"Why are you giving me mints?" He asked, frowning as Cooper leant forwards from the back and took one without consent, and popping it into his mouth with a grin.

"When was the last time you brushed your teeth?" Sebastian replied, his eyes on the road as he drove.

"This morning." Sebastian raised an eyebrow and shot him a look. "I did! We do have toothbrushes and toothpaste! And we use bottles of water!"

Sebastian shrugged. "You should still take one. Freshen your breath. They taste nice too."

Blaine frowned but took one anyway; scowling because it did taste nice and he didn't want to admit it.

"Where are you even taking us?" He asked, sighing.

"Hush, tiny hobbit, just a few more meters." Sebastian smirks and goes through an open gate to an expensive house. It looked familiar and Sebastian jumped out of the truck the second he parked. Blaine scowled as he and Cooper got out to follow him. Blaine hated that of all the people they could have find in Lima, Ohio, it had to be Sebastian Smythe.

They followed Sebastian to the door of the house, which, now Blaine looked at it properly (still trying to decide why it was familiar), was larger than most, at least three stories high. He sighed as Sebastian knocked, looking around at the long grass around the building.

Then a voice came through the door, even more familiar than the house itself.

"Who is it?"

"Who do you think it is, you stupid fucktard?" Sebastian replied. "Just open the damn door."

There was a fumbling on the other side, while Blaine tried to figure out whose voice it was. But then more voice. Only one other voice.

"Jesus, Finn. Anyone would think you were five. Just leave the twat out there. He isn't supposed to be back yet, anyway."

Blaine stood, frozen in place from shock, his jaw hanging open. He knew who it was, but It had struck Blaine to the spot and he couldn't find the will to move, even though everything in his body was screaming at him to yell.

"Blaine…?" Cooper whispered. "Isn't that…?"

It was Cooper's voice that made him spring into action.

He pushed past Sebastian forcefully, knocking him aside and threw himself against the door, as if it would make it disappear. Break the barrier between them.

"Fuck off, Sebastian!"

Then Blaine found his voice.

"Kurt!"

Everything seemed to go deadly silent for a second, before the fumbling with the locks started again. It seemed to take forever…

The door flew open and Blaine took one quick look, making sure it was really him before throwing himself into Kurt's arms.

He felt Kurt's arms, so strong and secure, wrap around him in return, gripping tightly, as if Blaine would disappear if he let go. Blaine felt relief surge through him and he started to sob into his shoulder, muttering 'You're Alive' over and over and over again. And he was well aware that Kurt was doing the same thing.

He breathed Kurt in, finally taking in the scent he remembered so well and missed so much. The sweet honeysuckle and vanilla, even though it was almost masked by sweat. It was still there.

He didn't know how long they were standing there for, but when he finally pulled out of the hug, they were alone and the door was shut and locked up again.

Blaine cupped Kurt's face in both hands, letting his eyes flick from one feature to another, making sure it was really him. Tear stains and all.

"You're… You're really here." Blaine whispered, his voice cracking as he looked into Kurt's beautiful blue-green eyes.

"I really am. And so are y-you."

Kurt blinked and let another tear roll down his already streaked face. Blaine wiped it away with his thumb, almost by habit.

"I… I was so scared, so worried."

Kurt leans into his palm, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

Blaine was lost for words. And as he internally searched for them, he saw the bright blue eyes flicker to lower on his face before back to his eyes.

That's when Blaine realized he didn't need words. He just needed Kurt.

He leaned forwards and caught Kurt's lips in to a passionate kiss.

Kurt whimpered as they searched each other's mouths with their tongues. Something that was once familiar to them both. They had missed this. They needed this familiar touch that had been stolen from them when they needed it most. The thought of which had been the only thing that could keep them sane in this zombie apocalypse. And it had finally been given back.

Eager to taste more of him, Blaine pushed into the kiss more, moving them both until Kurt was pinned against a wall. Blaine against him and pressed into the kiss harder.

They kissed until their lips were sore and red, pulling away panting heavily, but with irremovable smiles.

And then they were laughing. Still pinned against the wall, just laughing. Laughing with relief. Because they needed to. Because they were both alive. And they both finally had the other back.

"I love you so much." Blaine whispered.

"I love you, too." Kurt whispered back, his grin wide and he kissed Blaine again.

~X~

Sugar's house.

Blaine should have known. He'd been here plenty of times before the outbreak. But he wasn't expecting the force of her strength slammed against him as he and Kurt went into the next room, only to be released from her grip seconds later as she started to babble on about something.

Kurt watched his baffled expression and laughed. They were holding hands, refusing to let go. Within seconds, Blaine was also being hugged by a small brunette. Her grip was tighter than Sugar's, and when she pulled away, she looked up at Blaine with big, brown eyes.

Rachel.

Blaine also found in the next few minutes that Puck, Santana and Finn were here too. Puck came in, growing a slightly normal head of hair, holding a child with blonde hair, around the age of two years old. Blaine asked who it was.

"Beth. Mine and Quinn's child. I managed to find Shelby's house to save her, but never got to save Shelby. Santana's been helping me with her. But the second we're all ready to move on, I'm going to Albuquerque to find Quinn. I know she was there visiting her grandmother. And now we know you survived, there's a chance that she did to."

Blaine froze, his mouth open, unable to form the words. He couldn't help the pang of despair that hit him hard in the chest at those words. Quinn… How in the world was he supposed to explain? He caught eyes with Cooper in the corner before dropping Kurt's hand and stepping forwards, taking a deep breath and looking Puck in the eyes. He had to do this, or Puck would be clinging onto false hope.

"She's dead."

"What?" Puck looked up, confused.

Blaine spoke slowly, explaining everything that happened since they left California, trying hard not to look at everyone as they started to cry as they listened, with the exceptions of Coop, Sebastian and Finn.

