New story! Main ships are Klaine and Tike with side everyone/everyone like they are so many pairings in the glee world.
Summary - Mike and Blaine are lost, just looking for a place to get help. They come across a house with the owners being Tina Cohen-Chang and Kurt Hummel. When they enter they are treated with kindness and hospitality. But theres a big part of the story there missing, and they find their stay extended by force and their impending doom
"Matt!" Blaine's voice pierced the silence that was building up around them as they traipsed around the mountain looking for their currently lost friends. Blaine did a quick survey of the area and apart from the surrounding earth full of plants and trees and the wind blowing heavily in his face, nothing was out of place.
"Rory!" Mike joined in the shouting, he was following Blaine even though they both knew that they were hopelessly lost. They woke up in their hike to find their friends Rory and Matt gone, so they packed up and headed out trying to find them.
It had started out as innocent fun, Matt and Mike had the original idea of them all going hiking, Blaine greeted the idea with the same enthusiasm, Rory was more difficult to convince but hesitantly agreed when he witnessed his friends desperate attempts to get him to join after he felt sorry for them. They somehow thought they could convince him by dressing up as woodland creatures, he then decided to go but not before taking a picture for the laughs and possible future blackmail material because Blaine dressed up as a mouse was too good an opportunity.
When the first started the hike, spirits were high, they were walking around the hills with a jump in their step. The first day was fine, the next day was chaos. Actually the next morning.
Blaine didn't have time and didn't have the right stuff for his morning skincare routine and apparently that left him in a moody state. When they began their walk Blaine started to trail behind in a mood. Luckily enough the rest of the happy campers had brought red vines which definately fixed his mood.
It was on the third day when things started to get weird. Although none of them mentioned it, they all felt like they were being watched, the whole time. Like a spooky presence was on them the whole, a supernatural sort of presence. Once in a while they could hear a twig snap, when one or all of them turned around, nothing was there.
The sun went down on the third day, the conversation during dinner was strained, partly because something might have been following them around and partly because Matt's heavy snores didn't allow much conversation between the other three that were awake.
The weirdest thing happened on the fourth morning, Rory and Matt woke up out of their tent and instead were around the extinguished fire. They put it down to one sleepwalking and dragging the other. They all chose not to question it, even though they all had their own different ideas, each one as weird as the next.
They continued on and reached their highest point on the fourth day, elated they made it, not exactly on time. They high-fived and drank beers until they released they couldn't camp up there and needed to make a move on. They continued on, this time going down hill.
They camped and slept and woke up on the fifth day, nothing at all happened that day, well except for Rory falling and getting mud all over his face though he was vowing he hadn't even slipped, he said he pushed. Weird thing was that the other three boys were in front of him.
When the camped and arose the sixth day, Mike and Blaine emerged from their tent to find Matts and Rory's tent empty but all their belongings were there. Mike and Blaine packed up all their belongings and Matts and Rory's and carried on to try and find their friends. They were definitely slower then before but they were carrying twice the weight.
And that's currently where our 'heros' are. Trying to find their friends.
"Where do you think they are?" Blaine asked Mike, finally stopping and dumping his bag and Rory's heavy bag on the ground, exhausted. "They couldn't have gotten very far."
"They shouldn't have left us in the first place." Mike said annoyed as he carefully placed the two bags on the floor of the earth aswell. "Then we wouldn't be in this mess."
"Maybe we should head back to where we set off from." Blaine said looking back in the direction they had just travelled with a sad grimace on his face. "For all we know they might be there waiting for us."
"Blaine, we waited there for two hours before we started walking again." Mike said still annoyed. "They should have came back or at least left a note behind to tell us where they are. And going back the route we came is solid up-hill. I know I'm like a dance ninja but that's too much for me."
"Look, Mike. I say we walk back." Blaine said picking his bags off the ground and slamming them against his back. "That way we'll probably meet up with them at one point."
"Blaine." Mike moaned, he hated when Blaine went into leader mode, or 'head warbler syndrome' as he liked to call it. "I'm not going back up there. Lets continue on walking downhill for a while and see if we can find a house or something."
"Phone!" Blaine suddenly exclaimed. "We have our phones, we can call them!" Blaine eagerly took the bags off his back and dived his hand in looking for his phone.
"Blaine, we have their phones." Mike said laughing. "And besides we'll get no signal here."
Blaine looked glum. "It's not anything to laugh about." He then sat on the bags, not even caring about breaking the valuables in them. "They're going to die, aren't they?"
"No." Mike quickly disagreed. Even though he was thinking it, he would never admit that to Blaine because that would send Blaine into either full on panic mode or full on depressing mode or a combination of the two, neither were good. "They'll be fine, we'll keep walking downhill, until we reach someone who can help us, ok?"
"Ok." Blaine said flatly. He picked up his bag and then they both set off again, navigating through the deep wilderness.
To keep spirits high, Mike decided to try and start a conversation. "So, how are you and Sebastian getting on?" Mike asked trying to seem interested.
"I think he's hiding something from me." Blaine said seriously. "He's not cheating, and he's not lying but he's not telling me something." He admitted.
"I once dated a girl." Mike started. "Who was like that, turns out she didn't tell me she was married." He said laughing.
Blaine went wide-eyed. "You think Sebby's married?" Blaine asked terrified the tears already pooling in his eyes. Mike only noticed when he looked over.
"No!" Mike said quickly. "He's not married Blaine! I'm making a joke." He made his way over to his friend and brought him into a hug, a totally manly hug. "He's not married Blainers, you know Sebastian. If he does something or thinks something or knows something, he will tell you to your face." Mike said in attempt to calm Blaine down. "Not matter how painful it is." Mike added bitterly.
