As much as Kurt loved this it needed to stop; they are coworkers and coworkers shouldn't be doing this. He hesitantly opened his eyes and nudged the still sleeping Blaine. He couldn't move. They were lying across the entire couch. Kurt was slightly on top of Blaine, his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine's arms where still hugging Kurt's back.

"Blaine!" he whispered in one of those yelling whispers.

"Hm what? No I don't want to get up I'm too warm." Blaine murmured in his sleep.

"Blaine get up!" Kurt said jabbing him in the ribs. He lifted his head as much as he could to watch Blaine's eyes flutter open. Blaine quickly released Kurt from his arms.

"Sorry. You alright?" he asked Kurt who rolled off of Blaine to lay pressed up against his side next to him. Although Kurt decided to get off of Blaine he didn't want to loose the fantastic contact.

Kurt turned his head to the side to answer Blaine, "Yeah I'm good."

Blaine turned his head also to look at Kurt. Their faces were only inches apart. Kurt could feel Blaine's hot breath on his face as he could feel his own heat rushing to his cheeks. Blaine inches a little closer his eyes on Kurt's lips. Kurt licked his lips and sat up quickly.

"Wha-what's wrong Kurt?" Blaine asked an Kurt could practically hear the hurt dripping from his voice.

"I'm sorry." Kurt whispered curling up on himself, his legs pressed to his chest.

Blaine sat up and mimicked Kurt's posture, his shoulder pressing into Kurt's. What is it with the sudden closeness? Kurt asked himself. He loves it but at the same time he's so confused with everything that is going on with his live at the same time.

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Kurt couldn't take it anymore and turned to look at Blaine. Blaine was looking down at his chest. He rubbing it with a quizzical look on his face. Kurt watched Blaine's eye lashes flutter against his tan cheeks. A few strands of curls falling over his forehead and sticking out of place.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked still studying Blaine's puzzled face.

"Yeah... It's just that there is this weird imprint on my chest that kind of hurts." Blaine explained.

"Imprint?" Kurt repeated. Imprint from what? "Let me see."

Kurt watched as Blaine pulled down his shirt and pointed to the red mark. It was a circular shape a little bigger than a grape. He kept thinking what could possibly cause him to get this mark. What on Kurt could have made it? His ear? No.

Oh.

He pulled his mothers locket and held it up to show Blaine, "Is this it?"

"It must be." Blaine said leaning forward to look at he locket. "What is this?"

"It's my mom's locket." Kurt said watching Blaine look at it. It was still attached to his neck to Blaine was close and Kurt could feel his hot breath on his neck.

"If it's your mom's locket then why do you have it?" Blaine asked brushing his knuckles gently along Kurt's exposed collarbone. Kurt shook from the touch.

"She's... She's dead." Kurt mumbled trying to focus on his thoughts and not Blaine's warm touch.

"I'm so sorry Kurt." Blaine said backing away to sit next to him again.

"It's okay she died when I was 8 so it's been a while." Kurt explained.

"Have you checked what the robber took yet?" Blaine asked running his warm fingers up Kurt's arm and wrapping it gently around his wrist. Kurt shook his head no, "Come on lets go."

Blaine pulled Kurt up and waited for Kurt to lead the way to his room. Kurt moved his hand down so that his fingers were threaded together with Blaine's. Kurt smiled and lead the way.

They walked together, hands entwined, smiling, and walking really close to each other. Their shoulders brushed against each other and their arms were pressed against each other.

When they reached the door to Kurt's bedroom, Kurt slowly opened the door. His breath hitched when he saw the mess. There was papers thrown every where and things hanging out of drawers. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and placed both of his hands over his mouth.

"Kurt- Kurt this is serious." Blaine gasped walking into the room. He picked up a piece of paper and sat down on Kurt's bed. Blaine laughed as he read what was on the page. "'Ways to beat Blaine Anderson, one bringing Schuester coffee every morning. Two: offer to organize all of his office. Three-"

"Okay that's enough!" Kurt said jumping forward and grabbing the paper. He looked around the room and let out a small whimper, why is this happening to him? Why has his life sucked so much lately? He leaned down and started picking up papers.

"Can I help?" Blaine asked from the bed.

"I suppose but just don't look at anything." Kurt muttered

"Alright." Blaine said hopping off the bed and towards the opposite side of the room than Kurt.

The room was quiet except for the shuffling of papers. Kurt heard Blaine gasp.

"Blaine I told you to stop looking at the papers, who knows what I have been writing!" Kurt said sarcastically.

"Uh Kurt." Blaine said in a serious tone. "K-Kurt come here."

Kurt dropped his stack of papers onto his dresser and practically ran over to Blaine.

"What is it?" Kurt asked grabbing onto his locket for support. Blaine held out a picture. It wasn't just a picture though. It was a picture of him. He remembered that picture; it was one that was hanging in his hallway. It was originally him and his dad, but his dad was cut out. The picture had weird markings on it. It was like some sort of code, different shapes and weird looking letters.