"And we buried her just outside of Amarillo. In a nice field where it's safe. Where she won't be harmed. Where she can rest in peace."

"I…" Puck wiped his eyes and silently handed Beth to Santana and then walked from the room, his shoulders shaking. They heard a door shut seconds later.

The room was deadly silent, and Blaine wasn't sure how long he stood there before Kurt retook his hand and pulled him from the room, taking him up a floor. He took him to a small room with a double bed that took up most of the space. Kurt pulled him to lay down on it, still keeping their hands clasped as he lay opposite him, staring into his eyes.

He needed this time. He just wanted to be alone with Kurt, while he let the news about Quinn sink in with everyone else. Because while he was terribly distraught about Quinn, he was happy because he'd found Kurt.

"That was really sweet. What you did for Quinn." Kurt whispered, breaking the silence.

"I'm sure she would've done the same had it the situation been reversed." He murmured, using his free hand to brush a strand of hair from Kurt's face. "When she found out we were coming here, she tried to convince me to stop. She told me you wouldn't be alive."

"I am, Blaine. I'm here." Blaine was silent for a second. He bit his lip, nervous.

"How? What happened?"

Kurt told him everything. Almost everything.

He explained how Sugar defended herself with only a carving knife and protected her house. How Puck had found a gun store a few towns over and raided the place before finding Shelby and Beth, and then fearlessly fought for his daughter's life. How Santana had tried everything to protect a poor, confused Brittany in a futile attempt to save her. How Finn had slaughtered zombies without breaking a sweat to rescue Rachel. How Sebastian had found them and swooped in with a car loaded with food when they needed it most.

"W-what about you? …Where's your dad?"

Blaine had been afraid to ask, but he knew that if he didn't, Kurt would never tell.

Kurt finally broke eye contact, looking down as a few tears fell.

"It… it was a w-week after the outbreak…"

((Cue Flashback))

"Please don't." Kurt whispered, shaking in his seat beside the window, Rachel by his side and Finn next to her. It was a little squashed in the backseat of the car with the three of them.

"Kurt, honey, I have to." Carole spoke softly, looking at him with calm eyes. "We need the food."

Finn twizzled the gun Puck had given him in his hand.

"But those… things are in there! You'll die!"

"Kurt." Burt frowned from the driver's seat. "Carole will be fine; me and Finn will be just outside in case anything goes wrong."

"No, dad! We have enough food for now! Puck will come back with more! We can last until then! I'm not losing you! Either of you!"

Carole and Burt shared a look.

"Kurt. You aren't losing anyone-"

"I already have! I'm not losing anyone else!"

Burt looked defeated.

"You know there's a chance that Blaine is still alive-"

"I can't let myself hope! California was one of the first places to be hit, dad! I'd be a fool to waste my life hoping!"

"Kurt-"

"Stop it!"

Kurt was crying. Bringing Blaine into this had been a bad idea. It had opened the barely healed wound. He lied when he said he didn't hope, but that didn't mean it didn't feel like Blaine was dead.

Rachel turned to hug him during the silence. He closed his eyes and sobbed loudly into her shoulder.

While this happened, Carole sneaked out of the car quietly and goes over to the shop.

It took a minute for Kurt to realize she was gone.

It took him ten seconds to get out of the car.

It took five for Burt and Finn to follow.

The noises distracted Carole long enough for her to turn around, having just got inside and looks through the floor to ceiling windows.

And that's when she got attacked.

Burt yelled and ran after her, fiddling to get his gun out.

Kurt watched, mortified, as his dad killed the monster that had bit Carole, then fall to his knees beside her. His dad hadn't seen the others, and Kurt screamed out his name to warn him. Too late. Burt became overwhelmed as the monsters attacked him too, ripping him apart, tearing the flesh off him, biting him and clawing at him while he screamed in pain beside his wife.

Kurt made to run after him, but Finn held him back. Kurt became hysterical, kicking, screaming, sobbing and trying his hardest to pull away from Finn's grip.

Finn finally let go after a long time, only to let him fall to the floor, still sobbing loudly, yelling out and punching the ground consistently.

((End Flashback))

Kurt was crying as Blaine looked at him, shocked. He made to let go of Kurt's hand to hug him, but his fingers brushed over something.

He looked between them, running a finger over Kurt's bruised knuckle. Painful looking scabs were covering most it, showing the marks of where he'd hit the ground particularly hard.

This just seemed to make the story more real.

Blaine shifted before wrapping Kurt up tightly in his arms, starting to murmur comforting words to him, kissing his hair frequently.

It was then that Blaine finally found his voice. His singing voice. And he's not sure why he started singing. Or where the song came from. It just felt right in that moment, whispering it slowly into Kurt's ear.

Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me in

Lie down with me

Hold me in your arms

Kurt began to calm down, listening intently to Blaine.

Your heart's against my chest

Lips pressed to my neck

I've fallen for your eyes

But they don't know me yet

And the feeling I forget

I'm in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

Wanna be loved

Wanna be loved

This feels like I've fallen in love

Fallen in love

Fallen in love

Kurt shifted, looking up at Blaine with his bright blue eyes, searching his face.

Settle down with me

And I'll be your safety

Kurt blinked away the last of his tears, and Blaine smiled a little. his lips twitched upwards, a smile threatening to appear.

Yeah I've been feeling everything

From hate to love

From love to lust

From lust to truth

I guess that's how I know you

So hold you close

To help you give it up

Blaine shifted to look Kurt in the eyes while he sung the last words.

So kiss me like you wanna be loved

Wanna be loved

Wanna be loved

This feels like I've fallen in love

Fallen in love

Fallen in love

A smile now graced Kurt's lips when Blaine finished.

"I love you. I love you so much, Blaine."