Author Notes: Here goes the next chapter, I was surprised that it got so many hits in just a few hours haha so it inspired me to update right away since I had this kind of planned out already.

GLEE!

Finn was not in perfect stride, he raced around the corner of the street, right on the tail of the Perritrian. His mind was not where it should be. All he could think about was his friend. He knew what was at stake now, what had started as the normal round up of a lost alien had turned deadly. Matt had been killed, that was a fact. He knew he couldn't let it get to him, but he couldn't help but feel like a failure. A leader was supposed to protect his men. He knew that he should be more concerned about the civilians that would be mauled but that came out of a sense of duty. He couldn't be like some of the others; he didn't accept death as inevitability.

There was a scream of terror that snapped him back into the moment; the Perritrian was half way between him and the civilians, two men he could make out in the dark. He didn't think he'd be able to catch up. He almost regretted how much he hated guns. He wasn't a very good shot, he didn't trust himself to open fire in their direction. One dead civ was better than two dead civs.

"RUN!" He shouted trying to get them to move, if they could by him even a little time he might be able to save them. Damn it they were too scared, that was understandable but really not helpful.

Wait, they were moving, Finn grinned looks like one of them had the right state of mind to deal with the situation. That feeling of optimist vanished quickly though, it was too little too late the alien was bearing down on them, they'd be killed. Giving it his all he gave one last burst of speed to close the distance as the Perritrian brought down its claw on one of them. He thought he saw the man push the other out of the way at the last second, but it didn't register.

GLEE!

Blaine froze in fear, something big and fast was running towards him and Jeremiah and he couldn't move. It was completely unbelievable, it looked like a bad Hollywood monster, vaguely birdlike vaguely reptilian. He knew that it was real though, he just knew, the feeling in his gut told him so. He could feel it look at him like a free meal, some primal part of him remembered what it was like to be hunted and it scared him.

Jeremiah was also scared, somewhere in the back of his mind he was praying this to be a weird dream but as the thing got closer he knew he had to run. He turned flee but saw Blaine transfixed, completely and utterly unmoving. Why was it that they never could be on the same wavelength? Why couldn't he just know that it was best to run away right now?

"Blaine come on!" Jeremiah grabbed his arm hoping to bring his boyfriend around. He could see Blaine's knees shaking, it was no use he was paralyzed. "Blaine we need to..." he heard a man call out the end of his sentence and glanced to see a taller person running after the creature.

Grabbing Blaine's arm tightly he tried to drag him away, maybe getting to start moving would trigger his flight instinct. He was glad that it seemed to be the case because Blaine was now matching his stride, it became less of a drag and more of a desperate fleeing to put some distance between them and it.

The sound of its surprising light footsteps got closer and its shadow was covering them as they ran. The distance between them was closing fast and both realized that they would never be able to out run it.

Blaine felt tears well up in his eyes; he had wanted adventure and danger but he didn't want to die. He didn't want Jeremiah to die either but what could they do? This seemed like it, his steps decreased in frequency and his pace slowed ever so slightly.

If he had to die, he could at least make sure Jeremiah got away. If the thing was too busy killing him then at least his boyfriend could get away. He wasn't the self sacrificing type but at least his death would have a bit of meaning.

A funny thought flickered in his mind as he saw the shadow of a claw rising. The gift of life was a pretty romantic thing to give, if a bit morbid. Hope you like your anniversary gift… he though as the claw descended.

GLEE!

Kurt rounded the corner, his gun drawn and pointed. He was out of breath and his usually perfectly styled hair was windblown and messy. His clothes were a mess, wet and muddy from a rather unfortunate incident with a puddle. Normally this would have been merit for him to stop and clean up a bit, even on a mission, but he knew that Finn needed back up, or he did.

Kurt lowered his gun when he saw he was too late to be any real help. The Perritrian was slumped on the side of a building, dead. Kurt could no longer sense any malice from the deceased alien, but he did feel an over whelming amount of fear and sadness from the surviving civilian. Both he and Finn were standing over the body of another man with curly hair.

"Shit…" holstering his gun he jogged over, "Sorry Finn…what's the situation." He went into business mode and took a formal tone.

GLEE!

The claw came down faster than he expected, oh well, it would be over sooner that way. Blaine said accepting his death; going out on a bang was how he'd always said he wanted to die. Careful what you wish for.

A sharp push broke his train of thought as he fell sideways. That was not expected. He hit the ground hard with a gasp of pain. His eyes flew open to see Jeremiah smile at him one last time before, like by a guillotine, he was cut down.

And just like that Jeremiah, his boyfriend of three years did his first truly brave thing. He smiled in the face of death and saved Blaine. It was a quick and, if Jeremiah could have talked about later, relatively painless way to die. In the end they really were on the same wave length, he just hoped Blaine could forgive him for being selfish this one last time.

Blaine was frozen again; blood spatter from the attack covered his face and clothes. He didn't know if he was screaming, the noise in his head was too great. It sounded like crashing, like his world falling apart. The whole world he had come to know was falling apart piece by piece tonight.

The monster stood above him now, its claws wet with blood. It let out a terrible high pitched noise, a battle cry? Was it gloating, did it find pride in its accomplishment. Blaine shivered, did it really feel good about cutting down the most important person in Blaine's life. Hot bile rose in his throat and he vomited. Looking up he could see the things eyes, black and wild.

They stared at each other for just a moment before it raised another one of its talon like hands. He wasted Jeremiah's sacrifice; he'd die just as easily. With another deafening roar the avian abomination swung. There was a rush of air but no blow.

