God Im so sorry for taking so long on this. Im having an allergic reaction to the insulation in the basement and my contractor has been in hospital so he cant seal it up which means I wake up blind half the time because my eyes are so swollen. Add to that a paper being due for one of my masters classes thats eaten up all my free writing time and what you have is a very apologetic author here begging for your forgiveness and your reviews.

Well be hitting the climax and end in the next few chapters, so stay tuned. I would like to have this all wrapped up by Christmas so I can start posting the final parts of H&HW (two chapters of that written). Crazie-crissie is creating an animated short for that story as well, which looks fabulous from what Ive seen so far, and suitfer created a very orgasmic looking poster for part III that can be seen on my tumblr page.

Otherwise… I really dont know what to do about **** dying in the last episode of The Walking Dead….. Really random I know, but its been on my mind.

Before Kurts mother had passed away, she had become incredibly shaky and clumsy - a side effect of the drugs she was being given to make her remaining time pain free. She was always accidentally knocking things over, or mistargeting hugs, or just tripping over her own feet. She apologized for it endlessly, reciting that she didnt want to be a burden to her boys, and that she was afraid she might accidentally hurt them in the process of making one of her fumbles.

Burt always shrugged it off, insisting that she was anything but a burden, and gracefully helping her clean up things she broke or putting a fresh bandage on a scratch she had given herself. At the time, Kurt hadnt really understood it all. He remembered being angry because he knew that his mom only had so long to live, and that it didnt seem right that that time was spent at home, trying to act normal, when absolutely nothing about what was happening seemed normal at all. Despite growing wings, being outed to the public, and now escaping from the military, those last days of his mothers were the days Kurt was most angry in life. Of everything that had happened, that seemed to him to be the least fair.

Now, as an almost-adult, Kurt realized that at least he had it easy compared to how Blaine had lost his mother. Kurt wasnt at fault for the disease that ravaged his mother from the inside, and had gotten to say goodbye, and no matter how much Blaine didnt mean to hurt his mother, he still had. He was at fault, even if he hadnt intended it, and it was no wonder to Kurt anymore why Blaine had broken down that night his fears had shot into Kurt during his nightmare.

Maybe that was why Blaine had furiously clutched onto Kurt that night he had revealed the truth of his past. Even in his sleep he had kept his hold on Kurt while Kurt stared up at the stars in that cold, autumn evening, trying to make sense of what Blaine had told him and trying to decide what to do with that information. It was probably why, too, Blaine had glanced his way nervously throughout the next day, and sat especially close to Kurt as they drove to the west, though never said a word. It was definitely why, when they found another campground out in the middle of nowhere for the following night, why Blaine looked his way worriedly and finally squeaked out:

"Can I still sleep beside you?"

That simple question made Kurts heart flame up for reasons he couldnt pinpoint, and he looked at Blaine with a furrowed brow and pursed lips, looking as petulant as he could.

"Of course you dork."

Kurt watched as Blaine sighed in relief and zipped their sleeping bags together, crawling in and shifting as far to one side as he could to allow Kurt, with his obnoxiously sized wings, to join him.

For awhile they were quiet again, Blaine looking and then not-looking at Kurt. He wanted to say something, but he couldnt seem to summon the courage to, and Kurt just wasnt sure what he could say to make Blaine feel better. He thought of his mother, how his dad had stayed by her side until the end, and then well past it when the hospice workers came to collect her lifeless body from the bed they had shared. Even though his dad knew the end was coming, it didnt stop him from blubbering like a baby.

What had Blaine gone through then, not anticipating the worst for his mother, and then realizing he was at fault for it?

Kurt wrapped his arms up around Blaine, pulling him chest to chest and kissing his temple.

"I love you yknow?"

Blaine made a sort of choked noise, arms clinging around Kurt in turn and smothering the small cry he made into Kurts shoulder where no one else could hear it. Kurt grimaced, if only because the feeling of slimy snuffles on his skin made his skin crawl no matter why it had happened, or by whom. Regardless, he held onto Blaine and let him drain his sadness into his flesh, reaching up to stroke his fingers through Blaines curls, desperately in need of detangling spray or a decent conditioner since Kurts fingers kept getting blocked by hairs bound together.

