"Finn went out on the Hudson River as he was unable to correctly identify the mole, becoming the mole's seventh victim and leaving the game with the final three, Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes," Will said from his place atop the dam. "With the finale just around the corner, the players knew that the competition was about to heat up more than ever before. And now it was a real question of who to trust other than themselves. The fight for the prize was about to begin. Soon they would answer that question. Who is the mole?

"Ten strangers, working together to reach a prize total of up to 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 Kurt Hummel?

"Mercedes Jones?

"Or Blaine Anderson?"

The final opening credits rolled for the last time as the remaining three profiles flashed across the screen. The breakfast table the next morning was small and filled with tension.

"I want to take this time to congratulate the three of you on making it to this stage in the game." The three of them glanced at each other. Kurt and Blaine were holding hands under the table, but it wasn't like Will and Mercedes didn't know. "Blaine, how's the tension level?"

Blaine put down his fork and looked around at their small group of people. "The tension is higher than ever. I mean, I think I have a good idea who the mole is but that still doesn't mean somebody else won't do better than me. Honestly, I feel bad for who loses. To come all this way and then lose the money in the final quiz would not be a pretty feeling," he said. Kurt squeezed his hand under the table.

"It's hard to grasp sitting here that one of us is going to win, one is going to be the mole's final victim and one is the mole," the pale man said.

Is it selfish of me to know who I want to win? I need to sway them in my direction without bringing too much attention to myself so as to let on that the other will turn my way too, thought the mole.

Will nodded his head. "I think at this point most players just want it to be over, including the mole."

"Too true," Mercedes replied.

Kurt was shaking his head slightly. "I feel for the final three of those seasons that started with twelve or fourteen players. I think I would have been long gone if it was like that for us," he said. Blaine was nodding his agreement.

"Yeah. Despite his support and willingness to cheer me on, it was hard enough to get my manager to clear enough free time for me to outstay this game to the end. I don't think it would have happened if we had more players," Blaine said.

Kurt squeezed his hand again. "I've been sketching designs in my spare time. I'm the boss so I can take as much time off as I want." Blaine laughed lightly and kissed his cheek.

"I feel you though Blaine," Mercedes commented. "I'm only a backup singer but I still had a hassle clearing the time."

"So many of you this year were famous for something or other," Will noted with a nod of his head.

"I'm just glad Rachel Berry didn't last longer," Kurt stated. "I don't think I would have survived as long otherwise."

"Bad blood?" Will asked.

Kurt sighed. "We went to high school together. She used to be my best friend but then she became big on Broadway and kind of got really pigheaded and swept our friendship under the rug, running it in my face that she had gotten into NYADA and I hadn't which meant I was as good as everyone thought."

Blaine was frowning and Mercedes didn't look all that impressed either. "That's really low Kurt," she said.

"Yeah," Blaine added. "Besides, if she was going to so all that to you, she probably wasn't really your friend in the first place. A best friend would never throw you under the his like that. They'd keep encouraging you to prove those people wrong and go for your dreams anyway."

Kurt couldn't help but to smile at him. "How are you so perfect?" he asked. Blaine blushed.

Will set his glass down and stood up from the table. "Well, if you'll all follow me, we have our second to final game to play and there's a total of thirty thousand dollars that can be won," he said.

Forks rested on empty plates and glasses were left on that table, some still partially full as Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes got up and followed Will to an awaiting car. They were taken to a highly populated residential district. It was beautiful with snowy Swiss alps in the background. Kurt decided that he would love to come back to Switzerland some day. Italy too. Though he had hoped that maybe they would have come to Greece. He had always wanted to visit the island of Santorini. Pictures showed it was absolutely gorgeous.

"What are you thinking about?" Blaine asked as the players followed Will up a hill.

"Just how I want to go to Santorini, Greece someday," Kurt replied with a blush. Blaine squeezed his hand.

"I'll take you, I promise." Those words alone made Kurt's heart swell. It indicated that he and Blaine would continue their lives together after this was all over.

Will came to a stop and turned to face them. "All right, so here's the deal. There are three rounds to this game. Each round is worth ten thousand dollars." He looked at the all briefly. "Each of you will take it in turn to hide in one of the houses here. It's up to the other two to find you. The way they do that is by answering three questions how they think you would answer them. One wrong answer, and you will not find the person hiding."

"I've seen them play this in past seasons," Mercedes commented. "Always with the final three."