Blaine withdrew from the hug to say. "Sorry he said your singing sounded like a cat being strangled." Blaine said dried eyed with some sort of smile on his face, probably one of sympathy.
"I was in the warblers!" Mike protested, shouting loudly. "We were national champs!"
"You were only there to dance though." Blaine admitted looking a bit guilty at Mike. "And to teach us dancing that wasn't just standard boy band stuff."
"Still, I thought I had improved." Mike said shrugging his shoulders.
They continued to walk on.
It was getting dark.
And Cold.
Fast.
"Is that a house?" Blaine questioned excitedly as a very large house came into view, it looked about two floors with multiple towers, there was a fence round the outside. Although its setting (On a hillside) it looked incredibly modern and incredibly fabulous.
"I think so!" Mike agreed beaming from ear to ear. They looked to each other before running, no not running its not powerful enough, sprinting to this house.
Blaine got to the door and knocked on it first. Mike was very close behind.
It slowly and hesitantly opened to reveal a beautiful Latina with bronze skin. She greeted them not with a smile but with a glare.
Undeterred, Blaine asked smiling. "Hello, we're a bit lost you see and we've lost our friends, we were wondering if you would let us use some of your services."
The Latina clearly pondered the question, before turning her back to the boys and shouting "TINA! KURT! WE HAVE GUESTS!" She looked back at the two and gave a smile, they smiled back. What they didn't notice was that the smile was false.
She lead the boys into the hallway where they heard a male voice coming from the upstairs. "Really? I though you were coming in a month? We're not prepared!" The man said in a hurry and began making its way downstairs. "I will have to blame Finn for..." The man to whom the voice belonged to appeared at the foot of the stairs and paused in his tracks, his smile never faltering.
And Blaine swears he's just seen an angel.
"Who's this?" The man asked, the question posed to the Latina.
"Lost travellers." The Latina answered in a heartbeat. "Need of services."
"I'm Blaine Anderson." Blaine felt the need to introduce himself to the majestic creature in front of him. "And this is Mike Chang." He said gesturing to Mike who in turn waved.
"I'm Kurt Hummel." Yes! The man finally had a name of which for Blaine to call him. "This is my servant Santana." He pointed out the Latina. "I live here with Tina who is engaged in another activities."
"She with Evans again?" Santana interjects from the corner of the room.
"Yes Santana." Kurt answers her in a polite manner. "And I have made my thoughts on her decisions perfectly clear."
"It's that damn trouty mouth." Santana said giggling a wee bit. Kurt didn't look amused.
"Yes Santana." Kurt said clearly annoyed. "Why don't you go and make our guests some dinner, to fill up their bellies after a long day of walking."
"Yes, sir." She darted off presumably to the kitchen.
"You don't have to do that." Mike said taken back by the kindness of the young man. "We just need to use your phone."
"Nonsense." Kurt said. "Due to our living ground, we get wayward travellers passing through here all the time. You can stay the night and then we'll set you off in the right direction."
"That sounds great." Blaine said smiling eager to speak to him more. "But it's a bit much, we don't mean to impose."
"Honestly, it's fine. I'll show you to your room." Kurt said still smiling. "Pick up your bags and lets go."
They followed Kurt upstairs lugging their bags behind them, he showed them two rooms with a door between them. Each one had the basic stuff, a bed, drawers, table, sofa and a cupboard. Each bedroom had an en suite.
Just before Kurt went away he said. "Dinners in a hour, wash up by then!"
Mike and Blaine made their way downstairs to discover Kurt and Santana already sitting at the table siping wine.
"Come, join us!" Kurt beckoned them over, Blaine went excitedly whilst Mike just went. Santana poured them each a glass of wine. "We're waiting on Tina, she should be here in about ten minutes."
"Is Tina your wife then?" Mike asked as him and Blaine both sat down. Kurt and Santana both shared a look before bursting out laughing. "Was it something I said? Is this top too bright or something?"
"Believe me I'm not Tina's type and she is definitely not mine." Kurt said taking another sip of his wine. "Me and Tina have been friends for years, decided to visit the country and here we are."
Creak!
Slam!
"KURT!" An unknown voice to both Blaine and Mike shouted through the house.
"In the dining room!" Kurt shouted back, just not quite as loudly. "Santana get dinner sorted, Tina's back earlier than planned." Santana left the room.
"You'll never believe what I found out." 'Tina' said as her voice got closer and closer to the dining room.
"It can wait." Kurt said looking back of their guests.
"Why?" She questioned as her face popped in the door.
And Mike swears he's just seen an angel.
"Oh, hello." She said uneasily making her way across the room to sit at the table in the seat next to Kurt's. "Who do we have here?" She asked directing her question to Mike.
"I'm Mike and this is Blaine." Mike said introducing themselves. "We were hiking and Kurt was kind enough to offer us dinner and a place to stay."
"Okay, what's for tea?" Tina now turned her attention to Kurt who was still currently sipping his wine.
"Salmon." Kurt answered and as if that was a que Santana entered with a tray with four dishes of Salmon on it.
"It looks lovely." Mike said complementing Santana, who in turn just rolled her eyes and went back into the kitchen to get her dish.
"We'll, enjoy." Kurt said raising his glass.
Blaine took a bite, it tasted funny, not like regular salmon, it had some sort of kick to it. He began to feel dizzy, the world was spinning. He managed to look over to Mike to notice he had passed out, salmon on his face. He looked to the front to see Kurt and Tina grinning evilly.
"What have you..." He passes out.
