That night found Blaine once more in Kurt's room. Kurt was curled up to him with his head on his chest and they were laying there in silence. They both knew that they had to talk about what happened. But Blaine didn't know how to approach the subject. He finally started with something simple.

"I'm so sorry Kurt." Kurt look up at him for a moment before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I forgive you Blaine," he replied. "You're not the one who should be sorry. I should have told you these things in the first place." Blaine stroked his hand lightly up and down Kurt's arms.

"You're not obligated to tell me anything sweetie," he said.

Kurt shook his head and sat up. Blaine followed suit. Kurt took his hands in his and squeezed them tightly.

"If we're going to be in this relationship, I think we need a full honesty disclosure Blaine." Blaine inclined his head to one side and slid one of his hands from Kurt's so he could rest it on the pale man's cheek.

"I agree but, not until the game is over." Kurt giggled. Blaine did have a point. Full honesty disclosure now would mean that if one of them was the mole, they'd have to break rules and tell the other directly. And that could be trouble. Would the mole do that just to get someone they really wanted to the finale? It had never been done before but neither of them would take that chance, if they were faced with that situation.

"Okay, agreed," Kurt said with a nod. "Can I still tell you way I freaked out so badly?" he asked softly.

Blaine caressed his cheek with the hand he had resting on it and Kurt leaned into the touch. "Of course you can baby," Blaine replied. Kurt's breath hitched at the term of endearment. How did he deserve this perfect man?

"Okay. Well, when I was in high school, there were these Neanderthals whose life mission was to make mine a living hell," Kurt started and he could see Blaine's face reflect recognition and understanding and his eyes darkened just a bit. "One night, after a school dance, they cornered me as I was walking to my car," Kurt went on. He was starting to shake and Blaine pulled him into his arms, trying to comfort him the best that he could. "The leader, Karofsky, well, he had a knife. Two of his fellows grabbed me and carried me to a wall where they slammed me hard up against it and held me there." Blaine felt the need to punch some of theses assholes already and it was past and done, whatever had happened.

"Go on," he said quietly when he realized Kurt had lapsed into silence. He pulled him closer and tightened his arms around him protectively. Kurt was clinging to him for dear life.

""He said he was going to do to me the same kind if thing Hanry Bowers planned to do to Ben Hanscom in IT. Except instead of his name, he was going to carve the word 'fag' into me." Blaine's eyes went wide.

"What the hell?" he spat. Kurt looked up at him. "Oh I'm sorry Kurt." Blaine took a few deep breaths to try and control his anger. He kissed the top of Kurt's head.

Kurt swallowed. "One of his minions lifted up my shirt to expose my stomach and Karofsky was dragging the blade across it, kind of caressing my skin with it but not hard enough to cut yet. He had just pressed the tip of the knife to my stomach with enough pressure that it nicked me when a shout from the cheerleading coach had them all retracting quickly. But Karofsky told me he wasn't done with me and harshly stabbed the knife into the wall mere inches from my head before walking off. I had never been so scared in my life."

Blaine didn't say anything but Kurt didn't need him to. The curly haired man just held him closer, rocking Kurt back and forth and trying to provide all the comfort he could. Had he known about all this before, he definitely would not have chosen Kurt for the knife throwing test. He felt guilty. All he could do now was be there for Kurt.

"I'm all right," Kurt finally whispered. He lifted his head and met Blaine's lips with a sweet kiss. Blaine smiled into it. "Thank you."

"You have nothing to thank me for Kurt," Blaine said back, cuddling him close.

"Thank you for loving me," came Kurt's quiet and sleepy reply as he drifted off to sleep in Blaine's protective embrace.

It is the morning of the final execution before the finale. I can feel the taste of victory in my mouth and the home stretch is right around the corner. I am so ready for this to be over. Betraying so many awesome people is just so hard. I have a new drive today, knowing that we're almost to that finish line.

-The Mole

Yawns were heard around the breakfast table as the knew day dawned. Blaine's back was feeling the strain of sleeping sitting up because Kurt had stayed curled into his arms all night. But he refused to complain. He'd had Kurt in his arms all night again. That was worth a sore back any day.

"Not much sleep?" Will asked, giving the players an amused look. Mercedes actually frowned.

"I was up half the night revising my notes," she said. "I would hate to go home tonight because it would make my free ride seem like a waste." She shook her head. Finn nodded.

"I think it would be devastating to go home tonight, knowing that you're so close to that crucial moment of winning the money and it's taken just out of your reach." He looked down at the table.

Kurt finished chewing the bit of omelet in his mouth and nodded his head. "Whomever gets that final exemption is a very lucky person," he said.

