Sorry for the late post. As usual, life happened. Crisis training, weddings, report cards, being sick, stupid people… the list goes on. If you havent checked it out, go to my tumblr at .com to see the new artwork for Part III of Hell and High Water made by Rocketsurgey! So hot! Cant wait to start sharing the final part of the epic with you all! :D

When consciousness hit Blaine, he ignored it, kept his eyes closed, and focused on the rise and fall of Kurts chest where his head was resting. He listened to each bu-bump-bu-bump of Kurts heart, and reveled in the feeling of his soft skin against Blaines. They had fallen asleep wound up in one another, reciting I Love Yous like lullabies after cleaning themselves off and discarding the evidence of their romp. In an unexpected show of affection, Kurt had laid on his back, on top of his wings, and insisted Blaine come and use his chest as a pillow, then wrapping not only his arms around Blaine, but also his wings.

Which is why Blaine didnt want to move, didnt want to wake up. He probably could have been happy staying put forever. Kurts wings didnt offer warmth, but they did offer security, and Blaine was sure that part of Kurt enveloping him like he had was the Kurt-equivalent of marking his territory. He was showing Blaine that Blaine was his, every much as Blaine knew by looking at Kurt, with the pinks and purples overtop of him when he looked Blaines way, that Kurt was his.

He had slept dreamlessly, and it was probably for the best with what he had seen the day before. Blaine already had nightmares from his past haunting him, and now there would be more memories that would funnel into nightmares. That slaughter of innocents behind him made him feel like he was in every war movie or documentary he had ever watched. He understood now the forlorn look in the face of soldiers or prisoners of war. The things they had seen… the people they had seen fall in front of them, and yet they had to continue on and survive.

Thank goodness for Kurt, or Blaine wouldnt know what he was trying to survive for.

Bu-bump-bu-bump-bu-bump….

Blaine listened for as long as he could before curiosity got the best of him and he slit an eye open to glance at the ancient bedside clock, brown with a rotating display rather than the sleek digital ones that seemed to be everywhere else. Eight forty four. Still early. The plan was not to check out until absolutely necessary at eleven. Santana and Brittany would be going into the town in about fifteen minutes to switch up their ride (hopefully to something more comfortable), and bring back breakfast… all of which would take them a little while. At least that was what Blaine was hoping for as his other eye joined the first in opening and looked away from the clock and down Kurts nude form.

Part of him was surprised to discovered that he really was in Kurts arms (and wings) and not just imaging it, and they were both completely naked save for a sheet that had been kicked down the bed and now hung on their feet, more off the bed than on it. Blaine wouldnt have been surprised if it had all been a fantastic dream, because life simply couldnt have been that good in the midst of so much tragedy. He felt guilty for thinking it, knowing that he was still alive, and had shared something so wonderful with the man he loved while others had died. He suspected hed always feel guilty for getting out when others hadnt. That was what the survivors of war always said after all.

Kurt made a soft, murmur in his sleep, and Blaine glanced back up to his face which was beginning to show the faintest bit of stubble. Blaine knew if he reached up to touch it that it would be soft, unlike his own coarse beard which came in furiously every morning, a constant cycle of vengeance for being shaved off each day. Kurts beard, or what he had of a beard, was much more shy.

A flicker of mischievousness crept into Blaines mind, and though no one else could see him do it, he grinned. Slowly, carefully, he pulled his head up so as not to disturb Kurts slumber. The wings fell back as he sat up, bent back as far as the bones in them would allow and spread down to the floor. Blaine still wasnt used to the black feathers, but they had their charm, and who knew if the white ones would ever return. Regardless of the color his wings were, Kurt was gorgeous.

He shuffled back on the bed, watching Kurts face to ensure his movements werent going to wake him, and positioned his knees aside Kurts hips, licking his lips over one last time before dropping his head down and taking Kurts limp cock into his mouth and sucking on it gently as he tried to rouse it from its own slumber.

A moan escaped from Kurt then, and his hips squirmed beneath Blaine as the dick in his mouth reacted as expected, rising to full form under the workings of his lips and tongue. Inflating like a hard balloon, Blaine was soon gifted with a solid weight of flesh, pulsing as the blood worked through it, and sitting against his flattened tongue.

"Blaine…?"

He couldnt respond, too dedicated to making sure Kurt, with his sweetly scratchy morning voice, could only say more with whimpers, groans, and those gasping breaths. Blaine tried different things - rolling his tongue in circles over the length, lapping it up from bottom to top, and even sucking one of Kurts balls into his mouth when he came up for air. Kurt became more vocal as time went on, his body going taunt underneath Blaine, and a hand reaching down to wind itself in Blaines hair. It encouraged Blaine to increase his tempo, repeating the different licks and strokes that seemed to get Kurt the loudest, until, at last, Kurt screamed his name out and burst into Blaines mouth.

