Never once did Kurt thought he would see Sebastian in his living room ever again, sitting nonchalantly at the dinner table, smirking smugly as he examined the house with vigour, complimenting Burts taste of furniture. He grimaced at the friendly reply that Burt gave, "It wasnt my idea." He laughed, "It was always Elizabeths."

Kurt could feel Coopers hazel eyes staring intently at him, a mixture of confusion and apprehension as the older man stood awkwardly next to him, waiting for Burts announcement. Anger seethed through Kurt as he shot a fierce glower at the pale blonde grinning and nodding at his father. What would they need Smythe for? What was so important that Burt had to call that sordid hunter over?

Burt seemed to notice the unease, clearing his throat, he looked apologetically at Kurt.

"We need Sebastian to help move Blaine to Brittanys place. Im going to cast a seal on the Wendigo so he can never escape."

At once Kurt saw red. Brittany? He had not spoken to the girl in eons – she had quarrelled with Kurt too many a time about how cold and bitter he had become after his mothers death, causing the incensed boy to cut off any contact from her. Brittany did not understand much, as astute as Burt called her out to be, and he remembered as much as the ditzy looking girl was gifted, she was no witch.

He frowned darkly.

Burt, noticing his sons sullen expression, gave him a curt nod.

"Ive told her that we are on our way. Youll have to trust her, Kurt. She knows her spells."

There was a small chuckle from the corner of the dinner table as Sebastian shot Kurt a coy grin, "Oh, Mr Hummel, if only your son could try trusting people for once." He winked repulsively, earning a scowl from Kurt.

Burt could only shoot Kurt a small apologetic smile.

Glowering viciously at Sebastian, Kurt bit back a retort. If anyone Sebastian was one of the better hunters in town and the brunette did not want to deal with any Rachel Berry nonsense especially knowing that the loud mouthed hunter was barely heedful or experienced with Wendigoes. After all, the Smythes were reputable hunters for their skills and outstanding work of clearing out creatures from the town.

They were practised; Kurt had to admit, being able to clear out families of goblins stealing food from the town whenever it was crop season. He had heard from news and word of mouth about how the Smythes were inevitably swift and effective – once even killing an entire herd of centaurs who had found their way into the village. Their principles, though differing from Burts, were effectual, and Kurt himself had seen Sebastian in action as he had to agree, the other hunter was if not but laudable.

As much as Kurt despised the blonde dirt bag, he was a preferred alternative since Cooper seemed rather ineffective. It would do no good to waste time tearing at each others throats.

"Shall we set off?" Cooper spoke aloud, looking nervously between Kurt and Sebastian.

Burt nodded.

"The Wendigo is awake." Kurt stated flatly, "how exactly will we be lugging that thing along with us?" His glower never left Sebastian who now had his eyes glinting with new found knowledge of the Wendigo, the pallid thin mans eyebrow raised in mild curiousity.

His father rubbed his face tiredly, Kurt suddenly aware of the mans exhaustion, the grey eyes wrecked with slight bloodshot redness, heavy eye-bags perched below – realization of the fact that Burt was getting old and at once the blue eyed boy found his gaze upon Cooper, feeling irate that it was him who had caused all of this.

"We can drag the cage out." Burts voice interrupted Kurts thoughts, "Load it up on the wooden crate, we cant use the truck – well have to pull it."

Of course they had to pull the heavy silver cage – Kurt had a feeling all along hence the need for Smythe to be sniffing around in the Hummel house. He sighed inwardly, it was better than having one of those Berry hunters who talked way too much and did absolutely nothing.

"Kurt, ready the crate." The older man directed his son, before gesturing to the other two men in the house.

The brunette turned to Cooper, who seemed to on tenterhooks when Burt beckoned for him and Sebastian to help lift the cage. Kurt was about to interrupt his father on his erroneous selection of candidates to get the Wendigo but bit his tongue back when he saw the uptight look on Sebastians pale face.

Instead, Kurt dipped his head curtly before shooting a sly smirk at the blonde hunter, turning heel and going into the garage to acquire the wooden crate.

"LET ME GO!"

