As the relief rushed through him, Blaine felt his feet touch unsteady material. He looked down to see that he was standing on the sand that was moving lazily on the surface due to the wind. Looking around the lawyer concluded that he was in the middle of a desert as he couldn't see anything else but sand and it was deadly hot.

Never having been a fan of hot weather, Blaine pulled off his black jacket in a hope to lessen the intensity of the heat and held it in his hand.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Everything around him looked exactly the same and there was no way of knowing where it would be better to go. Obviously, staying there wasn't an option as it was crucial to find somewhere to hide from the sun.

Choosing randomly Blaine cursed the drugs that made it all feel so realistic.

With sun burning his exposed skin, Blaine was sweaty in no time. After a while he was too tired to even care to wipe his face as it never had a long effect. Mostly he was irritated by his dry mouth, hardly able to produce any saliva. At that moment Blaine would have done anything for a mouthful of water or any other liquid to be honest.

After what seemed hours he saw something moving in the distance and not even considering danger, started walking towards it. Soon he realised that the thing was moving towards him as well, which meant that they would meet sooner rather than later and Blaine felt hope in his chest.

Blaine couldn't believe what he was seeing when he got closer to the moving object. It was a camel with a man riding on top of him. The lawyer almost laughed at the memory of one movie he had seen about ancient Egypt – the man looked almost the same.

When the traveller was close enough to hear, Blaine pleaded him. "Good afternoon, sir," his voice sounded weird to himself as it was difficult to utter words with such a dry mouth. "Could you, please, help me? I need water... Please..."

The man began to speak something very fast and loud in the language Blaine couldn't understand and made his camel bow on his front legs and then lie down so that he could jump down on the sand.

From the hand gestures and the body language Blaine could only guess that the man was scolding him for being out there in the desert with no water or means of traveling whatsoever.

"Thank you," Blaine took the leather bottle that the man had offered him.

The first gulps of water felt like the most delicious drink Blaine had ever had. It was refreshing even if a bit too warm for his liking. Still, it was better than nothing and the man enjoyed every drop of it until the bottle was empty.

"You just saved my life," he said gratefully as he handed the bottle to the man.

The traveller took the bottle and continued his tirade. At some point he gestured behind Blaine and the lawyer turned around to see what the man was showing him. A second later the heat was over.

Blaine's lungs filled with fresh air and the sough of trees suggested he was in the forest. Opening his eyes the lawyer saw that he was right – he was among trees and bushes and his feet were on soft moss. His physical state was perfectly fine as if the desert episode never happened.

Suddenly Blaine heard something running and getting closer to him. The creature didn't make any other sounds and he could only guess what it was.

Blaine was totally not ready to see teenager Kurt running in black underwear and a t-shirt only.

"They are after me; run!" the boy shouted and ran past him as fast as his weak legs allowed.

With little hesitation Blaine started running after him. All the running he had been doing that day was beginning to annoy him to no end.

"What are you doing?" Kurt hissed as he noticed Blaine running next to him now.

"Running like you told me," Blaine explained, hopping over a fallen tree.

"Do you know nothing about survival? They will catch us sooner if we stick together!"

"Who?" Blaine asked confused.

"The hunters!" Kurt growled frustrated and Blaine was sure if he could see him, he would be met with the sight of him rolling his beautiful blue eyes.

Blaine looked at him frowning and almost tripped. "What hunters?"

Kurt rounded a bush easily and ran a bit faster now that the path was going down. "Can we talk when we get away from them?" he asked out of breath.

Blaine nodded even though Kurt wasn't looking at him and kept running, letting the boy lead the way. They ran for ten more minutes when Kurt slowed down.

"I think they lost us," he said and started walking, looking around for something.

"Okay, so can you explain what's going on now?" Blaine asked.

Kurt snorted. "What planet are you from? The hunting season has obviously begun."

"Um, like geese's or hogs'?" Blaine asked as he climbed over yet another fallen tree.

