When Blaine finally caught up to Kurt, it was to find him lying on the bed in his room, curled in a ball. He had left the door open a crack so Blaine just slipped in. He watched the man with a sad expression on his face for a moment before slowly crossing the room and lying down behind him, wrapping the taller man in his arms.

"Why don't they get it Blaine? Why do they think every little incident means I'm lying?" Kurt's voice was choked with sobs.

"Oh honey," Blaine soothed, placing a gentle kiss to the back of Kurt's neck. "They're just too into the game to take into account that not everything is an act." He began peppering the back of Kurt's neck with butterfly kisses. Kurt shuddered and turned around in his arms.

"You believe me, don't you Blaine?" he whispered.

"Oh sweetheart, of course I do," Blaine replied. He pressed a soft and sweet kiss to Kurt's lips. It was passionate and slow and romantic. Until Kurt deepened it, his tongue flicking out to caress Blaine's bottom lip. The younger man moan and obliged, allowing Kurt's tongue to enter his mouth. The sensation of Kurt's tongue on his was like none Blaine had ever felt before. It was amazing. He could hardly believe this beautiful man was exploring his mouth hungrily with his tongue.

Blaine's hand snakes down Kurt's body and slid its way easily up under his shirt. Kurt gasp and arched his back up off the bed, craving Blaine's touch.

"Kurt..." Blaine whispered against his lips, rolling them so that he was lying on top of Kurt. His lips traced the pale man's jawline and down his neck, softly nipping and suckling at the tender skin there. Kurt's arms unwound themselves from Blaine's neck. And his hands moved up to grip into his hair. Blaine moaned.

"Blaine..." Kurt gasped out as Blaine started trailing featherlight kisses down his chest. The hand he had up Kurt's shirt, grazed the soft skin with his fingernails lightly and Kurt let out a breathy moan. "Blaine..." He breathed again.

Kurt shifted uncomfortably in his pants. His growing arousal was putting a strain and pressure on his zipper. He threw his head back and tugged roughly on Blaine's curls. Blaine let out a growl. Kurt would be damned if that wasn't the sexiest sound he had ever heard in his life. God he needed him. He needed Blaine. He wanted all of him.

"Blaine, taste me, please!" he whined and Blaine broke from his kissing trail to stare up at him, wide eyed. Kurt just gave him a shy smile and nodded his head to the unanswered question.

Blaine's hands found their way to Kurt's pants and made quick work of the button and zipper. He yanked them down and Kurt sighed at the relieved pressure but the strain of the bulge in his boxers wasn't much better. Blaine ran a hand over Kurt's erection, sending chills through the pale man's body, even with the touch over the fabric of his boxers.

Hazel eyes met glasz as though asking for silent permission. Kurt nodded again. "Blaine please," he said breathlessly. In one swift motion, Blaine had pulled Kurt's boxers down and sprang his erection free.

A gasp left Kurt's mouth as he felt a rush of cool air hit his cock. He bit his lip shyly and glanced down at Blaine who was marveling at the beautiful pale organ he had just given air to.

"Please," Kurt managed to get out again. Blaine seemed to snap out of his moment of awe and ducked his head. His tongue poked out of his mouth and licked gently at the pre-cum already leaking out of the tip of Kurt's cock. The sensation sent chills through Kurt's body and he let out a long low moan.

Motivated by the moan from Kurt's mouth, Blaine swirled his tongue a few times around the head of his cock, causing Kurt to fist his hands in the comforter. His eyes shut and he bucked his hips up, trying to feel more of Blaine's mouth around him. Blaine reached up a hand to hold Kurt's hips down. He was going to do this right.

Slowly, he moved from circling the head to licking a long slow stripe up the shaft of Kurt's cock. This elicited another delicious moan from Kurt and the pale man tried to buck his hips again. "Blaine..." Kurt moaned and just the sound of that was nearly enough to make Blaine come in his jeans. It was too damn hot.

But Blaine was getting just as anxious and after licking a few more slow stripes along the shaft, he wrapped his mouth around the head, suckling at the tip for a moment before taking Kurt fully in his mouth. The moan that came from Kurt was the loudest yet and Blaine became aware that Kurt was probably a screamer. That only turned him on more. Let him scream.