Kurt was just fixing up the wheels of the crate when he heard a loud displeased snarl from behind, whipping around to see a dismayed curly hair Blaine baring his teeth at Cooper and struggling under the icon cast prison that he was in.

Moving swiftly, the three men hauled the metal prison and set it down onto the crate, Burt rapidly working his way to tie the cage onto the pen with more chains and cloth dipped with a curious blue coloured liquid that smelled awfully like ginger. With the help of Sebastian, they started to secure the cage onto the wooden crate, as Cooper dashed off to get the motorbike.

Curious ice blue eyes scanned the prison cell. The beast inside seemed highly strung instead of being infuriated at the idea of them moving it. It seemed odd for the creature to feel anything other than anger – but like Kurt had figured, Blaine appeared more human than beast. Moving agilely, Kurt circled the cage, scrutinizing for any cracks or reason for the crate or cage to give way.

He stopped in front of the beast, fixating blue pools onto brown.

Smouldering with rage, the brown eyed prisoner let out a howl directed at Kurt.

"Keep doing as you are and you will pay." He harangued, scowling darkly, "I will watch as you dig your own grave."

Kurt rolled his eyes to that. Death threats? Really? How original. Blaine bared his teeth once more, seemingly reading the boys mind, nostrils flaring as he thrashed about violently but to no avail.

"You know the true beast resides in human nature!" He roared, eyes now narrowed into slits, "You will regret this, Kurt." The creatures voice lowered, licking his lips slowly, keeping still now as he watched the boy intently.

The brunette let out an uncommitted snort of disbelief.

"Keep talking; maybe youll tire yourself out enough to quietly sink into your own grave."

The sarcasm held a hint of doubt but Blaine fortunately did not catch it, instead let out a heated hiss as he cursed loudly, trouncing to free himself. Kurt knew well not to trust a Wendigo; it was embedded into his mind, deep within the tresses vines of his memories. He was not one to be fooled twice – not anymore.

But Blaine, he wasnt what she was.

There was doubt in his heart, a sinking feeling that what the beast told him was true. Cooper seemed too terrified to be a head of the police, how could he? With all that fear of the unknown – it was worryingly unfit but he couldnt tell, afterall, Smythe was a hunter, even with his unfit exterior.

Doubt could save the sinking ship.

Burts voice disrupted Kurts thoughts.

"Kurt?" His father sounded worried, "Are you alright? I need you to be at the back with Sebastian," He placed a hand gently on his sons shoulder, "Make sure the cage remains secure and that Blaine doesnt escape from it."

The brunette shrugged the placid hand off and nodded, making his way to the back and ignoring the wails of Blaine.

Sebastian was hovering uncertainly at the end of the cage, eyeing the metal prison with distrust but the moment Kurt approached him, the unease was transformed into mild arrogance as the pasty blonde hunter leered cruelly at the boy, abruptly adjusting his shirt and leaning against the cage with buoyancy.

"Youll want to let the professionals handle this, little Kurtsie." He noted coolly, eyebrows raised, looking rather unfazed by Blaines loud roars.

Kurt snorted; a sly smirk on his own face, "Oh you can handle it all by yourself if you want to, Smythe." He nodded at the cage, "Id like to see you try."

The thin pallid face twisted into a sinister smile but said nothing more.

Kurt wanted nothing more than to deal with the eyesore that stood before him. Blaine, the Wendigo and Sebastian, the prick – they seemed like a rather fine match to thump him off his feet if they wanted to but he wasnt going to give them that edge. Instead, the brunette climbed into the crate, ignoring the grin that Sebastian was throwing at him.

"It will take us a while to reach," Burt called from the front, fixing the motorbike to the crate and watching Kurt worriedly, "You boys will be fine there?"

Sebastian flashed his white perfect teeth at the older man, smiling self-assuredly and nodded as Kurt rolled his eyes, glaring off into the distance, his arms folded. He didnt want his father to fret; Burt was already in a rather deep pit of things to worry about. Kurt let out a sigh and nodded lightly, not facing his father.

Coopers voice called out his name anxiously as he fitted himself on the motorbike with Burt.