"Do I look like a goose or a hog? No, they are hunting humans," the boy explained and ducked next to some berries. "We should get some food in our stomachs."

"They hunt humans?" Blaine questioned him as he watched Kurt eat.

"Orphans, homeless people, anyone who has a terminal illness... Basically, anyone who is a burden to the society. The government sells them, us, to rich people who are bored with hunting animals. Do you know Sue Sylvester? The best hunter in the States. She is the owner of this forest and she is also the person that bought us. But you should know this already given that you are here and you don't look like a hunter."

Blaine shrugged. "Wrong time wrong place?"

"It's a private, closed forest," he explained slowly, his suspicion obviously rising. "You couldn't have just come around... Unless... Do you have some sorts of mental illness that makes you forget stuff or something like that?"

"I... no?" the man answered unsure of what answer was expected from him. "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Hide and try to find survival kits that Sue left. She likes playing with her prey and leaves these small boxes with useful stuff."

"Where should we look for them?" Blaine asked when Kurt took a few steps to an untouched shrub with berries.

In the end it didn't matter as they both heard dogs bark in the distance and they started running, cursing for ever stopping. Fortunately, the place was more clear now and there weren't many fallen trees around that area. It made running easier though not less scary.

Soon they heard a gunshot and someone screaming. Kurt pressed his palms hard to his ears so that he could muffle the sounds. Unfortunately, it didn't help his balance and he fell face first on the ground.

"Kurt!" Blaine breathed and ran to the boy to help him out.

"My ankle," the teen cried out. "It hurts."

"Come here," Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and helped him stand up. "Let's go."

Kurt took a few swift steps and cried again. "I can't run..."

"We will go slowly then," the older man decided. "Lean on me. It will help you keep as much weight from your ankle as possible."

The boy shook his head and wiped a tear that escaped. "They are getting closer and I'll slow you down. I won't be responsible for your death."

"And I won't be for yours," Blaine argued with pleading eyes.

It reminded him constant arguments they had with real Kurt. No matter what an issue was, they both had strong opinions and never wanted to lose. They were both stubborn and now that Blaine thought about it, it was probably one of the reasons they fell out of their relationship. In the beginning they were always able to find a compromise and end any quarrel with heated make out sessions or wonderful sex. Later they never solved any arguments and just went their own ways still angry at each other.

In the situation they were in, the men needed a compromise and Blaine knew exactly what would appeal Kurt.

"How about I help you walk until we find a place to hide you?" the man suggested and as the barks were getting louder, he knew that Kurt would agree if he wanted to live.

Just like expected, Kurt nodded and they began walking as fast as the boy could, tears streaming down his cheeks both from pain and fear.

"Look," Blaine broke the silence between them after some time, "we could hide in that hollow. If we lie low they couldn't see you from far away."

Kurt nodded but probably only because the pain was too much to bear and he just wanted to sit down.

Blaine helped him sit down on the ground and kneeled next to him. He took a look at Kurt's swollen ankle.

"It's pretty bad," Kurt commented with a brave smile. "Um, so you should be going now."

"I'm not going anywhere," Blaine uttered and started gently massaging Kurt's hurt leg, trying to sooth the pain.

"But you said–"

"I lied," Blaine giggled softly. "Never trust the man with a suit."

Kurt took a moment to consider his words and for a second Blaine was afraid that he might misinterpret them and stop trusting him. Luckily, the boy smiled.

"Thank you for brightening my nightmare," he whispered and closed his heavy eyes, lying down on the ground properly.

The lawyer smiled fondly at him and noticed that the dog barks became less loud. "Get some rest," he said and moved to lie down next to the boy.

He must have fallen asleep with Kurt because suddenly he sat up with a startle at a loud barking. He looked up to see the Cheerio coach pointing a gun at him while her dog tried to reach Kurt.

"I don't remember buying you, curly," she said thoughtfully, "but the more, the merrier."

"Please, don't kill us," Kurt pleaded, tears running down his cheeks as he was shaking like a leaf next to Blaine.