He hadnt been expecting it, and in all the pornographic videos hed seen, the guys never seemed to have an issue drinking it back joyously. However, it hit him square in the uvula and he made a small gagging noise and drew back as he coughed to regain his breath, watching Kurt tremble from above.

"Oh… god… waking up.. best way to…" Kurt mumbled, his eyes forming into slits as the bliss coated him in pink and purple and blue. Grabby hands were held out to Blaine, who took a moment to wipe off his now filthy chin and Kurts crotch with the towel left beside the bed last night, before crawling into them where he was once again wrapped up in hands and wings.

"Sorry I choked a bit…"

"I wanted to warn you, but I couldnt even think clearly. That was fantastic." Kurt uttered lazily, pressing idle kisses into the curls on Blaines head. "I thought I was having the best dream ever… and then… wow."

They laid there as long as they could, Blaine reviewing the techniques he had used in his head to file away for later as part of his notes on Kurt kept in his brain, while Kurt eventually woke up completely and started stroking his fingers through Blaines hair with the occasional contented hum.

"Can I return the favor?"

Blaine hadnt even been worried about it, just so happy to give Kurt whatever bit of joy he could manage in these trying times, but his dick was painfully hard, made alert by the noises Kurt had been making and maintained by the touch of Kurts skin against his own. He looked up at Kurt with open eyes, lips twitching up into a grin which was enough of a response for Kurt to push him back by the shoulders onto the bed and then crawl backwards.

"NgggGH!" was all Blaine could come up with as Kurts lips wrapped around his cock and rolled down his length. Without thinking it through, he reached down to clutch Kurts hair with one hand while the other held back the headboard of the bed - more to brace himself than anything else. For admitting he didnt know much about sex, Kurt had caught on fast, twisting his tongue in ways Blaine couldnt predict and hollowing his cheeks out to suck Blaines dick back into his mouth, as if trying to milk him for the antidote to some lethal poison he had consumed.

His mind became flashes of white, buzzes of bees, and ripples of water. There was no way he could think for more than a second at a time, and all he could do with those seconds was to appreciate how well Kurts mouth fit over his cock.

It was over much too quickly. If Blaine could have made himself last longer, he would have. He thoroughly enjoyed being in Kurt the night before, but he also enjoyed being able to just lay back and take the pleasure as it was served to him. It was a damned good thing he had gone first that morning or he didnt think hed have the mind to reciprocate like Kurt was.

Kurt, unlike Blaine, managed to maintain his composure enough to drink back the spunk Blaine shot back into his mouth, lifting his head afterwards and rubbing a tiny bit of dribble off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked… pleased with himself. Somehow Kurt looked more confident overall. Blaine couldnt possibly analyze it though. His mind had reverted to caveman mode where the only thing he could produce was grunts. Sex good.

The sheet was pulled up and over him at some point, and their positions from the night were swapped as Kurt set his cheek against the fur of Blaines chest. Hands and wings were still wrapped around him, but not as possessive as they were lazy. Blaine wanted to spend all his mornings like this.

A thumping on the wall above the headboard shook them both out of their relaxation though, and Sebastians wall-muted voice could be heard yelling through it.

"You two done yet?! I would like to watch the fucking news without having to hear you cry out one anothers names!"

He should have been embarrassed, but Blaine just burst into a fit of laughter, quickly followed by Kurt. They laughed until they were gasping for air, Kurt pounding his fist into the mattress beside him while Blaine had an arm wrapped up around his stomach to make sure it didnt explode.

"Im going to shower." Kurt announced after they had let out all their giggles, face beautifully red and tears still floating in the corners of his eyes. Blaine nodded, winking Kurts way when Kurt caught him checking out his bare ass on the way to the bathroom. Everything was different now between them. Sex did change things… but in the most wonderful way possible.

Blaine guessed he should tell Kurt the whole truth about his past.

While Kurt showered, filling the whole hotel room with steam, Blaine cleaned up the laundry and remnants of the night before. He grinned at the tied off condom in the wastebasket before ensuring that he piled more garbage on top of it - not wanting anyone else to see it when they came in for breakfast. Then he made the bed to avoid having their friends see just how well used it was.

