TRIGGER WARNING: Minor character death! If I had known when I began writing this that it would turn out this way I would have warned you all sooner - but this chapter took on a life of its own. Apologies.

Thanks to everyone for their kind words and support. It seems I have a lot of people out there that I can rely on for affirmation, and I want you to know that I will give it back in spades. Theres not a lot of people Im good friends with in my area - since Im not a gun-toting, quad-riding, Jesus-loving, school drop-out that smokes like a chimney. In fact, most of my good friends are other teachers since we tend to be the only ones around that do things like… read, or… watch the news. I know that it probably makes me sound like an uppity b*tch to say all that, but its how I feel about the area I live in and until I can become queen of the world - itll have to do.

Also, thanks to many readers for the validation on my geography. I picked Washington State because Ive gone through it a number of times, including this past summer when the family and I actually camped through most of the Cascade Mountain Range, Olympic National Park, and finally went back into Canada from Port Angeles. Its a very beautiful, and geographically varied state - with fabulous highways. My favourite part was the Columbia Basin - a place where I literally stepped out of the vehicle and my pale skin burnt up right away. Its also a state Ill be referencing in Hell & High Water Part 3 because I am more comfortable with it compared to other coastal locations.

All that being said though - will our little group actually make it that far? )

Sleeping alongside Kurt was something that seemed inherently natural to Blaine. Since they had begun to share a bed, he had quickly fallen into an easy routine with Kurt, that consisted of him entangling his limbs around Kurt, and Kurt working unconsciously to free himself of those bindings. In the day, Kurt said it was because it was too sweaty, and Blaines chest hair tickled him - even though it was under his pyjama tops and only the forceful stray one could penetrate the fabric. Blaine knew better though. He knew that Kurt had spent so much of his life binding his wings back, that it was unfathomable to allow himself to be held down anymore.

Not that it stopped Blaine when he was semi-conscious and in need of a good snuggle. Even though they had only just begun to sleep alongside one another, Blaine couldnt imagine sleeping alone ever again. It was like he knew he was made to be with someone else. Nothing felt as safe, or as right.

He had also been good about keeping a grip on his emotions. It was easier when he was conscious, ensuring that he didnt accidentally project emotions on anyone. When he was asleep though… that had taken him a couple years to figure out, and at much too high a cost. Blaine had had to study lucid dreaming, and now, with the exception of his nightmare awhile back, he was generally able to keep tabs on his unconscious emotions. He wouldnt let himself hurt Kurt. He would keep him safe.

Which explained, at least in his own mind, why he was always seeking out Kurts soft, pliant body in his sleep. Blaine needed to ensure he was there, and okay, and, like so many nights before, Kurt had managed to wriggle free of his octopus like grip at some point and shift over to the small side of the bed he had claimed as his own.

"Oh… baby… right there… yeah! There!"

It was the first thing Blaine heard upon gaining enough consciousness to seek out Kurt, and it made his eyes snap fully open. He wasnt alone though in hearing those words. Kurt was also awake, grimacing up at the ceiling with gritted teeth.

"You like that? Mmm… how about this?"
"Oh! Oh!"

Kurts aura shone more discomfort than surprise. He had heard this before, and Blaine recalled how Kurt had mentioned in the past few days that Blaine was able to sleep through anything. This was what he had been talking about.

"Come on baby. Come on…."
"Ooooohhhh!"

Had Kurt really been surviving this noise on his own? Just as Blaines jaw dropped a fraction of a centimeter, Kurts eyes fell to the side, locking onto Blaines. He wordlessly lifted a finger up to his lips, silencing anything Blaine might have had the gall to say in favor of listening to the sloppy sound of wet skin on skin. Until this point, with Blaines preference for men, he hadnt ever even considered how two women might have sex together, but now he was forced to try and figure out just what that sound was.

"Yes! Yes! Rock my world baby!"
"Oh! God yes! Please!"

Bile rose up in Blaines throat, even though he laid on his side. Those girls were anything but quiet, and he had thought, wrongly apparently, that by allowing them to share the room that they would be gracious guests. Clearly he had been wrong, and Kurt had been suffering for it.

Thankfully there was nothing after that final outburst but low, breathy panting and then the snapping of kissing. The girls shuffled a little and then, not quickly enough for Blaines liking, fell asleep with little growling snores that mirrored one anothers.

