Thanks to everyone for staying with me on this! A big thanks to whomever nominated this on Scarves & Coffee as the featured fic. Would you believe that its my FOURTH featured fic? I swear I owe somebody (or somebodies) some cookies.

Ive been asked a couple times about update schedules. In a better world Id have the time to update at least twice a week (Sundays and Wednesday), however its just going to be Sundays for now. As Ive noted before, September is crazy as a teacher, and Im a teacher thats been put into a new school to change things up and am discovering that I have my work cut out for me. On top of that, my masters course this semester has one of those professors who seems to think his course should be the center of your universe and I have a ridiculous amount of readings and assignments - none of which are fun (like calculus assignments). On top of it, I still have to do that whole being a mom thing.

I know, it sounds like excuses, and really they are, but unfortunately, in the grand scheme of things, fanfiction isnt in the top three priorities right now. Sorry!

On the flip side - the comments and the reviews and the questions on tumblr have been wonderful. I dont know what Im doing or have done to deserve such wonderful readers but if you tell me Ill make sure to do it more.

Blaine tried to keep up with Kurts shadow, running and trying to remember to breath through his nose and not his mouth to help his stamina. No matter how hard he tried though, Kurt could always outpace him; it didnt matter if Kurt was walking, running, or, as he was currently, flying overhead. Blaine knew that Kurt would be the one to catch the creep they were chasing, and that he was just trying to keep up so that Kurt had back up if necessary.

It only took Kurt two weeks to weasel his way into Blaines "heroing" runs after Isabelle and Elliott had left. Blaine had tried to hold Kurt back, citing the need for training and transition time, but then had been outsmarted by the man with wings

"Who had to give you permission to go out and fight crime?"

Of course, Blaine had been alone, and had made the decision for himself, so he certainly couldnt argue Kurt making the choice to come along with him.

Blaine wished he could have said their first run together was more exciting, but all it entailed was sitting around on rooftops in a smaller town by Lima that had suffered a string of burglaries, hoping to catch the criminals in action. They never showed though, at least not that night, so the two of them just kicked around the quiet little town with more American flags strung on windows than curtains, and talked.

Well, Kurt talked, Blaine listened.

He talked about fashion, about Broadway, about celebrity gossip. He spoke at length about what he had read from what Isabelle had sent him or the latest joke Elliott had forwarded to him. Sometimes he even spoke about his old friends back in school, wondering aloud about how they were and what they thought about him now.

Blaine just listened, hooked on each and every word. The amount Kurt had opened up to Blaine in a matter of weeks made him feel like he mattered for the first time in a long time. Not just as a hero, or as another metahuman, but as a person, valued regardless of abilities because he was someones friend.

They were only friends too. Sure they danced around one another; flirting, playing coy, and stealing long, dark glances across the room, but Blaine didnt know the first thing about going to the next step, and he wasnt sure that Kurt even wanted him to. Plus, if Kurt didnt want anything more and Blaine made a move, then Blaine would end up making a fool of himself and harming the safe, friendly relationship they had now, one Blaine held dear to his heart.

After a few nights of lingering on rooftops, the burglars did make an appearance. Blaine and Kurt found them after they had smashed open a car window to get inside and at the contents. Kurt acted on impulse, swooping down and knocking the guy on the outside of the car flat on his rear, then turning and yanking the guy inside the car out of it. By the time Blaine had caught up, Kurt was already handcuffing them to the broken window frame while they stared at him in shock and wonder, too amazed at what had felled them to panic. All Blaine contributed was grabbing the cell phone out of one of the guys pants pockets and dialing emergency. Then they left, Kurt grinning like a fool the whole way back to the Prius and the whole drive back to the farmhouse.

Now it was like Kurt was the old pro at crime fighting and Blaine was just a sidekick, catching up at the last minute to do the boring part of the work because Kurt had always spotted and apprehended the criminal before Blaine could even figure out what was going on. Kurt never hesitated when he jumped in, but Blaine wasnt surprised by it - they never would have met, after all, if Kurt had paused to think about what he did. He jumped into that fire as surely as he jumped into action.

"Agh!"

That was the sound of Kurt, whose flying shadow had left Blaine seconds earlier as he went in for the kill, tackling the guy they had been chasing. They had come to Westerville that night in hopes of catching some kids who had been spraying profane graffiti all over local businesses and instead caught sight of a guy who had gone in to rob a convenience store.