"More...Blaine taste me..." Kurt moaned breathlessly. Blaine was only too happy to oblige, sinking his mouth down over Kurt's cock and sucking off the head every time he came back up. He slid his teeth along the underside of the shaft, causing Kurt's body to shudder with pleasure. "Blaine, I'm so close," Kurt moaned, his hands finding their way back into Blaine's hair. He pushed gently on Blaine's head, indicatin what he wanted. Blaine understood and in the next second, deep throated him expertly.

The fact that Blaine did not seem to have a gag reflex drove Kurt over the edge and he came hard down Blaine's throat, eyes screwing shut, body arching up off the bed, letting out a scream of Blaine's name and it was so hot, Blaine found himself letting go as he came in his pants, moaning Kurt's name around the other man's cock, which was still in his mouth.

When they were both spent, Blaine pulled his mouth off of Kurt's softening cock with a pop. He swallowed down the remaining cum and licked his lips, climbing back up Kurt's body and kissing him deeply. Kurt moaned at the taste of himself. It was too damn hot and he was almost ready to get hard again.

Reluctantly, Blaine pulled back and tucked Kurt back into his boxers and pants before kissing him again.

"I'm going to go get cleaned up. I'll see you at dinner." He punctuated his words with more kisses before he got up and headed for the door.

"Blaine?" Kurt said in a shy voice. Blaine turned back to look at him. "I...Thank you." It was clear that Kurt had been about to say something else but seemed to lose his nerve. Blaine didn't press him for it.

"You're welcome honey," he said instead before turning and walking out of the room.

So the drama has begun. Tension is in the air all around us and I'm pretty sure it's getting to the point where no one is trusting anyone else. We're down to five and it's every man for himself. So far, it looks like I'm on point with my next target. We'll see how they fair at the execution tomorrow night. Then, there will be one more obstacle before the final three. I have an idea who I want in the finale with me. Just playing the game to my advantage for that to happen will be a challenge.

-The Mole

That evening found the players all gathered in the center of an old abandoned fort. Will was standing in front of them. Kurt was next to Blaine, his hand holding his tightly. He didn't care about the cameras anymore. After the events earlier in the day, he didn't feel like he could trust anyone but Blaine and he had been clinging to the younger man all day. Not that Blaine minded.

"Good evening players." Will smiled around at them all. He merely got a bunch of nods in reply. "Your next game will begin tonight rather than tomorrow as it has the potential to last the entire night. I hope you're wide awake."

Santana scoffed. "You lied to us. You said we'd have the rest of the day to ourselves," she said angrily.

"And you did. But because the execution is tomorrow, this particular game, being an overnight game, has to take place tonight."

The players all glanced at each other curiously.

"Beside me, you'll notice a large glass bowl." They looked next to him where a glass bowl filled with some kind of green liquid stood on a tripod stand. "Your challenge is to protect this glass bowl from sundown to sun up. At some point during the night, the fort will be attacked. The attackers will be aiming to get to the glass bowl and knock it over. You will be armed with these," he said, lifting a paintball gun. "The attackers will be unarmed. There are five areas of the fort to be guarded. The safety box at the back, the side entrance, the front entrance, the look out on the top, and here in the center. You will have a few hours to strategize and decide who will be posted where. If you can successfully keep the bowl safe from sundown to sun up, I will give you twenty thousand dollars. Good luck."

Will walked off, leaving the five of them to work out their strategy for the game. Each of them armed with a paint gun, they used their few hours time wisely. And by the time they were meant to begin the challenge, they had a clear idea of what they were going to do and who was going where.

Mercedes took her place as the lookout at the top. Santana was guarding the safety box. Finn had the side entrance. Blaine was on the front entrance and despite his protests not to be there, Kurt was in the center.

Night was beginning to fall over them as the sun sank lower and still the waited, not at all sure when the first attack would come. Santana studied her nails, somewhat bored with no progress.

It was well into the night before Mercedes made contact through her walkie talkie. "Heads up guys, I can see movement in the brush," she said.