"I love you too… thank you…" Blaine finally uttered when his tear reserves had been depleted.

"Im not worried you know…" Kurt whispered, mindful of the other members of their group sleeping nearby. "If thats what youre thinking. Im not worried that youd ever hurt me. Youre the most gentle person Ive ever met."

Another sniffle, before "I didnt mean to hurt my mom though."

"But you have it under control now… I trust you."

More sniffles, and then an increase in the strength put into the hold Blaine had around his waist. "Thank you."

In a way, Kurt expected that there would be more that needed to be said about the matter, or more therapy at least, the best he could offer, to help Blaine through the memory, but for now, both of them seemed relieved by the acceptance of one another. He wondered if Blaine had considered trying to end their relationship out of worry for his ability to control his abilities and inadvertently hurting Kurt, but the way Blaine held onto him for dear life told him otherwise, and thank goodness too.

He was able to sleep that night, heavily too, a mixture of exhaustion from not sleeping right the night before and of alleviated worry that had spent the past twenty four hours bound up in his muscles and bones. Blaine snuggled in close beside him, a veritable furnace that kept him warm throughout the chill of the night, and he was only awakened by Santana and and Brittany groaning, in a way he immediately knew meant was pleasure now, and though it was the last thing that should have turned him on, he found that his brain wasnt the only thing coming to attention.

Blaine had turned during sleep, snuggling back into Kurts arms with his ass rounded up against Kurts crotch. It made everything worse, and Kurt muted a groan of his own as his cock slid, from within the confines of his sweatpants, against Blaines equally clothed ass cheeks. He tried to think of everything to make his erection go down. His grandma, socks with holes in them, girls - but it didnt work, and between his dick and the blush in his cheeks, his blood was focused on everything but what his brain was offering up images of.

"Ooo… Santana… right there!"
"Oh Brit Brit… you know how I like that!"

"Earplugs Quinn? I picked some up at the last shop."

"Oh god yes. Thanks Seb."

There was a shuffled exchange near the dead campfire and Kurt was hoping the brief distraction would be enough to make his cock lose interest. Unfortunately, it was far from the case, and, acting on a whim, he decided to throw caution to the wind.

Kurt planted his lips on Blaines neck, pressing soft kisses along the line leading up the side of his head to his earlobe. It was enough to make Blaine stir with a sleepy "Hrrng?" followed up by a small whine as Kurt sucked a small spot on the spot behind and below the ear before him.

"Kurt…. everyone…." Blaine whispered, grinding his ass back against Kurts crotch as he must have recognized the hard being pressed against him there.

"Has earplugs in or is busy themselves." Kurt whispered back, right into Blaines ear before resuming sucking a path back down Blaines neck to a very appreciative audience.

It was enough reason for Blaine to push his pants down, ass bare to Kurt who shoved his down into the bottom of the sleeping bag as well and moaned right into Blaines ear, deep and dirty, as his cock slid between Blaines perfectly rounded, waiting cheeks.

Turning his head back, Blaine met his lips with Kurts, letting their tongues explore the insides of one anothers mouth sloppily as Kurt began to slide back and forth between Blaines globe like curves, bringing one hand around to stroke Blaines equally alert dick.

They were quieter than the girls, who provided a pornographic soundtrack across from them within their own shared sleeping bag, and more covered as Kurt snuck a wing out from their bag to shield them more from any prying eyes - though given Sebastian and Quinns eagerness to mute them, he doubted either of them were peeking their way.

It took no time for either of them to come, making a mess of the inside of the sleeping bag they hadnt considered when they began, and cringing as they both slid their pants back on before sliding out and going to wash up using some water bottles they had bought the previous day.

Kurt didnt know how people went days without sex. One night without it had been tough enough.

"Should be lots of easy campsites from here on out." Blaine noted, looking over a folded out gas station map of the United States when Kurt got back from taking his morning pee. "North Dakota and Montana have smaller populations than what were used to… lots of forests…"

"Hopefully we get there soon enough to make a decent shelter." Sebastian grumbled, pulling his sleeping bag around him - clearly cold. "Im not a winter person."