Blaine reached Kurt and the guy, who was cowering against the wall of the alleyway they were in and holding the brown paper bag of cash out to Kurt.

"Take it. Take it. Please. Sorry."

They always begged. Desperation floating over them so thick that Blaine could damn near smell it as well as see it. The media had conditioned people to think metas were out to get them, and while Kurt had certainly caught the guy, Blaine had yet to see him do more to anyone than tackle them down. Neither of them had had to fight. It was enough that they were metahumans to scare the people they caught.

Knowing his role in this situation, Blaine pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his utility belt and handcuffed the guy to a metal railing. Kurt just watching, staring down the man who didnt even try to pull away as Blaine worked, taking away the bag of cash and setting it down nearby. Cop cars were already calling out nearby, which meant that Kurt and Blaine had to make a quick exit now that their work was done.

"Ready?" Kurt asked of Blaine once he finished up.

Blaine nodded, letting Kurt wrap his arms around his torso, heave his wings up and down a few times in quick succession, and let him lift off with Blaine in tow. He had figured out how to take off from the ground a little over a week after Isabelle and Elliott had left, and figured out he could carry Blaine in the process a month ago after they ended up in a dead-end alley in Lima and could think of no other way out of the situation. It was exhilarating, and Blaine loved this part of the night. Air smacking his hair back against his scalp, the smell of the sky - so uniquely fresh, and just being held while he got to look, unrestricted, at Kurt and his wings.

At home, Blaine was now able to look past the wings, even though Kurt now wore them like a cloak - the high joints hooked over his shoulders and the front of the wings brought together over the top of his chest. It was the kind of thing a great king might have once worn, and it definitely suited Kurt. Occasionally hed lose a feather and not notice, allowing Blaine to steal it and place it carefully into a little box he had where he was collecting those lost bits of Kurt.

He was up to twenty four. They were all the smaller feathers - the larger ones didnt seem to fall, but all still magnificently soft and creamy. Blaine had longed to touch Kurts wings again, but dared not ask the question, especially when everything seemed to be going so swimmingly between them.

It was a month after Kurt had been a part of his home that Kurts father made his first appearance. The investigators and media had backed off, and Burt Hummel had taken one of the vehicles from the shop he owned to drive out to the farm, having been given directions courtesy of Isabelle via a carefully placed message on the issues of Kurts Vogue magazine that was still being delivered to his dads house. Their reuniting was epic, and Blaine found himself getting nonsensically jealous at the strength and the duration of the hug Kurt was getting from his father. Up until that point, it had only been Blaine hugging Kurt.

Burt Hummel was an imposing guy at first glance, who said what he thought and was remarkably perceptive. By the time Blaine had been around him for lunch and then supper, just watching Kurt and his father catch up and laugh and talk about old times, he realized that Kurts dad was not as tough as he looked, and was probably just a big softie at heart. He loved Kurt, that much was obvious even if Blaine didnt look at his aura, and he was worried about him too. He didnt trust Blaine either, not completely, but seemed convinced that Kurt was in the best situation for the time being.

Burt came around every other week after that, always telling Kurt he needed to be careful and take care of himself. He had seen the little bits of video footage on the internet where Blaine and Kurt had been in action, and suffice to say, he didnt like it. It wasnt up to Kurt to deal with the criminal element, he had argued, that was for cops who had specialized training, not a kid in too tight spandex with wings.

Kurt had been firm though. What else was he supposed to do? Isabelle had him writing a weekly blog as a male fashion consultant for under a psuedonym, but that didnt take him all week to do, nor did it make him feel as useful and special as being able to go out and catch the criminals the trained police force couldnt seem to take care of. The argument always ended with both father and son red faced and staring at one another while Blaine awkwardly tried to offer them some tea.

Over time, Burt had loosened up around Blaine, even watching a basketball game on TV with him while Kurt made them all dinner. Carole and Finn had even started coming by as well, and, through Finn, Blaine now had someone who truly appreciated his comic book collection.

"Dude! You have the whole Crisis series in perfect form… and #1 of this series…. you could make so much money off these!"

"Off some colored paper? Really Finn?" Kurt had asked, there to tell them that supper was ready.

"Yeah! Oh man Blaine… these are amazing…"

Blaine had grinned manically that whole night as Finn gushed over his collection, only pausing to ask Kurt questions about his wings, which he did each time he showed up.

"So, like, do you molt?"

"Im not a bird Finn."

"But… do you molt?"

