Blue eyes watched his father pace around the living room pace, Burts greying hair in a mess and his arms crossed so tightly across his chest it looked as if he was about to squeeze himself to death. Kurt Hummel sat on the armchair that Elizabeth used to sit on, observing the frantic movements of his father.

The entire household was completely silent, except for the humming of the heater.

"You cant hunt anymore, kiddo." Burt declared, breaking the quiet. "Its too dangerous; its like a death-trap."

Little Kurt didnt understand. He wasnt bad at what he did and he wasnt completely reckless, well at least, not all the time.

"But Dad," the boy murmured, slightly angry, "Whos going to protect the town then?"

Burt let out a low chortle.

"There are so many other hunters here, my boy. Let them deal with it." He dusted Kurts head with his hand, a small smile crinkled on his lips for the first time in months.

Kurt frowned.

"But I want to help." He crossed his arms.

Burt glanced forlornly; a glossed look filled the older mans eyes. He wasnt looking at his son but at the chair that his wife once sat, Kurt noted as he found himself feeling guilty with the lingering melancholy of the entire house.

"Youve done quite enough, my boy." Burt murmured gently, levelling his grey gaze onto Kurts own blue ones.

"What about mom?" The younger boy asked, a curious expression forming on Burts face as he held Kurts tiny hands. "Arent we going to save her? You said I could save her."

"I cant lose you, Kurt." Burt whispered, "I cant lose anyone else."

Burt.

The brunette hunter stood in the middle of the mess. Frozen in place. It got Burt. Blaines broken voice echoed in his head, it took him. Confusion, rage, revulsion, sorrow; it all took Kurt by surprise, and he lowered his bow, dropping it onto the ground with a soft thud.

It took him.

"Kurt," Sebastian voice sounded alarmed, "Dont do anything rash."

There was a shuffle of movement and the brunette glanced to his left, where Cooper had started to inelegantly make his way over to the hunters. The man was looking unkempt, scratches on the side of his face but Kurt couldnt help but feel relieved that he was still walking – at least there was someone he could trust to explain what had happened.

"Kurt." Cooper greeted awkwardly waddling to Kurts side, eyes locked on with the hunters blue ones.

"You have to listen to me," The older man muttered, panic clearly still written on his wounded face, "Blaine isnt the Wendigo anymore, and I saw everything happen."

Calmly, Kurt found his eyes being drawn back to the curly haired stranger that stood in front of them, watching the three men with inquisitive hazel eyes so similar to Coopers very own. He nodded his head, a gesture for Cooper to continue, as he kept his gaze locked onto Blaine.

"Brittany made a mistake." The man persisted, "She started cooking up a concoction to free the Wendigo spirit out of Blaine but she made a mistake: she forgot to seal up the Wendigo and it possessed Burt."

Sebastian huffed.

"Thats impossible, she should have known and Burt should have said something." The blonde hunter retorted, sounding curiously sympathetic.

"We let our guard down," Cooper mumbled forlornly, "I saw it all happen, the Wendigo spirit taking Burt in possession and killing Brittany." He reached out to pat Kurts shoulder.

"Im sorry, I tried to do something but it attacked me and I blacked out from the sudden explosion." He finished lamely.

Steadily, surprised of his calm demeanour, Kurt shook the hand off his shoulder and nodded.

"What do we do now?" Sebastian questioned quickly, stepping up to stand beside the brunette. "Do we find Burt?"

Cooper nodded in agreement.

With both men flanking his side, Kurt stepped forward and twisted on his heel, facing them.

"Were done." The hunter announced coldly, "Your brother is back and alive, just barely. Ive completed your mission."

Both Cooper and Sebastian exchanged puzzled glanced before gaping back at Kurt.

There was a pregnant pause.

"Do you not need our help?" Cooper whispered, a hurt expression etched across his face. "After all we have come so far, we can help, cant we?"

Frustration overpowered the curiosity of Cooper Andersons sudden alliance with Sebastian Smythe. Kurt didnt need their help, especially not with the blonde hunter looking at Kurt with those unfamiliar beseechingly pitiful pools. Smythe was not one to be compassionate, something seemed amiss, but he had no vigour to deal with anything anymore.

He just wanted to leave.

"No." Kurt announced curtly, picking up his bow and slinging it over his shoulder in one swift motion. "Take your brother home," he gestured at the other male who was watching them with wide eyes, "And never come to me for help again."

Coopers jaw dropped.

Sebastian however, seemed to fall back into his old self as he scoffed loudly and nodded.

"You are absolutely welcome, Hummel." He snorted, rolling his eyes and waltzing off, "Ill see you around, monster boy."