"Okay, get ready!" Blaine said. He heard a sound off to his left and turned to see a motor vehicle making its way toward them. Raising his paint gun, Blaine rapid fired at the vehicle, finding himself caught up in the distraction of holding it off.

Santana noticed movement in the brush at the back and stood in front of the safety box, raising her paint gun. Kurt stayed where he was, protective mass over his face and paint gun resting down in front of him.

"Finn! Behind you!" Mercedes called. The tall man spun around, shooting off paintballs wildly. "No! Creeping along the building! Come on Finn! He's in plain sight! He's making his way to the back side entrance!" Finn started pacing up and down the wall, clearly not seeing anyone. Unfortunately, his eyes were staring right at the place where the attacker crouched against the wall and he still didn't seem to be seeing him. "Finn! He's right there!"

"Shut up you fat bitch!" Finn shouted in frustrated, immediately regretting the words. This is what he got for speaking without thinking. He clapped a hand to his mouth and Mercedes just stared down at him from her perch at the top. "I...I'm sorry Mercedes! I didn't mean that!" he called up. She nodded slowly but he could tell she was still incredibly hurt.

The attacker used the exchange to swiftly make his way along the side wall to the entrance at the back.

Meanwhile, Blaine had vacated his post at the front to advance on the vehicle, pelting paintballs at its windows. The two attackers inside the vehicle jumped from it and started running off in the opposite direction. Blaine abandoned his attack on the vehicle and ran after the attackers instead, still firing paintballs.

Santana had begun to open fire at the movement in the bush. "I need some help back here!" Finn came round the bend looking wildly around. "Not you man boobs! With that attacker sneaking along the side wall, your position is crucial!"

At that moment, Blaine chased the two attackers from the vehicle into view and suddenly, he, Finn, and Santana were all firing at them, leaving the front and side entrances completely unguarded.

This played to the advantage of the attacker on the side wall. He stood up and walked casually to the side entrance, climbing through and Kurt didn't see him until the guy had already casually ran past him.

Kurt raised the paint gun and quickly fired two shots, which were both way off the mark and hit the far wall. He felt himself panic as he tried a third but that was off too and the next thing he knew, the glass bowl was sent crashing to the ground. The challenge was over. They had failed. And it wasn't even three in the morning yet.

Will returned the next morning to assess the damage. The players gathered once more in the center of the fort, looking defeated. Mercedes kept her distance from Finn, still hurting from the comment he'd spit at her. Kurt was clutching Blaine's hand again as he stared down at the ground. This was his fault they failed.

"Seeing as the glass bowl has been broken, I'm assuming you were not successful in your challenge," Will said.

"Sorry I let everyone down," Kurt said. It was Santana that replied, her words surprising him, especially after the chili fiasco the day before.

"You didn't let everyone down Kurt. Finn did. If he had just taken out the attacker when the guy was right in front of his face," she said, glaring at the tall man. "He never would have made it to you."

Finn glared right back. "Oh right, blame me! Don't even pay attention to the fact that Kurt's a lousy shot!" he snapped, pointing to the three paintball stains on the wall that were far to the side of the position of the bowl. "Who's to say he didn't miss on purpose? No one shoots that poorly!"

"Lay off!" Blaine snapped. Kurt had buried his face in Blaine's neck, ready to cry. He was crying. He felt so bad. Tension was getting the best of all the players and it was clear they were all ready for the game to just be over. For one of them, tonight it would be.

"I'm sorry," Kurt choked out. "I've never been paintballing before. I've never even fired a watergun before." Blaine tried his best to sooth him.

"It's okay Kurt. It's okay."

Not going to lie. I'm about as ready for this game to be over as everyone else. I do like a lot of these people and there is definitely guilt for betraying them all. I just hope we can be friends afterward, thought the mole.

"Well, despite whose fault it is, you were not successful in completing the challenge. Twenty thousand dollars goes to the mole. You have the rest of the day to reflect on the game and take down any new observations. I'll see you all at the execution dinner tonight."

The players headed back to the hotel in foul moods and ready to jump down each ofher's throats. Kurt was still in tears. Blaine did his best to comfort him. He didn't like seeing Kurt so upset. And for the older man, it had been a particularly rough two days. Maybe it would be a good thing if Kurt ended up going home tonight. With Mercedes having an exemption, the rest of them had a one in four chance of being eliminated.

