A/N: Eek, sorry for the long period of time between updates! School is honestly really busy this year, because I have to join after school clubs so I can get scholarships and stuff next year so I can actually, like, get my Masters of Journalism Degree at the University I want to attend and stuff. So yeah. I apologize profusely for the wait, and I hope you haven't all lost hope in me.
Yes, I used an internet meme briefly in this chapter, I just couldn't resist, okay? It popped in my head and I realized I couldn't have it go any other way. Anyhoo, thank you so much for reading, favoriting, the alerts and especially the reviews! Onwards!
Also, lots and lots of swearing in this one. I would say sorry, but I'm not. Because it's the Hatter, his moods are all over the place and I think he would swear. A lot. Frequently.
Blaine blearily opened his eyes against the bright sun that shone above him. He groaned and went to throw his arm across his eyes when he felt the numb throb of pain. The memories of the night before came rushing back to him, and when Blaine went to sit up and look for Kurt he saw the boy laying half on his chest, ear pressed just over his heart and sleeping peacefully.
"Oh, good." Blaine jumped at Puck's voice. "I was so worried you were dead. I think Kurt would've murdered me if I woulda let you die."
"Is he okay?" Blaine asked quietly, "You fixed his arms up, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. I had to force him away from you and everything but I got it done." Puck observed as Blaine blushed and looked down at Kurt. He smiled and brought a hand up to move Kurt's fringe out of his eyes and, although Puck was worried he was going to end up have a heart attack at just how sweet the moment was, he had to admit that they were well matched. He just wished they would fess up to each other about their love.
He coughed awkwardly and adverted his gaze, "You should wake him up. We shouldn't be staying in one place too long or the suit's will get us."
Kurt looked down at the boy in his lap, shaking his shoulder gently, "Kurt, wake up." He said softly, "You need to get up."
Kurt let out a mewl as he stretched out. When his arm hit Blaine's face, he opened his eyes and let out a soft 'oh' of surprise. Blaine smiled down at him, gently pushing a strand of his hair out of his eyes.
"Mornin'," Kurt slurred as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Wha—oh, better." Kurt rubbed at his arm, only feeling a mild throbbing instead of the painful sting that was present all of the previous night. As the memories came back to him, he looked to Blaine, grabbing his arm in his hands.
"Are you okay?" Kurt observed his arm, seeing it was swollen. The bandages were gone and it was a dark purple color. Kurt could still see where each of the teeth pierced through Blaine's skin. "Why is this exposed?" He spun on Puckerman, "What are you doing? It's going to get infected!"
"Chill, Kurt. It's only been exposed for like an hour. It needs to breathe."
"Give me the bandages." Kurt held his hand out expectantly. When no one moved he looked at Puck.
"We… we, um. Well, we don't actually have any. I used my shirt yesterday…" Kurt glared, realizing that he was indeed shirtless. He forced himself not to notice that he was definitely fit, instead focusing on the fact that Blaine was saved only to die more painfully because Puckerman was an idiot. Kurt stood up, patting off his dirty jeans and fixing his hair absently before starting off into the woods. He heard shuffling noise and then Blaine was at his side, looking adorably rumpled.
"Where are you going?"
"To find you some bandages so you don't, I don't know, die." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Kurt, I'm fine. Really. There's no need to do anything too rash now…"
"Look Britt and Santana and the Cheshire twins are waiting for me, okay?"
"Kurt, that's fine. We can go find them, but could you at least wait for us?" Blaine grabbed his arm lightly and spun him around. "I don't want to loose you again."
Kurt softened, his glare subsiding as he gazed into the hazel eyes he'd… well, if he was honest with himself the eyes he'd fallen in love with. Blaine smiled, walking back to the camp to help Puck gather up the few things he had. Kurt leaned against a nearby tree, a ghost of a smile on his lips at his revelation. Out of no where a set of arms reached for him, covering his mouth before he had the chance to scream. The figure pulled Kurt through the trees and he caught a glimpse of the person's face. Kurt's eyes went wide in realization as he struggled more against the hands holding him.
