Dont do it.

Kurt could almost hear his inner voice pleading – it was insane to recklessly decide to drag an argument to this edge, but he was enraged, incensed by Smythes words. The devious hunter just knew which spots to hit and Kurt fell for the biggest trick in the book, and what the contemptible blonde needed was to suffer.

Sebastians thin eyebrows rose, letting out a snort of displeasure. His fingertips danced on the trigger of his pistol, still aimed at Kurt; green pearls filled with a spark of newfound thrill.

"Ill like to see you try chucking me into that disgusting cage," He burred fiendishly, a simper on his lips.

Kurt shot daggers at the other male, hand gripped forcefully on his bow. He had two options, the hunter falling back into his swift train of thought; he could let Blaine free or fight the other man. There were possibly more alternatives, but the blonde looked just about ready to spurt Kurt square in the head: subsequently he had to think swift.

At breakneck speed, instead of charging towards the cage where Smythe had thought Kurt would, the younger boy pounced onto the blonde, grabbing hold onto Sebastians wrists, at the same time, whirling them both backwards and off the crate; landing onto the hard ground with a loud clunk.

Smythe was fast to react, wrestling Kurt for control of the pistol, jabbing his emaciated bony elbows onto Kurts side and hissing in pain when the blue eyed boy kicked him in the shins. They thrashed about before the blonde thrust his knee against Kurts chest, causing the latter to cough in pain and lost his grip of the other.

Sebastian found his footing hastily as he struggled to stand up.

"Im sure Burt will approve of your filthy barbaric nature!" He snapped, glaring at Kurt who propped himself up with his elbows, feeling the ache of the drop from the crate growing at his side.

"Ingenious work, Hummel. Now were both off the crate and that Wendigos up there alone." Smythes face was blotchy, a refreshing change from the pallid face that Kurt was much too used to.

Blue eyes glinted banefully.

Kurt was exasperated. He wanted to snap the other mans neck into two but Smythe was right. He reacted frantically and thoughtlessly. Now Burt and Cooper were along the road defenceless if the Wendigo managed to wriggle out from the chains. He wanted to smack himself in the head.

What was he thinking?

"How childish," Sebastian sniped, dusting his shirt dispassionately, "I was merely just teasing."

Kurt remained silent, standing up and watching the other man frigidly, a furious gleam in his blue pools. He noted that Smythe had decided to keep his weapon back into his belt compartment, green eyes now locked in mock disappointment at him.

"You had your gun pointed at me." Kurt managed to grit out coldly, knitting his brows slightly, watching the other man circle around him, rolling his green eyes.

"I wasnt going to shoot you, Kurtsie." He rumbled coyly, "You started fire."

"You made me fire." The brown haired boy hissed, eyes narrowed as he clenched tightly onto his bow.

"Once again, Hummel decides to push the blame." Came the retort, "You gonna keep running from your faults again?" Sebastians eyes twinkled with deviousness.

He was going to bring it up again, Kurt grinded his teeth as he stepped back from the blonde hunter; he could kill him but what good would that do? Sebastian wasnt a troublemaker to the town; he was a menace to Kurt. The boy was losing his cool. The entire night patrol of watching the Wendigo and Smythes sordid presence knocked Kurt off his peaceful pedestal. He was too exhausted to think and caused a bump in the road.

Kurt knew he was stubborn but at least he never once caused any difficulties for the blonde hunter. Ever since they had broken their ties with each other, all the brown haired boy did was stay away from the older male. Keep your friends close, your enemies closers had never been a thought that lingered in his mind. He wanted to stay as distant away as he could from the blonde so they would never speak, so he didnt have to hear the repulsive things Sebastian was capable of speaking about.

He promised years ago as they were both hiking on a trek to always keep their secrets about each other. Sebastian had found out about Elizabeth when he waltzed into the Hummels apartment years ago, finding the family portrait and quizzly asking Kurt where his mother was.

The young Kurt Hummel had blurted out his whole painstaking ache to the other, wailing about how it was his fault that his mother was gone: how he had ran away in fear instead of fighting and searching the woods for her. He would never forget himself for running off and he remembered how Sebastian had held his hand gently and promised that they would find her one day.

