In a few short hours, we will be partaking in the final game. I've been notified of a few extra things. I've decided though that there will be no sabotage. It's the final game and I just want to feel like a normal player. I've lost track of how much money is in my mole pot but it doesn't matter to me. I still know who I want to win. If not sabotage happens this game, than everyone will have to ride on what they've collected up until now. But I am just so tired and ready to be done. The largest sum of money yet is at stake for the game. Tonight, I will just play.

-The Mole

The hour was dark. The sun had set and Blaine and Kurt had spent the hours between the knowledge game and the final game with their lips attached to each and hands roaming their bodies, heat radiating off every exposed surface as they moved together. They still had not crossed that bridge yet, the one of lovemaking. Neither felt it wise to go into a challenge with a sore ass and hardly able to walk. They had no idea if they would be needing to move around for the challenge.

Will met them in a field and as the players walked up they noticed the large hedge wall behind him. There were three separate entrances neatly cut and by the light of the two stoned torches placed on either side of each entrance, they could make out a winding path through the entrances.

"Good evening," Will said.

"Good evening," the players replied.

"Welcome to the maze and your final challenge." He turned to indicate the hedge with his hand. "Producers have spent the entire season creating this giant maze for the final challenge. There is one entrance for each of you. There is only one correct path to the center, which each entrance has a path to get to, so in a way there are three paths to the center but you each have to find your way onto the direct path. What awaits you at the center of the maze is fifty thousand dollars and the mole's personal docier."

The players all gasped. Whoever got their hands on that docier would have some very valuable information on the mole. They all wanted that docier.

Will went on. "You will have twelve hours to make your way to the center. Just one of you needs make it in order to win fifty grand. But the first person who does will have the option of reading the docier."

"There's a catch, isn't there?" Mercedes asked. Will nodded at her.

"Light is scarce. You will find torches here and there but there few. Also, there are four hunters in the maze, meant to catch you. If you are caught, you will be taken to a penalty box on one of the maze's four main walls. Your first capture will warrant a five minute penalty during which you will need to stay in the penalty box. Every successant capture adds another five minutes so second time is ten minutes, third is fifteen and so on." The players all groaned at this, knowing that it could not be easy. It wasn't meant to be easy. "The one good thing, after you have been captured, you will be immune to hunters for half an hour and that time does not start until you're released from the penalty box."

"Well that's relief," Mercedes said.

Play the game. I specifically asked producers not to guide me through the maze because I want to play like a player tonight, thought the mole.

"Twelve hours?" Kurt asked, looking toward the maze. Will nodded his head. "So that will be from nine at night to nine in the morning. I hope everyone's had enough sleep."

"We can take naps in the penalty box," Blaine joked.

Mercedes gave him a look. "I hope you aren't planning in getting yourself caught just for sleep. There's fifty thousand dollars at stake here Blaine!"

Blaine gave her a look. "Mercedes, I was joking. Sheesh," he said. It was the first time Kurt had seen him actually show any kind of frustration the entire game. Clearly, they were all on edge and just ready to be done with it. Especially since they would probably come right out of the game and go directly into the final quiz.

"There is one entrance for each of you. Blaine, you are on the right. Kurt, you are in the middle. Mercedes, you are on the left. Please take your starting positions." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and gave him a quick kiss before they parted ways and made their way to their designated entrances. "Again, you have twelve hours. I will be waiting in the center. Whoever makes it first banks the money for the pot and gets the chance to view the mole's docier. Your time starts now. Good luck."

The three of them all stepped into the maze, finding themselves in the solstice of their own paths. Kurt was faced with a short straight path that was blocked by another hedge wall, giving him no choice but to turn either left or right. He wasn't going to lie. The chance to kiss Blaine in a place like this would be completely romantic. So, he chose to go right, hoping to gravitate toward the man he loved.