Will looked up at him from his water glass. "Kurt, you mentioned the word exemption. That means you will have a chance to earn the final exemption." The players looked surprised.

"Wait, what?" Mercedes asked confused. "Not that I'm trying to be mean about it, but why does he get the chance?"

"The chance to earn the exemption was to go to the first person who said the word," Will said.

Mercedes frowned. "Why did I have to say free ride?" She moaned heavily and dropped her head on the table.

Finn awkwardly patted Mercedes on the back and Will have her a slightly sympathetic look. He turned to look at Kurt who was seemingly stunned. Should he give up his chance at an exemption? He hadn't had one since the first execution of the game and making it into the final three was crucial. But then he really worried that if he survived tonight's execution, Blaine would go home and Kurt just didn't think he could handle the last part of the competition without him.

I knew about that but as the mole, I don't really need an exemption so if I had gotten the chance to earn one, I might have passed it up. On the other hand, giving it up would draw suspicion to me and I've done pretty well throwing them all off so far I think. You my pale friend have a tough decision. Glad you're making it and not me, thought the mole.

"I accept the chance at the exemption," Kurt finally said. A part of him hoped that he wouldn't be successful just so that he and Blaine would be on the same chopping block of nerves that night. But he figured he may as well give it a fair shot.

Will nodded. Very well, Kurt you will be in charge of opening the safe in which your twenty thousand dollar prize is locked. Blaine, Finn, and Mercedes, you will be repelling a wall to read clues that will ultimately give you the combination to the lock on the safe. Your job is to transmit the numerical answers to Kurt when you reach the ground. If you'll all follow me."

He got up and lead them out of the hotel. They piled into a can and were driven to a dam, where Will lead them over to the edge. Glancing over the side, they noticed a locked safe on an inner bridge platform down at the bottom. Along the wall were three colored flags. Blue, yellow, and red. Each was a more difficult distance from where the center line repel was and at different heights along the wall. The flags marked squares with clues on them.

"The clues color coordinate with the lock so you know which answer goes where. Kurt will have a walkit talkie. I will be down at the bottom. Once you reach the bottom, give me your answer and I will pass it on to Kurt who will place it in the lock. If you manage to get the correct combination, you will win twenty thousand dollars. One of the clues is a double digit. Kurt, first we have to get you down to the safe."

Kirt was looking over the edge of the dam. "And how do you propose I get there?" he asked.

"by repelling," Will replied. "Face down."

The pale man's eyes went wide and he shrugged. "Okay, let's do it."

Easy sabotage. I just have to get one number in the code wrong on my end but that would be too easy. New plan, throw them off my trail by doing the opposite of what the mole might do, the mole thought.

The man that was there to help them hooked Kurt up to the repel equipment and he was carefully lowered over the edge with his eyes staring down at the ground. This was not exactly the most brilliant position he could ask for. He was scared stiff but drew a few deep breaths and grabbed Blaine's hand to squeeze it.

"You can do this Kurt," Blaine said, smiling at him. Kurt threw him a smile in return and turned his gaze back on the safe at the bottom of the dam on the inner bridge.

Some more deep breaths and the twenty-four year old began inching his way down the wall very carefully. One step at a time, easy does it. He continued to breathe in feel breaths, making his way down the wall. Until finally, he found himself on the inner bridge. Cheering and clappin from his peers told him they were congratulating him. Will was already standing at the bottom of the dam and Kurt wondered how he had gotten there so fast.

"Kurt," came Will's voice through the walkie talkie. Kurt finished unstrapping himself and pulled his walkie talkie out. "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear Will," Kurt replied.

"Listen up. I told you that you would have a chance to earn the final exemption of the game. Here is what you need to do. To earn the exemption, you must betray the team and purposefully get the code wrong, costing the group twenty thousand dollars." Kurt sat in silence for a few moments.

"Let me get this straight, get the code wrong on purpose, earn the exemption?"

"That's right," Will said. "It's up to you what you decide to do Kurt. Looks like Mercedes is ready to go," he went on, looking up at the top of the dam.

Kurt glanced up, seeing Mercedes Nervously hangin over the side of the dam. Luckily for her, she didn't have to do it face down. She got to repel the normal way. "You can do it Mercedes!" Kurt shouted.

She threw him a weak smile and looked back toward Blaine and Finn.

"Now remember," Blaine said. "You go for the easiest one. The red clue down near the bottom that's nearly right on the repel line. I'll take the blue one in the middle of the climb that's a few feet out and Finn will get the clue at the top that's a massive swing to the right." Mercedes nodded before taking a breath and carefully starting on her repel down the wall.

