"So it appeared Santana did not know exactly who the mole was. Perhaps she had it pegged wrong all along," Will said, standing in the fort. "In any case, she failed to guess correctly and so became the mole's sixth victim. Only four remained, with one final exemption and three spots in the finale. Who will answer that all important question, who is the mole?

"Ten strangers, working together to reach a prize total of one million dollars. But among them is a saboteur, a traitor, a double agent working for us to try and hinder the other players from banking the money. That person is the mole. Their task is simple. To win the money, they must answer one question. Who is the mole?

"Is it Finn Hudson?

"Kurt Hummel?

"Mercedes Jones?

"Or Blaine Anderson?"

Profiles were now down four viewed across the screen as Santana's had now joined those that were eliminated. The camera panned to the four remaining players standing with Will on a rooftop.

"Good morning players," Will greeted. They looked at each other but didn't say anything. Being down to the final four, the enthusiasm had been greatly depleted. In short, they were all ready for the game to just be over, including the mole. The home stretch was just around the corner.

"Can we just get this over with?" Kurt asked. Blaine gently squeezed his hand and pecked him on the cheek. Though neither of them had said anything about being official, it was clear by now that they wanted a life together when all of this was over. So much in fact that producers had chosen to ignore the PDA shown on camera. So what if people started shipping players on The Mole? Might be interesting.

Will gave them all a sympathetic look. "I'm guessing you guys just want to get home," he said.

"I miss my bed," Kurt said. He was half tempted to fail the quiz on purpose the next night but he didn't want to be apart from Blaine and if he purposefully failed the quiz so that he could go home, that meant Blaine would stay behind. He didn't want that. And there was an equal chance either one of them could go home the next day.

"I'm sure you all do," Will replied with a nod. He pulled out four small slips of paper just than, along with four pens. He started to hand them out. "I want you to write down the name of the player you trust the most and stick it in that vase over there." He pointed to a vase standing on the rooftop edge.

The players looked at each other but separated so that none of them could see what the others were writing. One by one, they walked up to the vase and dropped their folded slip of paper into it.

When everyone had placed their papers in the vase, Will took it and looked at all the players slips before sticking them back into vase and setting it down on the rooftop.

And again, I am clueless about this particular game, the mole thought.

Will folded his arms across his chest and inclined his head to the side. He smiles wanly.

"Finn, you wrote Blaine. Why?" he asked. The tall man looked over at Blaine, who was pleasantly surprised.

"He'd the most genuine player. He's always had a good head on his shoulders and a positive outlook on the game. Sure he's lost us some money but in every situation, he always managed to win it right back. I mean, if there's anyone here I would trust with my life, it would be Blaine. He's just so genuine and you can't fake that," Finn said. Will nodded. Blaine was tearing up.

"Blaine, you wrote Kurt. Why?" Will asked.

Blaine looked over at Kurt who gave him a soft gentle smile. "Because I'm falling in love with him," the curly haired man said in a very breathless whisper, eyes locking on Murt's and looking at him as though there was no one else in the world.

Stunned silence fell over them all but neither Blaine nor Kurt seemed to care. They only had eyes for each other. It was all too clear that yes, these two really were falling in love.

Will cleared his throat and Blaine and Kurt snapped out of their reverie, both blushing right down their necks.

"In any case, Blaine, you are the only person who did not write your name down. Everyone else unanimously voted for you." Blaine looked at the all with wide eyes. He was expecting Kurt to vote for him but not Finn and Mercedes as well. "So if you will please come with me. The rest of you stay put."

Blaine pecked Kurt on the cheek and gave his hand a squeeze before he followed Will who lead him down from the roof to the street below.

"Does it worry you that they all voted for you?" Will asked. Blaine seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Not really. I like to consider myself a pretty trustworthy person."

"I guess that's going to really bite them in the ass if you turn out to be the mole," Will replied, causing Blaine to chuckle.

the curly haired man shook his head. "Santana said I was her number one suspect and she's gone so..." He trailed off, shrugging. Though he knew that didn't mean anything. He had no way of knowing what had been going through her head during all those quizzes. "On the other hand, she made it to the final five on her beliefs. So who knows? Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

Will gave him a nod. "Okay, we the others still voted you as the player they trusted the most and this game is based on trust." Blaine narrowed his eyes and inclined his head. "If you can get at least two out of the three of them to do their tasks, I'll add twenty thousand dollars to the pot. If you get all three of them to do their tasks, I'll add thirty thousand dollars to the pot." Blaine bit his lip, wondering what was coming. "You have to now chose one of them to do each of three tasks. You need to choose one person to have a knife thrown at their head, one person to walk barefoot over hot coals, and one person to walk the plank."