Blaine found his path followed along the right outer wall until it cut a sharp turn to the left and then he was faced with a three-way fork, one path straight ahead, one path right, and one path left. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. He was trying to remember a tactic he had used when he used to do mazes all the time. Always make the left turn. That was usually the right move. So he did. He turned left and continued on his way.

Mercedes was surprised to find that her path let straight down the left outer wall from the entrance at the south wall all the way to the north wall on the other end. It appeared to make a sharp turn to the right when it got there and she was grateful that she didn't have to make a fork decision yet. Maybe this would be a piece of cake after all.

The hunters had started out in two corners. Two in the corner where the north wall met the east wall and two in the corner where the north wall met the west wall. The two hunters in that corner were notified not to go directly after Mercedes as she had nowhere to run to try and get away from them and she was to be allowed an equal head start as the other players. So they went off in a different direction as Mercedes passed the west wall penalty box about halfway along the wall.

Kurt was making all of his fork decisions based on the direction he thought would bring him closer to Blaine. At the moment, he didn't care about the money or reading the mole's docier. He just wanted to kiss the other man. And he found himself at a dead end.

He started to wind back out of it around the corner when he heard footsteps running passed in the main path it branched from. A hunter. Kurt quickly reverted back into the nook of the dead end and sat a on a bench that had been placed there. A flaming torch was above his head. He waited, listening for the hunter's footsteps to die away before making his way back out and hurrying along a different route.

However, that hunter ran on and winded his way along the path, eventually coming face to face with Blaine. "Shit!" the curly haired man spat. As the hunter increased his step, Blaine turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could, taking random turns and disappearing quickly from the hunter's sight. "That was close."

Blaine had no idea where he now was in the maze and didn't want to try and retrace his steps with that hunter still out there. He continued his left turn tactic. So far, he hasn't met a dead end yet so that was good right?

Mercedes had just reached her first fork in the road. She has no idea which way to go. She had two separate paths going straight, one turning left and the other around to the right. Deciding she'd gone straight for too long, she turned right and ran right into a hunter's grasp.

"Damn!" she spat. The hunter carted her to the nearest penalty box where she was meant to stay for five minutes, the hunter keeping guard to make sure she didn't violate the rules by attempting to leave before her penalty time was up. At least she'd have thirty minutes of hunter free progress afterward.

Kurt was casually strolling along, having met no more dead ends and noting the silence around him. He had no way of knowing how much time had already passed. It wasn't like they had suspended a large clock above his head. He lost track of his way to meet Blaine and didn't know which direction to go. He was now torn. Find Blaine - who was worth more than money or a docier any day - or get to the center first and be envied by Mercedes because he was pretty sure Blaine wouldn't envy him. As far as Kurt as concerned, Mercedes seemed to be the least confident about who she thought the mole was. She would benefit the most from reading the docier.

Kurt had also decided that he wanted to play fair. Reading those notes would almost feel like cheating to him. If he reached the docier first, he was not going to read it. If he was going to win the money, he would do it fair and square. He only hoped that Blaine thought the same way. He was sure he did. Blaine had always been the most humble of all of them. And thinking about it now, Kurt was sure the only one who would really look at the docier would be Mercedes. Blaine didn't believe in cheating and although they were given permission to do it, Kurt was sure Blaine would still see reading it as cheating.

Little did he know but Blaine was thinking the same exact thing and oddly enough the two of them were traveling down parallel paths, with nothing but a single hedge wall separating them. Not that they realized that.

Blaine's focused was divided between where he was going in the maze, how much time had passed, and whether he would read the docier if he reached it first. He had ridden this game answering the majority of the questions in one person's favor and he was still here. He was quite confident that he could carry himself through to winning on that person. He didn't think he needed the docier.

Plus, if he decided he wasn't going to read it, that would make the other players think that the information was pointless to him because it was his own information. Not reading the docier was a sure fire way to get yourself labeled the mole. It was the best tactic he could use at this point in the game. If the other players thought he was the mole, they would guess wrong and he would end up winning. Or rather one of them would guess wrong. Whichever one of the other two was not the mole. It was a perfect tactic. This was how to play the game.