The line jerked just a bit and she let out a scream. "Are you sure this thing will hold me?" she yelled back up.

The man nodded. "Don't worry, all lines are specially made for certain heights and weights," he said. She cringed a little bit at the fact that her weight might be pulling her down just a bit.

It took her a slow and agonizing repel because she was pretty stiff but she finally made it near the bottom and kicked off the wall to swing to the left just a bit to read the clue. 

"The number of eggs in a baker's dozen minus the number of strikes in bowling needed to make a turkey," she read off quickly as she swang back and forth a bit before repelling the last few feet to the ground.

"All right Mercedes?" Will asked as he helped her out of the equipment. She nodded.

"Eggs in a baker's dozen is thirteen, minus the number of strikes in bowling to make a turkey, which is three. So that's thirteen minus three. That's ten," she thought quickly, clearly good at math and having been bowling before. "Ten is the red number," she told Will.

"Are you sure?" She nodded and Will lifted the walkie talkie. "Okay Kurt, the red clue is ten," he said.

"Ten?" Kurt said, meaning to confirm.

"Yes," Will replied.

Kurt bent down at the lock. He thought about what Will had told him. But he inserted the ten anyway. Though there was no way of knowing if that was right. He supposed that in order for it to count, he would have to pretend he did hear a number Will said wrong.

Up at the top of the dam, Blaine was hanging out over the edge. His eyes landed on the blue clue, halfway down the dam wall and a number of feet out to the right of him. His hands gripped the repel line as he calculated the drop.

Licking his lips, he gave Finn one last fleeting smile and worked his way down the wall. His eyes staying focused on that blue clue, he came to a half about halfway down. Drawing a breath, he tightened his grip on the line and kicked his feet off the wall sideways to start himself swinging. And then he started to run sideways along the wall to strengthen the force of the swing.

"Almost there," he muttered through the exertion caused by his efforts. He caught a glimpse of part of the clue. "The number of pins," he read before he swung back and pushed himself forward again. "In a bowling lane minus," and he swung back again. His breathing increased as he strived to reach the clue well enough to read the rest. "The number of points," and he swung much more. "Scored in a toouchdown." He swung back to the middle of the wall and started repelling the rest of the way down, repeating the clue. "The number of pins in a bowling lane minus the number of points scored in a touchdown."

Hitting the ground, Blaine quickly calculated the answer in his head.

"Got an answer for me Blaine?" Will asked.

"Ten minus six. The blue clue is four," he told Will with confidence. Will nodded his head. "Yes I'm sure," Blaine added.

Will lifted the walkie talkie. "Okay Kurt, the blue clue is four, I repeat, the blue clue is four."

"Copy that," Kurt replied. He looked at the lock and looked back at Will and Blaine before he inserted four into the lock in the blue ring. If he was going to get one number wrong on purpose, it wasn't going to be Blaine's clue.

Kurt stood up and gave them a thumbs up, smiling at Blaine who couldn't help but smile back. "You two are certainly smitten with each other," Mercedes commented,shaking her head.

"I already love him," Blaine muttered.

"You better hope for your sake he's not the mole," she replied. Blaine turned and looked at her.

"Do you think he's the mole?" he asked. Mercedes was not high on his suspect list, even after she grew in suspicion over the last few games. But he was not sure he wanted her too close to his prime suspect. If Mercedes started suspecting Kurt and Kurt as indeed the mole, that could put jeopardy on whether or not he won in the finale. And he was going to make it to the finale. Blaine had had one main suspect the entire game though it was not above him to answer questions in some of the other contestants favor. But the point was, he had one main suspect and he was still there. That said something right? Or maybe he was just really lucky.

"Kurt? The mole?" She shook her head slightly. "I don't know. If he is the mole, he's played the game damn well because I highly doubt very many people suspected him." She shrugged. "I guess Kurt would be a good mole if you think about it, one who really knows how to play the game."

Blaine nodded his head. "But if you thought of it that way, than you would be a good mole too. Because you've already thought about playing to throw people off," he commented.

Mercedes tapped her chin in thought. "I guess whatever observation you make can be twisted to point at anyone. No wonder this game is so confusing."

"Exactly," Blaine agreed. He threw Kurt another smile before turning his eyes up at Finn who had just been lowered over the dam wall.

Finn stared down momentarily, tightening his grip on the wire. Blowing out a rush of air, he repelled down only a couple of steps before mimicking Blaine and starting a running swing along the wall to the right. The yellow clue was far out to the side and they had decided since Finn was the biggest, he would have the best chance of exuberating the power needed to reach that clue.

The force of his swinging threatened to repel him down the wall a little further but his feet held his grip. He swang back and forth, widening the arc of his swing as he continued running across the wall.

