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Authors Note: ummm, not much to say, I guess XD. Thank you so much ya'lls for the reviews and story alerts, makes me feel special^^. I'm going to skip the long authors note and go straight on to the story this time.

Chapter three: Arabian Nights

Blaine didn't know what woke him, his head hitting the ground, hard, or the young porcelain skinned man who was now yelling at his friends. "David, Wes? What on Earth…?" Blaine started to say, but he was quickly shushed by everyone in the room. No wait, they weren't in a room, they were in…a van? The memories came rushing back to Blaine, albeit rather slowly. The guy who was yelling at his friends to shut up, he was Kurt something. Kurt bumble? And the girl was Rachel. That's right, he'd said some embarrassing things to Kurt, but he couldn't remember what exactly. Kurt suddenly glanced at him, and noticed he was trying to sit up.

"NO!" He practically shouted, running over and pressing Blaine back into the cot. "You'll bust a stitch. Just lie there. I swear if you bust one, I won't sew you back up. You'll just have to bleed to death!" Blaine lifted an eyebrow but didn't try to move again. He watched as Kurt took a deep breath and flung the door to the van open, revealing five Libyan military officers. Kurt began to speak in rapid Arabic with them, and much to Blaine's surprise he could understand a tiny bit of it. It wasn't a random miracle or anything. He'd taken an Arabic class back at Dalton as a gag class with Thad. David and Wes had tried to convince them to take Spanish with them, insisting it was a much more sensible class. America had many more Latino immigrants then Arab, but Thad and Blaine had just brushed them off. Now here they were, six years later, and that class would finally come in handy. He could see the nerves on Kurt's face as he chatted up the soldiers, who were looking over he and Rachel in a way Blaine did not appreciate. The only word he was really picking up was, "protestors," and "Not," From Kurt's mouth over and over again.

"Thad," Blaine whispered, "You getting any of this?" He glanced around for his friend, and realized for the first time he wasn't there. The head soldier turned and gave Blaine a dirty look which Kurt added his, 'shut the hell up' look to. They turned back to each other and Kurt now seemed to be pleading with him. A nasty grin slithered onto the soldiers face as he pulled Kurt close, and the other men seemed to be undressing Rachel with their eyes. The man's hand slipped down to cup Kurt's ass and he squeezed. Kurt gasped, and the next thing he said Blaine understood perfectly,

"Excuse me, but isn't homosexuality a crime in this country?" The smile slid off of his face and without a word he backhanded Kurt across the face. Hard. David immediately flew to the smaller boy's side as he glared up at the man. He spat one last thing in Arabic at them and then he and his soldiers stomped off.

On the floor where he had fallen, Kurt began shaking violently. "We need to get out of here." He whispered clinging to David.

"What did they say?" Rachel asked. Kurt shook his head.

"They thought we were protestors. They thought we'd come from America to take over their government. They said they wouldn't kill us if…if Rachel and I…Oh God." Wes' eyes widened as David gagged in disgust. Blaine began to sit up again but was halted by Kurt's dirty look.

"Lay. Down." He growled. Blaine lay down. Kurt sighed in defeat. "Never mind. We can't go anywhere with him," He said, gesturing to Blaine. "He shouldn't be moving. At least not for another day or so."

"We don't have another day or so." Blaine spoke up from his place on the ground. Kurt turned his fiery green eyes on him again.

"I'm not going to be responsible for your death." He said, his voice wavering. "That wound is worse than it feels, Blaine." So he knew his name? Huh. Maybe Blaine had forgotten quite a lot. Just what else had he told him?

"I'm much stronger than I look," Blaine said, forcing himself onto his feet, everybody stood poised, ready to catch him in case he stumbled, but Kurt reached him first. "You see?" Blaine said as Kurt slung his arm over his shoulder. "I'm-" He grimaced, "Perfectly fine." This was a lie, of course. He wasn't fine at all. In fact, he felt like his torso was on fire. Kurt didn't need to know that though. "Dave," He called to his friend. "Toss me my shirt." David complied, picking up the blue t-shirt and giving it too Blaine. He took a step away from Kurt and began to slip it on, but as soon as he got the shirt over his head he began to wobble of course. He felt two hands grab his waist and steady him so he could pull his shirt all the down. When he had pulled his shirt hall the way down, he expected to see David or Wes holding him steady but was surprised to see Kurt. Jeez, what had he said while he was all doped up on medicines? This all seemed pretty intimate for somebody he'd just met. But then again this was the guy who sewed up his chest. After that you probably felt as though you know everything about your patient, Blaine guessed. "Umm, Thanks." He mumbled awkwardly. "Anyway, I'll just sit in the passenger seat with you." Kurt lifted his eyebrows. "And you're going to drive us back to our hotel."

"Umm? No." Kurt deadpanned.

"Umm, yes." Blaine countered. "You're driving me, David, Wes and Thad back to our hotel, and then we're all getting the hell out of here. There's no way I'm letting you and Rachel stay here and get raped." Blaine barely noticed how eerily silent it had gotten when he mentioned his friends.

"…Blaine? David whispered softly. "There's something you need to know." Blaine looked around at his friends. They were all avoiding looking into his eyes. Well, all except Kurt that is.

"What is it?" Blaine suddenly understood. "Where's…Where's Thad?" Nobody responded. Wes just shook his head. Blaine swallowed hard. "Well, Ok then. Now's not the time to mourn. We need to get out of here. We'll just…We'll just pack his things up with ours. Rachel, Kurt you're coming back to America with us. No exceptions. I don't care if you're Red Cross," He looked at Rachel, "And you're some sort of free spirit or something. I'm not leaving you here to die." Kurt wanted to protest, but one look into Blaine's eyes told him there was no point. This boy had a plan and he was going to follow through on it. He'd just ditch them at the airport, Kurt decided.