When Kurt was done, Blaine took his place in the shower, cleaning off every nook and cranny on him to get out all the accumulated sweat. He didnt know if and when hed be able to shower like this again, and even though it was far from a classy place, it seemed like a castle compared to what they had come from. There was privacy, hot water available, and the promise of a decent meal to come.

Kurt had the news on when Blaine came out, nodding towards it and patting the empty spot on the bed next to him. He had dressed while Blaine had been cleaning, lose sweats and a T-shirt over his costume, and Blaine pulled on a comfortable set of clothing over his own well worn before joining Kurt at his side.

"Canadian news channel available in this place. Its so much less dramatic than our usual news station coverage." Kurt explained as Blaine looked at the unfamiliar news anchors with curiosity, talking about a city that he wasnt familiar with.

They watched together then, enjoying the mundane tales of a moose crossing through an intersection, a mayoral race, and details of a hockey game - a sport and teams that Blaine was certainly not familiar with.

The rest of their group filed in after awhile. First Sebastian, who complained bitterly about being room sandwiched between them and the other couple, apparently having to listen to all manner of noises through the night and into the morning. Then Quinn came in, still looking tired and now sporting a goose egg where her bump had swollen on the side of her head. She had borrowed some clothing from Brittany until she could procure some of her own, and looked adorable in the hoodie she wore that was clearly too big for her.

Santana and Brittany pulled up in a new van, thankfully a minivan this time, and brought in bags of doughnuts and trays of coffee which were greedily decimated by the entire crew as they continued to watch news footage from north of the border, Brittany getting excited every time they showed a shot of the moose travelling through the town. The poor beast was probably lost and confused by the cameramen following him in order to give amusement to the human masses.

"We interrupt your normal newscast for an update on the metahuman situation from the Great Lakes region." The news suddenly announced, flashing them with footage of smoke billowing out over an all too familiar looking forest where the compound had once been.

"Shit… I dont want to see this…" Santana cursed, reaching for the remote when Sebastian swatted her hand away from it.

"Look!"

The video feed has switched from the burning of the compound, as seen from across the border, to that of a familiar face - Dr. Ryan, who was being interviewed by a young asian, reporter.

"Were here with Dr. Bryan Ryan, who, according to himself and the other metahumans who were able to cross the border, the resident doctor at the compound that the United States military attacked yesterday. Dr. Ryan, tell our viewers how many individuals were at the compound you served at."

"As of the morning of the attack we had two hundred seventeen individuals staying there." Dr. Ryan replied stoically. He had a purple bruise under his left eye which seemed to be swelling, and a bandaid plied over his chin to cover some other injury. Otherwise, Blaine was thankful to see he looked no worse for wear.

"All metahumans?"

Dr. Ryan nodded, and then looked at the camera steadily, "Myself included."

"Shit." Santana cursed at him through the screen. "You idiot. Dont out yourself!"

"Can you describe the events leading up to your arrival here Dr. Ryan?"

Why werent they arresting him? Why were they still interviewing him? The group looked from person to person in the room with their silent queries before locking back onto the screen to see what awaited their old friend.

"Yes. Yesterday morning I had just overseen the arrival of a new refugee to the compound and was called away to handle the day to day work that comes with caring for that many people. It wasnt long afterwards when we, the other permanent residents of the compound and I that is, heard gunfire. We called for everyone to evacuate to one of two exit tunnels that had recently been dug and then ran ourselves. The military was shooting up everyone they came across that wasnt in their uniform-"

"Metahumans werent fighting back?"

"No. I didnt see anyone fighting back. Just running."

The anchorwoman looked to the screen, addressing the audience, "That confirms other reports we have heard as well."

Dr. Ryan just rolled his eyes and continued, "There were bodies everywhere. I stopped to try and help those that were only wounded, only to have a bullet graze my chin. My ability is to turn to goop, and I couldnt hold myself in human form when that happened. I turned into a pile of mush and they didnt see it happen so they just kept marching by my gelatinous form and shooting everyone else they came across. No one was fighting. Most of us dont have big powers like the ones the United States media likes to show to scare their people… most of us… well… we have powers that dont hurt people."

"Like turning into goop?"

Dr. Ryan looked ready to strangle the woman as he turned his eyes back on her, but managed to spit out a very forced. "Like goop."

"Dr. Ryan, youre one of the four that made it across the lake to Canada. Can you give us your perspective on that part of your journey?"

There was a sigh, and Dr. Ryan ran his hand over his hair before he spoke - his body shooting off the green and gold lights that told Blaine how uncomfortable he was. "Once the military guys went past me, I was left in a hallway with the bodies of so many people I had been taking care of… people that had come to the compound to hide for their own safety. I knew I had to go, but before I did I checked the vital signs of everyone I passed by-"

"In goop form or human form?"