"Bastard!" Finn yelled as he sent a right hook into the creatures face, the alien had been far too busy gloating on its kill to dodge the crude attack. Blaine was amazed to see the Perritrian slammed into the wall by such a blow, then again after this night nothing seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

He looked to see his savior. The man was tall and muscular with an attractive face. His gloved hand still extended from the punch that was quickly retracted as kick was sent into the monsters beak like jaw. The attacks kept coming from him, faster and faster, it was inhuman.

The Perritrian staggered, disoriented and confused. It never expected a human to attack it like that, nor have the attacks hurt like they did. Another kick to its chest and a crunch of ribs shattering filled his head. A punch sent into his side, rupturing his organs with a sickening squish. More blows followed, one after the other and soon it was dead.

Blaine crawled over to Jeremiah's body while Finn inspected the corpse of the alien. He was still warm, his curly hair a tattered mess around his face. Blaine couldn't help but stroke it softly, the shock of it all starting to wear off, melting into anguish. Tears feel freely and Blaine didn't even try to hide his feelings. If Jeremiah were still alive he might have scolded him for being so emotional, but then again, Blaine never listened to him anyway.

He didn't notice when another man, shorter than the first came over. His voice was higher, more feminine; he looked like he just ran a marathon in the rain. Both men talked for a while but Blaine ignored them for the most part. Not really catching what they were saying.

Kurt looked down at the dead body of the civilian and his friend then back up to Finn. "Sorry I couldn't stop it before it came to this." He adjusted his hair a bit to keep it out of his face. He was getting ready for the cleanup operation that would need to start soon.

Finn shrugged, "Whatever dude… I don't blame you." He sounded tired. Taking the device from the car out of his pocket he started to fiddle with it. "Clean up should be here in 10 minutes, they'll get Matt first then the Perritrian, we have to decide what to do with the civs still."

"I assume we'd just do standard procedure." Kurt's eyes flickered over the two of them briefly, betraying no emotion. "No sense in dragging it out, it's been a long night." With a small nod from his leader Kurt stood beside the crying man. He had seen this too often to let it really bother him anymore.

Blaine sensed this was important and he stood up, giving Jeremiah's hair one last stroke. He wanted answers and he assumed this man would give them to him. He collected himself, his tears had stopped and he put his best stone face on. Jeremiah would be proud.

Kurt got a good look at the man now, a tad shorter than himself, more built. His face was quiet handsome, even though his eyes were still red from crying. A gripping sense of sadness poured from this man as well as a sense of pride, with an understandable hint of anger.

"Tell me… what just happened…what the hell is going on." Blaine breathed deep, his voice started to shake involuntarily. He got no response at first; Kurt just seemed to be studying him with his eyes, his piercing blue eyes. It irritated him how aloof he seemed, how detached. "What killed my Boyfriend just now… how did that guy do that stuff…tell me!" his hands curled into fists, letting his emotion take over again despite his resistance.

Kurt sighed and adjusted his hair again, "That's privileged information and under International Code 675 I am under no obligation to answer questions posed to me regarding the events of tonight." The mechanical response came, it was a well-practiced line delivered quickly and efficiently. A surge of anger welled from the man that made Kurt wince a bit, emotional types were always trouble.

"Don't give me that shit! What are you some kind of government suit? What was that monster? I have a right to know!" Blaine all but yelled at him. His confusion just fueled his anger and Kurt's icy demeanor did nothing to calm him.

"No… what you have is the right to remain silent." Kurt raised a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, "Under International Code 856 you will be taken into custody and questioned. Where after you will then have all memories purged regarding any of the details of tonight's events. You do NOT have the right to appeal, you do Not have the right to counsel, and you do not have the right to talk to me like that." What would almost be considered a playful smirk flashed across Kurt's face when he saw the shock on the other. It never really got old.

Blaine didn't know what just happened, he was under arrest? For what? He was the victim! Jeremiah was dead, killed in front of him and he was the one arrested. He lunged at the man not knowing what else to do, he didn't like violence but this man had pushed him too far.

Kurt stepped back reflexively; able to get out of the other man's reach with ease. "Resisting arrest will not help your situation…" he sighed and held up a hand to the man's face, it was quick and sudden. This seemed to confuse the dark haired man and caused him flinch for a moment. A moment was all Kurt needed for his type, people with strong emotions were the most susceptible to a psychic assault.

The air between Blaine's face and Kurt's hand wavered slightly. A sudden wave of coldness swept through Blaine's body, his body felt numb and his head went fuzzy. Kurt's will was pushing into his mind, it felt like his head was in a vice. He fell to one knee, his vision darkening. Blaine could feel himself losing control, he tried to fight but it was over all to quickly. The world around him started to spin and he blacked out.

Kurt caught him before he fell to the ground; the smallest tinge of guilt gripped his heart. It wasn't as if he enjoyed this sort of thing. It was his job, and it was easier to be cruel. For him at least. "Finn...I'm done over here." He took a deep breath and put his business face on again.

Finn was talking to a group of people dressed in black a few feet away, the cleanup team arrived and it was time to go. He walked over and surveyed the situation and with another simple nod he headed to the car. "Kurt take sleeping beauty to the SVU and let's get back to base. I already have Tina started on the Erasing."

Kurt nodded, "GLEE sure works fast… that guy will be gone before we even get back to HQ." there was a hint of bitterness laced in his voice. By far this was the most unsavory part of the job. He pushed the unpleasant thoughts out of his mind and carried the prisoner to the large vehicle.

GLEE!

Author Notes: I sort of played around with the how events unfolded in this chapter, switching perspectives until they all over lap and meet into one continuality. I like stories like that, not sure if I'll do that for every chapter obviously but I wanted to play around with types of storytelling.

Perritrians is a random name I thought of for the bird alien thing. You'll get a proper description of it next chapter. Kind of came about from Katie Perry's name which is fitting seeing as this is sort of a Klaine fic.

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