"Shh, shh. Stop struggling, little Alice, it's no use." The Knave smiled… no, smirked at him as he continued to pull Kurt away. "You've created quite the riot, did you know, little Alice? The Queen's not happy with you."
Kurt struggled again as tears pooled in his eyes. He tried to bite the hand over his mouth, but only ended up getting a mouthful of leather glove. Jesse chuckled darkly. "Well, well. What should I do with you? Actually, I know just what I'm going to do with you, you useless rat."
Kurt tried to scream again as he was pulled through the woods. He wanted to call for Blaine. He wanted Blaine. With Blaine he was safe.
Puck and Blaine made their way back to the woods, Puck grumbling about not getting to eat breakfast and how Kurt needed to chill. When they got to the spot where Kurt had been waiting to find him gone, Blaine's heart stopped.
"What is it, man?" Puck asked.
"What? Naw, we probably just haven't gone far enough yet."
Blaine shook his head quickly, "No, look." He pointed to the ground it front of the tree. Two sets of footsteps, and Kurt's pin. It was obvious that there was some sort of struggle.
"Shit," Puck breathed, "Shit how does this keep happening?"
"Shut the fuck up!" Blaine threw back at him, "You- you're just a card. I just lost him for the umpteenth time and I am fucking tired of it."
"Blaine, keep your voice down-"
"No!" Blaine shouted. "For all we know he was fucking murdered! It was my job to keep him safe, and all I'm doing it fucking getting him in trouble."
"Blaine calm down." Puck said more sternly.
"No I am not going to fucking calm down!" He stomped his foot and punched the tree to his left, wincing and pulling his hand to his chest when the bark cut through his skin.
"Woah, woah, woah. What the hell's going on here?" Blaine turned around to see Santana standing, pinkies locked with Brittany, next to Puck. Jeff and nick were each peering around Puck, one on each side. "I knew you were crazy, Hatter, but what the fuck are you doing?"
"Kurt is gone, Santana. Someone took him." Blaine growled. "I fucking let him get into trouble again."
"Okay, first off, calm down. It's not the end of the world."
Blaine laughed coldly, "Yeah, to you. You never even fucking liked him. I…"
"You what? You can't even admit it to yourself because you're pathetic." She stepped closer, "If you care about him that much why don't you just fucking tell him?"
"And how do you think that's going to go, Santana? 'Oh, hello Kurt. Just wanted you to know, even though you think this is a dream, I love you.'" Blaine stopped pacing, rant cutting off at the realization that, yeah, he loves him. Wow.
The smallest of smiles formed on Santana's face, and Brittany had her hands clapped together and a very large, childlike smile on her face. "Took you long enough."
"Seriously, man. That was painful." Puck chuckled.
Blaine laughed weakly before letting out a chocked sob. "I just want to find him. I promise I'll never let him out of my sight again."
"Hare, do you think Alice went to the little cabin I saw over there?" Brittany pointed to the left, and everyone turned to look in the direction. Sure enough, if they tilted their heads to the left and squinted, they could just see a little wood cabin. Mouths agape, they looked back to Brittany. "What?"
Blaine bounded forward, pulling the girl into a tight hug and spinning her around. "Brittany you are brilliant and I love you."
"Paws off," Santana said coldly, physically removing Blaine's arms. "You've got your own man."
Blaine's eyes lit up again and he turned to run towards the cabin when Puck grabbed him around the waist. "Put me down!" Blaine thrashed, trying to get free, but Puck had a strong grip. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
"Would you just shut up and think?" Puck shouted. "Do you really think barging in is going to help?"
"Yes, yes I do. Because right now Jesse could be…" Blaine shuddered at the thought.
"Look, how about this. I go to the front door, get it open and then make sure there's no immediate danger-"
Blaine shook his head quickly. "No, I need to be the one to make sure Kurt's okay."