Will nodded. "Kurt, you're first to hide." Kurt nodded. Blaine gave his hand a squeeze and kissed him wholeheartedly before they parted. Will walked off with Kurt, leaving Blaine and Mercedes behind to ponder how this would turn out, both of them trying not to pay any attention to the direction Will and Kurt were heading.

It was a little bit of a wait before Will came back to them. "Blaine, Mercedes, if you will follow me." He lead them a ways up the hill, around a bend, and into a fork in the road. "All right, remember, one wrong answer and you will not find Kurt. He is hiding in one of the houses of the village." Will had a set of cards in his hand. "Okay, you have to answer to the best of your knowledge what you think Kurt said to these. First question is, who is more likely to quit their job after winning the lottery? If you think he said Blaine, we go this way," he said, pointing to the right. "If you think Kurt said Mercedes, we go this way," and he pointed to the left.

"I think he would say me," Blaine said. Mercedes looked unconvinced.

"You think he would say you?" she repeated. Blaine nodded. "Why?"

"Because I do music because it's my passion, not because I need the money. I'd be perfect happy just playing as a hobby," he replied.

Mercedes thought for a moment. "Plus you could use that lottery money to spoil Kurt," she said with a wink Blaine blushed. "All right, we'll go with you."

"Me," Blaine told Will.

"All right, let's to this way then," Will said. He lead them down the path to the right, which they had to hike up a little bit. It came out to another fork. "Next question, who is more likely to cheat on their significant other?" Will read. "If you think he said Blaine, we go this way," he pointed to the left, "If you think he said Mercedes, we'll go this way," he indicated the right path.

The two of them looked at each other and frowned. Of all the questions they'd had to answer, this was among the ones they hoped wouldn't pop up.

"He'd probably say me," Mercedes said, a but if hurt in her voice. Blaine gave her a sympathetic look.

"I don't think he would say either of us if that were allowed," he replied. "I know I wouldn't have. I hated this question, stared at it for probably a good five minutes."

Mercedes sighed. "That may be true but he's attached to you Blaine. It means he really trusts you so if he had to choose one of us, I'm pretty sure it would be me."

Blaine gave his head a hesitant nod. The two of them glanced at Will. "We're going to say Mercedes."

"Okay," Will said. "We go this way than." He lead them right again, this path winding downhill and coming out to nestle between two residences. "Last question, who is more likely to adopt a dog? If you think he said Blaine, we knock on this door," he indicated the door right behind him. "If you think he said Mercedes," he knock on this door," and he pointed to the door to left of him.

"Hands down that's you," Mercedes said immediately. 

Blaine laughed. "Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Because you're like an excitable puppy Blaine. You'd love to play with a dog. I think it would be cute watching you roll around with one."

He laughed again. "Well, I have to admit that I do like dogs. I wouldn't mind adopting one."

"So you guys are saying Blaine?" Will asked to confirm. They nodded. "Okay, Blaine, why don't you go ahead and knock on that door." He pointed to the door behind him.

Blaine took a deep breath and walked forward, raising his hand and knocking on the door. It was a few tense moments before the door swung open to reveal Kurt standing there in all his radiance and Blaine had almost forgotten how beautiful he was.

"Hi," Kurt said tentatively.

"Hi," Blaine replied, smiling.

"Well done Blaine, Mercedes, you successfully found Kurt. Ten thousand dollars will be added to the pot, bringing the group total up to two hundred and one thousand dollars," Will said. The three of them all cheered. "Kurt, Blaine, if you two will wait here. Mercedes come with me." The two men watched Will walk off with Mercedes before turning to each other.

"Is it wrong to say that I missed you?" Kurt asked shyly. Blaine smiled at him, raising his hand to caress the pale man's cheek. Kurt leaned into the touch.

"No," Blaine said. He leaned in so close that their lips were just millimeters from touching. "Because I missed you too," he added in a whisper before closing the gap completely and covering Kurt's mouth with his own in a sweet and passionate kiss.

Kurt's eyes fluttered shut and his arms snaked up around Blaine's neck. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling the taller man closer to him. Kurt moaned into the kiss, feeling the sudden friction as their bodies pressed together. God he wanted Blaine so badly. If they weren't in the middle of a game right then, he would shove him up against a wall and have his way with him.

Time was lost as the two of them continued to kiss. Blaine poked his togue out and prodded Kurt's lips with it, begging for entrance. Kurt had just granted it when the sound of someone clearing their throat caused the two of them to spring apart. Will was standing there, a knowing look on his face. Kurt and Blaine flushed, their cheeks red and their lips swollen. Both men were breathing heavily and Kurt had to clasp his hands in front of him to hide his growing erection. Blaine's arousal wasn't as noticeable because his pants weren't nearly as tight but he was right there with him.