Kurt would sigh, and, patiently explain what he could do to Finn who seem just as entranced by the wings around Kurt as Blaine was. Carole, to her credit, never asked or even looked at the wings - seeing Kurt as just Kurt. It really was a shame that she hadnt been party to Kurts secret before, because it was clear to Blaine that she cared for him a lot and just wanted him to be happy.

Through Finn, Kurt was able to catch up on school gossip, though he made a point to never talk glee club since he was aware that Blaine was the head of one of their local competitors. Blaine would never use the information against the New Directions, but Finn was still guarded on account of a girl named Rachel who had trusted a member of Vocal Adrenaline that had caused a whole lot of grief for the club when he had been revealed as duplicitous.

In fact, there was always so much new and varied gossip that Finn shared with Kurt each time he showed up, that Blaine had admit that being at an all boys school was a lot different than being in a public school. He had always presumed that they were a lot the same, just, with girls, but obviously Blaine didnt have sisters to know the extent of how much having girls around all the time changed things, and it wasnt like his mother was a good example of how women usually were.

"You really thought that a publicly funded school that ANYONE can attend, which means its attended by people that cant afford private school, was going to be the same as your fancy pants, uniformed all boys academy?" Kurt snickered as he sat at the table that night after getting back to the Prius and driving back home.

"Well… initially… I mean… its not like I knew any better." Blaine said, adding Kurts preferred amount of cream and sugar to the cup of coffee on the counter before taking that cup along with his own unaltered cup to the table where he sat across from Kurt.

"Ive been thinking about doing day runs…" Kurt mused as he took the mug in hand and sipped the overly sweet concoction he liked.

"No… bad idea Kurt. Too many people around in the day."

"But… Im bored staying at home all day, and we dont even go out every night. Im getting cabin fever."

"Im sorry… sometimes I need to study for tests and get schoolwork done… Kurt, theres not enough crime to be going out so much, and the more you go out, the more likely the authorities will set up a trap for you. Dont be predictable. Dont be accessible. Didnt you read the guide Elliott sent you on staying out of trouble?"

Blaine got the frustrated sigh and grumble he anticipated in response as Kurt glowered down into his coffee, flashes of red and yellow bouncing off around him. Even his wings twitched in annoyance, so much of an entity on their own that they reminded Blaine of a tail on a dog - expressing everything from shame to happiness with simple movements.

"I read it... that being said, what the hell else am I supposed to do around here Blaine? Im bored, and as fun as it is playing house-husband to you -"

"Dont." Blaine warned, seeing how much red was flexing over Kurts head. "I dont expect you to cook and clean. Ive told you that a hundred times before."

"But I have NOTHING else to do around here." Kurt snapped, looking back up at Blaine with eyes narrowed and specked with his pupils that were immersed in blue.

"Can Isabelle give you more stuff to do online? Maybe we could get you into some online courses with that psuedonym you have. Or maybe -"

"What the hell would I study Blaine? What good is an education when I cant go to college or university? Even if I do it all online - what happens then? No one is going to hire me. The instant I show up for an interview theyll call the cops and a fat lot of good all that education will do me when Im tied up in a prison somewhere."

Blaine groaned, letting his face fall into his palms as he rubbed his face over in a blend of exhaustion from being up so late and exasperation with Kurt. Usually Kurt was logical, practical... intelligent, but Blaine could understand his frustration, and see why Kurt wanted to do more.

It gave him a purpose.

Purpose gave you a meaning in life.

"Whatever. Im not condoning it, but if you insist on going out in the day I cant stop you either. Just, please Kurt... please... just dont get cocky. Be careful. Be ten times as observant."

"I know how to handle myself Blaine. I am the one whos caught all the bad guys since we started doing this together after all."

There it was. The reminder that Blaine wasnt as good as he thought. All the training, the martial arts, the gymnastics, the strategizing - they were nothing compared to Kurts innate skills and attributes. Blaine really was the sidekick, and from everything he had read in comic books, the sidekicks were there for comic relief or as a comparison to show just how much better the main hero was. Growing up, Blaine had always looked up to the heroes, wanted to be like them, even before his powers appeared. Fighting on his own he had felt like he was one of them too, but now with Kurt alongside him, he felt redundant.

Useless.

"Im going to go to bed..." Blaine huffed, standing up and abandoned the coffee he had only had a sip out of.

"Fine."

They would be alright in the morning. There would be a little bit of tension that would fade away as the day wore on. It wasnt the first time they had clashed, and Blaine knew it wouldnt be the last. Carole had chuckled over it when they got into a little tiff at one dinner over the best vantage points for surveying an area.