The woman laughed. "Oh, I will. Just not this moment," she said and lowered her gun. "You have half an hour before I come after you. Go!"

As quickly as he could Blaine helped Kurt to stand up and they started running, the shorter man holding a big part of his husband's weight. It slowed them down a lot but the lawyer didn't care. As long as he could protect his love, it was okay.

After twenty minutes they were hardly moving and Blaine found a hiding place for them. It wasn't perfect but it would give them some time.

"You should go on," Kurt said in-between his heavy breaths. "I only slow you down."

Blaine shook his head, his shallow breathing making it difficult to form words. "Never... leaving you."

"But if you stay, we will both die... Listen, you could go to the river that is to the North from here, and you could find help if you managed to cross it. Then maybe we would both survive this nightmare," the boy suggested not really looking into Blaine's eyes.

If it wasn't for Blaine's frantic attempt to find the way out of this mess, he would have noticed that the boy was lying. Now the man jumped to the first possibility in front of him and didn't notice the obvious lie.

"North? Okay, you stay here and I will run there and get you some help," he nodded and took Kurt's hand. "I'll come back for you, okay?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine and smiled. "I... could you... I mean I never... and I wanted... I mean, if you are... Gosh, forget I said anything," he said and his naturally pale face reddened.

"What is it?" Blaine asked gently.

"I've never been kissed..." the boy muttered ashamed.

Blaine smiled sadly at him. The boy couldn't be older than fifteen and it didn't feel right to take his first kiss but then he realised this was his Kurt and it didn't seem to be that wrong anymore. "Kurt, can I kiss you, please?"

Kurt's eyes widened and his blush deepened. "Yeah," he breathed as Blaine cupped his cheek and pressed his soft lips to his chapped ones.

The kiss was hesitant from both parties as Kurt had no experience and Blaine didn't want to startle the boy. His mind went back to Dalton when he first kissed his future husband. It was exactly the same now as the excitement built in their chests and Kurt took dominance over the kiss. Blaine smiled against his lips more at the memory than anything else.

Too soon Kurt pulled away. "Thank you," he whispered and the perfect moment was broken by a dog bark, way too close for their liking.

"I'll come back for you," Blaine said and they both knew it was a lie; only Kurt really knew it and Blaine did too but he still tried to talk himself into believing that he will save this lovely teenager.

With a small peck on Kurt's lips Blaine stood up and ran towards the direction that the teen had pointed earlier. He ran as fast as he could given the uneven ground but it still seemed that he was going too slowly.

After what seemed forever, he heard the river and soon it came into view. It was a wide fast-flowing river but it didn't stop Blaine from going straight to it with intention to try and cross it. In his mind it was the only way to save Kurt and he would risk his life if that was what he had to do.

"It's cold, you know," a calm voice came from behind a tree and Blaine turned around to see Ming coming out of his hiding place.

He ran towards him, "Kurt... he's hurt and those people will kill him," he said trying to catch his breath. "You need to help him. Please!"

"Why?" the man asked him.

"Why? Are you serious? He is going to die! I can't let him die, just, please, I'm begging you, help him!" Blaine asked on the verge of tears.

The old man stayed silent for a few moments. "I thought this wasn't real?" he questioned with a knowing smirk.

Blaine was at a loss.

"I think in the back of your mind you already know that this is all happening for real," the Asian said happily. "You don't want to admit it though and it's okay, as long as you begin to learn your lesson."

"Is my lesson seeing Kurt hurt or dead?!" Blaine shouted. "Because I already know that I never want to see him like that again! Now, please, can we go and save him?"

Before Ming could say anything, two gunshots sounded from somewhere further in the forest and a high pitched scream went straight to Blaine's heart.

"Kurt... No, no, not him, please, Kurt..." he begged nobody in particular and was about to run back to Kurt's hiding place when he felt the man's hand on his shoulder.

The familiar feeling overtook him and soon he was transported to some other place but he didn't care. He collapsed onto his knees and cried, the sobs shaking his whole body.