"If you two are done," Will said in an amused voice. Kurt and Blaine only flushed deeper. "Mercedes is hidden somewhere behind one of the doors so if you'll both follow me." Blaine took Kurt's hand as Will lead them both down to the first fork.

"Do you think they'll put that on camera?" Blaine asked. Kurt shook his head.

"No. We're really not supposed to get romantically involved but I don't think anyone could pull us a part if they tried. So I just think they'll edit out all the PDA stuff when the episode airs." Blaine nodded, seeing what Kurt was getting at.

"Okay," Will said as they arrived at the first fork. "First question, who is more likely to freak out over a bad hair day? If you think she said Kurt, we go left. If you think she said Blaine, we go right," Will said, indicating each direction as he pointed it out. Kurt's path traveled further down the hill and Blaine's path climbed up higher.

The two men looked at each other. This was really a tough one. Kurt knew that Blaine couldn't stand his hair when it wasn't gelled down though he thought the man could ease up a bit on the use of gel. On the other hand, Kurt wouldn't be caught dead out in public without his hair impeccably styled and would have a field day with a can of hairspray if he found one strand out of place.

"I think she would say you," Blaine said, surprising Kurt. The pale man looked at him with wide eyes.

"Are you sure? I know you hate your curls, which I don't see why." Blaine shook his head and chuckled.

"You haven't seen the frizz yet baby. But no, you. You take at least an hour just to style your hair and even then, you always carry a can of hairspray around with you." To make a point, Blaine pulled a travel sized can of hairspray from Kurt's back pocket.

The pale man blushed and took the can from Blaine. "Okay, okay, you've made your point." He turned to Will and smiled. "We'll go with me."

"Okay," Will replied. "We go this way." They followed him down the path and came out to yet another fork. Blaine was starting to wonder how many forks in the road there were here. "Next question, who is more likely to get hammered? If the answer is Kurt, we go this way," he said, pointing up a path to the left. "If the answer is Blaine, we to this way," he pointed to a path leading down to the right.

"Oh no doubt that's me," Blaine said, blushing. "I have a tendency to let to when I go out for drinks with friends."

Kurt smiled lightly. "Well as long as none of those things lead to you making out with someone else, I don't care. But I have to agree with you. I only drink in moderation and I'm usually the designated driver. Even when I'm not I don't drink all that much."

Blaine nodded his head. "We're going with me," he said to Will.

"All right, we'll go this way," Will said, leading them down the path to the right. They walked in silence until the came to two doors. One to the right and one to the left. "Last question, who is more likely to fall down a flight of stairs. If she answered Kurt, we knock on this door," and he indicated the door to the right. "If she answered Blaine, we knock on this door," he said, pointing to the left.

"That's me again," Blaine said immediately. "You're too graceful to fall down the stairs Kurt."

Kurt blushed but he thought that Blaine did have a point. He slowly nodded his head and kissed Blaine on the cheek. "All right honey. We'll go with you than," he agreed, smiling to himself.

"Okay, Kurt, if you'll knock on the door to the left." Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and walked up to the house, raising his hand and knocking. They waited several moments but nothing happened. "I'm sorry Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes is not here. That means you answered one of the questions incorrectly. If you'll both follow me."

He lead them in a backtrack of their steps, taking the turn they had gotten wrong and leading them into a snug little nook where two small houses stood on either end of the nook. He walked up to the one on the right and knocked on the door. Mercedes opened it a few seconds later.

"Hello Mercedes," Will said. She nodded. "As you might notice, Blaine and Kurt did not get all the questions right so you will not earn ten thousand dollars and the pot stands at two hundred and one thousand dollars. What were your answers?" he asked her.

"Blaine was the answer for all three of them." Kurt and Blaine groaned.

"That means we made the wrong call at the first question," Blaine said.

"Well it did seem plausible to go either way," Kurt pointed out. "Both of us are fussed with it aimed to our hair. But you do go kind if Michael Meyers when you don't get your hair gel."

Blaine gave him a shocked look. "I do not!" he said in mock offense, pressing a hand to his chest. Kurt giggled and kissed his temple.

"Yes you do honey," he said. Blaine just laughed.

"Blaine, if you'll come with me," Will said. Blaine looked at Kurt and kissed him gently before following Will off back down the path.

Mercedes turned to Kurt. "You really love him, don't you?" she said in awe.

"I do," Kurt nodded.

"No hard feelings if he turns out to be the mole?" she asked. Kurt turned to look at hwe for a moment.

