Kurt’s mind is too full. There are thoughts racing a mile a minute, so when Victoria’s small cry of plea shoots through his brain, he barely notices.

--

Kurt walks out of the bathroom and right into Fang.

“Oh, sorry.” Kurt apologizes, but Fang just shrugs, and since Kurt is still attached to him, he can feel it. Fang wraps his arms around the shorter boy, and pulls him in tighter.

“Come with me?” Kurt nods, and Fang starts pulling him somewhere. They leave the building, and Kurt starts to wonder where they’re going.

“Babe, the flock, they’re expecting me…”

“Nah, I asked Blaine if he would watch them for a bit before we got here. He understands.” Fang pulls Kurt in for a kiss, but the other boy isn’t as responsive as Fang would like him to be. “Kuuuuurt, what’s wrong?”

Kurt laughs nervously. “You didn’t actually tell Blaine that you needed him to watch the kids so that we could hook up, right?” The pale boy looks towards Fang with a mixture of hope and dread on his face.

“Well, yeah…don’t worry babe he was cool with it.”

“He’s cool with it?” Kurt shakes his head in disbelief, his eyes wide and his mouth curling into an angry smile. His lover can’t really be that daft. “Are you serious Fang? I can’t believe you think that…He’s definitely not ok, or cool, with it or whatever. He acts like he’s all tough and shit, but he’s not. Especially not with shit like that! Especially not with shit about you! You don’t know shit about him, do you?”

“You’re damn right I don’t know anything about him.” Fang says with a snarky tone and a sneer on his face. “I don’t want to know him! The way he looks at you… You’re mine, and I just wanted to show him that because I don’t think he quite understands that.”

“Look Fang, I get that you’re all protective of your shit and stuff, but I’m not ‘yours’. I don’t belong to you.”

“No, babe, I know, but he doesn’t get--”

“No, I don’t think that you get it. I really don’t think you do because I have to raise those kids. No, Blaine and I have to raise those kids you just dumped in his lap. They’re my kids. They’re Blaine’s kids. Me and him, we belong to the flock. The kids will always be first. And you need to get that. We’re not just two kids hooking up anymore. I have kids.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t hook up every once in a while!”

 “Actually, it kind of does. The flock lost everyone. Burt died, then you ditched us. They have issues. So, yeah we can have sex. But only when they’re asleep, and close enough so that if something goes wrong, I’m there. We have an ass load of people that want to kill us, and they’re scared. Me and Blaine have been on our own for years. I know you used to help out but then you disappeared and it was just me and Blaine. So maybe he has feelings for me, but it’s been just me and him for the last 9 months. So you don’t get to do this to him. He needs me. The flock needs me. They need to know that I’ll always be here because I’m not going anywhere.”

“But Babe--”

 “They’ll worry if I’m gone too long because they’ll think I just ditched them like Burt and you! You left us! You left, so I’m going back. Now. Because I’m not going to leave them alone.” With that Kurt turned, unfolded his walking stick, and started back towards the direction of a lot of noise. Kurt’s assuming that the noise is coming from the mall.

The two boys walked back in silence. Kurt’s fuming. He knows the Blaine started cutting again. Kurt hasn’t said anything yet because last time it helped Blaine heal, even if it hurt him in the process. But some things will just push him over the edge. Fang was here when Blaine was just starting to do it, and he should just know better. Blaine is fragile.

Fang is hurt. He just wanted to be with Kurt for a while. He thought it was sweet what he did. So what if Blaine’s feelings get hurt? Why does Kurt care? And he knows he left, but it wasn’t by choice! Kurt’s acting like he wanted to be put in the tanks. Fang hated being in that place…it was the worst thing that ever happened to him.

They walk into the building, and Kurt’s eyes immediately go wide. Kurt gropes for Fang’s arm, but he can’t find it.

“Fang? Fang!?” Fine, fuckin’ leave. It’s what you’re good at. Kurt thinks when the other boy doesn’t respond. He starts walking towards a loud commotion, knowing that’s where the flock would be. He finally heard Victoria. He knew this wouldn’t be good.

And he would be right.

“Britt! Brittany wake up!”

“Santana who is this?! I need something to go off of here.”

“Blaine what’s going on?” Kurt hears everyone yelling, but he can’t figure out what happened.

“Britt’s passed out on the floor; she doesn’t look so hot. And there’s another girl, but I don’t know what’s…oh, wait. She’s- I think she’s frozen. And it seems like Santana knows freeze dry.”

“Ok. Alright. I got this. EVERYONE! SHUT THE HELL UP!” Kurt screams. And just like Kurt asked, everyone goes silent. Kurt walks over to where San’s voice was coming from. “Where’s Britt?” Santana grabs his hand, and pulls him down her lap, where Brittany’s head is resting.

Santana sniffles. “Is she ok?” She asks with a strained voice. “Tell me she’s ok.”

Kurt feels her head, and is immediately alarmed by how hot her forehead is. “Get me a lot of ice. She’s burning up. Then tell me what the hell is going on.” San nods and runs off. When she comes back she has three big bags of ice. Kurt places two on either side of her torso, and one under her knees. “Warm up the other girl-”

“Zoantia.”

“Ok, warm up Zoantia, slowly. Not too fast, or you’ll cook her, and tell me what happened.”

“Well, um, so I met Zo when I went out one time, and she’s like us, she can’t really go out, ‘cause she has ears that show, and…we um, got together. And I didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but then she showed up here, and me and Britt were having coffee. And me and Zo started talking and then Britt shook her hand, and the next thing I know they’re both on the floor!”

“The blonde froze the other girl!” some random person shouted from the crowd surrounding them.

Santana shook her head. “Britt couldn’t have done this, it’s not her power.”

“Considering what the hell we saw her do yesterday, I think she has more than we know about…”