"You two are like an old married couple."

Except that they werent. They were anything but. Friends - yes. A couple - only on the streets and platonically so. Even when Kurt was being ridiculous though, as he was now, Blaine still wanted more. He couldnt stop Kurt from jumping into trouble, but he wanted to offer up his arms as a safe place when he got out of it.

The next morning went exactly as Blaine predicted. There was quiet tension in the morning as both men went about their own business, but then, prior to lunch, Kurt asked what Blaine wanted to eat.

"You dont have to make me anything."

"You didnt have any breakfast though."

"Sour stomach."

Kurt sighed and flopped down on the edge of the bed where Blaine had his books all spread before him, sending them bouncing up momentarily. Kurts wings pooled around him on the bed, covering up some papers and pens, replacing the mundane with the fantastic as he looked back to Blaine.

"Look. Im sorry. I know you just dont want me to get hurt."

Blaine peered up from where he had been laying on his stomach as he did his homework. Kurt was sincere, and his pupils, small pinpricks the night before, were now big, black and open to Blaine.

"I dont."

"Its just… I feel useless hanging around here… I think I could do some real good for the meta cause if I go out more."

Now Blaine sighed, pushing himself up with his hands so he was sitting across from Kurt. "You already have Kurt, and theres other ways to help metas… the online forums, the database organization, the -"

"Im not comfortable staring at a screen all day Blaine. I would much rather talk face to face than through a messenger."

"But thats not a reason to rush into danger."

"What danger Blaine?!" Kurts hands swept up and to the sides in a frantic gesture, wings bouncing on his shoulders where he had them hung by their arches, "We stop kids from painting swear words on building and catch the odd burglar. This isnt one of your comic books. There arent any big super villains with masterful plans. These are things anyone could do, metahuman or not, and just havent."

"No… no super villains, just a government bent on making life hell for people like us." Blaine said somberly, looking down at the blanket he was sitting on.

"Im fast Blaine. I can fly. I can see things way better than I realized most people can. I heal… ridiculously fast. The government isnt going to get me."

Blaine looked back up. Kurt was so convinced of himself. It was a big change from the unsure kid Blaine had saved months ago from a fire who wasnt even sure he could fly until he jumped to save him. Kurt had confidence now. All those nights on the streets catching petty thugs had given him the self assurance that had led up to this point.

"Im allowed to worry still. You dont question your dad when he worries."

Kurt frowned, lips caught together tightly as he looked at Blaine and then looked towards the wall before speaking again. "Youre not my dad."

"No, but Im still someone that cares a lot about you."

There was a deafening silence as Kurt looked back at Blaine, who worried he had overstepped with that admission. Was it too much? Too weird? Then Kurts former frown morphed into a grin.

"I care about you too Blaine. Ill be careful out there. I dont want you to worry."

It was little relief to Blaine, but at least Kurt was smiling and speaking to him.

"How about I make us some BLTs and you play me something on the guitar?"

Blaine nodded, slipping off the bed and following Kurt into the kitchen. The guitar sat on a stand in there, and he picked it up gingerly, sitting at the table and plucking the strings. He had been ready to toss the damned thing, but Kurt, in his wily way, had managed to convince him not to. Now Kurt got Blaine to play for him regularly, a subtle way of getting Blaine to practice. As a bonus though, Kurt would often sing along. His countertenor voice and vocal range adding to the angelic qualities Kurt possessed. The first time Blaine had heard him sing, he actually forgot to keep playing the guitar, losing himself in that voice. Now that he was used to it, he was able to listen and play at the same time, though it didnt make Kurts voice any less impressive.

"My wings started growing as little buds when I hit thirteen." Kurt noted once he had the food made and they were sitting at the table. "Dad was worried it was a tumor or something and wanted to go to a doctor… something inside me told me that was a bad idea."

"No kidding." Blaine noted after taking a bite. "Doctor would have had to report you if he suspected you were a meta."

"What about you?"

Blaine blinked, peeking over at Kurt as he took another bite. Kurt started that conversation with the intent that Blaine would share his meta-discovery story. He forced himself to swallow the BLT, and then again to help his esophagus push down the bit of sandwich he really should have chewed longer.

"Uh… well… art class was when it really started."

"Art class?"