Mercedes' thoughts as she was once more back on the prowl through the maze were entirely different from the two men. She knew that she needed to get her hands on that docier. She wasn't one hundred percent confident she knew who the mole was. That information would be very valuable to her. It would cut that last thread of uncertainty she had over whether the mole was Blaine or Kurt and she could go into the quiz feeling confident that she would win the money.

She rounded a corner and came face to face with, "Kurt?" Mercedes raised her eyebrows, drawn out of her daze by the sight of the pale man.

"You were expecting the Easter Bunny?" he replied sarcastically, causing her to laugh a bit.

"Well, you are white enough to pass as the Easter Bunny," she replied. Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm just glad you're not another hunter. I'm not even sure how much time has passed since I was released."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You were caught by a hunter?" She nodded. "I nearly got caught by one. Heard his footsteps passing on the main path when I was nestled in a dead end. I stayed put until I couldn't hear them anymore."

Mercedes was relieved that at least she wasn't the only that had an encounter with a hunter. She wondered how Blaine was doing.

It was then that the girl realized they were both at another fork in the path. "I'll take one path, you take the other?" she questioned. Kurt nodded.

"I'll go left. You swing right."

"Okay. Good luck Kurt!" Mercedes called as she started down the path to the right.

"Ditto!" he called back. Kurt turned left and continued on walking until he heard footsteps up around a bend in the path he was nearing. He froze, trying to decide whether to risk it being a hunter or take a chance by hiding in the near by hedge best he could.

He didn't have to make that decision though because singing met his ears just than and a hunter certainly wouldn't be singing.

"But you know, but you know that you, can't fight the moonlight," he heard Blaine sing as the curly haired man rounded the bend and the two of them came face-to-face.

"Any particular reason why you're singing a Leanne Rimes song?" Kurt asked, an amused expression on his face.

Blaine pointed up at the sky. "Because you can't fight the moonlight Kurt," he replied. Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled Blaine into his arms, the shorter man winding his arms around Kurt's waist as Kurt's circled his neck.

"I've been looking for you," Kurt whispered against his lips. Blaine smiled.

"Good. Because I've been looking for you too…forever." Kurt blushed and Blaine closed the gap between them, locking their lips together.

It was so much more romantic than Kurt thought it would be. The two of them, together in a hedge maze, kissing under the light of the moon. It was perfect. It was magical. It was…just the distraction needed for the two hunters sneaking up on either side of them.

The next thing the two of them knew, they were pulled apart by two highly amused hunters. One carted Blaine in one direction and the other carted Kurt in another. As if they were going to stick the two lovebirds in the same penalty box. They would never leave even when their time was up and that would lead Mercedes to win by process of elimination.

Mercedes had no idea that Blaine and Kurt had been caught by hunters. All she did know was that the hours were dredging on and she was incredibly tired. Maybe Blaine's joke about napping in the penalty box wasn't such a bad idea. She yawned heavily and found herself at a dead end with a bench. Instead of turning around and backtracking to her last fork, she sat on the bench, intending to rest for a little bit. But she couldn't keep her eyes open and soon found herself resting her head against the back of the bench and allowing her eyes to slide shut. Within a matter of seconds, she was out like a light.

With Mercedes having fallen asleep, which was unknown to Kurt and Blaine, it was now up to the two men to be the first to reach the center. Mercedes would likely be disappointed in herself later.

Kurt and Blaine had been released and both were now more focused on the game and what they were meant to be doing. They both tried to keep their task the priority in their mind, but couldn't help thoughts of each other invading every now and then, which caused both men to smile like idiots as they navigated their way through the maze.

Time seemed to fly by, even though they had no way of calculating it and Blaine rounded a final bend to find himself staring at Will who was standing beside a podium on which stood a back with a dollar sign on it and a folder that Blaine figured was obviously the mole's docier.