This was enough to get Blaine thinking. All of those were pretty dangerous tasks and the wasn't even sure exactly what walking the plank meant. He stood there for several moments, contemplating his options. He needed to decide who was going to do what. He worried his lip between his teeth again. He loved Kurt, he knew that. He really didn't want to make him do any of those things but he had to trust the game, just like the other players would have to trust him. So he made a decision.

"Okay," he said finally and Will looked at his expectantly. "I'll have Kurt have a knife thrown at him, Mercedes walk barefoot over hot coals, and Finn walk the plank."

"Are you sure?" Blaine nodded. "Why Kurt for the knife throwing?"

"Because since he's a great cook, I reckon it would scare him the least of the three of them."

Will nodded his head. "Okay, let's go and get Kurt."

Will lead Blaine back to the group, who were chatting about what this challenge might be. He pulled a blindfold from his pocket. "Kurt, if you'll kindly tie this blindfold over your eyes and come with us please," he said as they approached them.

Kurt glanced at Mercedes and Finn and took the blindfold from Will, tying it over his eyes. Blaine did not look particularly happy about the blindfold but it wasn't a trust game for nothing. He took Kurt's arm and carefully directed him as the two of them followed Will.

They were lead down to an area where a man was practicing throwing knives at a wooden door. "Okay, what is that sound?" Kurt asked and Blaine detected a nervous waiver in his voice.

"It's a knife thrower Kurt," he replied softly. Kurt visibly stiffened and Blaine suddenly wondered if he'd done the wrong thing, choosing Kurt for this task. But he didn't have a clue why. He swallowed. "Baby, all I want you to do is stand in front of the door, okay?"

Kurt turned his head toward him very slowly. "No knives?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Blaine's heart broke. "Yes knives Kurt. The knife thrower is going to throw one at you."

"What?!l Kurt screeched. Blaine held tight to his arm, feeling the older man stiffen even more and away gently as though he were getting dizzy. "I...I can't do that Blaine. Too many memories, I just can't!"

Blaine didn't have a clue what Kurt was talking about. This was something they hadn't discussed yet but he figured it was serious. He looked over at Will with a look that was a mixture of concern and anger at the stupid producers for thinking it would be funny to put someone through this.

"Kurt, you're not obligated to go through with it," Will said. "But if you don't, both Mercedes and Finn have to complete their own tasks in order to win money. And you won't know if they have until after they've done them. So if you don't do this and one or both of them doesn't do theirs, you win nothing."

Kurt was trembling like mad. Blaine didn't even care about the money. He just wanted Kurt to be okay. Kurt nodded his head. Blaine knew what that meant. Biting his lip, he guided Kurt so that he was standing in front of the wooden door.

"Where am I standing Blaine?" he asked.

"You're right in front of the door Kurt." Kurt reached out a shaking hand and gripped a hold of Blaine's with it. He was shaking terribly and Blaine saw him sway.

"I can't do this. Blaine, I can't do this. I...I..." Suddenly without warning, Kurt collapsed to the ground.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled. Will put a hand up to signal the knife thrower to stay put. Producers rushed on scene with a bottle of water is Blaine tried to get Kurt to wake up.

Luckily, it only took a few moments to revive him and after downing some of the water, Kurt was able to get shakily to his feet. "Come on Kurt," Blaine said. "You're not doing this. I can't put you through it. I'm so sorry I chose you for this task. If I had known how badly it would effect you, I would have chosen Finn probably."

Kurt shook his head. "It's my fault for not telling you about my past. But I want to do this. There's know telling how the other two will do with their tasks."

Blaine was honestly impressed. "You can do it Kurt. I'm right here." Kurt stood tall, still a bit shakey and blindfold still on. Blaine stepped aside for a moment. Will nodded to the knife thrower. And then the man just walked right up to the door, took the knife, and slammed it into the wood beside Kurt's head. Kurt let out a yelp and jumped. "It's okay Kurt," Blaine said, relieved the man hasn't actually thrown the knife.

He helped Kurt off with the blindfold and the first thing the pale man did was throw himself into Blaine's arms. Blaine hugged him tightly. "Blaine…" Kurt whispered, burying his face in the crook of the other man's neck. Blaine just held him close.

"I'm so proud of you Kurt," he whispered, dropping a gentle kiss to the older man's temple. "All you had to do was trust me."

"I would trust you with my life Blaine." Blaine was incredibly touched by those words.

"And I you," he replied. Kurt pulled away enough so that he could kiss him chastely. Blaine smiles into the kiss.

"I love you too," Kurt whispered and Blaine felt his heart swell a thousand times. At that moment, he decided he didn't care if he won the money. As long as he could keep Kurt after it was all over, he would consider himself a winner.

"Congratulations Kurt. If you go ahead and return to the hotel courtyard. We'll see you there later," Will said. Kurt nodded and kissed Blaine again before heading off. "Blaine, you and I will go collect Mercedes now."