"Yeah… well we had to draw portraits of our partners. I kept drawing them with glows around them… didnt realize then that other people didnt see auras… The art teacher was, thankfully, open minded about artistic interpretations and didnt see it as me potentially being a meta, though she did suggest I see an eye doctor."

"That was lucky."

Blaine nodded, thinking back to those pictures. One of the people he had been paired with said the glow Blaine had drawn around him was stupid, but then there had been another boy that thought it really made the drawing pop. His parents hadnt been pleased. He was in a prep school after all, and in a prep school conformity was the norm. Why couldnt Blaine just do things the way he was expected to?

"Then… uh… there was this dance. I had just come out as gay to my parents, and they werent bad about it, but you could tell they were struggling with it. They were the kind of parents who, from an early age, would say things like Well find you a nice girl to marry one day and I could tell those ideas they had about my future were based around the desire for me to me straight, so when I told them I was gay, it was like I crushed their hopes for my future."

"Oh…. Blaine…"

Blaine shook his head. If he was going to be open with Kurt, he needed to keep speaking. "Anyhow… because I wanted to show them that being gay wasnt as bad as they thought, I went with a male friend to a Sadie Hawkins dance that was being held between my school and the sister school of my school. Bad idea…" Blaine sighed as he pushed back the visual memories threatening to make him emotional. "... after the dance a bunch of guys from the school came and beat me and my friend up. Thats when I really realized I was a metahuman though because I… I projected my fear and panic onto the guys attacking us without knowing what I was doing. I had no control then… "

"Blaine-"

"The ringleader went crazy. They put him in one of those institutions. The other guys just ran away home…. I didnt have control… the guy I went with to the dance… on top of being beaten, I projected onto him too, and it took weeks for the fear to wear off of him. He cried the whole time…"

"Oh god, Blaine-"

"My parents paid off the investigators, who officially reported that the guys had taken some bad mushrooms or something, and that my friend was just suffering from post traumatic stress disorder… but they knew the truth about me then, and knew that my being gay was just the tip of the disappointment iceberg for them."

Kurts hand flew across the table and took Blaines, holding it firmly and brushing a thumb over the side of his hand in slow, soothing motions. At this point Blaine was looking down at his half eaten sandwich as he spoke, unable to make eye contact as he worked to keep the feelings from that night buried down in his gut, where they wouldnt threaten to make him cry and snivel in front of Kurt.

"They had money.. so they were able to make the connections that were needed to get me in contact with the league… anyhow." Blaine took a deep breath and looked up at Kurt, forcing the most pathetic smile onto his face. "That was years ago. I can control it now."

Kurt nodded slowly, eyes glued on Blaine. "I know you can… but Blaine, where are your parents now?"

Blaines smile turned flat as he looked back away. "I… can we talk about it later?"

"Of course."

It had been a long time since Blaine had talked about that much, and he knew himself well enough to know that if he went on he would become a blubbering mess. They finished eating in silence, Kurts hand retreating back to his side of the table and leaving Blaines hand feeling like it had lost a digit with the removal.

The next day, with Blaine at school, Kurt did his first solo day patrol. There was a flood of videos uploaded showing Kurt flying over various points in Lima, and Burt was back on the news being questioned about his son again - in particular, did he have contact with his rogue winged son? No was the answer of course, but Blaine could see that even Burt Hummel struggled with lying, even if it was in Kurts best interests.

The next day Kurt went to Westerville, and Blaine even saw him swooping over the Dalton property on his way to his next vantage point. It was all the boys at Dalton could talk about for the rest of the day, and Blaine had to play it cool - though gushing about the wings did come naturally to him.

The media gave Kurt various names since he hadnt picked one for himself. Angel, Birdman, Cloud Surfer… Kurt didnt say what he thought of those names one way or the other as he skimmed over the news stories featuring him. If there was a name he wanted or liked, he didnt let Blaine know anyhow. Crime rates plummeted in the area though, as it became clear that the area was well guarded day and night now. That was what Kurt seemed to care about, pride floating around him like a flag whenever he read the reports on it.