"Fine. Whatever." Puck put Blaine down and he was gone before any of them could blink. The group bounded after him, trying to be quiet despite the crunching of leaves beneath their feet. By the time they reached the cabin, the door was open and a lot of shouting and swearing was coming from within. Puck sprinted up the few stairs and through the door. He didn't expect to find Blaine on top of Jesse, pinning him down and his arm raised as if he was about to punch him (though by the look of Jesse's face he'd already had a good few hits) but Kurt was holding his arm, head down and eyes closed as he clung to Blaine's arm. Puck could see the tears pouring down his face as he started to speak.
"Don't, Blaine." His voice was quiet, barely being heard over Jesse's groaning, "Don't. You're better than him."
Puck could almost see Blaine's anger die away as he let him arm drop and got off Jesse. Puck stepped forward and grabbed the man to stop him from getting away as he let the two boys talk. Blaine had pulled Kurt into an embrace and was lightly stroking his hair and placing light kisses on his face. When he spoke, his voice was quiet.
"Kurt, it's okay. We're here; I'm here. And I'm never going to let anyone hurt you ever again, okay?" Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, resting his forehead on Kurt's, "I'm so, so sorry I let it happen in the first place. But I…"
Puck's eyes went wide and he leaned forward a bit in anticipation, Britt and Santana doing the same in the doorway. Even Kurt had opened his eyes to look up in amazement. When Jesse groaned he slapped a hand over his mouth.
"I care about you, Kurt." Puck groaned and Santana slapped a hand to her forehead in frustration. The light in Kurt's eyes dimmed, though he still smiled.
"I care about you, too."
"I give up!" Santana shouted before storming out of the cabin shouting words in Spanish that Puck assumed to be curse words.
Britt bit her lip and tilted her head to the side, her gaze on Kurt and Blaine and her brow furrowed in obvious concentration. She stepped forward, looking down at their hands and then grabbing them and forcing them together. Puck didn't miss the silent gasp that escaped Kurt and Blaine, either.
"Um… Britt?" Kurt asked quietly.
"Now… Kiss." She said, gaze travelling between Kurt and Blaine, who went very, very red.
When Kurt spoke, his voice was a good octave higher. "Excuse me?"
Puck sighed and pushed Jesse forward, towards the door. He gently took Brittany's hand on the way, tugging her along despite her protests. Kurt watched them go, still a bit flustered from Brittany's comment. Blaine didn't feel like that, she was just being ridiculous.
Once they were safely outside, Kurt returned his gaze to Blaine. He had his forehead creased in concentration and was frowning slightly. Kurt waved a hand in front of his face, "Blaine?"
"Yeah?" He asked, blinking quickly.
"Ah, thought I lost you," Kurt joked, forcing laughter that wasn't returned.
"I…" Blaine paused, staring at him for a moment before adverting his gaze. "Never mind. It's stupid."
"Seriously, Blaine?" Kurt put his hands on his hip, cocking one to the side. "What is this, a preteen movie? Just be a man for once."
The look on Blaine's face was priceless as he sputtered. Kurt wanted to laugh, or take a picture, but he knew it wasn't the time for that. Puck had been right, this had been going on for too long now.
"Fine. Fine, I will then." Kurt raised an eyebrow at Blaine's bravado, but didn't say anything about it. "I love you, okay? I love your voice, your face, your everything. You're beautiful beyond belief, and I fell in love with you when you first came to that tea party." Blaine sighed, looking away, "You can laugh now."
A small smile crept onto Kurt's face as he stepped forward; wrapping his arms around Blaine's middle and nuzzling into his chest. Because he was taller this was a bit awkward, but he didn't care. Not with his heart ready to burst from joy. "Laugh? Why in god's name would I laugh, Blaine? I feel exactly the same about you."
Kurt let out a sigh of relief when Blaine wrapped his arms around him, too, hugging him back just as tightly. Kurt couldn't keep the smile off his face if he wanted to. He may've just about been raped, and he may be in the middle of a rescue mission that could get him, and everyone else, killed, and he may have to wake up at some point and go back to New York, but right now? Right now it was simply him and Blaine. Together, happy, and safe.