Blaine nodded and followed Will back to the rooftop, his mind still thinking about what had just happened with Kurt. Will had taken back the blindfold that Kurt had been wearing over his eyes and he had it in his hand.

"Mercedes," he said as they approached the other two. The girl looked over and noted the look on Blaine's face.

"Is Kurt all right?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

"He's fine," Will replied. "I need you to tie this blindfold over your eyes and come with us." Mercedes looked unconvinced but did as he instructed. Blaine took a hold of her arm like he had done with Kurt.

They walked down to a more beachlike area where two separate beds of coal were laid out. One was set ablaze and the other was dry and not burning at all.

"Okay, Mercedes, I'm going to need you to take your shoes and socks off," Blaine said.

"O-kay," she replied suspiciously. Blaine helped her sit so that she could go about taking them off.

"Here's the deal Mercedes. In order to win money for the pot, two of the three of you have to complete your tasks," Will said. "You have no way of knowing whether or not Kurt completed his until you meet with him again in the hotel courtyard." She was listening intently. "So you have two options. Either you can pass on what you are to do and hope Kurt completed his task - in which case whether you get the money would rely on Fonn to complete his task - or you can play it safe and go through with the task in case Kurt didn't complete his."

Mercedes seemed to be thinking about it for a moment. She really hasn't done anything of risk the entire game. That was probably one thing that got most people thinking she was the mole. But that was a good thing right? The girl decided as good as it was, she had applied for this to have an adventure and not doing any of the extreme things wasn't really being adventurous.

"What am I to do?" she asked as she allowed Blaine to help her to her feet. He walked her over to stand in front of the dry coals.

Blaine decided not to tell her exactly because she could opt out if she knew what she as doing. This was based on trust. "Okay, I want you to draw a deep breath, Mercedes," he said. "Just follow everything I tell you to do and you'll be fine." He had a hold of one of her hands. "On the count of three, I want you to jog forward with me, okay?"

"Okay," she said, not even sure what the heck she was doing. Her ears picked up a crackling and popping sound and she detected a warmer breeze, but she didn't know what any of it meant.

"One…two…three!" He started jogging forward and Mercedes ran with him. "Go, go, go, go, go!" he encouraged. She let out a bit of a scream as she felt the coals under her feet, increasing her speed. "Yay! You did it!" Blaine said as they reached the end of the bed of coals. "Take off the blindfold and turn around." Mercedes did and noticed the two separate beds of coals, the one to her right set ablaze. "Guess which one you did?" he went on with a smile. Mercedes just hugged him.

"Congratulations Mercedes. You may return to the hotel courtyard," Will said. As she headed off toward the hotel, he turned back to Blaine. "Well done. You've managed to get two of them to successfully complete their tasks. Twenty thousand dollars will be added to the pot, bringing the total up to one hundred and eighty-one thousand dollars."

"Yes!" Blaine cheered. He clapped his hands happily.

"Want to go for three for three?"

"Let's do it!"

"Let's go get Finn," Will said. Blaine once again followed him back to the rooftop. It was starting to get dark and Finn was looking anxious. "Finn, if you'll the blindfold over your eyes and come with us." As with Kurt and Mercedes, Blaine took Finn's arm to this him.

This time, Will lead them to a bridge with a small step ladder folded over the railing and onto a small narrow board that was sticking out over the revine. There was a man there with harness equipment.

"Okay Finn, listen to me," Blaine said as the man started to harness Finn up. "You can do this."

"What is this?" Finn asked. "And can I please take the blindfold off?"

Blaine shook his head before realizing Finn couldn't see him. "No Finn. That's why it's about trust. You have to trust me."

"Did Kurt and Mercedes trust you?"

"I can't tell you that Finn," Blaine said, knowing he was not allowed to disclose whether or not Kurt and Mercedes had both completed their tasks.

"Finn, whether you win money for this game rides on you. If only one of them completed their task and you don't, you earn nothing," Will told him. "Likewise, if neither of them completed their task and you do, you still earn nothing. If both of them cometed their task and you also do, I'll add thirty thousand dollars to the pot. If both of them completed their task and you don't you get twenty thousand dollars. The issue is that you have no idea how either Kurt or Mercedes did. The choice is yours."

Back in the hotel courtyard, Mercedes was just arriving, finding Kurt with a glass of wine, trying to calm himself down.

"Hi boo," the girl said. Kurt looked up. "How'd you do?"

"I had to stand in front of a wooden door and have a man throw a knife at my head." Mercedes stared at him wide-eyed. "To be honest, I freaked out at first, fainted even, but I wanted to do it."

"Even after fainting?" she asked, slightly surprised. He nodded.

"Turns out, he didn't actually throw it. He just walked up and slammed it into the door beside my head but I'm proud of myself for going through with it anyway."

