Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

This couldnt be happening.  It just couldnt.

Kurt felt himself be immobilized by shock.  His mind was scrambling for something, anything, to do but it was like his brain was malfunctioning.  He just couldnt come up with a plan.  

So Kurt did the first thing he could think of.  He ran.

Kurt turned on his heels and sprinted away from the Lima Bean as fast as he could, everything a blur.  He didnt care where he was going.  He just needed to leave.  Right.  Now.

It was only after he started running that his mind cleared and he was able to  think.  First off- that guy definitely recognized him.  Kurt had no idea how- he knew he had done a great job of disguising himself as a girl.  As of now, he was wearing a dress.  And makeup.  And nail polish.   And a wig.  For Gods sake, he was even wearing heels.  Yes, they were the sensible kind- only 3 inches high.  But still.  He was unrecognizable.  

After a while, Kurts legs burned and he was gasping for air.  He mentally cursed the heels, knowing he would have gotten so much further without them.  Kurt leaned against a street pole, panting.  He looked around and saw that he didnt recognize where he was anymore.  Even while wearing questionable footwear, he had gone quite a long way.

What are you doing, Hummel?, he asked himself.  This was stupid.  He was stupid.  He was a nationally-known serial killer.  People everywhere feared him.  Pretty much all of Lima cowered in their homes because of him.  Why was he running away now?

Besides, that guy who saw him didnt look even remotely dangerous.  Kurt only got a glance of him, but he was pretty sure the man was wearing a fucking bow tie.

Nevertheless, that guy definitely saw him.  And somehow recognized him.

Kurt sighed.  How could he be such an idiot?  It was horribly risky to go outside in broad daylight, even dressed as a girl.  It was all because of his stupid coffee addiction.  Kurt made a mental note to buy a coffee machine.  Or at least steal one.  

Kurt smoothed out his dress.  It still felt strangely foreign to wear it, but he figured hed just have to get used to it.  It was a small price to pay.  

Kurt turned around and walked briskly back to the Lima Bean.  There was no way he was going to let some asshole ruin everything hed worked so hard for.  Not this time.

It was time to do some damage control.

Blaine

Blaine attempted to get back to writing, but it was impossible.  Unless he was daydreaming, he had just seen the killer.  Right there.  On the sidewalk.  In plain sight.  Dressed as a girl.

Or maybe he didnt.  Maybe he was just imagining things.  After all, he had only seen his eyes.  It wasnt like those eyes were patented.  It was probably just him being a pathetic lonely writer.  He was so desperate for inspiration that he was now imagining things.  Before he knew it, Blaine was probably going to end up in the loony bin.

She was probably just a perfectly ordinary person whod been walking down the street.  She had seen Blaine gasp at her and got weirded out.  So she ran away.  A perfectly normal thing to do in her situation.  Blaine couldnt really blame her.  

Blaine turned his attention back to his laptop, trying to ignore his rapid heartbeat.  It was only the coffee.  Nothing more.

After a while of writing and drinking coffee (but mostly drinking coffee), Blaine decided it was time to head home.  He had been pretty productive (three pages of a new short story done) and now he was needed to go cook dinner.

Blaine got in his car and started driving home.  Even though the streets were mostly empty, he had this eerie feeling he was being watched.  Blaine felt his whole body involuntarily shiver, even as he tried to stay calm.  Deep breath, he told himself.  Deep breath.

Blaine took his own advice and took a long breath.  He glanced at the rear view mirror, but he still couldnt see anyone behind him.  It didnt reassure him- Blaine still felt his skin crawl.  Maybe they were lurking in the shadows.  Or they were invisible.  Or something.

Eventually, Blaine arrived home.  He quickly scanned the surrounding, empty area before sprinting to the door.  Blaine opened the door as fast as he could and locked it immediately.  Then, Blaine did a quick sweep of all the rooms in the house.  They were all empty; Blaine said a silent thank you to the heavens.

He went back into the kitchen to cook dinner.  It was time to stop being such a paranoid idiot.  That girl he spotted earlier was just some random person who had green eyes.  It was true that not that many people had green eyes (Google claimed only 2% of the worlds population did), but it was still a common eye color.  His 10th grade English teacher had green eyes.  The cashier at the local deli had green eyes.

Blaine was blanking on more people, but still.  It was a relatively common trait.

He took another deep breath.  Stop worrying, Blaine told himself.  He hadnt seen the killer.  There was no one else in the house.  The door was locked.  He was safe.

On that note, Blaine decided to make pasta.  He had found some bow-tie pasta the last time he went to the supermarket and he was dying to use it.  He filled a big pot with water and a dash of salt.  Blaine put it on the stove and turned up the heat to max.  While waiting for the pasta to boil, he put on a classical music radio and sat down at the table to continue writing.  He was still struggling, but he forced himself to trudge onwards.  Blaine had a feeling that everything hed written so far was utter crap, but he could always edit it later.  Right now, he just needed to get the words on the page.

After a bit, he heard the water boiling.  Blaine got up and dumped the entire box of pasta in.  It was far too much for just him and Rachel, but he could always use leftovers.  To go with it, he poured some store-bought pasta sauce in a pan and turned up the heat on it.

 Blaine stirred the pasta idly, trying to think of an ingredient he could add.  Currently, it was a displeasingly plain meal.  He decided he would add some frozen meatballs to make it more filling and some dried oregano for added flavor.  He grabbed the bag of meatballs out of the freezer and dumped them on a baking sheet before throwing them into the oven.  Next, Blaine looked for the oregano.  He couldnt find it, even though it should have been in the kitchen.  It had to be in the cabinet.  He went to go get it, which was unfortunately all the way on the other side of the house.  He managed to find it though, and made his way back into the kitchen.

Blaine was just walking in when he was suddenly slammed into the wall.  He felt his back hunched over as he recoiled from the blow.  He collapsed on the ground.

At his eye level were a pair of red heels.  Blaine looked up and saw her towering over him.

It was the girl from before.  Now that Blaine could see her clearly, he could see she was actually quite pretty.  She had long auburn hair that cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves.  Her skin was pale and seemingly flawless.  Her eyes were an amazing shade of light green.  Her lips were a deep, rich red.

Her hand, however, wasnt so pretty.  Her right arm was against her side, and in her hand she clutched a gun.  She lifted it so the muzzle was aimed at Blaine.  A red nail-polished finger wrapped around the trigger.

She smiled at him.

"Hello, Blaine."