It went on like that for a month, with Blaines role being relegated to the occasional sidekick, still rushing to catch up with Kurt. The most he ever seemed to contribute was checking peoples color auras out to see if they had any malicious feelings at the time which would occasionally lead them to a crack den or a case of domestic abuse. Kurt was right though. They didnt deal with super villains. Everything they did was small, and even though the communities seemed to thrive with the crime reduction, the police publicly chastised them for doing their job for them - citing that metahumans were now trying to interfere in the justice system and take jobs away from hardworking normal humans.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when things changed. Blaine was in his physical education class, playing rugby out on the field when a murmur rose up among the students and he followed their voices and fingers to where they were pointing Kurt out in the sky. Kurt was perhaps a little too predictable when it came to his runs in Westerville, because he always soared over Dalton. Blaine wasnt sure if it was coincidence or a need to check in on Blaine that made Kurt do it, though he hoped it was because of the latter reason, but the students now always had their phones and cameras on hand because it was common enough that they could get some video or pictures on a near regular basis.

Blaine watched as Kurt hovered overhead, then snapped his neck to the side, body and wings following as he caught sight or sound of something that concerned him. It was a quick enough movement that Blaine ran himself off the field, unnoticed by the teacher and his peers who all had their eyes on the sky, and towards the direction Kurt had gone.

It took him off Dalton property, and towards the south side of town - quite literally on "the other side of the tracks". It was only a few blocks away from the prestigious school Blaine attended, but it was a whole other world the further south one went over the tracks. This was not where Westervilles finest lived and operated.

As he continued on, hoping to hear or see something that would lead him to Kurt, he saw a feather floating down from the sky. He was close. Then there was a scream, and then another, and Blaine was running down an alley that managed to remain dark even though it was the middle of the day.

Those screams were Kurts.

More screaming, a mixture of voices, a sickening crack followed by a wail, and laughter.

"Thatll teach you meta scum!"
"Think you can do our job for us?!"
"Look at it. Thinks its better than us."

As Blaine rushed to the scene, all he could see at first were feathers everywhere. They were floating through the air chaotically, tossed all over the ground, and even on top of a half open dumpster. They were everywhere but on Kurt, and the largest of the feathers had blood tinged on the quills.

They had ripped out his beautiful feathers.

Kurt was curled up on the ground, a mess of blood and tattered costume. His wings, or rather, the appendages that once were feathered, were pulled in tightly against his back as he tried to make himself small and compact - a defensive tactic that didnt put off his attackers at all. One had a crowbar that fell down heavily against Kurts back with a disgusting crunch as soon as Blaine got close, still unnoticed by the group of five men encircled around Kurt. Some were kicking him, another was stripping the bits of spandex off him to expose him to the world. Above them all was the darkest black imaginable - malicious evil in its truest form.

Blaine swept a hand up, even though he didnt need to in order to project fear onto them all, he found it helped him direct the act. In moments the men were screaming, dropping to their knees and balling up much like Kurt was. Blaine didnt even have to summon up the emotion because the fear he was feeling was all too real to him. He couldnt lose Kurt. Not like this.

With all of them down and squirming in place, Blaine rushed to Kurts side, pulling off his Dalton polo top to cover him up as he laid on the ground. He was still alive, though his eyes were swollen shut and his breathing was labored. His body was caked with his own blood, and from the cuts and scratches on a couple of the guys, it looked like he had fought back against what must have been a trap, but to no avail.

"Oh god… Kurt… Kurt… oh… please be okay…" Blaine whisper-murmured to the other boy as he pulled his phone out and immediately sent a message to Isabelle reading NEED HELP NOW before tucking his arms under Kurts knees and neck to lift him up, hoping that it wouldnt hurt him or make his injuries worse. They had discovered that Kurt healed fast, but if he died, there was no coming back from that.

"What the fucking hell? I leave for a second and some kid drops you all?"

Blaine snapped his head around, a sixth man entering onto the scene with a gun in hand. He had slipped in behind Blaine while Blaine was completely focused on Kurt and now had it pointed on Blaine. This was not something Blaine was ready for, and he wasnt sure if he could even do anything with Kurt in his arms.

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The noise seemed to come out of nowhere, and both Blaine and the man with the gun dropped to their knees. Blaine managed to keep a hold on Kurt through sheer willpower, though he wanted to cup his hands over his ears like the man was doing, having dropped the gun in the process.

That was when Blaine realized that Kurt was the one who has made the deafening noise. He wasnt just alive, but had his head turned towards the man, one eye slitted open as far as he could manage. When his mouth close again though he seemed to have exhausted himself because he was out, a dead weight in Blaines arms, but one that Blaine could now carry away with the threat of the gun removed.

So Blaine carried Kurt, and he ran as fast as he could. Somewhere in that running, between the stunned looks of pedestrians as he rushed past and the sounds of sirens in the distance, Blaine reached an epiphany.

Life was changing once again.