"A toast to all of you and to whomever leaves us tonight," Will said, raising his glass as usual that night at the execution dinner. The players copied him only half-heartedly. He tried to give them all reassuring smiles but it was clear they were all at a breaking point and ready to be done. "Tonight you face your sixth execution. Mercedes you have an exemption and therefore are guaranteed a spot in the final four." She smiled gently.

"Whatever," Finn quipped. "I'm just ready to be done with all this." There were a few nods around the table.

"I honestly think the only one of us who still has their head screwed on straight is Blaine," Santana said, throwing a suspicious look in his direction. She still had him at the top of her suspect list. "And surely, only the mole would be so calm."

Blaine threw her a look. He was sitting next to Kurt, one hand resting reassuringly on the other man's thigh. Kurt was quiet. He still felt guilty and he wasn't really very hungry either. He only sat there pushing the food around on his plate.

"Well, good luck on the quiz tonight," Will said. "I'll see you all back at the fort for the execution."

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

Question one: Which mouse did the mole pick in the chili pepper game?

Question two: Which chili did the mole have to eat in the chili pepper game?

Question three: Did the mole successfully consume their chili in the chili pepper game?

Question four: In what order did the mole go in the chili pepper game?

Question five: Where was the mole positioned in the fort attack game?

Question six: Did the mole leave their post in the fort attack game?

Question seven: Did the mole fire their paintball gun in the fort attack game?

Question eight: In what order did the mole have to face an attacker in the fort attack game?

Question nine: What does the mole do for a living?

Question ten: Who is the mole?

Results were in and the person meant to go home was locked.

The players filed back into the fort and took their seats. Their bags were all packed and ready to go. Will sat at a table with a laptop in front of him. The TV with the mole thumbprint logo was behind him.

"Good evening. Welcome to your sixth 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 sixth victim. You will have to take your bag and leave the game immediately. Mercedes, you earned an exemption and cannot be executed tonight. Would anyone like to go first?" There was a moment before Kurt raised his hand. "Kurt."

Blaine kept a hold of Kurt's hand as Will typed his name into the computer and hit enter. A part of him was hoping Kurt would go home just so he wouldn't have to deal with all this pressure anymore. Truth be told, he thought it was getting to him. The screen flashed green and Kurt buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, visibly shaken. Blaine just held him.

"Finn."

The tall man drew a breath and nodded as Will typed his name in and hit the enter key. Tension was thick, even more so what with the number of players dwindling so low. The screen flashed green. Finn let out a breath and Kurt visibly tensed. If Blaine got eliminated, he didn't think he would make it through the rest of the game.

"There are only two people left. Blaine and Santana," Will said. "One of you stays to play another day. The other will go home. Either of you want to go first?" Neither of them said anything. "Fair enough. Blaine."

Blaine could feel Kurt shaking uncontrollably next to him. He was clutching his hand so tightly, he was cutting of the circulation. But Blaine didn't care as Will typed his name in and hit the enter key. The silence was deafening. You could feel the tension sweeping through the players like a harsh wind. And then...the screen flashed green. Kurt let out the most shaky cry of relief as he clung to Blaine who did his best to sooth him.

"Santana?" Will questioned.

"Just do it," the Latina said.

Will typed her name into the computer and hit enter. Though everyone knew what the result would be, it was still quite tense. She kept her eyes locked on the screen as they all waited.

It flashed red.

"Santana, grab your bag and come with me." Santana followed Will as he stood up and lead her out of the fort to the waiting car. "It's been a pleasure having you here Santana. Any last words?"

She sighed. "I guess I was on the wrong track all along but maybe not. I mean I got this far with prime suspect right? Mainly, I was just ready to go home so I might have been less caring of my answers tonight."

"Well best of luck to you. We'll see you at the finale," Will replied as he opened the car door for her. Santana climbed in. "Good-bye Santana," Will said. She waved as the car drove off.

Target objective achieved. One more to go before the finale and it's a tough decision on who to take out because I like all three of them.