So in this chapter, everything's concluded... and Blaine admits to Kurt that he's not as heartless as he makes out to be:') yay:) I've uploaded this fanfic onto 'Scarves and Coffee' if you'd rather read it on that: ?sid=2774&chapter=1 . I might post it on tumblr too, but even after like... a year of having a tumblr page, I still hardly know how to use it:L

Thanks to The Purple Lady, tic tac toe 03, Azusa-Angel, Morgan Pen, AngelisIgniRelucent and Soul-Kit524 for your reviews on the first three chapters(:

By the way, the next instalment 'Mutts of Dalton' might have some Seblaine in it, if that's okay? Well more... Sebastian flirting with Blaine, and Blaine not liking it:L

Blaine, sporting a bloody fat lip, stepped into the emergency room, his face a faked picture of pain as he rushed 'worriedly' towards the reception. Kurt followed behind, pretending to look sympathetic towards Blaine, his acting skills coming in handy.

"H-help..." Blaine exasperated, his breath shaky and broken.

"Calm down sir. Take a seat over there. A doctor will be available to see you in a bit okay?" the receptionist spoke coldly, obviously awaiting her nearing tea-break with great anticipation.

He looked around, noticing that the ER was missing something. Something vital.

That something was people. The presence of life wasn't very present at all. The only promise of vitality sourced back to the old man in the corner of the waiting area, although from his laboured breathing and pallid complexion, Blaine could tell he didn't have much life in him. Blaine reluctantly took a seat on one of the chairs, his height causing him to fail in dwarfing the uncomfortable lump of blue plastic.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kurt whispered to him.

"Of course." Blaine replied.

"Why did you tell me not to come into the case with you?"

"Honestly? I didn't want it to upset you. With the other case? I didn't know your mum had died. I noticed in the picture of her you have in your wallet... She's got quite short hair. I thought... Did she die of cancer Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Well I realised... If the case was connected, the person would be dying, and there's a possibility they could've had the same illness your mum had and... I was right. He had osteosarcoma. I didn't... want you getting upset."

"And you say that Blaine Anderson doesn't care!" Kurt smiled gently. "Thank you. Just... thank you."

"I care when I want to care."

"And you wanted to care?"

"Well I cared didn't I?"

...

"Blaine Anderson? I'm Doctor Rivers." the doctor's voice was slightly croaky, which alarmed Blaine slightly as he fixated his eyes on him. "Sorry. Your friend can't come in just yet."

He was pale, in the sense that it wasn't his ordinary complexion, and his eyes were at least three shades darker than what Blaine would deem as healthy.

"I know who you are." The doctor smirked slightly. "And I know why you're here."

"I'm Blaine Anderson." He smiled smarmily, "And I'm here because I hurt my lip."

"No. You're here to investigate. Someone told me about you."

"Who?"

"Someone. You've got yourself a little fan."

"Anyway, what would I have to investigate?"

"The deaths that have been in the news? You know- or at least you think- it's me who killed them."

"Is that a confession?"

"Of course it is. And now I've told you... I'm going to have to kill you too."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Alright. I'm going to do exactly what I did with them with you- give you the experience eh? Pick a place Blaine. A place that means something to you. Mr Evans chose his home. Trent did too. Augustus chose that church. Chose somewhere Blaine. Anywhere."

"My house." He smiled calmly.

...

And they went to Kurt and Blaine's flat, avoiding Kurt so he wouldn't follow behind- although Blaine had sent a quick text to him but it'd been cryptic and confusing. They were sat at the dining table, their eyes fixated on the others'.

Off to have a little talk with the doctor. Don't go back to the flat yet. Wait outside. – BA.

You'd think Blaine was stupid, sitting in the middle of his own apartment with a man he knew to be a murderer, but this was what he did. He risked his life in seemingly irresponsible situations to prove that he was clever. Dr Rivers smiled queasily, reaching into his pockets for two little bottles.

Both contained little white tablets, identical to the sugar pills found at the crime scenes. He removed one pill from each bottle, and placed them onto the table. They stared up at Blaine. Taunting him into taking a risk. Convincing him to play the game.

"You've got to admit," Dr Rivers' voice was deep, "It's clever isn't it? Who'd expect the dying doctor to have done it?"