"Kurt," He mumbled faintly, "Take care of Blaine will you?"

The hunter whipped his head around to glare coldly at the hazel eyed man, gritting his teeth; it was enough he had to deal with the two carbuncles, but Cooper as well? The pools of hazel widened in astonishment at the intensity of the hunters glower. Cooper blinked timidly before hastily looking away and muttering something over to Burt, warranting a chuckle from the older man.

Kurt heard the thump of Sebastians weight on the crate, the blonde looking over at Kurt, a grim smile upon his sharp features. Oh how Kurt wanted to rip the other males face off, that insistent beam that spelled nothing but trouble.

A few years back, the ice blue eyed boy wouldve jumped at any opportunity to work alongside Sebastian: after intensive training from the Smythes, the blonde became an expert at stalking and hiding, he could blend and camouflage himself anywhere. He managed to stalk out the trolls who were digging holes in the ground and managed to chase them away with Kurts help. It used to be compelling.

It used to. Kurt glowered at his boots, Smythe was nothing but a jealous liar; his charming wit and dagger tongue convinced too many people even though all he spoke was lies. Undoubtedly, the blonde had expertise, the many training hunts the both of them went together forged skill within Sebastian, his talent nurtured but so did his ego.

The motorcycle started up.

"Im counting on you two!" Burt announced from in front.

The squeak of the wheels on the crate made Sebastian rubbed his ears in annoyance as they moved forward, the small village slowly coming into view. A sudden realization hit Kurt, the hunters face going slightly pale when he became conscious of the unexpected silence, other than the sound of the motorbike rumbling and the wheels squeaking below.

There werent any wails coming from Blaines cage anymore.

The curly haired boy had become outlandishly silent and was observing Kurt as he looked into the cage, frowning darkly. Whatever it meant, it spelt trouble. Sebastian had noticed it as well, the blonde now also peering into the cage, scrunching his nose up at the beast, looking rather put off. He let out a faint scoff and shook his head, rolling his eyes at Kurt.

"Hey," Blaines voice was a purr, "Ugly," His declaration was directed at Sebastian, who had an ugly scowl on his face now, "Let me out and Ill grant you a wish."

The blonde was silent for a moment, shooting the monster a tight lipped smile.

"Do you think Im thick?" The pallid hunter scorned; green eyes focused on Blaine now, the hackles on the taller boy rose. "You are barely a Wendigo, I know one when I see one."

The beast wasnt fazed. Blaine fluttered his eyelashes, a cold bitter grin on his face, leaning forward slight, and the chains on him jingled as he tilted his head, watching Sebastian with mild curiosity. Kurt had his hand on the bow, scrutinizing the two, ready for any sudden movements.

Blaines head swivelled over to Kurt, who stared back stifled, scowling at the beast.

"You agree hes dense, dont you Kurt?" The wild grin on Blaines face widened, his voice teasing, nodding his head lightly over at the blonde.

Kurt knew what the monster was up to instantly and he raised his eyebrows at the creature, looking nonchalant. Blaine was trying to unnerve the both of them, but Kurt wasnt falling for that. It was a weak trick but before he could reply, Sebastian had hoisted his gun over to Kurt.

The green eyes were narrowed coldly.

"Say anything and Ill shoot you, monster boy." Sebastian glowered at Kurt darkly, a deep scowl etched onto his face.

The brunette let out a scoff, nonplussed at the sudden aggression; biting back a snarky remark, he just rolled his eyes ignoring the gun point at his head.

"Blaine, shut up." He eyed the creature, who looked mildly disappointed at his reaction.

Sebastian did not lower his gun.

"You planned this out didnt you?" He sneered boldly, cocking the silver gun at Kurt who glared back angrily. "Trying to mock me? Its obvious you are both working against me."

The brown haired hunter frowned darkly, unable to disregard the mocking tone of the other male. Once again, Sebastian Smythe had found himself jumping into conclusions, blaming Kurt whenever he felt insulted or was wrong.

"You beasts are all the same."