"Human." Dr. Ryan clarified, a shot of irritation spiking out of him with a red burst. "No one was alive… so I left the way they had come in and ran for the lake. It was there I met up with a group of metahumans that had managed to escape… about twenty or so… and we began swimming across the lake. We didnt see any other alternative…."

"Then what happened?"

"The military caught up with us. Started shooting them down in the water."

"You escaped for a second time."

Blaine could only read the color auras of people he watched, but if he could read minds, he knew by the way Dr. Ryan was glaring at the reporter he would have heard something to the effect of Obviously.

"Yes. One of the people I was crossing with was hit. She was right behind me and sort of covered my turning into gelatinous form again. In that form I was able to get across without any more fire being drawn my way."

"Amazing."

"No. Not amazing." Dr. Ryan snapped, looking first at the woman who was taken aback by the outburst, and then at the camera, "Assuming no one else made it out alive besides myself and my three companions, thats two hundred and thirteen dead just because they were trying to hide from the government!"

"The United States government." The woman clarified with a nod. "The Canadian government has been publicly denouncing these acts-"

"While people die." Dr. Ryan spat angrily. "People dont care unless theyre the ones being hurt. Its like Rwanda again. The Holocaust, Holodomor, Cambodia, Armenians… how many times do groups of people have to be targeted before theres no one left in the world? We didnt do anything. Those people who sought out refuge in the compound? They had families and loved ones that sent them away thinking theyd be safer there. Now what do we tell those families? The lies that are being perpetrated by the United States government? That those people were attacking the military and so deserved to die? Your government doesnt care. Theyre not out there stopping this from happening. Theyre not refusing to trade or boycott the USA. Theyre not doing a damned thing but saying a few words of regret!"

That was the point Dr. Ryan disappeared from the screen, to be replaced again by the anchorman that had announced the change from the local news. He was holding up a pile of papers in front of him, doing his very best to look serious, though Blaine could plainly see the worry drizzled through his aura.

"The Prime Minister will be having a press conference later today to address questions regarding this in the latest of metahuman incidents out of the United States. We now return you to your local news."

The moose popped back up on screen once more, but not one of them cared this time as they exchanged nervous glances.

"There were that many people there?"
"Shit. Canada is much friendlier than I thought."
"I wonder who else made it out with Dr. Ryan…"
"Do you think were the only other survivors other than those four?"

"My dad probably thinks Im dead…"

That last voice was Kurts, and Blaine tuned in to him immediately. He pulled Kurt in against him and held him close, rubbing the space on his back between where his wings grew out. "Well get a message to him… well make sure he knows."

"Message after message after message…" Kurt sighed into Blaines shoulder, the pair ignored as the rest of the group chattered noisily. "... at what point will it be that he waits for a message and never gets it? Maybe hes better off thinking Im dead now. At least he wont have to keep holding out for the inevitable."

"No. One day youll be able to be with your dad again. Well be able to finish school. We can even start a family."

"Family Mr. Anderson? Little premature to talk like that dont you think?"

Blaine ignored the question, speaking freely of all the silly little dreams he kept close to his heart. "Ill rebuild my comic book collection and well have a giant bed - big enough for your wings. Youll make sure I practice on the instruments well have and youll even sing along to keep me motivated. Your dad and Carole and even Finn will visit and well have Christmas and Easter and birthdays at our home and never have to worry about being shot or beaten or used as a media prop."

"Blaine…"

"I have to believe itll happen Kurt… I cant just hope to survive…"

Another sigh against his shoulder before Kurt lifted his head from it and looked Blaine straight in the eyes. He nodded once, forced a smile out, and let his eyes grow dewy for Blaine to see. "Okay then."

Relief pulsed through Blaine and he smiled back. "Okay."

Just as they had the night before, Kurt was rushed into the new van under their cover. Sebastian took care of checking them out and then they were on the road again. In this van Kurt had to keep his wings covered up with a blanket because it had actual seats and windows down the side. More care would have to be taken to be covert, especially since they were a series of small towns they couldnt avoid on this stretch of the journey.

Blaine took his turn at driving, sad to be apart from Kurts side, but glad to be in charge of the music for his stint at the wheel as he subjected the group to the latest top forty hits, singing along for added torture.