Blaine snuffled a little, rubbing his nose over the back of his sleeve much to Kurts inner discomfort. "Well you might have to become one if we cant figure out how to heat up whatever kind of shack the six of us can put together. I didnt take industrial arts in school so Im not exactly sure what well be doing at that point."

It was the focus of conversation for the drive that morning - trying to figure out how theyd build a home for themselves. None of them had the skills necessary to even know how to frame a home, and the real shock was when they recognized that it was Kurt, out of them all, that had the most labor skills from working with his dad in the tire shop before his wings came in.

His dad was still in his thoughts when they drove up to a convenience store for snacks at lunch.

"Snack pack?" Blaine asked, getting a nod from Kurt, so used to being left behind for these runs. It was a good thing he had a strong bladder.

No cars were on the road at the little shop they had stopped at, stuck between a long stretch of nothingness and and even longer stretch of the same. It was then that Kurt noticed they had parked beside a pay phone, and really, what places still had payphones in the age of cellphones?

Regardless, he stared at it for a solid minute before scrambling up to grab some coins from the ashtray of the vehicle, grabbing a blanket, which he wrapped around his wings tightly, and quickly rushing out of the van.

The call was made quickly, his fingers knew the number even if his brain forgot, and he held his breath as he listened to the ringing on the other end.

"ello. Hummel Tires and Lube."

"Hi! Is Burt Hummel there?" Kurt curled his toes up as he tried to place the unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line. It had been a long time, maybe his dad had hired new help.

"No siree.. Can I help yeh?"

"Uh.. no. Was looking for Burt specifically." His dad usually worked day hours. Hopefully he wasnt sick.

"Burt sold the place couple months ago. You want to talk to the new owner? Earl?"

A lump formed in Kurts throat, his hands rapidly going sweaty as he shot the phone back onto the receiver, just in time for the group to come around the corner and see him standing there - dumb faced and about to vomit.

"Hey…" Blaine came up to his side while the rest shot him questioning glances and climbed into the van. "... whats wrong?"

"Dad sold the shop." was the mumbled response. "He loved the shop. He actually liked working on cars and getting grease under his nails…."

"Oh… ah… come on. Lets go into the van and talk about it in there."

Except he didnt. The whole thing made Kurts stomach turn and he even ignored the offers of food from Blaine, who set the snacks he had gotten for Kurt to the side and just offered his side up for Kurt to rest against while his head ran circles. Did his dad do it to lobby the government full time? Was it some kind of anti-meta pressure? Was his health okay?

"Im sure he had a good reason Kurt." Blaine finally said, holding a juicebox out to Kurt before turning his own head to sneeze into his elbow, sniffling afterwards. "Your dads a smart guy."

Kurt sighed, taking a sip of the juice to appease Blaine and looking out the window, "I know… I just… worry. It was just the two of us for a long time, and its still weird that its not."

Blaine set a kiss to the top of Kurts head at that, rejoining the group conversation about decorating the new place - some with ridiculously grandiose plans for a runaway hideout home. Kurt knew hed be happy with a stove of some kind, especially given what they had escaped.

Whenever they drove into a more populated area, the radio was turned on to see if there was any metahuman news or to see if they could pick up any signals from out of Canada. For the most part, in the sleepy small towns they passed through, it was mostly local disc jockeys laughing about inane things and playing an inordinate amount of Rush. Music that reminded him of his dad even more.

"Hey guys, I know were trying to stay low key, but maybe, tonight,... hotel again?" Blaine asked of the group in the front seats midafternoon.

There was conversation around it, to which Kurt stayed out of, and it was agreed. Everyone wanted a real shower and bed, and everyone also wanted to see what was on the news stations, a hope that there would be more news from north of the border.

They found a motel as soon as they could, wanting to relax and retire early. Even though driving consisted of sitting down, it was somehow exhausting in a way Kurt couldnt explain. Moreover, with all the detours they made to avoid the bigger towns, they ended up travelling down a lot of roads in ill repair that rocked their bodies with bumps and potholes to ensure they were all sore.

