The pair had barely said a word to each other the entire flight. It had been three hours of an awkward yet comforting silence to them both. They were thinking about what could happen, who they'd left behind…when they will get home.

Finally, the plane touched down at Salt Lake City Airport. They stood at the baggage claim conveyer, their single suitcases clutched firmly beside them.

"Erm, so now what?" Blaine said quietly.

Kurt glanced at him before pulling out the letter he got from Detective Mandel, instructing them what to do upon their arrival in Utah. He skimmed over the page, reading aloud as he went "It says when you arrive at Salt Lake City, you will be met by Chief Saunders who will take you to your next and final destination"

Blaine sighed, and sat down on his suitcase. "I guess we just wait then"

"Not for very long" Kurt raised his eyebrows and nodded in the direction of a tall, broad shouldered man, aged about fifty, a straw-coloured hat on his head, greying hair, kind brown eyes, a police badge displayed proudly on his denim jacket and a smile on his face. He was followed closely by a teenage girl who looked similar to him although with brunette hair instead.

"I'm guessing you two must be Kurt and Blaine?" the man said, stopping in front of them. They nodded and Blaine got up to introduce himself but the man held up a hand.

"No, no, lemme guess who is who" he studied them for a little while before declaring "You're Kurt and you're Blaine" pointing to the correct man.

"You would be right" Blaine said, smiling a little.

"I'm Hank Saunders; this here is my daughter Rosie"

"Hey" she said, her smile was similar to her father's, warm and comforting.

"So I'm guessing you two are tired, hungry and probably rather worried right now? But don't worry, you will be staying at my house with my family, we will get you comfortable and settled. It will be a home away from home if you will. Now, let me take your bags" he grabbed their suitcases before either of them could protest and was walking away back towards the exit.

"Come on, I know this is overwhelming but it's okay. My dad is good at his job, he isn't gonna let anything happen to you while you are here. Promise" Rosie addressed them wisely; she seemed to be mature beyond her years. She gestured for them to follow her and they did. Both a little more curious than they were before.

It was an 86 mile drive to Garden City from the airport. Kurt had since fallen asleep on Blaine's shoulder in the back of the Saunders' truck and Blaine hadn't had the heart to move him. He didn't know Kurt that well yet but he could tell this whole ordeal was worrying him greatly. When they finally reached the town, Blaine looked out the window at his surroundings. From what he could see, Garden City was just a regular American town, there were a few houses, and he noticed a school, some shops. It was suburbia. 'Probably a good place to hide from a murderer in Manhattan' he thought to himself. They carried on driving through the town, a little way into the countryside before they reached the house.

Kurt woke with a start when the truck stopped and practically leapt off Blaine. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall asleep!"

"You were tired, it's fine" Blaine said smiling. Then he turned to the house and gave a sharp intake of breath. It was so pretty! A large brick house stood in the centre of a courtyard and around it stood various barns and stables. It was a ranch. And a big one at that! There were acres and acres of green fields and there were chickens wandering freely.

"You have a beautiful place Mr Saunders!" Blaine said in awe.

"Why thank you sweetie" a woman's voice came from the doorway of the house. She walked towards them with confident strides, a smile on her face, her brown hair tied back in a bun. "My name is Leanne, I'm Hank's wife, it's lovely to have you here!"

Blaine and Kurt were hurried inside by Leanne and she presented them with food and possibly the largest cup of coffee Blaine had ever seen in his entire life.

"Now, I'm afraid, we only have one guest room. We did have two but someone" – she nodded in Rosie's direction-"decided that she just could not live with a wall separating her room and the spare room and took to it with a hammer"

"Hey! I'm a growing girl, I needed the space!" Rosie said indignantly.

"So unfortunately, one of you is going to have to take the couch in the upstairs lounge room. Is that okay?"

Blaine looked to Kurt. "You take the room; I'm fine with the couch"

Kurt nodded his thanks; he had gone even quieter since they had arrived.

Leanne regarded him with concerned eyes, the kind only a mother has when she knows something is wrong. "Are you okay honey? I know this is difficult but please don't shut us out. We're here to help you" she leant across the table to take Kurt's hand but he pulled back quickly.

"Thank you for your hospitality but all I want to do is get outta here. I have a job back home, friends, and my family! I don't need this right now! I've gone my entire life without visiting Utah or ever needing to and I didn't want to start right now! I would appreciate if you all just left me alone!" Kurt shouted, his voice rising in decibels as he went on. He stormed out of the room, upstairs.

"Let me go after him, I'm sorry!" Blaine said apologetically. Blaine bounded up the stairs and he noticed the only shut door.

Knocking on it lightly, he whispered "Kurt?"

The door opened sharply.

"Didn't I just tell you to leave me alone?" Kurt said coldly.

"Why are you being like this? This family have let us into their home to keep us safe; couldn't you show a bit of gratitude?" Blaine said, standing his ground firmly.

"Because Blaine, we are hiding from a fucking killer! How am I expected to feel safe how?" Kurt screeched.

"The police are good at their job, they'll get him. Come on, please don't shut me or them out" Blaine thought about reaching out for Kurt's hand but thought better of it.

"I don't care! I feel trapped here and I've barely been here five minutes! I just want to be alone. No, actually, I just want to be back home in New York and not stuck here, fearing for my life with a stupid preppy guy like you!" The door slammed in Blaine's face again.

Great. The one person Blaine had hoped to make a friend of out of this had turned into a screaming harpy.