"How long?" Blaine mouthed over to Kurt, not daring to even whisper for fear of one of them waking up.

Kurt rolled his eyes and lifted up six fingers. Six nights of this. God. Blaine shook his head and gave Kurt the best apologetic face he could muster. Hed have to figure out how to make it right. Or, at least, find them both some noise cancelling headphones.

A downy, black wing pulled Blaine in amidst his ponderings; Kurt initiating the rare snuggle which Blaine took full advantage of by folding his arms and legs around Kurt.

"Youre such a furnace…" Kurt whispered as Blaine tucked his head in under Kurts chin, cheek flush against the top of Kurts chest where there was baby fine hair that couldnt be seen unless you squinted.

Blaine didnt respond, listening instead to the thump-thump-thump of Kurts heart through his ribs and the huff-huuu-huff-huuu of his breathing as it slowed until he fell asleep. Blaine loved to look at Kurts aura when he slept. Vivid blues and greens, dancing around him of their own accord. There was a reason those were colors used for babies so much. They were calming, restful, and they were what eventually coaxed Blaine back into his own dreams.

Kurt didnt want to address the noisy sex when Blaine asked the next morning, wrinkling his nose up at the suggestion.

"I dont really think Santana is the type to be scandalized by that. In fact, shed probably just be louder about it to spite us."

Kurt was right. Hell, Kurt was ALWAYS right. Somehow, despite the fact that Blaine was the one who could read emotions, Kurt always could read people better.

They were leaving in three days. They had their bags packed and ready, and Kurt was making the final adjustments on their clothing. The only thing left to do was to try and send messages out to Isabelle and Elliott, and collect a few more rations for the road.

"Any news?" Kurt would ask daily of Holly, who had taken more and more to wearing, or at least morphing into, a big fuzzy red robe around the compound.

"Nada." was the reply. It was always the reply. She had tried to explain to them both early on that they werent likely to hear from anyone out of New York. Isabelle was registered, which meant she was either incarcerated, dead, or on the run. Elliott had family, and family meant he was sticking near home and trying to blend in to avoid being caught… if he hadnt been caught already.

There was no more news about the pro-metahuman group that Burt had been spearheading, no matter how long Kurt watched the news. It had likely been censored, according to Dr. Ryan, as the government liked to ensure their view was the only one citizens were exposed to. Every history textbook that Blaine had ever read for school was coming alive when it came to the news, and just like his history teachers had warned him - the past was being repeated by those who hadnt studied it. Propaganda, genocide, fear mongering, and deception. The media wasnt controlled by the people, it was being used to control the people.

Yet Blaines old history teachers, for all their good intent in teaching him and his classmates, didnt provide Blaine the answers he needed now.

What can people do to stop it?

There wasnt an answer, at least not one that Blaine could figure out in the occasional quiet moments when he was alone with his thoughts. Those times were getting fewer and fewer, especially with Santana and Brittany now in their room, making all sorts of nausea-inducing noises at all hours of the night. Blaine had only recently been introduced to the extent of their intimacy, but even before that he often had fallen asleep to the sounds of them smacking lips.

"I think we should wear our outfits under regular clothing for the next couple days…" Kurt mused as he stood up from Blaines ankles where he had made the final stitch, looking over his handiwork thoughtfully. "Make sure theyre tough enough to handle the elements and comfortable enough to wear no matter what were doing."

Blaine circled his shoulders back, testing the stretch of the jacket fabric as he swung his arms around. It felt good enough to him, but Kurt, being Kurt, was being cautious. "You just want to make sure Im bulletproof."

"If there was a way I could stitch the kevlar into your face I would…" Kurt sighed softly in response, eyes lifting from Blaines torso to his lips. "... If theres anything Ive learned in my life its that you cant be too safe."

"Well be on our way soon… and then well find - or make - a place thats just ours. Like the farmhouse."

"But we wont ever be safe."

No, Blaine agreed internally with a frown tugging down the corners of his mouth, no matter how much I try I wont be able to make the world truly safe for us. For you.

Wearing the costumes underneath their clothes gave Brittany the impression that they had gained weight, which she noted with an obnoxious laugh after poking Kurt in the stomach.

"Can you have babies? Or would they be eggs?"