Mercedes nodded. "That's why we're meant to trust Blaine," she said. "He would never put us in real danger."

"How about you?" Kurt asked. "How did you do?"

She smiled. "I had to walk barefoot over hot coals. Of course it turned out the coals I was actually walking on weren't really on fire." It was Kurt's turn to nod.

"Gues that means we won some money. How do you think Finn will do?" he asked.

Mercedes shook her head. "Don't know. I can't imagine the pressure he's under going last."

"Me either," Kurt agreed.

Atthe bridge, Blaine was coaxing Finn up the ladder. "Now swing your leg carefully over the railing and place it in the first rung on the other side," he said. Finn was finding this incredibly hard to maneuver, what with being so tall and blindfolded.

"I don't feel a rung," he said, swinging his foot freely in the air until it caught something. "Oh, there it is."

Blaine let out a breath as Finn placed his foot on the rung. "Carefully climb down the other side of the ladder and be very careful stepping off the last rung. The space there is just a bit wider than wide enough for you to fit in it."

Well, these words didn't exactly make Finn very comfortable. He was clumsy by nature. One slip up…

Finn drew a breath as he cautiously stepped down onto the board. "Okay, now what?"

"All right Finn, I want you to very very slowly start to turn around so that you're facing the other way." Finn bit his lip and started to inch his feet so he was turning his body around, not having any idea how far he needed to turn because he couldn't see. "That's it, a little more," Blaine said a few seconds later. "And stop," he went on. Finn did.

"Dude, I'm really not liking this at all," he commented, drawing a breath and sticking his arms out to his sides on an impulse. Blaine had said the space wasn't that wide and he needed the balance or he would fall.

"You're doing great Finn!" he heard Blaine's voice encourage him. "Now, I need you to start shuffling your feet forward very slowly. Keep your arms out to your sides if it helps."

Finn swallowed but did as he was told. Carefully, he made his way forward on the narrow board, shuffling one small step forward at a time. It was agonizingly slow.

"Almost there Finn," Blaine finally said. "Just a little more. And…stop!" Finn stopped dead in his tracks. "I'm going to need you to turn around again Finn."

Careful as could be, as he had never been before, Finn slowly started to turn around a second time.

"That's it, good, good," came Blaine's voice. The curly haired man was focused on Finn's position on the end of the board. "Little bit more. There. Okay, now start shuffling your way forward again, just like before Finn."

Another breath and Finn began shuffling forward once more. "Please tell me I'm almost done with this dude. I'm creaking out."

"You're okay Finn. You're doing very well," Blaine replied. "Okay stop." Finn did. "Lift one foot up and place it on the bottom rung of the ladder," he instructed, watching Finn's foot fumbling for the rung. It finally found it. "Climb up." Finn climbed the short ladder. "Now swing your leg over the railing like before and find the top rung on the other side."

This time, Finn managed to swing his leg over with more grace than before. He found the rung easily and brought his other leg over.

"Now all you have to do is climb down the ladder," Blaine said.

"That's it?"

"That's it." Finn let out a relieved breath as he climbed down the ladder and stepped off. The man started helping him out of the equpiment and he took the blindfold off.

"Well done Finn," Will said. "Shall we head back to the hotel and find out how the others did?" They nodded. Will began leading them both back to the hotel.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried as soon as they came into view of the hotel courtyard. He jumped up from his seat and ran straight into Blaine's arms. "Oh Blaine," he moaned happily, hugging the man. Blaine smiled and kissed his temple.

"Hey," he said when Kurt finally released him.

"Hey," Kurt replied, smiling and taking both hands in his own.

Will cleared his throat and the two of them looked up. "Well, Kurt, what was your task?" he asked.

"I had to stand in front of a wooden door and have someone throw a knife at my head," he replied. Blaine squeezed his hands.

"Were you successful?" Will asked. Kurt couldn't help but beam proudly.

"Yes," he said.

Will nodded. "One of three. Mercedes, what was your task?"

"I had to walk barefoot on a bed of hot coals," she said, grinning.

"Were you successful?"

"Yes."

Again, Will nodded. "Two of three. Twenty thousand dollars goes into the pot." They all whooped and cheered. "Finn, what was your task?"

The tall man furrowed his brow. "I had to walk a small narrow board protruding from a bridge. I guess essentially like walking the plank," he said, shrugging. Blaine laughed lightly, causing Kurt to smile.

"Were you successful?" Will asked.

"Yes," Finn replied, smiling.

Will nodded once more. "Well done. That means thirty thousand dollars goes into the pot because all three of you completed your tasks." They all cheered. "That brings your pot total to one hundred and ninety-one thousand dollars! There's still three games left to play and more money left to win. Someone tomorrow will have the chance to earn that last exemption. Have a pleasant night players."

Well, it's not exactly easy to sabotage a game you knew nothing about, thought the mole.