"Fine." Kurt agreed, much to everyone's surprise. "But at least let me rebandage your friends. That crappy hospital job doesn't look like it's going to hold. And let me bandage you for that matter, too. I never got around to putting bandages over you're stitches."

Glee

Blaine sat in the passenger seat next to Kurt, hating the world more with every bump and pot hole they ran over. The streets were practically deserted, which actually came as a big surprise for him. He expected to see more soldiers roaming about chasing poor citizens. He guessed everyone had retreated into their homes in fear. Blaine clutched a hand to his chest, his face scrunched up in pain when Kurt finally noticed his discomfort.

"Sorry," He said, dropping their speed about ten miles. "I just don't like this. This silence. It's creeping me out. I'd much rather be outside that chaotic hospital. At least there were people around."

"It's fine." Blaine brushed him off. "And no you wouldn't rather be outside the hospital. Those soldiers could've come back."

"I would've been fine."

"No, you wouldn't have. You could've been raped."

"Part of the job description." Kurt meant it to come out light, but almost immediately he realized how bitter it sounded. Blaine was staring straight ahead, his expression stoic. He clearly wasn't amused at all. Kurt suddenly found himself feeling guilty.

" Sorry, that wasn't funny."

"No, it wasn't." As they lapsed into silence once more, Blaine turned around in his seat and glanced at his friends. They all looked extremely tired. It was kind of funny, compared to what some of the journalist they knew had been through, what they experienced was practically nothing. And yet they still all looked so…broken. They'd seen people around them die. Blaine had seen Thad-No, don't think about that. Had he really been wishing for this just earlier that day?

"So, what's your life like?" Kurt asked as he made a turn off. "Back home I mean? We might as well get to know each other a little bit better." Blaine thought about this for a moment. Get to know Kurt. Yeah, that could be nice. The slightly taller boy really was attractive, and he did save Blaine's life, after all.

"What do you wanna know?" He asked.

"Oh I don't know, do you have a girlfriend back home?" Blaine could already tell from Kurt's tone of voice that he already knew the answer to that. How did he know he was gay?

"Who told you." Blaine said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Kurt chuckled, causing the van to swerve a bit.

"You did!"

"I did?"

"Well, no, but you did tell me I was beautiful. Even the drunkest of straight men wouldn't say that to another guy." Blaine could feel himself begin to blush. He had told Kurt he was beautiful? How embarrassing.

"What else did I say?" He asked insistently.

"Oh nothing." Kurt ho hummed. Blaine glared at him. It was clearly something, but he didn't press. They continued on making small talk until they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They all jumped out of the van with the exception of Blaine who limped out with Kurt's help. He had a firm grasp on his hand as he led him to the front of the hotel. After convincing the guards they were guest of the hotel, David led them all up to the room he, Wes, Kurt and Thad had shared. As soon as they slipped the key into the lock, Blaine and Wes gasped in surprise as their bedroom door swung open. Their room had been completely ransacked.

"It was the hotel staff." Rachel stated before anyone could even react. "This happens all the time. Everyone's so panicked about what's going on out there; they figure nobody would really notice if they went through your stuff. Happens all the time." Blaine and Wes just continued to stare in disbelief. David, however, could care less. He was just so happy to be off the streets and back in his hotel room. That is, he was happy until he looked out the window. People were starting to leave their homes again, with all sorts of common household items to be used as weapons. They were going to go after the soldiers, David realized, and then he suddenly had another thought. What if the airports had closed down? People were rioting. Of course they'd want to protect their staff and keep protestors from leaving the country. David resolved to keep his thoughts to himself for now; he didn't want to panic Blaine and Wes any further. The two had gotten over their initial shock, and seemed to have lost interest all together. So their room got ransacked. Big deal.

David couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips as he watched Blaine be led into the room by Kurt. It was so cute. Kurt had been behaving like a mother towards Blaine ever since they met; holding his hand helping him out of their van, checking for danger around every corner. Even when David had first climbed into the Red Cross van and saw Blaine's head in Kurt's lap as he rubbed the hazel eyed boy's hair soothingly. David supposed it was probably because Blaine was Kurt's first real patient, and he didn't want the shorter boy to suddenly break because he hadn't dressed his wound correctly.

Kurt's eyes darted from side to side as he led Blaine to the bed closest to the window (which coincidentally happened to be their bed anyway) and gently pressed him into a sitting position. He bent so that they were at eye level, and firmly grasped Blaine's chin in his hand. He turned his head from side to side, inspecting him, and then seemingly satisfied with what he saw, moved to go sit in the window seat and be content with watching him from afar. Blaine wore his best, 'WHAT DA FUCK?' look but didn't say anything, choosing instead to just lie back on the bed. David had to cover his smile with the palm of his hand. They were simply adorable.

Wes had also been watching the exchanges between Kurt and Blaine, and agreed with David. They were just too sweet. It was clear that Blaine was uncomfortable with Kurt's obvious care, and didn't know how to respond. Back home, Blaine was pretty much the only out gay guy in their town, and never really dealt with advances from other men. While Kurt's attention wasn't romantic in the least, it was clear Blaine had no idea what to do with it anyway. Wes could also tell Blaine was attracted to Kurt, and if he doted upon him any longer Blaine would probably develop a crush. It would be endearing, Wes decided, if Blaine and Kurt started liking each other. For love to develop in such dangerous times for them, it would be kind of lovely in a way. They'd just have to wait and see.

TBC…

Yeah, I know, crappy place to end a chapter but it's One AM and I am tired! And yes, I know I lied to you all about there being more action in this chapter D: I IS SORRY. But the next chapter absolutely WILL have more action. I SWEARZ. R&R!