"Theyre just hoarding too much of the cafeteria food Brit. Theyre not pregnant." Santana snickered, looking at her girlfriend and not Kurt - whose expression was getting more exasperated by the second. He hated being touched without permission. He would have made a terrible pregnant woman - having to cope with strangers wanting to touch his bubble belly all the time. It was a phenomenon Blaine never understood, and one that seemed uniquely female.

Though he never remembered his mom ever indulging in it.

Brittany and Santana joined them now for most meals, when they werent sneaking off to the bedroom to make-out anyhow. Brittany, as it turned out, had been sent to the compound by her parents with lots of cash, and an emergency credit card. They used it to reserve a rental van that they would use to travel part of the way to Washington before switching vehicles. At that point they would pay cash so it would be harder to track where they had gone if anyone looked into her familys accounts.

Their plans to leave couldnt have been more timely either. Each day new refugees joined the compound at an alarming rate. There was no way this place wouldnt be found out, and it would probably be sooner rather than later. It was so bad that people were now taking up residence in the cafeteria and bathrooms at night. Privacy was nonexistent, and Blaine wasnt sure how the compound was getting away with pumping out the volume of sewage that came with all the residents using the bathrooms. Someone had to be taking notice, or, at the very least, someone would take notice soon.

"I say we take a detour to Mount Rushmore. See what all the fuss is about." Santana spoke up, eyeing Blaine over a forked piece of beige potato that was about to go into her mouth. He had been daydreaming again. He was bad for it.

"No detours. Especially not to tourist traps where therell be a ton of people with cameras." Kurt retorted, ignoring his own food. Despite the extra layer of clothing on him, Blaine could see he had lost weight in the past weeks.

"You can stay in the van." Santana huffed, speaking around the now mashed potato in her mouth. "We can go see it. No one has to see those wings of yours."

"No. We need to stay on the road and keep driving. I cant drive without risking people seeing my wings so you three need to go in shifts. If we detour then we screw up the whole schedule."

"For someone being chauffeured youre awfully demanding."

If it were possible, Blaine was sure he would have been able to see steam coming off of Kurts head then. "Its not like I wouldnt drive if I could."

Meanwhile, Brittany was calculating aloud, though no one seemed to be paying any attention to her aside from Blaine. "Two days, including rest stops and detours around major cities… Mount Rushmore would add an additional two hours of driving plus sightseeing time…."

-CRACK-BOOM!-

Their conversations, or in Brittanys case, one sided dialogue, ended abruptly with the shaking of the cement walls and the shuddering of the foundation below their feet. Some people in the cafeteria cried out in surprise, but most people went silent, looking up at the ceiling for answers, or at least a source of the shockwave. It took mere milliseconds for one tremor to lead into the next, this time accompanied by what were either the sounds of fireworks or bullet sprays, and Blaine was betting that there wasnt a celebration going on over their heads to warrant the first option.

"Run! Get your stuff!" Santana cried, standing up and grabbing Brittany by the hand and dashing off while pieces of broken ceiling tile scattered around them like heavy snowfall from the earthquake like sensations that had overwhelmed them.

Everyone else had the same idea, and given that there was only one exit out of the cafeteria, a bottleneck effect occurred at the door. They were all crammed into it, and when they finally made it to the hallway, Blaines face fell when he saw that it was much the same in both directions. No one was moving anywhere fast.

"Can you fly?"

Kurt looked at him blankly, his aura largely unreadable aside from some skepticism. "Theres no room for me to try Blaine… I couldnt even lift off because my wings dont have the space."

So they shoved through the swath of people, cringing each time the rat-a-tat-tat of bullets went off above them. They needed to get out before those bullets came down to their level, and it was getting increasingly hard to pinpoint where the military was located above them as the screams and panic levels around them rose and muted out the sounds above.

"Blaine. We need to split up. You need to get the bags, and I need to grab some food… we dont have enough -"

"Well get some on the way!" Blaine snapped. They werent splitting up. Blaine had seen enough movies to know what happened when people split up. It wasnt going to happen.

"No! Theyll be checking the rest stops for escapees now! This is our only chance to get some food!"

"No its not! Youre being insane! Well find food. Hunt if need be. Were not splitting up!"

Kurt wasnt the only one being irrational. Flames of confusion and chaos where fired up among everyone down the hall, only intermittently broken up by the warmer colors of anger, which itself wasnt a good indicator of quality decision making. It didnt matter how Kurt argued anyhow. They were too jam packed among other bodies moving in all directions to easily split and Blaine took advantage of that fact by grabbing Kurts hand and holding it fiercely in his own.