"Congratulations Blaine. You are the first person to make it to the center of the maze," Will said. Blaine couldn't contain his grin. As usual, always turn left paid off. "You have earned the final fifty thousand dollars for the pot, bringing the grand total up to two hundred and sixty-one thousand dollars. Not a bad sum of money." Blaine grinned even more. "You also," Will went on, picking up the docier. "Earned the right to look at this. It contains valuable information about the mole that could help you in the quiz tomorrow, which would give you the advantage over the other players. The decision whether or not to take that advantage is entirely up to you."

Blaine took the docier as it was handed to him and stood in thought for a moment. He had already long since decided what he wanted to do if he found himself in this position. But he wanted to pause for effect.

After several moments of looking thoughtful, Blaine held the docier out to Will, unopened and unread.

"Thanks but I feel reading this could constitute cheating and I want to win fair and square," he said. Will admired is honesty and how incredibly genuine he was as he took the docier back from Blaine.

"You are aware that not reading it will show you as being incredibly confident and the other players could look at that as you already knowing what was in it?" Will asked.

Blaine nodded. "That's kind of the point though, right? Make others think you're the mole so they vote for you and get it wrong. That's how you knock other people out of the game."

"I see you like so many others have latched onto a common and popular strategy for playing the game. Regardless, it seems to work every time." Blaine smiled. "Congratulations again Blaine. We'll wait here and see how the others do.

As it turned out, Kurt arrived just shortly after that and he didn't seem at all upset that he wasn't first because he was just happy to be done with it. He was proud of Blaine too.

But when nine in the morning came and went with no sign of Mercedes, Will becalmed concerned. He gently shook Blaine and Kurt awake, as the two men had fallen into a light sleep in each other's arms sitting on one of the benches in the center.

"It's after nine," Will said. "Mercedes isn't here. I've sent the cameras out and producers are coming. We're going to look for her. Split up to cover the whole maze." Kurt and Blaine could detect the worry in his voice and both men jumped up immediately. What had happened to Mercedes?

Producers showed up, the lot of them split up, and the search was on. Even with all the people, if seemed to take ages to cover the maze in search for the missing player.

It was Kurt who found her, still sleeping on the bench that she'd drifted off on in the middle of the game. He stepped forward and gently shook her shoulder. "Mercedes? Mercedes wake up," he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Kurt?" she asked. It took her a moment to realize it was daylight and she gasped. "Oh my God, what time is it?" She was clearly in a panicky mode.

"It's after eleven in the morning Cedes," Kurt replied. She looked horrified. He pulled a walkie talkie out of his pocket, something that they had all been issued when they split up to search for her. "I found her. She was asleep on a bench in a dead end."

Mercedes heard relieved sighs coming through the walkie talkie. It dawned on her that people must have been worried about her.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked. She nodded. "When if got to nine and you still hadn't shown up, Will got worried."

"Did we win?" Mercedes asked as Kurt helped her up and started to lead her along the path to get out of the maze.

He smiled and nodded his head. "Yes," he said. "Blaine made it to the center first. We got the last fifty grand. And we have the final quiz this afternoon."

A soft smile crossed her face as they continued to walk. When they finally exited the maze, Blaine hugged her tightly and pecked her cheek. "We were all so worried," he said softly.

"I'm sorry," Mercedes said. "I didn't mean to worry anybody. I was just so tired."

"No doubt. I think we're all pretty exhausted," he replied.

"Not just from the final challenge," Kurt said. "But from the entire game too. I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready for it to be over."

"Touché," Mercedes agreed. "After the final quiz, we all get to fly home."

"Until we come to meet in Los Angeles for the big reveal," Blaine added.

"Which isn't really travel for me or Puck," Mercedes said. "I live in Hollywood and he's directly in LA."

"Out of the three of us here, I have to travel the farthest to get there," Kurt said, thinking of his home in Chicago. "I'm going to miss you so much Blaine," he added, giving the man a sad look. Blaine pulled Kurt in for a hug.