Ignoring the rude remark, Kurt faced the lifeless body of Brittany before glancing back up at Blaine, who stood motionless, not even a word spoken, hazel eyes still fixated on the hunter. There was a strange glimmer in those bright eyes, something Kurt couldnt put a finger on.

"Leave." He called out Cooper, who seemed hesitate to move or reach out to Blaine. "Please." He added after a pause.

"Wait." The crisp voice of Blaine Anderson caught their attention.

He stepped out of the silver cage wreckage, Kurt finally getting a good look at the other boy who was covered in wounds and blood. Blaine paced forward cautiously, limping on his foot and gradually coming to a standstill at Brittanys frozen body.

The hunter watched as Blaine knelt over the small frame of Brittany Pierce and placed a hand over her chest.

"Im sorry for your loss." He murmured softly before looking up at Kurt with an odd expression dawned on his face.

"We all are," Cooper added from behind, Kurt grimacing as he felt the older mans hand on his shoulder once more, before he could shake it off, Cooper had seemed to get the hint and lifted his hand away.

"Lets go, Blaine." He commanded the other man, "Ill promise Ill keep a lookout for Burt." He nodded to Kurt.

Blaine got up from his position but never left his gaze from Kurts. That odd expression formed into a poignant smile as he raised his hand out for a shake. "Im sorry Kurt and Im eternally indebted to you."

His voice sounded mysteriously dull, lifeless in fact even though his eyes spoke volumes – something Kurt found exasperatingly knotty to place. What was it that Blaine was hiding? He sounded too formal, too robotically sincere. Perhaps Kurt was thinking too much.

Ignoring the raised hand, Kurt bent over to Brittany instead, focusing now on the poor girl, who looked innocently sleeping.

Footfalls disappeared and finally Kurt was left in the battlefield that happened just a few moments before. He couldve blamed Sebastian for slowing them down or even Blaine for everything that had happened. He could throw the blame to Brittany as well, for even trying such a stunt without Kurt around.

There was no point in throwing the blame game.

No one was at fault. It was just a mistake. A careless mistake.

He felt like he was dreaming – a light-headedness that filled his mind as he sat down beside Brittanys quiet still body. It was almost unreal; how he had never made up with his friend and now he would never be able to. Not that Burt could be at his side, supporting him or telling him it all happened for a reason.

"I am sorry." He spoke out to no one in particular.

Numbness crept in as he heaved Brittanys body up and walked out of the odd shaped hut for the last time.

The village had ceased its frantic activities as Kurt padded through the town, holding the lightweight body of his old friend. The townsfolk seemed to have calmed down and were regaining back to their daily lives; noticing the quietness of how they avoided eye contact with Kurt, Sebastian had probably spoken to them about how Brittany was dead.

Times when he found that Sebastians big mouth was actually warmly welcomed.

The brunette hunter stopped at the middle of the town where the giant tree stood, towering over him; he lowered Brittanys frame onto the ground and pressed his ears against the tree trunks, feeling his heart sting with a pang of regret.

Im still hearing no voices, Brit. He joked internally, smiling lightly.

Pressing his back against the tree, he slid down to a sitting position next to Brittany. There was no point mourning. He did not deserve to lament or grieve for this girl he once thought of as family. He didnt warrant enough after what he did, even though she never once stopped calling him a friend.

He placed a hand on her forehead, sweeping her blonde fringe away from her pretty face.

"Thank you." He rumbled gently.

The memory of Blaine placing his hand on her chest suddenly formed in Kurts head and he gritted his teeth in slight anger. If anyone who wasnt worthy of even touching his friend, it was that curly haired boy – how dare he, after all the trouble he caused, just walking off like that with Cooper and pretending nothing happened.

Kurts eyes trailed over to Brittanys chest and he froze in sudden realization.

Right smack in the middle, was a gaping gunshot wound.

It was only till the skies darkened, the evening sun peeking through the village horizons when Kurt Hummel left, leaving the sleeping Brittany alongside the tree that she once held so dear, trusting that at least someone would give her a proper burial in fear of disrespecting the witch.

It was a long journey home in the cold winter night but Kurt felt too deadened to even feel any sort of bitter chill from the winds. He couldve taken Burts motorbike home but he didnt want to – it felt wrong.

Ignoring the winter winds, Kurt trudged home. Through the paddy fields, following the long route back to the Northern town and back to his abode, where an empty house awaited him.

It had long past midnight when the hunter finally reached back, standing at the front door for a long while, just eyeing the cream coloured door and quietly with a heavy heart he turned the door knob open.