In return, the blonde had spilled his own beans about his past, dulling over about how the Smythes were only in for the money; they never really wanted to help or were they even good at hunting. How Sebastians father had paid other hunters to scout for the prey and how Sebastian had to find someone else to teach him any hunting skills.

It was all an illusion, Sebastian had mentioned one night, as they both of them laid down in the Hummels back garden, watching the stars twinkle brightly in the sky.

"Its all about moving forward." Little Sebastian declared, breaking the silence, "Im going to be the greatest hunter and prove that the Smythes arent just money minded twats!"

Kurt giggled, watching his best friends eyes filled with glee as he turned to smile genuinely at Kurt.

"You will help me right, Kurtsie? We can do this together."

"Yeah, we can!"

Kurt had faith in his friend. He had never found someone else quite like Sebastian Smythe; how they both had similar goals and how they had each others backs.

He shook his head, drowning away his reveries.

"Are you going to keep living in the past, Bas?" He murmured dully, not making eye contact with the other hunter.

Sebastian let out a gasp of mock disproval.

The boy glanced up at the other, feeling the fury ebbing into his skin as he moved in the vicinity of the other male, close enough to touch the latters sharp nose.

"You can dig all the bones you want; at least I fight fair." He sneered darkly at the blonde, hooking his bow back onto the back and glancing off into the distance, where the faint figure of the crate and motorcycle coming back into view.

Smythes face twisted into fury but before he could rejoin with a snarky response, Kurt cut him off promptly.

"Dont forget Im the one who knows the things you did."

He could almost hear the drop of Sebastians heart.

"If you want to level the playing field, I can fight dirty as well." Kurt swivelled back around to glower at the blonde, whose eyes were so wide it looked as if they were about to pop out.

"You have nothing on me." Came the hiss.

"Au contraire," Kurt found his smirk, "I have everything."

They glared bitterly at each other.

Sebastian broke the war stare when the sound of squeaking wheels came closer. Burt and Cooper probably had miraculously realised they both vanished, Kurt pondered, giving a stink eye to the hazel eyed man who was waving worriedly at them as they came up to view. He could tell his father was already giving him the What on earth happened, did you fight again glance and let out a frustrated snort.

Swiftly noting that the crate and cage were still in place, Kurt was lightly relieved that they possibly drove a bit further down before someone realised the two hunters had disappeared. Just in the nick of time, thankfully.

"Are you alright?" Burts gruff voice resounded.

Kurts eyebrows rose, nodding out at the empty dusty road and back at his father, coming to a standstill with the motorbike and crate.

"Im fine. Its not like we were stranded in the forest."

"What happened?" Cooper quizzed, befuddled, "I turned back to check on you two and you were gone!"

Sebastian spoke up, his voice bright and jolly.

"Ah, just a little hiccup we had between two old friends, nothing to worry about. Kurt, here," He reached over to pat Kurt on the back, in which the brown haired boy flinched grumpily at.

"Just overreacted slightly, didnt you Kurtsie? Got a little excited huh?" the blonde beamed, lying through his teeth.

Burt eyed Kurt with a questioning glance.

Just go with it. The hunter thought to himself as he shrugged, ignoring the blank stares Cooper and Burt gave him, walking back up to the crate and hauling himself on it. Just ignore Smythe and this will all be over soon. He sat on the left of the cage, hearing the jingle of chain as Blaine moved, feeling the creatures eyes burning a hole on his back.

"I missed you Kurt!" Blaine greeted in a sing-song voice. "Are you going to feed me now?"

Kurt slammed the metal cage with a fist in response, emitting a sad howl from Blaine. At that moment, Sebastian hopped up the crate solemnly, fitting himself at the other end of the crate and began glaring coldly at Kurt.

"You boys alright?" Burt called out from the front.

Unable to see his fathers face, blocked out by the cage, Kurt felt a tinge of remorse and he replied a curt Yes" back. Burt knew their friendship soured years ago but he didnt want to intervene with the boy; he told Kurt whatever the boys decision was, as long as he didnt try to create trouble between them and the Smythes, it was up to him.

"Ill keep Kurt from falling off!" Sebastian added on sweetly, his voice in a purr.