"Im not leaving you."

Kurt seemed to recognize the insistence in his voice, that, or he finally recognized the illogical way he had been behaving and clammed up about separating. Together they slowly oozed along with the group, towards their room where they had a moment of breathing space to grab their bags, thankfully prepared, and return to the chaos outside their door. The girls had already grabbed their own bags by the looks of things, much more hastily packed since Santana had assured herself and Brittany that they could do it the night before they left and that way wash what they had to ensure they had the maximum amount of clean clothing. It was the one time Santana hadnt listened to Brittany, who had insisted there was a always a greater probability of the compound being found out before their expected departure date, and a choice Santana was surely regretting now.

In the fray, Kurt had to hold his wings firm against his back. A couple of times people had tried to grab onto the wings to pull themselves along, plucking feathers which brought tears of pain to the rims of Kurts blue eyes. Blaine couldnt have that. Regardless of who they were and despite being just as panicked as he was, Blaine gave both individuals earfuls. It prompted them to back off a step, but they still remained hot on Blaine and Kurts heels - safer to be yelled at than shot.

The fire of bullets was getting closer, yet they were moving just as slowly as they had been in the beginning. Frantic attempts to move towards one of the tunnels only delayed things further as people dropped things or lost people in the chaos. This was not the way things were supposed to go. This was not where Blaine wanted to die.

"Shit. Blaine. Look!"

On the floor, huddled against the wall was a girl - probably around their own age. It looked like she had been stomped down and was now semi-conscious and using the wall as a support. People were filing over her like she was a bump in the floor, ignoring her despite the fact that she was bruised and bleeding. They were leaving her for dead.

"We need to keep moving." Blaine stammered, eyes locked on the metahuman mass on the floor. There had been a time he had saved people. Now he was only intent on saving himself and Kurt.

Kurt ignored him, bending over and stretching his wings out just enough to act as a shield as they reached her. He picked her up easily, and she flopped against him lifelessly. Blaine stood by Kurt, shooting angry glares at those who swore at them for holding up the line - if it could be called that.

"Shes breathing… barely." Kurt yelled, though in the noise it sounded more like a whisper to Blaines ears. He nodded and they trudged forth, now with human cargo. They had no time to discuss it or debate over it. Kurt saved the girl and Blaine would have to be alright with that.

The screams seemed to increase in volume, getting closer to them with each step. Kurt kept his eyes focused on what was ahead, but Blaine couldnt help but look back.

Sparks. He saw sparks, and then realized they were at the ends of slender looking guns which were aimed towards the crowd and mowing metahumans down behind them. The walls, once grey and white where people had bothered to paint them, were now splattered with red, already drying into brown, abstract clumps. People were being slaughtered. It was like the scenes on the news they had been watching night after night, but now the news had come to them. Blaine could see a camera behind the men, or what he assumed were men, fully attired in green camouflage (what good the camouflage did in this building was beyond him), filming the whole scene. No doubt to air on the next nightly news. They were just a brief story. Something to illuminate the dinner tables of regular humans across the nation as they talked about school and work.

"Were almost there Blaine… " Kurt yelled from beside him, and though he knew it was probably true, he couldnt unglue his eyes from what he was coming from. Part of it was sheer disbelief that he was truly seeing people die, the other part was making sure those guns didnt turn on Kurt.

The bodies of the people they had once shared this place with were unrecognizable, left where they fell as the military men stepped over them much as the metahumans had done with the girl in Kurts hands before. Blaine couldnt make out anyones faces, and he wasnt sure if he should be grateful for that fact or worried that he couldnt recognize them because of the blood that covered their features. So many of the shots were headshots. These men didnt make mistakes.

So much for kevlar protection on their bodies. Kurt was right to want to somehow protect their faces.

"Blaine! Kurt! Hurry!" A voice called from on ahead, and the only reason Blaine was able to identify it as Adam was because Kurt called his name out in return. Those men were advancing too quickly upon them, only slowed by having to trudge over bodies.

So many bodies.

