Once again, thank you all for your patience when it has come to this fic. For those of you that follow me on tumblr know its been a busy and rough week for me. I had my anniversary, was on the road for Canadian Thanksgiving, and then lost a student that has been in my life for several years now. On top of it all, work has only gotten busier.

It may sound like sap to you all, but honestly, a lot of you keep me going with your consistent feedback and support. Writing is what I love to do, and it gives me an outlet to put my emotions into. As such, by reading whatever I manage to dredge up, youre all my counsellors. Feel free to go all Freud on me.

Much love to you all. Thank you for keeping me motivated.

A red banner with bold black text sat at the top of the television screen: WARNING! LIVE FOOTAGE MAY BE DISTURBING FOR SOME VIEWERS. It squatted atop the gruesome and devastating images, refusing to leave, unconcerned about what was underneath it, oblivious to the blood and bodies that were a much deeper red, and the auras of the people still alive.

In the common room, some people were dead silent, glued to the broadcast much like Blaine was. Others were talking rapidly, panicked and upset, trying to figure out what their next move was - and if there even was a next move. Then there was Kurt, saying something to Blaine that he just couldnt process with the overwhelming glow of emotions everywhere that overstimulated his senses. There was a lot of yellow and red. So much fear. It wasnt just from the people in the room, or the victims being shown on the news, but also the metahumans retaliating. They were just as scared and upset as the people they were hurting and killing. Their fear had brought them to that point, and if there was one thing Blaine understood about fear, it was that it was contagious.

"Uh... Dr. Ryan...?" Howard said, so monotone still despite the buzz of the crowd swarmed all by him. If it wasnt for the similar scared hues over his own body, Blaine would think he was unconcerned by the news.

"What Howard?" The doctor hissed, hands wrapped around the handle of Seans bed on wheels, white knuckled and fingers melding into one another as he struggled to hold his solid form.

Howard glanced to the screen of the computer he seemed perpetually bound to. The only one in the common room, yet undeniably his the way he attached himself to it. "I... went into the cellular texts of congress... out of curiosity..."

That got a few more peoples attention, Blaine and Kurts included as they were closer to Howard, and he continued. "The president is about to have an emergency press conference followed up by an emergency meeting of the executive."

"About what?" Dr. Ryan growled, irritation all over him as he glanced back and forth between the television and Howard.

"Well...-"

"Breaking news. We now go live to Capitol Hill where the President of the United States is about to address the country."

All eyes went back to the screen, and the red header at the top of the screen disappeared as the president came into focus on screen, walking up to a podium and gripping the sides of it for support. He looked like he wasnt ready for whatever it was he was about to say, and nervousness spun off him in webs of blue, yellow, and green.

"My fellow Americans. We are undeniably in a state of emergency."

"No shit Sherlock." Holly grumbled from where she was situated on the couch, shaking her head in disbelief.

"The metahuman crisis has reached a tipping point, and how we act in the next days will determine our survival as a species on this planet. The enemy would have us lay down, submit to their evolved genetics, and allow ourselves to be slaves to their whims. This can not be the case. Since our rise as a country, we have fought back against those that would seek to rule us, and today, I am telling you all, we will fight again. We will not be killed, enslaved, or ruled by the metahumans."

Murmurs could not only be heard in the crowd gathered before the president as he spoke, but within the common room. Some people snapped at the screen as if the man on there could hear their protests. Some swore under their breath. All became tenser with each new word that came out of the mans mouth.

"To this end, I am evoking Article 1, Section 9 of the United States Constitution -"

"Oh fuck." Dr. Ryan proclaimed, making the tension level in the room spike even more.

"- The suspension of habeas corpus due to the need for public safety. I am declaring martial law. The United States military will be rooting out the insurgent metahumans by all means necessary, and, within the next 48 hours, there will be mandatory testing of all individuals within United States borders to determine if they are metahuman or not. My hope is that this action will be temporary, and that once we have secured our country, we will be able to continue on as a glorious country, the best in the world. To this end, I am asking all metahumans, registered or not, to turn themselves into the authority for immediate processing. Those found harboring metahumans will find themselves prosecuted. Aiding and abetting metahumans in any way will also be considered grounds for incarceration. The United Nations resolution passed earlier today, while temporary, supports this action by recognizing that metahumans are dangerous and unpredictable, and ultimately a threat to the safety and security of the people. They are terrorists in our midst, and we can not let them destroy what we have worked for centuries to build up. Prior to this address, I also authorized the increase of guards at the borders. They will not be permitted to escape into Canada or Mexico, nor will we be allowing them into our borders from those locations. Airline travel is currently suspended until we can ensure it is safe from metahuman interference. Again. If you or a loved one is a metahuman, the best course of action is to turn yourself or your loved one in, otherwise you all face penalties. If necessary, citizens may defend themselves from the metahuman threat by any means necessary…"