There was a scoff that sounded like it came from Cooper before the vehicle started moving off again. Kurt found it more pleasing to stare at the beast in the cage than the blonde as he fixed his glower at the curly haired boy sitting in the metal prison, grinning back at him.

"Arent you just the pair?" Came the snort from the opposite side.

Kurt bristled but didnt rejoin the remark from the hunter.

"Hey Wendigo, I can feed you." Sebastian jeered after a pause, tapping the metal cage lightly to try to get Blaines attention but the hazel eyed boy had not broke eye contact with Kurt, seemingly ignoring Sebastians aside.

The ice blue eyed hunter blinked at Blaine nonchalantly, a brow raised at the beaming creature who was observing Kurt with curiosity. Curly locks bounced as the monster chuckled lightly, fluttering his long eyelashes at the hunter and giving him a bright smirk.

That was weird. Kurt frowned. The creature didnt seem to acknowledge Sebastians offer as he wouldve if he could for anything. If the Wendigo was truly hungry, he wouldve played along with the blonde instead of ignoring the slightly annoyed sneer that came from him.

Unable to hold back his wandering thoughts, Kurt spoke up quietly.

"He just said he was going to feed you."

Blaine scoffed loudly. Rolling his hazel pools at Sebastian, he tilted his head to the side in mild amusement, the grin still plastered on his face.

"He lies." He pronounced coolly, "You on the other hand," The wild smirk grew, almost touching his ears, "You meant it."

Smythe let out a low snarl and cocked a gun over at the creature.

"You shut up."

The monster let out a loud snort. Hazel eyes darkened over sinisterly, as he darting his glances over to Sebastian and Kurt. The smirk uncannily wide etched on the beasts tanned skin, he licked his lips looking disenchanting, repellent instead of enticing.

"Youll regret that, Smythe. You are next." He warned voice low and gruff.

Sebastian let out a hiss before twisting away from the beasts glare, earning a chuckle that came from Blaine. Kurt couldnt help but feel slightly pleased at the sight; getting Smythe to keep his mouth shut was terrifyingly difficult because the blonde was rarely rattled by things after becoming a trained hunter.

Satisfied at the silence that now reigned between them all, accounting the occasional sighs that came from Blaine, it was finally peaceful. Tiredness seeped over Kurt from last nights shift but he had to stay away, feeling unable to process the exhaustion with Sebastian sitting a couple feet away from him.

He let his mind wander instead, going back to the thoughts that pricked his head. Sebastian Smythe and Kurt Hummel used to be the best of friends – even carved into a wooden timber tree with their initials, people probably had even thought of them as something even more than friends.

He had found friendship and empathy from someone other than his parents and craved the attention that Sebastian had given him. He found Sebastian exceedingly charming and he would once follow the other boy all the way to the ends of the earth. They were joined at the hip; at least thats what Kurt thought they were.

He glanced over glumly at Sebastian who was now twiddling around with his gun, eyes absorbed on the roads that they drove past. The thin pale man who was once something more, now merely just a shadow of Kurts internal wrath. The lies that the other hunter spun and daggers that he stabbed onto the unsuspecting boy were innumerable; Kurt could not bring himself to forgive Smythe, no matter how much he missed their time together.

There was a scuffle from the cage.

Turning towards the direction of the noise, Kurt watched curiously as Blaine leaned forward, trying to inch closer to Kurt, and an unreadable expression on the creatures face.

"I like you, Kurt Hummel." Came the delighted grunt, a smile appearing on the curly haired monsters lips.

Kurt raised an eyebrow. Was the Wendigo planning something again? It was doubtful that the creature was even trying to make small talk, considering that cheeky grin that he had plastered all over his face.

"I would love to hear your lovely sentimental stories," The creature continued, observing Kurt closely, the faint grin still dancing on his lips.

"Im not letting you out." Came the aggravated retort.

"Oh no no no," Blaine looked appalled, shaking his head, his locks swaying, "Im not looking for a way, I just want to be friends."

Kurt rolled his eyes. The creature was probably going to figure out something; maybe play at another angle. He could entertain the beast but not now: he was too drained. It wasnt safe even as the metal chains and ropes held the Wendigo in place. Not especially with Smythe sitting across, giving Kurt a nasty scowl.