The smell of fresh air hit Blaine then, a sharp contrast to the smell of stale bodies and coppery blood from the hallways, and for a moment he snapped his head forward to make sure his senses werent deceiving him. The ladder up the tunnel was right in front of them, and Adam was directly them up. Kurt thanked him, made him promise to follow them, and then hefted the girl over his shoulder like she was nothing in order to ascent the ladder. In any other moment, Kurts show of strength would have been awe inspiring. In this moment, Blaine was just grateful Kurt wasnt slowing down.

Taking the ladder rungs in hand after Kurt had gotten up a ways, Blaine looked from behind him to Adam, mouthing a thank you before he took the first pull up on his own ascension. No matter how jealous hed been of Adam before, he had to credit him with being braver in that moment than Blaine had ever been before. He would have to tell him. Have to apologize for stealing Kurt from Adam when he was trying to woo him.

Except he wouldnt be able to.

A shot ricocheted off the side of the tunnel where a metal brace had been put up, whizzing past Blaines side and narrowly missing his hip. If it had him him there, it might have winded him, but the kevlar should have stopped it from doing any lasting damage.

Instead the bullet struck Adam, and Blaine froze in place as he watched the man-goat crumple to the ground. A second ago they had shared eye contact, a silent communication, now he was on the ground. Dead, or quickly on his way there. Blaine hadnt even seen where he had been shot, but knew by the amount of red flowing out of his body that there was no way Adam had gotten off easy.

"Blaine! Come on!" Kurt called above him. Blaine kept looking down at Adams body, so twisted upon itself, as he lifted himself up the ladder rung by rung. He kept staring until he reached the top, where Kurt pulled him into his arms, and used his hands to direct Blaines face at his own.

"We cant think about it now. We have to move."

So they did. Scattering just as everyone else was in all directions. They had a plan however. A meeting place with the girls. Gunshots still echoed behind them, but the tunnel had slowed them down from following, and the military clearly hadnt anticipated the tunnel exits the metahumans had created because there was no traps in place to catch them as they escaped.

After awhile, it got quieter. People had dispersed, and after running until Blaines lungs couldnt handle it anymore, they paused and finally looked back. There was ash in the sky, rising above what must have been the compound. Blaine could only guess the shakes and booms they had first heard were from the compound being bombed or shelled, resulting in the smoke rising up now.

It was a cemetery now.

Kurt still had the girl over one of his shoulders, and had it not been for her, Blaine would have suggested Kurt try flying them both off. Instead they took a moment and then began to run again. Hopefully the girls would be in the meeting spot and they could keep moving.

Blaine wanted to put as much distance between himself and that place as possible.

There was an old, boarded up gas station. At some point there had been painted, red letters on the sign outside of it. D T S was all that could be made out now. Three letters with no meaning other than that it was their safe place. Blaine directed Kurt towards it, since Kurt hadnt been out of the compound since they had come to it. It was a place Blaine and Santana had scoped out on a grocery run, far enough away from the compound to, hopefully, avoid the eyes of any military personnel, but close enough that they could get there on foot.

A set of duffel bags were what Blaine first saw when he rushed around back, out of view of the road, and he knew then that the girls had made it. Two sets of feet was what he saw next, but when he looked up at the bodies connected to those heads, he was taken aback.

"Sebastian?"

One of the bodies wasnt Brittany, but instead the guy that had been vying for Blaine without him realizing. Like Kurt and Blaine, Santana and Sebastian were sweaty, clothing sticking against them like a second coat of skin. Despite being Brittany-less though, Santana didnt look upset.

"Brit went ahead to rent the van early.. before the story breaks and the military send people to scout out the towns around here."

"Youre… not worried about her?" Kurt asked, glancing between Santana and then Sebastian with a noticeable spike of yellow worry darting over his head.

"She can handle herself just fine." Santana grumbled, then nodding her chin towards the girl on Kurts shoulder. "Whos that?"

"Dont know. She was stampeded over in the halls…." Kurt said, kneeling down and delicately laying the girl out on the grass. "Get me the first aid kit out of our bag Blaine."

Blaine complied, kneeling down alongside Kurt and serving as a makeshift nurse as Kurt checked over the bruising and cuts on the girl, who, despite being marked up, was clearly quite pretty with flaxen blonde hair and sharp facial features. She must have been new to to the compound because Blaine couldnt recall seeing her before, not that he paid anyone much mind except for his small circle of friends and Kurt.

Santana also helped, grumbling about taking on another passenger, which Kurt quickly shot down by noting that Santana had done the same thing with Sebastian.