The president continued on, but by that point, the voices in the common room were so loud that Blaine couldnt make out his words. People were screaming, crying, demanding to know what they were supposed to do, and the hand around Blaines just got tighter and tighter.

"What are we going to do Blaine…?"

Blaine swallowed deeply, peeling his eyes off the screen for the first time since he entered the room to look at Kurt, blue eyes so wide and rimmed with red, threatening to tear up. He didnt have the answer to this. It was nothing that had ever been planned for or discussed. He knew things were bad in some areas, but he didnt realize until this point just how bad they were, and he had managed to remain blissfully ignorant of the resolution debate in the United Nations with the aid of Kurts lips. Now Kurt was looking to him for answers, and he had none to give.

"Howard. Every metahuman you know of. Wipe them off the map!" Dr. Ryan snapped then above the roar of the crowd.

"What?!"
"What do you mean?"
"How…?"

Howard just nodded Dr. Ryans way, typing madly and humming to himself in that irritating way he had when he was focusing on something. Screens and text flashed across the screen so quickly that Blaine couldnt see what was on them as Howard worked furiously to erase their social security numbers, identification records, school transcripts, and anything else that would be proof of their existence.

"If you dont exist…" Dr. Ryan began explaining to the protestors. "... then they cant seek you out for testing."

"But… what about school? Family? Jobs?"

"None of that matters right now. Right now is about surviving whatever hell is about to rain down on our kind."

"Oh god Blaine… my family…" Kurt squeaked, hand still firmly gripped around Blaines. "... I…. my dad….."

Thats when the tears surfaced in Kurts eyes and that was when Blaine pulled Kurt in against him to hold him closely as Kurt had done so many times for him. Howard was erasing their existence… meaning none of them would exist except in memories. For Blaine, that was hardly a concern, but for many people in the room, it was.

"You just cant erase us without reason!" Sebastian snapped.

"Howards only erasing your existence digitally Sebastian. Youll be erased off the planet entirely if the military gets to you." Dr. Ryan snapped right back.

"We dont know that…" Adam offered, uncertainty hovering over him like a cloud.

"We cant risk it."

That was the catalyst to remind everyone they had legs, and people starting moving in all directions and talking loudly as they did. There was talk of fleeing to Canada, going underground, and even preparing themselves to fight - all of which muted Dr. Ryan who just looked down at the floor resignedly.

Blaine continued to hold onto Kurt, who looked up at him with tear glossed irises as he spoke quietly. "Could we escape somewhere?"

Blaine pulled his lower lip between his teeth, worrying it there thoughtfully as he tried to think, tried to come up with something to calm his boyfriend. "Maybe Canada… but if the border really is guarded that well… I dont know."

"Is it safe to stay here?"

Blaine thought for a second, and finally he knew an answer for sure. "Right now. Yeah. I think its the best solution."

At some point the presidential address had ended because the screen was again filled with images of destruction, and scrolling text at the bottom of the screen was summarizing what had been said: U.S.A. under martial law. Airplanes grounded until further notice. All citizens to be tested for metahuman gene. Metahumans to submit to authorities under penalty of incarceration.

People were leaving the common room now. Some declared that they needed to pack up and leave, needed to see their families, even though the threat to them and their loved ones had been made quite clear in the presidential address. Others were going to make a run for the border while there still might be time to. Canada was facing its own share of metahuman problems, but they hadnt, at least not yet, brought down the force of the military to address the situation, so there was still a hope that refugee metahumans might be able to live there.

Blaine eventually submitted to the flood of bodies, leaving the common room with Kurt bound to his side in the wave that led out to the hallways. People were going to their rooms to pack up, or just go to bed to try and forget the changes that were occurring over their heads.

Except those changes didnt go away.