He was finally able to swing right up to the clue. "The number of players," he read quickly before the line pulled him back. He put in a hustle to quickly swing back. "On a standard baseball team." A sports figure. He could answer that.

With a wide grin, Finn tried to center his repel line but the force of his swinging gave and he flew quickly halfway down the wall, scraping his knees as he tried to slow himself down.

"Finn!" Kurt called out in concern. The tall man cringed a bit at the pain from wall burn marks but he pressed on and finished his repel down the wall.

"You okay Finn?" Will asked as he helped Finn out of the repel equipment when the man reached the bottom of the wall.

"Yeah, just a bit scraped up, but I managed to read the clue."

"And?" Will prompted.

"The answer is nine," Finn said. "Positive."

Will lifted the walkie talkie. "Okay Kurt, your final clue, the yellow clue, is nine."

"Nine?" Kurt repeated.

"That is correct."

Kurt looked at the lock and contemplated his decision. If the clue answers were all in fact correct, than the combination was 4-1-0-9, with the blue clue on top, the red covering the two in the middle, and the yellow on the bottom. He had no way of knowing if the clue answers were correct, without knowing what the clues were.

And then Will was there beside him. How did he get there so fast? Where had he come from? "Okay Kurt, earlier I told you if you deliberately got the code wrong, you would earn an exemption."

"Right but if I take that chance without knowing whether the numbers given to me are the correct answer, I could accidentally get the combination right if not all the answers are correct," Kurt said, giving his head a shake. There was no sure fire way to guarantee he did for the answer wrong without knowing if he had the right combination at his fingertips.

"How are you with sports Kurt?" Will asked him. The pale man shook his head.

"Terrible." Will nodded.

"I was going to say I could give you the clues and you could decide if the answers were right but all of them involve sports." Kurt frowned. "But I will tell you this instead. Four, one, zero, nine is the correct combination to open the lock."

Kurt was stunned. He was not aware that Will was prepared to give him this information. "You know, the mole probably already knows the correct combination," he noted. 

"I don't know Kurt. The information given to the mole is strictly between the mole and the producers. I am just as clueless as you are."

Kurt seemed to think about it for a minute. Was he willing to put his status on the line for an exemption? What would the mole do in this situation? He thought he had an idea. But did he want the others to start suspecting him as the mole? Might be good tactic if he wanted to win because Kurt was pretty sure he knew who the mole was.

Mind made up, he turned around and inserted an eight into the yellow spot. He looked back at Will who nodded. Will turned and walked off. After a moment, Kurt saw him return to the others, whom he noticed had not even realized Will was gone. How daft could they get.

"Okay guys," Will said. He glanced over at Kurt who gave the thumbs up. He lifted the walkie talkie again. "Kurt, do you have all the numbers in properly?"

"Yes I think so," Kurt said, knowing that he didn't but sacrificing twenty thousand dollars was worth it for a chance at the group pot. Twenty thousand dollars was nothing compared to one hundred and ninety-one thousand.

"All right Kurt, let's see you unlock that safe!" Will replied.

Kurt knelt down and tugged on the lock. It didn't budge. He tugged again and stood up, frowning. "It's not opening Will," he said into the walkie talkie. "Four, one, zero, eight, right he asked?"

"Was it eight?" Will asked the others. They shook their heads.

"My answer was ten," Mercedes said. "I'm sure of it."

"I had four," Blaine replied, narrowing his eyes.

"I know my sports and I know the answer was nine, not eight," Finn said. He looked toward Kurt. "I think you need your hearing checked!" he yelled out to him.

"Kurt, why don't you bring the safe on out here." Kurt picked up the safe and carried it around to the ground area where the rest of them were. Finn was looking a bit suspiciously at him. Will indicated for Kurt to set the safe down. He knelt and changed the eight to a nine before tugging on the lock and pulling it open.

The players all groaned. "We had the right answers!" Finn snapped.

"Hoe could you have gotten that wrong?" Mercedes asked cooly.

Will looked at Kurt who was upholding his bitch glare at the two of them. Blaine seemed to be just as angry but not at Kurt. He was angry at Finn and Mercedes.

"Don't jump down his throat because of walkie talkie static!" Blaine snapped, wrapping an arm protectively around Kurt's waist.

"Your boyfriend just lost us twenty thousand dollars genius!" Finn snapped back.

"What's twenty thousand dollars compared to the money in the pot?!" Kurt suddenly retorted. "I don't know about you but I would rather have a hundred and ninety-one thousand dollars than twenty thousand dollars!"

Finn glared at him. "That twenty thousand dollars would have been added to the pot idiot!"