"You're dying?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, acting shocked although he'd known that it could've been a possible motive.

"My heart's giving in. But anyway, people trust me with their lives. They trust me to treat them. Make them better... Of course they wouldn't suspect me."

"It's not clever. It's just common sense."

Flippantly, the doctor continued to talk, "And people have this way of treating people who are dying. They act like they are... special. That even if they were the most awful people in existence before their illness, that they are nice, strong people. They treat your battle with an illness like they'd treat someone fighting on the front line. They view you as a hero, so obviously I'm not going to be an obvious suspect for serial killings."

"Anyway," Blaine sighed. "The pills. What do they do?"

"I tell them that one of these pills could cure them of all illness. I tell them I'll take the other pill. They believe me of course, because who doesn't believe a doctor? Then I tell them that the other pill would kill them. The prospect of choice... Of course they decided to play the game didn't they? Well... of course they would, considering I threatened them at gun-point... But I don't have to do that with you. The risk lures you in just fine."

"I'm not dying. I don't need to be cured of anything. Why would that... lure me in?"

"The risk would. You'd risk everything just to prove you're clever, wouldn't you?"

"And what if

"It wouldn't kill me."

"And why not?"

"I think you know the answer to that."

"It's copper sulphate that's in one of these pills. Immediately induces vomiting. It'd only kill if the person choked on the puke... Of course you assured that happened. How did you do it? Push them over? Get them to lie on the floor and take it?"

"Push them over of course. Hold them down. Anyway... Get choosing."

Blaine picked up one of the pills, knowing that whatever one he picked, he'd make sure that he wasn't going to die. The doctor picked up the other pill, his hand shaking nervously.

"Place the pill into your mouth." Dr Rivers smiled uneasily.

The doctor winced as the pill entered his mouth, his hand pressed to his chest in distress. He was screaming. Screaming so loud that Kurt could hear him from outside. Screaming so loud that he'd shocked Blaine into swallowing the pill in his mouth...

The copper sulphate pill. He'd immediately known it was the one he'd swallowed. At least two grams of the blue compound had entered his system. The fire was building in his oesophagus, it's embers burning the lining of his throat.

...

"Blaine?" at the sound of the scream, Kurt had come rushing into the apartment, prepared for the worst.

The body. The dead body lying in front of him. The cold dead body. Silent and unmoving. The sight made him want to gag, but he took a shaky breath in, looking around the flat to avoid looking at the body again. It's unmoving set of green eyes sent anxiety pulsing through his entire body, as if it had contaminated his blood.

"Blaine?" he shouted out again, noticing that he was absent.

"K-kurt..." Blaine voice was unfamiliarly broken, coming out as nothing more than a croak.

"Where are you?"

"B-bathroom..."

Kurt opened the door slowly, revealing the limp vulnerable man curled over the toilet. Blaine retched, his body convulsing over the porcelain bowl. Shivering, he looked up to Kurt for a moment, feeling his stomach flip with another bout of nausea. The sweat had matted his curls to his pale forehead, making him look even more vulnerable than he actually was.

"What happened to you?"

"I put the..." he stopped for a moment, catching his breath. "Killing thing in my mouth, but didn't give it the power to kill me."

"Well... There's a dead man lying in our living room. I'm phoning an ambulance."

...

"Cardiac arrest apparently." Kurt sighed to Blaine, who was sat on the little step of the ambulance, an orange blanket draped around his shoulders. "Wouldn't wish that on anyone... well maybe a serial killer like him but yeah... Feeling better?"

"Well I haven't barfed in five minutes. I'm calling that an improvement!" Blaine laughed gently.

"Copper sulphate ingestion." The paramedic checking Blaine's vitals smirked jokingly, "How the hell did you ingest copper sulphate?"

"Honest answer? A dying serial killer tried to practically shove it down my throat."

"Well you've only ingested a little bit of it. It's toxic, but it's not that toxic. Unless you want to, you needn't come get checked out at the hospital. Anyway I don't think you're going to throw u-..." she stood back as Blaine puked nearby Kurt's shoes, "Maybe I shouldn't talk so soon. Good thing your boyfriend here isn't an emetephobe."

"He's not my boyfriend-" Kurt began to protest, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yet." Blaine looked up, laughing whole heartedly.