Kurt fell asleep snuggled up in Blaines arms, chest to chest, with his wings spread over what little space Blaine had in his room. Blaine, on the other hand, didnt sleep at all, instead staring up at the white painted ceiling until the afternoon became evening and evening turned into night. He heard voices in the hallways through it all, crying, and calls for order, footsteps and running. New voices were added to the mix, and it took a few hours of those new voices speaking for Blaine to figure out that while they were losing some of the metahumans in the compound as they tried to flee, that others were coming to the compound for sanctuary.

Kurt periodically woke, unspeaking and staring off as absently as Blaine had been until he managed to make himself fall back asleep again. Sixteen hours in all he was in and out of it until he finally sat back up and looked to Blaine.

"We should go out there."

It was the first thing Blaine had heard him say since they were in the common room, and though Blaine was quite content to hide away in his room until someone brought them the news that the outside world had come to its senses, he knew his stomach and his sanity wouldnt be able to manage it.

While they had been safely behind Blaines door, people had been arriving in droves - certainly in more numbers than Blaine would have thought. There were cots set up in the hallways with hastily packed luggage tucked beneath them. People, young and old, sitting blank faced in them and barely acknowledging Blaine and Kurt as they exited the room.

"Hummel. You mind rooming with Anderson? We need more rooms."

Dr. Ryan was clearly trying to organize things with his makeshift greeting, and Kurt just nodded his way, slipping away from Blaine and to his own room to gather his things. There was no discussion about it, no special "moving in together" talk that couples usually graduated to over time, just an acceptance that it was necessary. Blaine couldnt imagine being separated from Kurt with the current situation anyhow, and it wasnt like they hadnt lived together before.

Once Kurt was moved in, they journeyed to the cafeteria, full with more unfamiliar faces, though all were similarly vacant and disbelieving. Someone was now taking care of cooking full time, and simple meals were being offered in a buffet cart Blaine hadnt known existed. Blaine and Kurt joined the others, eating quietly and looking only to eat other as they spoke with their eyes.

Then was the return to the common room.

It was as busy as it had been left the day before, the news still on with that grim red warning at the top of the screen. New footage of attacks by metahumans and attacks on metahumans was being aired and it was hard to tell them apart.

"Kurt…?"

It was a woman with blonde hair and round blue eyes, with more life around her than anyone else around that seemed to wake Kurt from his zombie like state. He looked at her in quiet disbelief for a moment before quietly whispering.

"Brittany?"

There was a girlish squeal, and Blaines boyfriend was soon encased in a full body hug by the girl. Several people looked their way, but then looked back to the television just as quickly, leaving Blaine to try and figure out who this person was and if he needed to save Kurt from her.

"Oh. I love your wings! I wish you had let me see them before!" The girl uttered, reaching out to touch the limbs of Kurts wings with reverence. It made Blaines stomach twist uncomfortably. He was the only one that should be able to touch Kurts wings.

"Ah… thanks… Brittany… why are you here?" Kurt fluffed his wings out a little at the touch, his feathers only just peaking out with little black tufts.

"Im a level one…. course, you didnt know that. I have crazy psychic math abilities."

That seemed to give Kurt a lot of pause, as the shock vibrated off him in waves of green and gold. Clearly this was not someone Kurt expected to be a metahuman.

"Well… wow…. Im glad you made it out then."

There was another hug, and Kurt remembered Blaine beside him and introduced them. The girl was Brittany Pierce, another student from McKinley and one that had been kind to Kurt regardless of his sexuality and voice. He counted her among his friends, and she was delighted to hear as much, giving him yet another hug upon that pronouncement.

"Do you know Santana?" was the question she posed to them once introductions were complete, and both boys shook their heads.

"Oh. Shes going to meet me here. Shes my dolphin."

"You have a pet dolphin?" Kurt queried, enunciating each syllable slowly.

Brittany shook her head, "Oh no. Thats what I call her. My girlfriend Santana. She can swim with the dolphins. I met her when I first came here. She had just found out about her powers too. She said she was on her way here when I called her."

"Well… well keep an eye out for her." Blaine offered, receiving a genuinely happy smile from Brittany who then turned back to Kurt and began asking him a million and one questions.

In a way, Blaine was glad for it. It took the pressure off him to keep Kurts mind occupied and allowed him to wallow in his own brain for awhile. There was nothing he could think of to do to fix things, and if the news on the screen was any indication, things were getting worse, not better.