"Wha-?" Kurt gasped sinking back onto his bed.

"Look on the back." Blaine said sitting down next to Kurt. Kurt flipped the picture over and stared at the blood red writing.

"I'm watching you Kurt." Kurt read out loud. He stared in horror one the bloody finger prints all around the white back of the picture. "Blaine is this real blood?"

"I don't know Kurt." Blaine said. Blaine sighed and set his hand on Kurt's knee. "Kurt you really need to go to the police. If this really is real blood then they could use it as evidence. They could do a DNA test and find out who this guy really is!"

"I-" Kurt was cut of by a high pitch scraping noise coming from his window. Non stop banging and crashing caused the dark window to rattle. Kurt flew onto his bed and clutched onto Blaine who seemed just as terrified.

Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt pulling him closer and placing his hand on the back of Kurt's head. Kurt kept his eyes glued on the window, looking over Blaine's shoulder. Although he hoped he would never see anything at the same time he hoped he did. It was more comforting knowing where the mysterious loud sound was coming from instead of the dark, black, window. Suddenly all of the noise stopped and Kurt struggled to catch his breath. He felt like he was having a heart attack. Kurt screamed as a dark face and a hand hit the window. Kurt didn't even know how this was happening. His room was on the second floor. He was too scared to think. He buried his face into Blaine's shoulder and clutched onto him so hard he thought he might actually seriously hurt him.

Everything went silent again but Kurt refused to look up. He buried his face into Blaine's sweet smelling neck and tried to force the terrified tears that threatened to spill over.

After a few minutes Kurt felt Blaine move but still clutching onto Kurt's trembling body. He felt Blaine's body go rigid as he sucked into a breath.

"Blaine? Blaine? What is it?" Kurt asked trying to twist in Blaine grasp to see what was going on. Blaine pressed his palm to the back of Kurt's head and pressed his head back. "Blaine you can't just hide me from what's going on!"

Blaine sighed and let go of Kurt. Kurt turned around and gasped looking at the window. The window had two hand prints in the same blood red color and the sentence

Tell the police and you are dead.

"Oh my God." Kurt gasped hopping off of the bed and running to his closet. He couldn't hold in the tears anymore as they rolled down his cheeks. He grabbed the small duffle bag and started throwing some of his clothing in it. He threw some work clothes in it, a few pairs of skinny jeans, and some stylish shirts. He figured that he already was wearing his pajamas and wouldn't need any comfy clothes.

"Kurt what are you doing?" Blaine asked striding across the room.

"I have to get out of here." Kurt whispered.

"Where are you planning on going?" Blaine asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know, all I know is that I have to get out of here." Kurt cried.

"We still have three hours until work." Blaine whispered, "Come on you are staying at my place."

Kurt smiled as they quickly walked down stairs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Blaine asked leaning against Kurt's kitchen counter.

"Yes." Kurt answered. He has never been so sure before in his life actually. Kurt walked to get their coats. He walked down the hall way as Blaine waited in the kitchen. Kurt froze his eyes on the picture laying face up on the ground. It was a picture of Kurt with a red X through it. Kurt looked around him nervously, how did this get here? It definitely wasn't there a second ago when they walked down stairs.

Kurt bent down to pick up the picture, "Blaine?"

"What is it?" Blaine yelled back as Kurt heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. Only about a second later, Blaine was standing next to him. "What are you doing Kurt?"

"Was this here before?" Kurt asked holding up the picture.

"Uh… no." Blaine answered. "Kurt let's get out of here; I'm really starting to freak out."

"Fine let's go." Kurt said dropping the picture on the floor. They grabbed their coats and walked out of the eerie house. Kurt locked the door and turned to Blaine. "Meet me in the car."

Kurt handed Blaine his bag and took off to the side of the house where his room was located. His boots trudged through the inch or so of snow that must have fallen last night. He had no idea where this sudden courage and sense of adventure came from. He felt like exploring and he had no idea why.

The sun was rising and today, albeit the snow on the ground, was pretty warm. Kurt looked up towards his window and found no trace of the blood chilling writing that was on his window. Tell the police and you are dead.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

Kurt shook his head, trying to clear the haunting thoughts. He looked to the white ground. There was no evidence of the blood spilt on the ground either. There wasn't even footsteps. The only thing Kurt could see was the tips of the dead grass peeping through. Suddenly something caught his eye, from across the empty lot next to his house. The lot was covered in trees and it was much like a mini forest. The builders got rid of all of the trees around the lot for new houses, so all that was left was about an acre of trees.

Kurt strained his eyes trying to look for any sign of movement again. The crisp air nipped at his exposed skin. Although the air was unseasonably warm, it was still really cold. Kurt could feel his cheeks stinging as the cold breeze blew snow on his face.

There! There it was again. His eyes focused on the moving spot. It was a mass, too large and human like to be an animal. Suddenly, Kurt didn't know why, but he started to run towards the woods. Kurt watched as the figure started to turn and walk further into the woods.