"Don't call Kurt an idiot!" Blaine shouted. He and Finn suddenly got into a shoving match and Kur ended up pulling them apart with surprising brute force.

"For your information Frankenstein," he spat at Finn, causing both Blaine and Mercedes to erupt into giggles. "Will told me if I gave up the twenty thousand dollars and purposefully put in the combination wrong, I would get the exemption. I don't know about you, but I'd say having a free ride to the finals is much more important at this stage in the game than banking twenty grand."

Finn was struck dumb for a moment. He looked at Will. "You told him to betray us for an exemption?" He was surprised that Will would do that.

"Exemptions don't always come easily Finn and this was the last one in the game. Honestly, if it was a toss up between twenty grand you may not have been guaranteed because the combo could have been wrong anyway and an exemption that all you had to do was sacrifice the twenty grand for certain and you would get it, what would you pick?"

Finn looked thoughtful for a moment. It was Mercedes who answered.

"At this stage in the game, I would have done what Kurt did. But if it were earlier, I might have given it up."

Kurt nodded his head. "My point exactly. This is too crucial a stage in the game to throw away an exempt for more money."

"Well than, congratulations Kurt, you've earned the final exemption of the game which means you are guaranteed a spot in the final three. The rest of you, sharpen your minds because you have a two in three chance of making it to the finale. All see you all at the execution dinner tonight."

They all liked back into the awaiting van and headed back off to the hotel.

"A toast to the players and to whomever leaves us tonight." They all toasted though several of them could feel the tension still in the air. "Tonight you face your seventh an final execution. The day after tomorrow, the final three will take their final quiz and we will learn who is the winner, who is the loser, and who is the mole." The four remaining players goaded at each other. No one could trust anyone.

"As far as I'm concerned," Finn said. "You're all on my list tonight." He made it a point to glare at each of them in turn.

"Bring it on Frankenstein!" Kurt spat, obviously still a little bitter about what had happened that day.

"Best of luck to all of you," Will said, trying to stop a potential argument in its tracks. "Kurt, you earned an exemption and cannot be executed tonight. I'll see you all back at the dam."

One by one the players were called in to take the quiz, ten questions about the mole.

Question one: Did the mole complete their task in the trust game?

Question two: Which task did the mole have to complete in the trust game?

Question three: In what order did the mole complete their task in the trust game?

Question four: Who did the mole vote as the person they trusted the most?

Question five: Which clue did the mole answer in the dam repel game?

Question six: Did the mole repel for a clue in the dam repel game?

Question  seven: In what order did the mole repel in the dam repel game?

Question eight: Did the mole earn exemption?

Question nine: When is the mole's birthday?

Question ten: Who is the mole?

Answers locked in for the next to last time, the players found themselves filing into chairs on the dam. Their bags were neatly packed and lined against the wall. Will sat at a table with a laptop in front of him. The TV screen with the logo was standing behind him.

"Good evening. Welcome to your seventh and final execution. The person who scored the lowest on the quiz will be executed. In the event of a tie, the person who answered the questions the slowest will be executed. In a moment, I will begin entering your names into the computer. If the screen turns green, you remain in the game. However, if the screen turns red, you are the mole's seventh victim. You will have to take your bag and leave the game immediately. Kurt, you earned an exemption. Therefore you are guaranteed a spot in the finale and cannot be executed. Would anyone like to go first?" Mercedes raised her hand. "Mercedes."

They all held their breaths as Will typed her name into the computer and typed the enter key. Mercedes had never looked so pale before and that was saying something. Tension was higher than ever now. The screen flashed green. I broad relieved and happy smile crossed Mercedes' face as she realized she had made the final three.

"Finn."

The tall man sucked in a breath sharply as Will typed his name in and hit the enter key. Kurt would be lying if he said he wouldn't be happy to see Finn go. Normally, he liked the man but after the tension of that day, he was seething with him and could not believe how he had gone off. The lot of them were all on edge. They were probably all doing things that they didn't mean by now.

The silence dragged on and then…the screen flashed red.

"Finn, grab your bag and come with me." Will started heading down the dam to a car that waited at the end. Finn picked up his bag, giving the remaining three a sympathetic and apologetic look. It was clear he felt bad. They could make up later. "Finn, we're sorry to see you go. You played a really great game."

"It sucks to know that I came so close only to come up short but I think all the pressure was getting to me," he replied. "I don't usually get like that, what you saw today. Best of luck to the final three."

Will opened the door for him and Finn climbed in. "Good-bye Finn," he said as the car drove off and Finn waved. Will returned to the other three. "Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, you are the final three. Congratulations."

And now the battle begins. Do you know who I am?