Just like they had at the motel a couple days past, everyone went to shower first, gathering in Kurt and Blaines room for overly greasy delivery pizza. The news was turned on, and everyone watched quietly as a local anchor discussed a local Thanksgiving event in detail.

"No wonder its so cold…" Santana muttered. "I didnt realize it was this late in the year."

There were a few nods to that. Without anything to plan for, time was measured more in seasons than in days, and Kurt also hadnt realized how long they had been in that cement hole in the ground. The last time he had seen his father had been around Valentines day, and the only reason he had remembered that was he had been deliberating over getting or making something for Blaine to express how he felt at that point.

Local news switched to national news, a much more somber and serious news team, and a lot of discussion about some new economic plan, after which, there was an aerial shot given of a forest as one of the anchors narrated.

"Beautiful North Dakota might be one of the places hosting a secret summit between top White House officials and delegates from several countries. The government has remained secretive about the exact location, but with Canada putting pressure on the White House to cease current metahuman containment, most analysts believe that a location near the northern border is most likely."

Kurt was jabbed in the side by Sebastians elbow, hissing as Sebastian noted enthusiastically, "Thats right near where we are! Look! Thats the highway we were on!"

"Shit man. Shut up. I want to listen to this." Santana growled from the other side of the cramped bed everyone was using as a seat.

"Montana may also be a potential meeting spot with its low population and vast wilderness. Wilderness which the military has been scouring through to ensure no metahumans or pro-metahuman activists are camping within. Already there have been several reports of metahumans taken into custody after they have been found camping out in the forested areas away from civilization. Critics of government policy say metahumans have fled to such locations to avoid conflict, while supporters believe metahumans stay in these remote locations to bide time until they can attack. Whatever the case may be, security has been stepped up and many small towns near the northern border have been playing host to military groups that have been sent there to round up any rogue metahumans."

"Oh shit… Blaine, are you psychic or something?"

Blaine shook his head, eyes glued to the screen still, in response to Santanas question. "No… I just thought it would be nice to stay at a hotel tonight."

"Damn. Lucky then."

Kurt mentally agreed, though he knew luck had little to do with it. Knowing Blaine, Kurt presumed Blaine suggested staying at a motel that night to give them both a bit of privacy and allow Kurt to have some space after finding out about his dads business being sold. It was all he could offer Kurt, after all, since flowers and chocolates werent enough to console him and certainly not a luxury they could dabble in.

It was agreed that they should stay in the motel for a few days, in order to avoid being caught by the military. A Do Not Disturb sign was placed on the outside of their doors, just in case a housekeeper stopped in, and the girls went to the nearest town to buy themselves each some swimsuits in order to take advantage of the tiny heated pool the motel had to offer in the way of recreation. Kurt was essentially stuck in the room, but it was luxury compared to how they had spent the past few nights and the months before their escape. Besides, as one problem seemed to be taken care of, another crept upon them.

Blaines sniffles manifested into a cold, which then seemed to mutate into a flu. He tried to get Kurt to room with Sebastian, to avoid his germs, but Kurt wouldnt hear of it. Instead, he made sure Blaine was comfortable, nested in their shared bed with as many blankets as he could put on him, water beside the bed which he insisted Blaine drink, and a puke bucket which, unfortunately, Kurt had to empty into the toilet more than a few times. The girls and Sebastian avoided the room, which stunk like the vomit being brought up in it, only dropping off food and medicine as Kurt asked them to.

For the most part, Blaine slept. The only time he got up was when Kurt insisted he eat, when he had to go to the bathroom, or when Kurt insisted he have a bath. To anyone else, it might have been annoying, but for the first time in a long time, Kurt felt useful, and he actually found himself bemused by the little child Blaine morphed into when he was ill, all whining and whimpering and pouting and insolent. He argued over everything - from eating to washing, and Kurt had to coax him into taking medicine with promises of snuggles, despite Blaines worries that hed get ill himself.