NO! He thought. This douche dag was not getting away from him, not now. Kurt reached the edge of the tree line and slowed down. He hid behind a tree and peered in. He looked to the ground, now there were foot prints.

He heard a cough and then footsteps. His eyes focused onto a tree where he saw the person disappear into.

"Kurt!" He heard Blaine yell. Kurt turned his head towards Blaine who was standing next to his house waving. "Let's go!"

Kurt turned, looking back into the trees just in time to see a blue and white striped scarf fly out behind the tree as it's owner disappeared.

Kurt took a deep breath and started running back towards Blaine. Now he was scared. All of the excitement, fun, and sense of adventure was gone. He was only about 10 feet away from Blaine when he lost his footing and slipped across the lawn. Blaine rushed forward and caught Kurt's hand, awkwardly holding Kurt up so that the snow didn't get on his pajamas. Blaine's arm snaked out and wrapped around Kurt's back pulling him up so that he was standing on his feet again.

"Heh… thanks." Kurt said walking past Blaine.

"Wait Kurt where are you going?" Blaine yelled.

Kurt was so confused. What is wrong with him? "Let's just…go."

"Okay, okay." Blaine sighed walking to the driver side of the car. Kurt climbed in and leaned his head against the frozen glass window. "We don't have that much time left until work. We'll just go to my house and get ready, I guess."

"'Kay." Kurt sighed.

"Kurt what's wrong?" Blaine asked. Kurt was acting strange.

"Fucking everything!" Kurt yelled through gritted teeth. Kurt saw Blaine flinch out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"No, I get it Kurt. This is all stressing you out. You are suppose to act like this, if you weren't I would be seriously worried. Why did you go to the woods?" Blaine asked resting his hand on Kurt's that was sitting between the two seats.

"I…I saw something…someone." Kurt said quietly looking down at his hands.

"So you decided the best thing to do is to chase after this potentially dangerous person?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know what was going on. All of the sudden I felt adventurous and I was running."

"Did you see anything more?" Blaine asked catching Kurt off guard. Kurt thought Blaine would be totally against his risky and dangerous move. Maybe Blaine just wanted to understand Kurt, who knows?

"I…I saw a blue and white striped scarf." Kurt answered honestly.

"Interesting." Blaine said as he parked outside what must be his apartment. Blaine got out of the car and grabbed Kurt's bag from the back seat. Kurt got out of the car and followed Blaine up to the apartment.

"Don't you think it's weird that the writing wasn't on the window? And that there was no red paint or blood, whatever the hell it was, on the snow or house or anything?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah that is really weird." Blaine replied.

Kurt looked around the entrance to the apartment, which was actually quite nice. They walked up a few sets of stairs and Blaine took out his key.

"I have the entire 3rd floor." Blaine said opening the door. "It's nothing compared to your house, but it's home to me."

Kurt inspected the apartment. The main section was an open floor plan, with the kitchen and a living area. On the opposite side, next to the kitchen, there was two doors. He assumed one was a bathroom and the other was probably a bed room. Blaine had the apartment decorated much like a sophisticated bachelor's apartment. Kurt, despite his keen eye for design, actually really loved the apartment. It was small and cozy and just perfect.

"I love it!" Kurt exclaimed.

"There is two bathrooms and two bedrooms plus this open area with the kitchen and the living room." Blaine explained.

"Give me a tour!" Kurt said excitedly.

"Okay, we'll go to the guest room first. That can be your room." Blaine lead Kurt to a door that he had not noticed when he first walked in. Inside the room there was a regular size bed with blue grey sheets. There was also two other doors within the room.

"There is the closet and this is the bathroom." Blaine explained putting Kurt's bag down on the bed. "You can get ready for work in there, I'll give you some soap and stuff if you need anything."

"Oh…I totally forgot a tooth brush! You don't by chance have an extra do you?" Kurt asked nervously looking at Blaine.

"I do actually! You're in luck, I just bought a new pack." Blaine said a wide smile spreading across his face. "Follow me."

Blaine bounced to his room and walked into his bathroom, "My bedroom connects to the main bathroom. You could either go through the outside door or through my room. Here!" Blaine said handing Kurt a purple toothbrush.

Kurt looked around Blaine's room, it was much like his own except lived in. His sheets were the opposite of his they were grey and blue but with the same pattern. His eyes strayed to the clock on Blaine's bedside table. "Oh! We only have an hour and an half to get ready! Thanks Blaine!" Kurt said running out the door and towards his.

He turned on the shower and laid out his clothes for the day while waiting for the hot water. He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the warm water. He sighed letting the relaxing water run over his tired body.

Kurt found himself lost in his thoughts.

Tell the police and you are dead…dead…dead…dead. Kurt ran to the edge of the woods and saw the blue and white striped scarf fluttering away in the wind. Dead…Dead…Dead.

Dead.