They couldnt find another motel that seemed decent as the sun began to fall, so they drove into a state park, moved an iron gate that told them not to go past, and went past it before closing it back up. Then they travelled as far out as they thought would be out of sight and hearing of any suspicious persons and set up a camp for the night. Quinn took care of setting the fire, Brittany and Santana went to wash laundry in a nearby lake, and Sebastian set up some ropes with bells around the perimeter to alert them of anyone coming close. Kurt took care of dispensing the latest round of snack foods acquired at yet another on the way convenience store and Blaine.. well Blaine just watched, his mind full of questions that the day had not answered.

"You okay?" Kurt asked finally, a whisper gifted to him as they snuggled together between two sleeping bags that they had zipped together.

"Mmm… Im just wondering if Washington is really the next best step. Maybe we should head to Canada, or maybe we should go back… find your family…"

"Blaine… there is no going back, only forward."

He sighed at the simple way Kurt threw aside his suggestions and nestled back in Kurts arms, once again the smaller spoon and once again bound not only in blankets but wings as well.

"I need to tell you…"

"I love you."

"Huh? I mean… I love you too." Blaine glanced over his shoulder to find the gentle twinkle of Kurts blue-green eyes. "But thats not what I was going to say."

"I just always want to make sure you know." Kurt said softly before pecking Blaine on the cheek. "Now tell me what you need to tell me."

"Theres.. things Ive never told you, or anyone for that matter."

"Youre not secretly straight are you?"

"What?! No…" Blaine caught the glimmer of playful jest in Kurts tone then and the flicker of amusement in his face. "Serious… Im trying to be serious here."

"Okay, okay… tell me then. I wont interrupt."

Blaine sucked in a solid breath, just in case what he was about to tell Kurt required him to not breathe for the moment. It seemed huge. He had never spoke of it to anyone. Never let it show. Always tried to move forward, like Kurt insisted they did now, but it seemed wrong to just leave the past behind them and risk Kurt never knowing the full extent of Blaines crimes.

"After… I found out about my powers. When I projected back against those boys attacking me after the Sadie Hawkins dance… I had… nightmares…."

Kurt look like he was ready to say something, but caught his lower lip between his teeth and nodded Blaines way.

"I was attacked over and over again at night. Memories of that attack. I couldnt control what I could do then… and my mom would try to console me… but I kept projecting my fear onto her through my dreams… yet she still came, night after night, long after my dad had begun to avoid me and look at me like he didnt really know me… She kept coming… and I kept having the nightmares… and even though her hair started to gray prematurely and wrinkles formed on her face at an alarming rate… she came to my bed and helped me through it…."

God. He remembered those nights. How thankful he had been for his mother, who loved him despite the curse he bore. His father didnt say anything against him then, but didnt say anything to him either. He knew they argued behind their bedroom door about him, but it seemed like the least of his worries at that point in his life.

"One night… my nightmares were worse than normal…. I couldnt seem to escape them at all. Even when I awoke I still saw the faces of those boys, twisted in hatred and then in the pain of the fear I gave them. I wanted it to end. So I kept projecting, thinking they were truly there to haunt me… I kept projecting…."

"Blaine." Kurt broke in, voice choked. He knew where this was going. He was smart. Blaine continued anyhow.

"I heard my dads voice then. For the first time in what seemed like forever yelling at me. It was what really woke me…. and I saw what I had done… my mom… mommy…." He choked as the image filled his mind. "Her hair was all gray… she had broken the glass on my bedside table and slashed her own wrists to end the pain…. I thought she… I thought she was them…."

"Blaine…"

"Dad covered… and sent me to the compound. He knew some people that knew some people. Set up an account. Told me never to come near him or my older brother… who was already older and had moved out thankfully… As soon as I got better control over myself and my powers I went to the farmhouse… where no one could be hurt by my nightmares…"

"Blaine…. babe…"

"You did though… Thats why I got so upset… I cant have that happen to you Kurt…"

"Oh… Blaine…"

"I just… I love you so much…"

Kurt hugged him tightly then, enough to limit his air intake and thereby stop him from rambling on. He had begun crying at some point, silent tears streaking down his face as the memories clung onto his mind, freed from the box he had opened inside of him. As Blaine let the tears fall, Kurt continued to hold him tightly, squeeze him and whisper all the sweet words he could to Blaine. Darling, sweetheart, my love… all of it absorbed in through his ear and down to his heart. Finally, there were no more tears left him him. His eyes were red and hard and raw, and he found he was clutching onto Kurts arms holding him tightly.

"Why didnt you tell me before?"

"I didnt want to scare you away."

"Blaine…"

"My mom always said that everyone had an angel looking out for them… and I didnt want to scare mine away."