Beyond caring for Blaine, Kurt watched a lot of news and daytime television. He paid special attention to the reports about the impending summit between world leaders that seemed to be being hosted not to far away if the media was accurate. With Brittanys blessing, he also purchased several movies to watch, catching himself up on the latest blockbusters. Blaine got better, though slowly, and Kurt was sure he would leave an imprint on the mattress from where he had been laying.

"Youre a good doctor." Blaine admitted to Kurt, a few days after their arrival, after his fever had run its course.

"I had good motivation for my patient to get better." Kurt murmured, wiping a warm cloth over Blaines face where all the stubble had grown into a ragged beard.

"What was that?"

"Sex. Duh."

Blaine laughed for the first time in days, and it was music to Kurts ears. Part of it was a joke, but part of it was the unlocking of his Pandoras box of intimacy. However attracted he was to Blaine before they had had sex, it was at least ten times as bad now, regardless of how much stomach bile was ending up in his puke bucket. Sex was good. Actually, it was better than good. It was fucking glorious, and Kurt wanted more of it.

The pain caused by learning about his dads business had eased over the days spent locked up in the motel, and with it, Kurt wondered what his dad was doing now. Calling his dads number from the motel was out of the question. Someone might be listening in, just waiting to see if he was stupid enough to call his father there. He didnt have a computer to check Finns facebook either, and he knew Carole and Burt didnt have accounts. He racked his brain trying to figure out what he could do to find answers, but kept hitting dead ends.

"I dont think were getting out of here for awhile." Santana said by way of a greeting as she sashayed into the room, carrying shopping bags in each arm and followed by the rest of the group.

"Whys that?" Kurt asked, peering at the bags, and wishing he could just as easily go shopping.

"That summit weve been following on the news? Its somewhere right around here. They have roadblocks and theres military guys everywhere."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Kurts eyes went wide as he looked towards Blaine, whose own face was equally distressed. "You all need to go then. You pass as normal. Dont use any powers and they cant catch you -"

"Oh please birdman." The bags were dropped to the floor and Santana took up a seat beside Kurts tense form, bringing an arm around his shoulders, "We are not abandoning you here. Besides, the best place to hide is right under their noses."

"Yeah Kurt. Were like a big, almost all gay family." Brittany asserted as she took up residence on the other side of him.

"Way to ruin the totally gay side of the family Quinn." Sebastian said with a laugh looking to the blonde beauty who just tossed her hair back over her shoulders with a smug smirk.

"You saved me Kurt. Im not leaving you behind just like you didnt leave me behind."

Kurts heart warmed and solidified immensely with each persons words, finalized by the all too familiar hand on his back that gently rubbed between the base of his wings. "We stick together. For better or worse."

"Better damned well be for better because I dont see it getting much worse than it has been." Sebastian noted plainly.

So they stayed, watched the rest of the motel rooms fill up around them, and pretended like they were the college kids on a prolonged road trip they had been posing as. Santana even flirted it up with some of the journalists staying at the motel, joking that it was way too easy to get their attention when she had her itsy bitsy teeny weeny red bikini on at the pool.

Kurt didnt know if he could handle watching Blaine flirt with people the way Brittany watched Santana do it. Even though Sebastian was the one with the silver tongue ability, Santana was the one who knew how to manipulate, and for no other reason than to get information that they were just as easily able to get by watching the news. For some reason she thought the information she was getting was someone much more valid.

"It just corroborates what theyre saying on the news. Second sources and all. Makes us more sure about what to do or not to do."

She did find out that most of the other residents at the motel were B-grade journalists, reporting for smaller circulating periodicals. The big name journalists and reporters were staying in a much nicer hotel down in the main area of the nearby town, along with most of the military personnel overseeing security for the event.

It made Kurts skin crawl everytime he thought about how close they all were. No matter how much everyone else tried to assure him that everything would be alright, he couldnt help but think that everything would come crashing down around them again.

Blaine picked up on Kurts mood, snuggling him close, and holding Kurt tight while he rambled through his worries, and momentarily cleared his mind with the force of their bodies against one another. It was another added benefit of sex, the complete bliss that shut out any and all of his worry, and each time they found themselves in bed, they found out something that made it better each time.

