Kurt tiptoed through the dark. He didn't like this; feeling helpless…feeling vulnerable. He felt a hundred eyes trained on him from somewhere in the shadows all around. A cold breeze whipped through his hair and he shivered. His mind raced with all the possibilities, everything that might await him just around the corner. His breaths came quickly as he moved, slithering against the wall, quiet and nimble, like a cat. His black suit clung to him, trapping in the heat, making him feel heavier than he should.

He heard the shuffle of feet behind him and he froze…a single bead of sweat breaking free from his hairline and dripping over his brow, hovering dangerously close to his eyes. He longed to blink it away, but he dared not move. Not a sound, Kurt. Not a sound, or they might hear you.

Something in Kurt's head told him that he was already too late.

He sighed deeply, clutching hard to the gun in his hands.

Only one thing to do, and he didn't look forward to it. Not at all.

Kurt Hummel didn't back down in the face of a challenge. He would turn, face the predator that stalked him, and fight.

The pulse came out of nowhere, before he even had the chance to turn around, hitting him square in the chest. Lights flashed and alarms blared in Kurt's ears. It was over. Game over. Over before it had even begun. Kurt hung his head in defeat.

“Uncle Kurt!” Finn crowed as he jumped out from behind the partition, Blaine giggling behind him. “You suck at this!”

“Yeah!” Blaine agreed. “We've been following you for the last ten minutes.” Blaine wrapped his arms around his dom, kissing him fiercely on the lips.

“Kurt,” Blaine whispered, a sly grin mocking Kurt as it grew on Blaine's face, “were you doing that inner monologue thing again?”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“You think you know me so well, Blaine Anderson,” Kurt sneered playfully, “but you don't have a clue.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow as he looked into Kurt's steely gray eyes. Kurt dropped his head.

“Yes,” he admitted. “Yes, I was.”

Blaine barked out a laugh, kissing Kurt lightly as Finn began to howl.

“Ugh!” Kurt groaned. “This is what I wasn't looking forward to.”

They both turned to see Finn, dancing around obnoxiously, wiggling his butt as he jumped back and forth.

“Does he always have to do that?” Kurt shook his head. Barbra limped slowly out from behind another partition with Dave and Adam in tow.

“Can we go now?” she asked earnestly, looking a little more than tired.

“Yes,” Blaine said, glancing once more at Finn. “I think we've had more of that…” He gestured to the still gyrating boy, “…than I can take.”

Dave grinned.

“Let's get a pizza and go home to your sisters,” he said as Adam helped him out of his gear.

“Yeah,” Kurt agreed, handing his laser gun to Blaine and starting with his own breastplate.

“Don't worry, babe,” Blaine reassured Kurt. “We'll be back here for laser tag next week, and I can hunt you down again.”

Kurt pecked a quick kiss to Blaine's lips, biting his sub's lower lip for good measure.

“I can hardly wait.”