Instead of how he wouldve normally ignored the despicable Smythe, the blue eyed boy flung his bow out, aiming an arrow right at Sebastians right wrist. He wouldve stayed unruffled in most situations but after all the twaddle that had happened the week before, Kurt couldnt help but feel the tiredness seep into his bones, fury lashing out at the blonde.

"Are you dense?" Kurt whispered dangerously, his eyes narrowed. "Falling for a weak trick like that, I dont even know why Burt called you to help!"

The last sentence came out as a spat.

Sebastian was barely taken aback, a contented expression on his face now as he clutched tightly onto his gun, finger on the trigger. Kurt felt his blood boil at the sight, they were falling right into Blaines trap, falling prey into the line of angry and all Sebastian wanted to do was to make Kurt mad. Hastily, he swivelled over to glare at Blaine, who was grinning from ear to ear, a sparkle of delight in those dark brown pools.

"Did I hurt your feelings little Kurtsie?" The blonde purred now, his green eyes twinkling in menace. "Im just telling you the truth, you know. You are one of them."

Kurt let out a scoff.

"Anythings better than you." He shot back.

Why am I playing this game? Kurt knew what was coming up; it happened too many times to count and it always ended up in a fight. Sebastian never liked to lose and Kurt never wanted to run. They were both too stubborn and recklessly, doing a stunt like this with a Wendigo in the cage beside them: it was going to plummet badly.

"Better than me?" pouted Sebastian, pretending to look upset, throwing his free hand onto his chest in mock sadness.

"I guess killing our own mothers suffice as better than human beings."

Kurt froze, hearing a hoot of delight from Blaine.

"Ouch. Buuuurn." Blaine chuckled, the hazel eyed monster now swaying from left to right, delighting in the hunters quarrel.

Kurt saw red.

The arrow flew before Kurt could even think. Catching the other party off-guard, it struck Sebastian on the wrist, the hunter letting out a shout of pain and dropping his weapon; the gun fell off the moving crate with a soft thud on the ground as the blonde let out an angry snarl.

"Well done Kurt!" He hissed perilously, "Now we have one less weapon to deal with the Wendigo! Arent you just the genius?"

Ice blue eyes pierced green ones. He knew this was coming, Sebastian using Kurts words against himself, he had seen it coming but he didnt stop it. Kurt worried his lip and lowered the bow slowly, closing his eyes and trying to still the raging storm in his heart.

If Sebastian would just keep his tiny repulsive lips sewed shut, maybe they could just continue the drive to Brittanys in peace: but who was Kurt kidding? Sebastian was looking for trouble, the meddlesome pest; he was in no way looking to find a peaceful way to finish this.

He glanced up at livid green pools.

"You and your gun are nothing but trouble," he managed to grit out, pushing down the urge to shoot Sebastian in the foot. "Keep quiet and youll live through this drive."

There was a pregnant pause.

Kurt glanced away, feeling the heat of Sebastians glower on his back. Ignore him and maybe hell just keep the peace until theyve reached Brittanys. The blonde was here for a reason in any case, there was no way he was here to help them; probably here to get on Kurts nerves.

There was a long silence as Kurt looked out at the surroundings, they were not even close to Brittanys village and he could scarcely stand the other hunters presence. There was stillness; he noted hesitantly, maybe Sebastian finally decided to keep his mouth shut and hands out of Kurts life. At least he could focus on calming himself down from the sudden mention of her.

Blaine let out a low whistle.

Snapping his gaze back at the monster, Kurt managed to swerve the incoming bullet on his right barely by an inch. He found himself staring at the pistol on Sebastians hand, a wild smirk on the other mans face. Odium rose like bile in Kurts throat.

"A good hunter brings backup." He sneered coldly.

"I saved your life," Blaine interrupted promptly; "You owe me a favour."

Ice blue eyes narrowed now, Kurt had his bow swiftly out and arrow poised to attack - he had enough. This was too much. How dare he, Kurt snarled bitterly, waltz in here to prey on him, leeching away his amity and causing his ostentatious havoc.

Kurt had it with Smythe.

"You wanted to eat him?" He directed his voice to Blaine, low and baleful now, the vehemence burning in his veins.

"Ill let you."