Though, admittedly, Kurt was getting to the point where both his ass and his dick felt raw from overuse. As much as he discovered it was addictive, he had to wonder how much of the sex they were having was out of boredom. A motel room offered only so many recreational options after all.

"God. It stinks worse in here than it did when Blaine was tossing his cookies." Santana snarked as she brought in their evening meal - which looked like drive-thru burgers… again.

Kurt grimaced, knowing full well what had caused that odor and wishing there was something more he could do about it. He wasnt ashamed of what he and Blaine were doing to occupy their time, but he also didnt need every having to comment on the obvious results.

"Whadyamean? Blaine asked as he stuffed several fries into his mouth at once, making Kurt wince and Santana smirk.

"It smells of male on male action in here." Santana elaborated, and Kurt watched his boyfriend go from cream to red in a blink of an eye as he froze mid-chew and then sniffed the air to get a sense of what Santana was talking about.

"Dont worry. Ill pick you boys up some air freshener on my next shopping trip."

"Does it really… smell like that?" Blaine uttered after choking back the fries left in his mouth once Santana saw herself out.

Kurt made a small smile and just nodded once. It was enough to make Blaine groan and fall back onto the bed. "God. I thought that was musk. I thought thats what people were always talking about when they talked about someones musk…"

"Deers are responsible for musk honey. Men are responsible for… whatever this smell is." Kurt waved a hand through the air and all the invisible sex scented particles floating around them.

"Honey?"

"Hmm?"

Blaine sat back up, doe eyes focused on Kurt intently. "You called me honey."

"Is that okay?"

Blaines nodded rapidly, a goofy, childlike grin stretching over his features. "Yeah. I like it. Its.. domestic."

A snicker escaped from Kurts mouth, and then was muffled as his mouth found Blaines and dinner was ignored in favor of adding more of the noxious scent to the already saturated room.

The plan for the next day was to hide inside again, though perhaps sneaking into one of the other rooms so housekeeping could deal with their accumulated mess. Quinn had kept her room quite tidy and clean, citing that because she wasnt getting down and dirty with anyone, it was easy to keep things clean.

"Not even your hand?" Sebastian tutted, making everyone look in opposite directions with red burning in their cheeks. Everyone that is, except for Santana.

"Wanky."

They played some board games that were picked up at the store, watched the news which told them that the summit was going to be underway soon, and briefly played a game of truth or dare that ended prematurely when Quinn refused to answer a truth about her sexual past.

"Its not like the rest of us arent in the know about that sort of stuff Quinn." Brittany said quietly when Quinn had gone to pout at the other side of the room.

"I know, and thats not why Im upset."

"You know you can confide in us right? If somethings wrong…"

"Its just…" Quinn sighed and looked back at the less than patiently waiting group. "... when you guys… "do your thing", theres not as many consequences. The one time I did…."

"Wait, just once? Girl you are missing out!"

"Quiet Santana." Blaine snapped with a glare, nodding back to Quinn to indicate that she should continue.

"The one time I did, I ended up pregnant."

There was a chilly silence in the room as eyes grew wide and stares were exchanged. Kurt could scarcely believe it. He hadnt known Quinn for long, but he knew enough that she didnt seem the kind of girl to make a mistake like that.

"I had a cooler, and it was my first cooler, and then I hooked up with my boyfriends best friend… next thing you know…" She tossed her hands up in the air, "Im being sent away for "bible studies" for the rest of the year."

"And… your baby…?" Kurt hesitated with each syllable.

"Adopted. I didnt know about my abilities until I gave birth. Dr. Ryan said the trauma of childbirth probably activated some latent genes or… god, I dont know. I just know I went from being hidden in one place for one reason to being hidden in another place for another reason."

Brittany was the first to encircle Quinn in a hug, and Blaine followed shortly thereafter. Kurt was next, and finally Santana and Sebastian joined in such that Quinn was smothered in them all, having to fight them off with a laugh and a smile that seemed so out of place after everything she had just admitted.

"You guys… youre great though. You make being on the run worth it."