He ignored that sad whine that came from Blaine.

"Please?" the hazel pools were filled with gleaming with attention, a sickly fanatical spark within those eyes, bright and conscientious.

For a Wendigo, he seemed all too human.

Something struck Kurt. He couldnt help but feel slightly perturbed. The Smythe male had kept him on his edge but if anything else, the Wendigo did nothing but intrigue the boy. Internally scoffing he made a mental note that if he ever wanted to insult the other hunter; he could insinuate how Sebastian was even more annoying than that beast.

Blaine mightve been a monster but the worst kinds of creatures werent the beasts that lurked the forest.

He knew that too well.

"Maybe next time." He managed to murmur out indistinctly.

Blaine perked up.

"Oh good! You can start by telling me why you hate that stick," He burred, showing his teeth and tilting his head over to Sebastian, "Even more than me."

Kurt snorted. Even the Wendigo could see how much venom he had towards the hunter. Why did he hate Sebastian? He couldve given countless reasons. How Sebastian left Kurt in the muck endless of times – always running off and telling the boy that "Ill get help!" Never managing to keep his word and leaving Kurt to finish up the dirty work.

Smythe never wanted to get his hands dirty.

There were too many wrongs of Sebastian Smythe; from betraying Kurts trust to the envious rage he had whenever he couldnt beat the other boy. He was never content when Kurt was happy; it used to be different. Like chalk and cheese, that incident that altered Sebastian had created a green eyed beast within the older hunter and he always announced that the preeminent fact was that it was Kurts fault.

"Its a long story," He snorted, raising an eyebrow at Blaine, who was nodding hastily, beaming, "Youll be dead before you can hear anything."

There was a pause.

Blaine fluttered his long eyelashes once more.

"I dislike a lot of things, Wendigo. You as well so dont look so pleased."

Blaine let out a low giggle, not even fazed. Instead he leaned back into the cage, a fawn smile etched on his face.

The hunter frowned but did not think much of it. Sebastian, on the other hand had let out a rough snarl and muttered darkly under his breath, something about "plotting against me?" Kurt couldnt help but roll his eyes in exasperation.

He bit back a snarky reply.

There was no point trying to start another heated argument; things wouldve gotten much more worse off than their little scuffle just a few moments ago. Sebastian was here just to drive Kurt up against the wall; even though his main goal was to take a scoop out of the Wendigo. Kurt couldnt help but smirk. The blonde hunter was perhaps dissatisfied. The Wendigo was nothing more than a mere child; not that any of them even knew what Blaine Anderson was.

Disenchanted with the idea of the beast being nothing but just an annoying boy, Sebastian was trying to knock Kurt around just for the fun of it.

As usual.

The blue eyed boy stifled a scowl. He probably had some explaining to do. Burt wouldnt let Kurt off just like that, nor would his father even believe it was merely just a little fray. If they could just go along to Brittanys quickly, peacefully even, kill that Wendigo, Kurt could just go back to his life. Albeit it was more interesting with Cooper and the fact that the Andersons were starting to grow onto him. Slightly.

They were approaching the North side of town, Kurt noted silently, noting the faint outline of the landmark of the Smythes famous statue which stood, tall and bright – the marble statue of Smythes great grandfather cutting off a Hydras head.

The Smythes had a repetition to uphold. Kurt contemplated bitterly, but the history of this town was much more than a statue. There were too many lies surrounding the hunters establishment in the town and people were much more contented to just live in the satisfaction that the truth was old news now, there was no point digging up a lost history.

He never thought much of it; he wasnt interested in the history of the town. Burt never wanted to explain too much to his son and they had other things to worry about. All Kurt knew was that the record wasnt as clean as the Smythes claimed it to be.

Kurt eyeballed Blaine, who was glancing furtively at the faint outline of the Smythes grandiose statue. Like clockwork, the curly haired boy switched his view back to Kurt, a smile playing on his face. It was much better to watch him smile than wail, Kurt pondered, uninterestedly, blinking nonchalantly at the creature.

There was a sudden flash that wiped over the creatures face, an indecipherable expression that made him look more human than ever.