Instead of facing an empty house, a giant furry creature leapt from inside and slammed roughly onto Kurt, causing the hunter to lose his balance. At that moment, Kurts heart was in his mouth, sudden fear washed away any sort of numbness as he fought to figure out the sudden attacker who was – huh, strangely licking him instead of clawing his head out.

"Sam!" He gasped, finally realising the furry white Cerberus was none other than the clumsy old two headed mutt that he took in.

Kurt didnt know how it happened.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he grabbed the white furry beast who yelped in sudden shock at the crushing hold of the hunter; Kurt started to let out wrecking sobs against the panting Cerberus whose middle head started to snuff the hunter worriedly, the other head crying along with Kurt.

He held the Cerberus for a long time, just weeping pathetically, internally reprimanding himself for even lamenting so much.

When Kurt had finally forced himself to stop, the white creature started to frantically sniff the hunter, as if trying to find out the reason why he was in such pain. The brunette, touched by the gesture, let out a hoarse laugh as he ruffled the Cerberuss long winter coat.

"Lets go inside," He commanded the beast, "Im going to catch a cold at this rate." He bewailed internally that it wouldve been something Burt would have said to him but headed into the house nonetheless, the Cerberus trotting worriedly behind.

Feeling lighter than before, the hunter bent over to hug the creature who had poured its unconditional love, probably not even expecting such a response, but had done so unintentionally – Kurt couldnt help but feel less alone.

Less empty.

The Cerberus let out a yelp again.

"Im sorry Im such an emotional wreck," the brunette bantered, "Im just a sappy soppy mess, huh?"

He let go off the white furred monster who barked noncommittally.

Kurt padded over to the kitchen quietly, turning on the lights and grabbing a box of strawberries from the fridge (which the Cerberus howled delightedly at), plopping a few in his mouth and throwing a few over to the Cerberus, who was terrible at catching anything and flopped on the floor, letting out a cry of disappointment, before hungrily gobbling down the berries that dropped.

He could at least count on Sam at least to help him find Burt.

What was the point anyway? Burt was possessed by the Wendigo. But Blaine was saved! But Brittanys dead, who else can help? Kurt nibbled on another strawberry and tossed another at Sam, who once again missed and was snuffing the floor, seemingly angry at himself.

Brittany wasnt killed by the Wendigo – a gunshot wound killed her. If Burt was possessed at that time, he couldnt have used a gun to attack Brittany, could he?

First Elizabeth, now Burt.

Kurt gritted his teeth. He had to destroy the Wendigo once and for all – he couldve had the chance if Cooper let him. There was a chance to save Burt, perhaps a small chance; but Kurt wasnt so certain anymore. Blaine was the only living victim who lived to tell the tale of being possessed and regaining back his body.

And Brittany, Kurt clenched his eyes shut, was the only witch he knew.

Sam made a loud wuff, trying to get Kurt to throw him another berry and at once, the hunters eyes flew open, wide as saucers: thats not right. He knew another witch, another more arrogant witch unfortunately but still – Santana.

Maybe there was a chance after all.

Before he could toss another few berries over to the Cerberus, there was a loud knocking on the door; urgent knocking that caught both the Cerberus and Kurts attention. A low growl came from Sam, who watched the door with narrowed eyes, baring his teeth from both his heads.

Kurt frowned darkly.

"Kurt!" The voice sounded muffled from outside.

Weapons readied, Kurt walked over to the front door, Sam on his heel, ready to strike any second – the knocking didnt cease, it became louder, more imperative.

"Kurt, please!"

Wasting no time, Kurt flung the door open; the arrow aimed for the stranger at the door and was once again face to face with the same hazel eyes that plagued his mind. Looking entirely frenetic stood Blaine Anderson, curly mop of hair in a mess and looking as if he had just run a marathon.

Sam let out another low warning growl.

"Kurt," Blaine wheezed, "Please," He looked petrified.

Instinctively, Kurt moved away, letting Blaine step in.

Sam barked stridently.

Closing the door behind him, the hunter never once lowered his weapon as he analyzed the boy in front of him. Blaine Anderson, speak of the devil. The white Cerberus had ceased his barks and was now observing the other male as well, the middle head still fixated in a snarl whilst the other head now sniffing curiously.

Noted if it wasnt for Sams sudden curiosity, Kurt wouldnt have let Blaine in – he chided himself, its not because of those hazel eyes that pleaded for help.

"What do you want?" Kurt snarled icily, "All the trouble you caused, you better have a good reason why you are here."

Blaine took a deep breath in.

"I know where Burt Hummel is."