Blaine came home, a grin on his face and throbbing pain in his head. Funny how the two fit together.

For the first time, Robin took on Catwoman, a full on villian and not a sidekick, alone. As far as missions, he failed miserably. Batman had to come rectify it all, after his short lived battle against Catman. The overall success wasn't the source of Blaine's joy. He had his own plan in action.

A tracker.

Late one night, when he knew Brittany would be with Sam, Blaine snuck out. He broke into the girl's lab and took one. Sam had requested they be made to track repeat offenders and of course, his numerous bat named modes of transportation. Which, in this business, get in a lot more than fender benders. So, extra trackers were wisely made. Blaine was sure they had one to spare. And he had no doubt Catwoman would love the new accessory hidden in her boot.

Mission accomplished.

It didn't take long for Blaine to pin the location of the cats. Unless Catwoman had figured out his plan, a possibilty, and was trying to throw him off or she lost her boot somewhere; he had to have the right place. The tracker hadn't moved in the past two days, much like Blaine.

He's been losing sleep, slacking on homework, skipping out on rehearsal and lectures and training and meals and bathing. All these things were replaced by glueing his eyes to the tracking screen. The little green light peered back all the way from the Bronx. It seemed to be asking him, "what now?" A very good question to ask.

As he saw it, there was one option: go to it. He had to go and find Kurt. And he also had to get that tracker back before anyone else finds it and he gets caught. The only problem was how?

Sitting in the Gotham University campus library, Blaine gazed at the green dot daring it to move or answer him. Neither happened. His eyes drooped and his breathe evened out and small snores were barely heard slipping through his mouth. He had dozed off again.

"Blaine?" The hazel eyes rolled open, to find Nick's starring back at him. "Are you okay?"

The small boy nodded, then yawned, "just tired."

Nick chuckled, "yeah, that much I gathered. You've fallen asleep in just about every class." He took a seat across from Blaine. "What's been keeping you up?"

Blaine struggled for an excuse. Homework wouldn't do, they're in all the same classes and the load has been pretty light this past month. Fighting crime would make him sound ludicrous. Stalking his dead boyfriend would be full out mental.

He looked into his friends concerned eyes, seeing as they lightened with a smirk. "Does it have to do with this?" He asked, holding up the small black box. It much resembled a cell phone, but with no buttons. From his friend's hand, the green dot blinked back at Blaine. "Who're you tracking?"

"What?" Blaine reached for the device in vain. "No one, that's not what that is."

"It's not? Then might I ask what it is?" A cell phone? A handheld game? Neither would do. And a GPS would just be a cheap shot. Nick nodded, more amused. "Right. Blaine, I know what it looks like to track something. Jeff had one on Wes's gavel for at least a semester." Blaine went with his back up plan, avoiding those soul peering eyes like the plague. "Now, are you going to tell me where this leads to?" He inquired, pointing to the screen. Blaine considered saying no, maybe denying it all.

Looking at Nick, his set jaw and raised eyebrows, over peering eyes. But, his expression was still soft, gentle. Blaine knew he could trust him. Glancing around, Blaine began to gather his belongings from the table in the library. "Follow me." He grumbled, stepping out into the cold, Nick following close behind.

"Blaine! Blaine, where are we going?" Nick called, chasing behind the swift boy through the crowded streets.

He barely glanced back, "Sam and I's place, where's Jeff?"

"I don't- Blaine, would you hold up!" Nick called to the bounding boy before him. With a huff, Blaine stopped. He turned to wait for his friend. "Thanks." He sighed, "I was trying to tell you I'm not sure where he is. Probably at the park again."

"Call him and tell him to meet us." Blaine said, continuing his stride. Again, Nick was struggling to keep up, while fiddling with his phone.

Ten minutes they waited for Jeff. Nick sat on the cluttered couch, impatiently drumming his fingers on the rim of his coffee mug. Constantly he inquired the length of the wait over the caffeinated steam. Blaine would offer short, insufficient answers from where he nervously paced. He had a plan rolling in his head, but he remained still hesitant. He feared hurting his friends, like Finn, but potentially far worse. And even though he trusted his friends, he wasn't sure if he could trust them with this. Especially not the bubbly blonde that bounded into the living room after ten stressful minutes.

"Guys, I saw the cutest dog at the park, like the cutest." Jeff exclaimed, dropping his coat by the door and shaking out his hat hair. "Like cuter than me." He grinned, plopping onto the couch, next to Nick. "Oh, coffee!" He took the mug from his boyfriends hand, drinking some and kissing his cheek.

"Jeff, you're covered in fur." Nick murmured.

"I know." He smiled. "So, what's going on? Why'd you guys call me here?"

Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out the tracker. "Blaine has some explaining to do." He tossed the tracker to the nervous boy.

"Nicky, what is that?" Jeff asked.

"Blaine, care to inform him?"

The boy looked up. He made eye contact with Nick, then Jeff. Nick was waiting. Jeff was glancing between them lost, his blonde bangs swooshing with his head. "It's a tracker." Blaine finally said. "I think I found Kurt."