"Of course not. Mole or not, Blaine has still been nothing but genuine and a gentleman." He sighed contently. "I don't think that's something he could ever not be." He shook his head lightly.

"But acting that way is perfect cover," Mercedes remarked.

"Perhaps, but like I said, I've got a good idea who the mole is and really, all of us have played a pretty convincing game," he said. Mercedes seemed to think about that for a moment.

"I suppose you're right," she said. "Guess we'll all find out tomorrow night than."

Kurt looked at her for a moment. "No we won't," he said. Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "I know you've seen the show before because you remembered seeing this game in last seasons so you should know we won't find out tomorrow."

Realization hit her and Mercedes mentally kicked herself. "Of course. We won't find our until the big reveal and that will happen live after the rest of the season has aired on television," she noted.

"Right," Kurt said. "They only found out the night of the quiz in the first season. All following seasons had them waiting until the big reveal."

It was then that Will returned. "Kurt, Mercedes, Blaine is hidden in one of the village house so if you'll follow me, we'll see if we can find him." He lead them back down the winding path to the first fork where both paths lead uphill. "First question," Will read. "Who is more likely to sleepwalk? If you think he said Kurt, we go up to the right," he said, indicating the right path. "If you think he said Mercedes," we go up to the left," he went on, waving a hand at the left path.

Kurt blushed. "That would be me." Mercedes raised an eyebrow.

"How are you so sure?" she asked him. Not that she was indicating she had a sleepwalking problem or anything but Kurt sounded too sure of himself for it to be a genuine guess at what Blaine might have said.

"Because he's seen me do it," Kurt admitted. Mercedes had forgotten there had been times that Kurt and Blaine had shared sleeping quarters so of course he would have a first-hand account to go off of.

"All right than. We'll go with you."

"So you say Kurt?" Will asked. Kurt and Mercedes both nodded. "So we go this way." He lead them up the right path, the three of them walking in silence. "Next question," Will said as they reach the next fork. The right path lead up again and the left lead down in the opposite direction. "Who is more likely to shoplift? If you think the answer is Kurt, we go left," and he pointed down the left path. "If you think the answer is Mercedes, we go right," and he indicated the right path.

"Okay, that has to be you," Kurt said hesitantly. He was afraid that Mercedes might be offended. He knew without a doubt, he would never shoplift in a million years. Therefore, he was surprised when she blushed slightly and looked down at the ground.

"I actually did shoplift once in high school," she said. Kurt's eyes went wide. He hadn't been expecting that. "We had this woman once who taught me and my friend Tina how to sneak stuff out between between our legs."

Kurt blanched. "Okay, TMI Mercedes, TMI," he said.

"Sorry." She looked at Will. "We're going with me."

"Okay," he said. "Let's to right than." He lead them further up the hill to a wide clearing. One house stood to his right and the other to his left. "Final question, who is more likely to jump right into a swimming pool? If you think Blaine said Kurt, we'll knock on the door to my right." He pointed to the right house. "If you think he said Mercedes, we'll knock on the door to my left." He pointed to the left house.

Kurt thought for a moment before saying, "I'd say you. I'm not much for swimming and that much sun is bad for my pale skin."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Water would help with that silly."

Kurt shook his head. "No it won't. You're actually likely to burn faster by being in the water than lying out in the sun because the water reflects the sun's light. It's the same kind of effect you get when trying to light a fire by using glasses as reflectors for sun rays."

Mercedes obviously hadn't thought of that. "Okay nerd, we'll say me than. Maybe after this you should be on King of the Nerds," she joked.

"Blaine would do better on that one than I would," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes and noting that he'd pretty much just admitted to watching King of the Nerds.

"We'll go with me," Mercedes said, shaking her head again.

"Okay, Mercedes, if you'll knock on the door to my left," Will replied. Mercedes walked up to the door and gave it a good solid knock. A few moments later, Blaine opened the door.

"Did we win?" he asked with a smile. Kurt grinned at him and rushed to take his hands.

"We won," he said. Blaine let out a giddy yelp and kissed him.

"Well done Kurt and Mercedes. You successfully found Blaine," Will said. "You have earned another ten thousand dollars for the pot, bringing the total to two hundred and eleven thousand dollars. Out of a possible thirty thousand to be won, you banked twenty thousand. Not bad. You may have the rest of the day off. Tonight you face your final challenge and your final quiz. Good luck and I'll see you all later."

I think everyone is more confused now than they were to begin with. But I played my part well in this game. Enough to be subtle but at the same time not raise suspicions.