" Blaine enquired coolly, sounding amused.

The brunette gritted his teeth, cantankerous.

"Nothing that concerns you – just stay out of the way and make sure that the Wendigo cant escape." He grunted through gritted teeth.

There was another long silence between the two before Blaine spoke up quietly.

"You dont know what to do either, dont you?" Came the soft-spoken question.

Kurt closed his eyes unhurriedly, willing himself to calm down.

Yes, he didnt have a plan. Perhaps it was reckless, stupid even, to waltz cheerfully into a Wendigos lair and demand for his fathers body back. The thought of it made Kurt snort. But what was he to do? Time was running out, he didnt know what the beast would do to his dad: he needed to find Burt.

It was comical how everything played out. It was like reliving his childhood once again, except now, the Wendigo had hold of his father. A thin smile formed on the boys face. It was laughable – painfully amusing.

"No, Blaine." Kurt admitted, placing his hands in his pockets, feeling oddly exposed. "I dont have a plan."

"You are lying."

The hunter halted.

"You know that at the back of your mind, theres this nagging realisation that you are going to do something you will regret."

Kurt clenched his fists.

"I know what you are planning to do and Im not going to allow that."

Swivelling around, the hunter stared coldly at his companion, blue eyes narrowed in contempt. Blaine was puffing out his chest, trying his best to look unhinged but his quivering lips failed him – the curly haired boy frowned at the glare that Kurt was giving him, shaking his head despondently.

"There must be another way." Mumbled the boy, watching Kurt with wide nervous orbs, "You and I know very well that this is what the Wendigo wants – if he wanted us dead he would already have done so, he wouldnt wait for us to march up to his cave."

The hunter watched on scornfully.

"You sound like you have a clue on what to do." He examined Blaine frostily, feeling a sudden surge of disparagement for the boy.

With the sudden twinkle in Blaines eyes, the curly haired boy nodded, reached for his hover sack hung over his shoulder and dug through it as Kurt watched, inquisitiveness growing. What did Blaine bring over that he did not have?

"You arent going to like it and you probably will get pissed off at me, but its the only way." Came the muffled grunt as Blaine reached into his bag, sticking out his tongue in concentration.

There was a familiar jingle and Blaine pulled out something silver, swiftly hiding it behind his back as he flashed Kurt a reticent smile.

"Promise me you wont get mad at me." The curly haired boy muttered gently, looking up at Kurt with beseeching eyes.

The hunter frowned.

"You have to trust me Kurt, I was once the Wendigo and I know how to destroy him." Blaine implored, unsure of himself, "Just listen okay, and dont get mad at me."

At that, Kurt stepped forward brusquely, not liking the sudden change of atmosphere. With eyes as cold as ice, he raised his hand out in a gesticulation for Blaine to show him what he had picked out from his bag.

"Give it to me." He commanded callously, eyes still narrowed in suspicion.

Blaine took a light step back.

"Wait, wait. You need to promise me that –" He was cut off rudely as Kurt strode forward in one movement, grabbing the boys arm and twisting it so that he could see the object that Blaine was so afraid of showing to him.

And Kurts heart stopped.

In Blaines clutched fingertips stood the silver box that he touched earlier this evening whilst they were collecting necessities for the hunt. Ignoring the curly haired boys cries of pain, the hunter wretched the box out off his companions hands and glowered dangerously at the silver container.

This is the silver box that contains Elizabeth Hummels heart.

"Please Kurt –"

Blaine was whimpering in fear. His hand encompassing a crushing hold on his companions arm, Kurt let out a feral hiss and the boy winced in pain as the hunter pushed him back harshly, his back slamming against a tree trunk with a loud thump.

"How dare you," Kurts eyes glinted with malice as he glared down at the curly haired boy, malevolence dripping from his voice.

"Kurt you have to listen to m-" Blaine was interrupted with a loud crack as the hunter punched him squarely in the jaw.

How dare he? After all that had happened, Kurt couldnt help but feel a sense of hopelessness. In spite of all the help he offered the other boy; Blaine took the one that he should never touch. He warned the boy, he told him not to, yet the dark haired boy stubbornly refused to listen.

"I told you not to touch it." Kurts voice was dangerously low, spite tinting every word he spoke as he glowered lividly at the other boy.

Blaine seemed to have gathered his composure and the punch apparently made him less afraid for the dark haired boy pulled himself up to his fullest height and stared equally crossly at Kurt, a scowl on his face.

He brushed his bruised jaw gently and glared.

"What is wrong with you?" Blaine growled snappily, pointing an accusing finger at the box that Kurt held, "You know what? Did you know, all this time, you couldve just saved all our lives with that?"

Blue eyes filled with vehemence did not falter.

"I keep blaming myself for everything that has happened but you know what Kurt Hummel?" the dark haired boy glowered with uncannily vicious eyes, "You are the one at fault! All this wouldnt have happened if you destroyed that box!"

Kurt stepped forward to give Blaine another taste of his fist but the boy was fast; he ducked the oncoming punch and seized the hunters arms with incredible strength, holding them up to Kurts head and glaring harshly at the hunter.

The brunette struggled, twisting himself in hopes that Blaine potency only lasted for a while, but the hazel eyed teenager did not budge.

"Let go of me or I swear Blaine," Kurt hissed through gritted teeth, "Ill kill you."

All the resentment in the other boys eyes turned into forlorn dejection at those words. Closing his eyes, Blaine released his hold on the hunter, stepping back miserably and not making any eye contact with the other.

"Im just trying to help." Blaine murmured to himself, touching his bruise softly.

Help? Kurt snarled viciously and whipped out his bow. With an arrow pointed directly at the dark haired boys head, he nudged the other harshly with his foot, gesturing him to keep moving. With one last look of poignancy, Blaine limped forward, head hung low and looking like a kicked puppy.

Hurriedly, he stuffed the silver box into his pocket, dully noting to hide it somewhere else where no one can ever find.

He glared holes into Blaine Andersons back as they trailed forward into the misty terrain, the ground crackling under their heavy footsteps. Kurts entire being tensed instinctively, trying to suppress that rage that boiled in his heart.

In front, Blaine seemed to be engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions, the normally chirpy boy now silent as stone – he had no right to speak anyway, Kurt reflected, after what he tried to pull off, he should be glad hes still walking properly.

Dead branches lay coldly on the snowy grounds, dulled and rickety from all the damage. Kurt stifled a growing urge to fling his arrow and stop the other party from ever moving again. The hunter frowned, a crease forming above his eyebrows, if Blaine didnt know where the Wendigo cave was, he wouldve joined the same fate as the dead branches.

They continued their journey in complete silence and Kurt Hummel, for the first time in his life, found the stillness almost unbearable.