That was just the beginning too.

Days passed, more refugees arrived, including Santana whose abilities were centered around being able to breath underwater and speak the language of the mammals in the deep. The corridors and halls were completely littered with people, and Blaine was glad that he and Kurt at least had the privacy of a room, even if it was tiny. At least they werent being stepped around or over all the time.

They took turns sleeping at night. Not because of any imminent threat, but because of the worries that plagued them. The only time they could sleep was when their body made their brain shut down out of sheer exhaustion. This seemed to occur every second night, and on nights opposite one another. Instead of their bed sharing being romantic, it was cool. There were too many people around to enjoy each others company in the way Blaine wanted to, and too many fears making their hearts feel numb. They held one another, but it was chaste, and out of a need to feel safe, more like roommates or brothers than boyfriends.

Tunnels were dug out from two of the far reaching corridors, set up to function as escape routes in case their little haven was discovered. Everyone took their turns in digging and engineering them. The one place Blaine enjoyed in the compound, the pool, was closed off to make room for more people and save their energy reserves. Water wasnt an issue where they were at least, so close to the Great Lakes, but heating the water required energy that was deemed necessary to ration.

Those that had their identities removed by Howard, and that didnt have any physical qualities of being a metahuman went on grocery runs. They had to be cautious. No one bought any more than what a regular family might eat, and were on a schedule to go buy more at regular intervals so as not to arouse suspicion. Blaine was one of the ones who had to go up, much to Kurts protests and ended up wearing his Kevlar costume under his regular clothing to satisfy Kurts need for him to be as safe as possible. It was nice to take a break to the surface, even if he was looking over his shoulder constantly. The air in the compound had become stale, filled with the sweat of a hundred others, a backlog of garbage, and worry.

Kurt had begun to work on a new costume for himself to keep himself occupied. It looked a lot like the old one, which Blaine wondered to himself about since he was sure Kurt really didnt like the design Isabelle had come up with initially. To this one was added in a thinner layer of the same protective kevlar Blaine had in his costume, and a few more built in pockets that Kurt said was necessary for carrying supplies.

"What is it that you need to carry?" Blaine had asked quietly when he was looking over Kurt at the sewing machine he was using, pulling the fabric in and out below the needle for reasons Blaine couldnt discern.

"First aid… maybe some small rations… a compass…"

"Sounds more like things youd take on a camping trip."

Bright blue eyes had looked up to Blaine then as Kurt paused in his work. "Or things wed need if we needed to escape without warning."

Blaine had just snapped his lips closed with that bit of information, looking back to Kurt and wishing he had the lack of restraint he needed in order to project a feeling of peace onto Kurt, or at the very least - less anxiety. It might not be the right thing to feel with their circumstances, but Blaine couldnt help but want to give Kurt the serenity he thought he deserved.

It didnt help that Kurt hadnt heard from his father either. Each day Blaine passed by the library after doing his afternoon tunnel digging shift and glanced inside at the little book and computer filled room where Kurt would sit in front of the screen, staring at his email inbox at a message that had not come. Kurt hadnt spoken to Blaine about it, but like so much that went unsaid, it didnt mean that Blaine didnt know much it bothered Kurt - even more because there was nothing he could do to fix it.

So he held Kurt closely, made sure he ate instead of just picking at his food, and kept him warm at night. They spoke less the more crowded it became in the compound. Silence was at a premium after all, and even though Blaine just wanted to hear Kurts voice lift up in joy, he knew it wasnt about to happen. It was in that noiselessness that they watched the news each evening; watched more attacks, raids on homes with metahumans, watched what seemed to be complete chaos in the major urban centers all around the world - usually documented with cell phones or security cameras since no one could predict when these things would happen. They watched their kind die on television, taking regular humans with them, either because of their malice or in self defense. It was horrific, and yet they watched it with religious vigor.

A makeshift church had been set up in the corner of the cafeteria. They had been invited to join the regular prayer circles there many times, but never accepted.

"Were not going to be able to leave here without dying are we?"

That was the question Kurt posed one night, two weeks after the attacks had begun. Blaine wasnt facing him, turned away in his small spoon position with a black feathered wing over him in what he had begun to realize was Kurts means of protecting him as he slept.

"Well survive Kurt… I wont let anything happen to you…."