"I know this towns history better than anyone does." Blaine whispered urgently, his voice low, "I know things you dont. I know them." He nodded to Sebastian who looked on intently, a frown on his pale face.

"Let me out." The creature announced noiselessly, hazel eyes darting around anxiously, "Listen to me and I can help you."

Kurt blinked, startled at the sudden insistent glare that Blaine had on him. Was Blaine actually trying another one of his tricks or was he genuinely sincere about that? Kurt frowned, deep in thought. He couldnt decipher the creature; the monster that tried to kill him days ago didnt look like the one he had his blue eyes staring onto.

The Wendigos nature of playing mind games and toying with their victims rang true to Kurt. The book was never wrong; he was never wrong. Trusting Blaine would be akin to trusting Sebastian.

"You will regret what you are doing," Blaine whispered roughly, the chains clinking loudly as he leaned forward to glare darkly at Kurt, "You dont know what youve got yourself into."

The smile was gone and replaced with a sullen grimace.

"Why should I trust you?" Kurt snapped, infuriated. "Before, all youve tried doing was to kill us."

Blaine let out a scoff, rolling his hazel eyes now. There was a pregnant pause before he looked back at Kurt, a smug look on his face.

"Youre still here talking to me, what does that tell you?"

Kurt found the haughtiness abysmal. He was perceptive, he wouldve figured out if something seemed off – if what Blaine was saying was true, he wouldve known about it or at least figured something amiss.

Unless, perhaps, he overlooked something.

At any occasion, Kurt took everything logically; he didnt fall into the traps because he was over sentimental nor had any emotional attachment to the issue at hand. He was quick to fire and analyzed situations in full detail, never missing a beat.

Human error?

Kurts blood froze. Was he neglecting the details because he felt the Wendigo was too close for comfort? It had been years since he thought about Elizabeth; even longer since he felt the guilt crush his heart and wash his veins. Did he fail to examine Coopers true intentions? Did he truly want Blaine back like how Kurt sought his mother back?

Did he make a mistake?

The thought of it chilled Kurt to the bone. No. Kurt shook himself, internally draining the thoughts away, he was worn-out and Blaine was merely making use of his exhaustion. To have conviction that Blaine spoke the truth was nothing but him being delusional from all the things that were crashing down.

He glanced at Blaine icily, the creature looking disappointed at Kurts reaction.

"You are falling into a giant pit hole, Kurt Hummel." He managed to grunt out before leaning back into the cage, sulking.

Kurt huffed quietly, internally making a note of how Smythe was now just shaking his head slowly, rolling his bottle green greyish eyes. They were all clueless; realization dawned on Kurt, all of them. Nobody had a solid idea of what was going on: it was all trial and error and it could end up badly.

Blaine remained sulky and silent all the way through the Northern side of town. Slightly pleased that the creature didnt cause much of a fuss, Kurt finally relaxed his back onto the side of the cage. They travelled down the dusty roads away towards the paddy fields, occasionally bumping over a few rocks and ditches, noting that the countryside was coming to view.

Ivy-pottsfield was more of a paddy field than a town; their bountiful crops growing amongst the village unlike the Northern part of town where dull buildings stood, a sanctuary for those who rather have nature surround them.

Kurt wasnt too excited over the idea of meeting Brittany, let alone handing the Wendigo over to such a ditsy girl. He pulled a face, he never did reconcile with the girl; Burt had occasionally invited her over for dinner but Kurt would always make himself scarce, not wanting to see her.

It was their only open option at the moment.

"Were almost there!" Came Burts voice from ahead.

At that, Blaine had started to move once more, low howls coming from the cage. He struggled viciously against the chains and ropes, baring his teeth and snarling at Kurt. The boy swung violently around, narrowed glinted eyes of frenzy and wails that made Sebastian cover his ears irritably.

"Shut up, beast!" He barked, raising a gun over to Blaine.

The wails didnt stop. Kurt glanced over nonchalantly, knitting his eyebrows at the sudden howls that Blaine was emitting. Was he actually afraid? He blinked, trying to comprehend the abrupt yowls, it sounded oddly hollow; different from the ones he made when they left the house.

The hunter froze.

It wasnt terrified wailing Blaine was making; he was calling for help.