"I'm going to miss you too Kurt," he whispered, pecking the pale man's cheek. "Which is why I changed my flight arrangements so I can go back to Chicago with you."

Kurt was stunned. He pulled back to look at him with wide eyes. "But Blaine, what about your job? You've already said you didn't think you could get your manager to agree to more time off than this."

Blaine smiled at him. "Which is why I am going to talk to him about a proposition he had for me before I left for The Mole about recording in Chicago. I'm going to take it. Now that I found you Kurt, I'm not letting you go."

Kurt threw himself back into Blaine's arms, sniffling a bit. "I'm never saying good-bye to you." At that point, Will approached them.

"Players, this afternoon you face your final quiz. Each of you will take it from your entrances to the maze at the same time. Shall we have lunch?"

They ate at a small cafe not far from where the maze was located. Will raised his wine glass in a toast. "This afternoon you take your final quiz. You will be taking it at the same time. There will be twenty questions instead of ten, dating all the way back to the beginning of the game. When you are finished, we will have a winner, we will have a loser, and we will have a mole." They all clinked their glasses together. "Best of luck to the three of you," he added.

It seemed to be no time at all before the three players found themselves seated at tables with laptops in front of them. They were each in the entrance to the maze which they had gone through the night before. Blaine on the right, Kurt in the middle, and Mercedes on the left.

Will stood in front of them. "Players, in a moment, I will ask you to hit the begin button. In front of each of you is a laptop containing a quiz with twenty questions about the mole. You will need to access your memory as the questions cover the entire game. Most of them are from previous quizzes. In fact they all might be. But this quiz is designed to test your knowledge of what you remember. Take your time and don't rush your answers. One wrong answer can mean all the difference between whether you win or lose. You may begin. Good luck."

And with those words, the players were off to answer the quiz, twenty questions about the mole.

Question one: Which group was the mole in in the hostage rescue game?

Question two: Did the mole get their skydiving question right in the race to Verona game?

Question three: What role did the mole play in the final destination game?

Question four: How many games of chess did the mole play in the race to the summit game?

Question five: Did the mole complete their task in the wine and dice game?

Question six: In what order did the mole swing or answer their question in the hanging on a question game?

Question seven: In what order did the mole's team arrive in the mountain track game?

Question eight: What is the name of the mole's loved one?

Question nine: Which team was the mole on in the logic puzzle game?

Question ten: Did the mole jump in the ski jump game?

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

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

Question thirteen: What was the mole's task in the trust game?

Question fourteen: What color was the mole's clue in the repel game?

Question fifteen: In the test your knowledge game, did the mole hide first, second, or third?

Question sixteen: Where did the mole enter the maze in the maze game?

Question seventeen: Where is the mole from?

Question eighteen: What number is the mole's journal?

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

Question twenty: Who is the mole?

One question for every game and three questions about the mole and the final question being the same as on every other quiz, who is the mole?

The players all finished the quiz on their own time, each one thinking over their answers. Kurt was worrying his lip between his teeth as he read through each question carefully. Blaine had a look if intense concentration on his face. Mercedes looked flat out scared as if she was completely lost with what to answer. It was too bad this wasn't open journal.

And then, it was over. The last player had submitted their final answer and the three of them were hugging and shaking hands.

Will was standing in front of them. "Congratulations to all three of you for surviving right to the of the game. I will see you all in few months for the big reveal, live in LA. Then, and only then, will we find out who is the winner, who is the loser, and who is the mole." He gave them all a nod. "Until then, none of you are to say a word to anyone about what has happened in the game. Don't want to ruin things for the viewing audience when it airs. All of you have a safe trip home and I will see you after the season has aired on TV and the viewing audience is up to this very point in the game."

With that, they all broke, collecting their things and heading on their long journeys home. But anticipation was burning in all of their bodies. Just a few more months and the secret would finally be out.