"How can we stop it though? You saw what they did to that girl who could make herself invisible? She had the power to disappear and still was killed…"

It had been on the news that evening. A girl no older than fifteen in Moscow that still hadnt completely figured out how to control her abilities and had phased in and out of being in the middle of a crowd. All the guns were turned on her, and despite going transparent, she couldnt escape the hail of shots that took her and her family down together, leaving them in bits and pieces for everyone to see.

"Kurt. Ill keep you safe."

"But…. how?"

Blaine sighed. Kurt had to know Blaine was just trying to appease him, try to make him feel better, and yet that didnt stop Blaine from speaking as if he really did have the answers.

"Well escape if they find the compound. Youll fly us away… as far as you can get us. Well find the most remote place we can and hide away there. Well survive Kurt. I promise."

He got a weak and pitiful sigh in response, but no actual words as Kurt held him fast around the waist. If only Blaine could read minds like he could read emotion - though he wasnt actually sure hed allow himself to read Kurts mind if he could if only because he didnt want to lose his trust.

"I love you Kurt… sleep. Well talk about it in the morning."

"I love you too."

They never parted from one another, be it physically or for sleep, without telling one another that. Too many crying metahumans had come in lamenting the fact that they hadnt been able to say it to loved ones before they had to flee, and they had both wordlessly decided they wouldnt be counted among those that had that regret.

They didnt talk about it in the morning though. Or the next day, or the next. A week went by of zombie like existence before Dr. Ryan knocked on their door early one morning to check their status and look at Kurts new feathers with some degree of enthusiasm, fascinated by the change in color. Kurt seem less amused by his black feathers, citing that they seemed to reflect the dark situation their kind was in, and that they made him look even more like a bird than the white ones did.

He still looked gorgeous to Blaine. Melancholy and coal colored wings didnt change a damned thing. Even the dark circles under Kurts eyes from not sleeping for a couple nights in a row had no effect on his beauty.

"You hate them too, dont you?" Kurt asked after Dr. Ryan had left.

Blaine was quick to shake his head. "No… why would you ever -"

"You never touch them anymore." Kurt interjected.

"Because I dont want to make you feel… like that… when things arent good." Blaine admitted bashfully, admonishing himself internally for not even being able to say the word aroused in front of his boyfriend.

"It would be better than feeling numb."

Blaine looked over Kurts face, and then his aura, which really hadnt changed at all despite the conversation, still waves of blue, green, and yellow, before reaching out without permission to touch the limbs of Kurts wings which were so glossy looking now with the black feathers that coated them.

Kurt tensed immediately, but then as Blaine worked his fingers into the skin he relaxed, eventually stepping in against Blaine and resting his head on Blaines shoulder while Blaine continued the massage. Little by little Blaine rubbed the tension out of Kurt, changing those cool hues above him to warm ones and succumbing to a buildup of heat within his own too tight pants.

"Kurt…"

"Mmm?"

"Im… ah…"

"What?"

Kurt pulled his head back and up to look at Blaine then, since Blaine seemed to forget how to form words, much less a response to Kurts query. For a moment he looked at Blaines red painted cheeks and eyes that tried to avoid contact, and then the ever rare Kurt grin crossed his face his lips opened up in a chuckle.

"God Blaine…" Kurt uttered between intakes of laughing breaths, taking one of Blaines hands away from his wings and moving it between them until it was forced against Kurts pelvis, where Blaine blushed all the more brightly when he found himself touching Kurts erection through his pants. "Youre cute when youre flustered."

Blaine wasnt sure what to do then. It was easier with Kurts wings. Even though they were erogenous zones as well, there was just that stigma that came with touching something that was supposed to remain covered all the time. So his hand remained frozen in place between Kurts crotch and Kurts hand that had directed him there, rapidly forming sweat in the palm that matched the sweat beading along his forehead.

"I… Kurt… I…"

He really needed to figure out how to talk coherently and be turned on at the same time.

"Shh… you dont have to say anything…." Kurt cooed, arching his body against Blaines hand and letting out a shuddering breath as he found friction in the motion, deep purple spikes shooting off of his body like fireworks in Blaines eyes.