"Well maybe shes queer too and we can call this whole trip a gay-adventure."

Sebastian, Kurt, and Blaine all rolled their eyes at that.

No more words were spoken as they impatiently waited for Brittany, Kurt tending to his patient while Blaine double checked what supplies they had. Sebastian hadnt had a chance to grab anything, but ensured hed make up for the lack of planning by using what he dubbed his Silver Tongue ability.

"I guess it doesnt much matter now who we bring." Blaine admitted, looking off towards where the blue sky was marred by chalky grey smoke still rising. "So long as we stay alive."

As Santana predicted, Brittany returned, driving a rickety white van that looked like the beginning of every news story Blaine had ever seen about guys trying to pick up little kids. Regardless, it was their way out, and so Santana climbed into the passenger seat while the rest of them went into the back where there were no seats, but an empty cargo area which half of was taken up by the girls limp body. Kurt had decided, on his own authority, that the girl was probably fine and had just been knocked out.

Not wanting to face anymore death that day, Blaine had nodded in agreement with the prognosis.

The ride was silent, with even Brittany and Santana not speaking. Sebastian kept an eye out the back window while Kurt stared down at the girl, but looked through her more than at her. Blaine just stared at the side of the van.

He stared at metal, but all he saw was bodies dropping. Again and again and again. The same tape in his mind playing over and over.

"Your heart is beating fast." Kurt mumbled a short while later, meant for only Blaine to hear but the small space resulted in everyone glancing his way before looking back to whatever it was they had been focusing on before.

"We just ran for our lives Kurt…"

"I know."

"I saw people die."

"I know."

"Adam died."

"... I know."

Quiet again. Brittany turned on the radio, only to have Santana to smack it off the instant the news came on to report a metahuman stronghold had been successfully raided. After a couple hours, they pulled over so Santana and Brittany could trade places, continuing the drive. Blaine didnt watch to see any of the signs they passed, knowing only that they werent being followed as far as he could tell.

Besides, all he could see, again, and again, and again… was the compound.

"This is as close as well get to a private rest stop for awhile. Take a piss and wash what you can because you all stink." Santana declared after a time. Blaine noticed for the first time that they were on a gravel road, entrenched in trees and near a small creek. Sebastian was the first to vacate the van, rushing for a tree where the telltale sound of hissing liquid signalled his bladder giving out on him. Santana and Brittany left too, leaving the van idling just in case, and went down the creek to wash themselves up. They stripped down, clearly not concerned about the gaggle of gay men in their wake as they cleansed the dried sweat from their bodies.

"Come on Blaine…" Kurt half-whispered, reaching for his hand. "Shell be okay."

It took Blaine a second to realize Kurt was talking about the yet, unnamed girl on the floor of the van. He hadnt been thinking about her, but he nodded Kurts way anyhow and followed after him as he grabbed their duffel bag and walked upstream from the girls, stripping himself down to his briefs and washing himself off in much the same way they were.

Blaine just stared at his feet, as if it were the first time he had seen them. Immersed in the water, he watched as darkness floated off them, mingling with the water and turning it red. He had blood on his feet this whole time and hadnt noticed.

"Blaine…"

Kurt came to him, slowly pulling his clothing free and scooping up handfuls of water to wash him with. Thats when Blaine came unglued, releasing all the emotion he had been holding back for hours as he crashed to his knees on the rocks below the shallow water, adding his tears to the water coursing around him.

Just like in the van, no words were spoken, but this time it was okay. Kurt just held him against him, bent down in order to cradle Blaine against him and adding in his own small sobs. Getting it out was cathartic. It wasnt going to make things better, but at least they were acknowledging the hell they had just been through. No one bothered them, and through a small cry in the distance, they knew they werent alone in their grief. One of the girls was crying too.

When his eyes were too dry to produce anymore tears, and Kurts face was blotched red, Blaine found the strength to pick himself back up, extending a hand for Kurt to take as well.

"Blaine…"

Uncertainty and fear pranced atop of Kurt, a medley of colors that Blaine wasnt accostomed to seeing over his boyfriend who was usually so sure of himself. The pause Kurt was holding onto made Blaines heart pump extra hard for the second it was taking.

"What is it?"

Blue eyes lifted from the stream, reflecting their hue towards Blaines eyes, all serious and steadfast.

"I want you to have sex with me."