So Blaine stayed quiet, thankful for the reprieve from speaking so he could instead focus on trying to replicate those bursts of lust coming off Kurt. His brain reminded his hand how to move, and while one hand worked diligently along Kurts wing limb, the other stroked tentatively through the fabric of Kurts pants giving Blaine a good idea of the length and girth of Kurts shaft as he let his fingers and palm explore the area.

His reward was given in short gasping breaths, accented by sweet whines that rose in pitch with each successive stroke. Moments was all it took for Kurts weight to be completely against Blaine, whose ears were having an orgasm of their own at the guttural sounds his boyfriend was making. Explosions of purple, indigo, and deep red filled his vision. The first blend of those colors he had seen in real life, and ones he only knew from those movies he watched when he had lived on his own and needed some relief. He was doing that to Kurt. The realization made him groan throatily and work more quickly, getting even faster breaths out of Kurt and having to take on more of his weight as Kurts knees seemed to turn to jelly below him and Blaine had to use the hand on Kurts wing to catch him and pull them back together on the bed so he could continue without worrying about Kurt collapsing.

He hadnt been watching the clock in the room, but Blaine knew when Kurt looked up at his with wide, water rimmed blue eyes and lips tightly clenched together that the time had come. His hand hadnt even begun to cramp, and his boyfriend, even more beautiful in this moment, was biting back the noises Blaine wanted to hear but knew Kurt didnt want the people out in the hall to hear, was having an orgasm from his touch.

The bright colors faded after a moment, and the whimpers subsided along with them as Kurt fell into Blaines waiting arms, breathing more softly now, and so much more relaxed than Blaine could remember seeing him since coming to the compound.

"Ill…. you…."

"Its okay…" Blaine murmured, brushing a stray hair away from Kurts forehead where sweat was gluing it down, "... its okay."

"Mmmm."

Kurt fell asleep there, and Blaine kept holding him, ignoring the knocks on the door that came an hour later asking if Blaine was in there and if he was going to do his shift on tunnel digging. He would miss it, and he didnt care. All Blaine cared about was dozing in his arms. Kurt was finally getting a real rest for the first time in weeks, and Blaine wasnt going to move an inch and disrupt it. His own erection had fallen flat not long after Kurt had fallen asleep, ignored and unattended to - but again, it wasnt a concern to him.

Lunch came and went, another knock on the door this time asking if Kurt was there and if he was going to do his tunnel shift which again went ignored. It wasnt until Santana, whom Blaine had quickly learned had a voice enough for all of those who had been rendered mute by the devastation above, banged on the door and woke Kurt up as she demanded their immediate attention.

"Hey boys! Get out here! News is going to be showing something major right away!"

Kurt groaned as he was forced out of sleep, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands and then looking up at Blaine. That was when he must have remembered how they had ended up in that position and his cheeks bruised up with pink. "Oh.."

"Hey."

Kurt leaned up and gave Blaine a chaste little kiss before pulling back and standing up, grimacing as he tugged at his pants and muttered something about drying stickiness. That was Blaines cue to leave the room so Kurt could change, walking down the hall to the cafeteria, where the television had been moved since that room could accommodate more people, and hung back in the doorway since the room was packed with bodies.

The president was on the news again, already in the middle of an address and gripping that same podium from weeks before as he looked intently upon the crowd of journalists before him that were bombarding him with flashes of light as they took his picture.

"... The threat has been graver than we could have imagined. Metahumans have been underreported and this means there have been more of them than we anticipated. Our people have suffered unacceptable losses at their hands, as have other nations. They care for no one but themselves, and if we let them continue to survive then they will surely work to end us. We must not allow ourselves to be a history lesson. Humanity must endure. Borders no longer matter. Today I have spoken with a number of world leaders and we are creating a unified front to deal with the metahuman scourge. We are sharing our scientists and our resources. We will end them before they end us."

"Jesus… Blaine…." Kurt uttered as he stepped up beside Blaine and looked at the screen with a shake of his head.

Blaine gave Kurt an acknowledging nod, looking over the room. Where fear had been the common denominator of the metahumans that had been together weeks ago for the first presidential address, now there was resignation. So many of the metahumans in the room had accepted what the president was saying. They thought themselves as a scourge, something that deserved to be, and would be, destroyed.

That was when the light clicked on in Blaines head and he looked over at Kurt, feeling like he could finally compose a decent thought again as he whispered.

"We need to leave here before they find this place Kurt… we cant wait to be found."