AN: Wow, thanks everyone! Seriously, after traveling via airplane for almost 12 hours I was too happy to get each and everyone of your reviews! And I have to add that I wrote this chapter long before the Kliss but now you all have some lovely real images to imagine this scene with J

All I have to say is that I need some fluff before we get to the big dramatic chapter with zombies galore and wanabee spies. Hope you enjoy!


Chapter 7: Step 4: Redo: Blow off Steam Before Committing a Felony


They found food in the next town's convenient store.

Which was pretty damn lucky because 1) they had to fight about eight zombies in the parking lot and 2) the entire drive Kurt had his hand on his flamethrower trigger, ready to fry David as he whined insistently about how his stomach was eating itself and as Wes lamented that he was going to die of starvation.

Seriously, if there was one thing that would go down in the history books about one Mr. Kurt Hummel was that he had the patience of a saint. Oh and that he was always dressed to the nines and tens and elevens, and the fiercest bitch alive behind Lady Gaga and Patti Lupone of course.

So equipped with food and the likes they were off once more, traveling through the top of Texas, into New Mexico, entered Arizona just before nightfall. The desert chills at night were made bearable by the warm body heat of sharing the back of the truck with three other boys. Which also consisted of constant jokes supplied from Wes and David that fully broached on Kurt's beauty sleep.

Really, patience of a saint this boy here.

The next day, with a bathroom break almost every hour ("Blaine, really, are you pregnant, because we'll help you get through this." "Yeah and maybe Kurt will let us call that hot cheerleader because even after having a baby last year, her body is rocking! So we'll get you back into pre-baby weight." "And I'm sure Kurt will still love you even if you are pregnant with another man's baby." "Unless you've been holding out on us and it is Kurt's baby.") they did finally arrive in California.

"Hey, hey, Wes, pull over."

"Why David, you should have gone to the bathroom twenty miles ago when Blaine had to go."

Blaine poked his head through the window, "Hey! Riding in the back is bumpy, it makes me pee more often! I can't help it."

"Seriously Blaine," Kurt said without looking up from flipping through an old copy of US magazine he had plucked off the shelf at the last gas station shop they had stopped at. "You really don't have to explain to us about your bodily functions. I like you, but not enough to hear about your peeing habits. It's kinda not attractive in the least."

Blaine flushed and ducked back out of the window.

"No, but really, Wes, turn around and pull over! We missed the sign!" David exclaimed, bouncing slightly in his seat.

"What sign?"

"The 'Welcome to California' sign with the little poppy flowers and rolling hills!" He duhhed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. To him, it apparently was.

Wes gave in and soon they were parked off the side of the road in front of the sign. All boys jumped out, taking every opportunity to stretch their legs (because sitting on you ass for hours on end can be very exhausting, didn't you know) even if they were all confused as to why they were stopped (well except for David).

"Does anyone have a camera on them?" David asked, looking to each of the boys.

Kurt shook his head, Wes said he left his phone in the cup holder of the Navigator but Blaine announced that he did.

"What, you brought your camera on this trip?" Kurt asked incredulously.

Blaine shrugged, "I figured, if we make it out alive, that this would be something I want documented, something I can physically look back on and see that this wasn't just a nightmare."

"So you're gonna make a photo album of our trip through zombie invested lands, us being badass spies – well maybe not Kurt but David and I will make up for him – and stealing the cure and then going home fame and glory?" Wes asked, a wide smile on his face.

Blaine shrugged, "More or less, yeah."

"Sweet dude, make me one too! I want copies of those pics up on my wall and available in my pocket to bring out when anyone puts any doubts on my amazingness!"

"Have you been sneaking pics of us this whole time?" David asked with a bemused smile.

Blaine shuffled his feet, "Just a few here and there."

"As long as my hair isn't ruffled and is perfectly styled in every one of those pictures than I'm fine with it." Kurt said, making a grasp for Blaine's camera held in his hands.

But the boy pulled back, "Don't worry, you look perfect."

"So picture of all of us in front of the sign now?" David asked, bouncing on the tip of his toes in excitement.

Kurt shot him a confused look, "What is up with you and this sign?"

David sighed and looked dreamily off into the distance, "I've always wanted to go to California, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty."

"That's a Guns and Roses quote." Blaine pointed out.

David waved him away, "Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted," he shot Blaine a nasty look, "I really love the golden state and this is my first time going here and I want this documented!"

"And bang goes the gavel," Kurt muttered under his breath.

Blaine snorted quiet undapperly into his hand. Wes and David dutifully ignored them.

Fixing the camera on top of the truck, they set the ten second mark, ran frantically to get in position, jostling each other and before they knew it the flash went off. Later on, Blaine would always laugh at the picture of the four of them, Kurt glaring at David for stepping on his shoe, Blaine's head under Wes' arm in mock headlock, and the only one smiling broadly at the camera was David.

It was nightfall by the time they reach their destination. Three days of driving and they were finally in Santa Monica. The closer they got to the beach, the more deserted they found it. Following the map, after getting lost on the surfaces streets leading up to the beach, they finally parked in one of the designated park spots. Wes turned off the engine and all four jumped out of the car.

Even if they were in the middle of a world wide disaster, even if the world was falling down around them, even if things will never truly be the same, you have to enjoy the little things, if not, you can really get lost in the endless death, in the wastelands and lose your mind.

So when Wes and David kicked off their shoes and ran for the water Kurt just chuckled and smiled at Blaine when he took his hand and followed the boys at a slower but no less excited pace.

Blaine turned to him, swinging their hands childishly, "Have you ever been to the beach before?"

Kurt nodded and settled his gaze at the now visible crashing waves, "Yeah, when I was little. My mom use to have family out here. Haven't been back here since she died."

Blaine let them fall into silence for a minute than admitted himself, "I've never been to the beach before this."

"Really!" Kurt laughingly asked, "For some reason I can't believe that. Too bad we're coming at a time where you can't enjoy the full joys of the beach."

Pulling his amazed gaze from the beach – loving the sight of the moon glistening off the water and the waves crashing sound- Blaine gazed into Kurt's eyes, illuminated beautifully by the moonlight and spoke, "I don't know, this right here is pretty perfect."

Kurt's answering smile was a full on beam and he squeezed their hands before bumping his shoulder, "Total cheese ball."

"Only for you!" Blaine laughed and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

The air shifted and Kurt stepped in closer, the distance between their bodies almost non-existent. Kurt raised his free hand and grazed Blaine's forehead, down the side of his check and across his strong jaw, day old stubble rough against his soft hands. He cupped his jaw and dragged his thumb slowly over Blaine's bottom lip, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. Blaine let out a shuddering breath but didn't move, letting Kurt control the situation.

Kurt's eyes bounced back and forth between his, he tilted his head down and moved in closer, eyes dropping to his lips. Blaine sucked in a breath, tilting his head up slighting in response. His hazel eyes left Kurt's and focused on his pink mouth. Kurt closed the last inches between them and their lips touched, gingerly but still firm. It was quick, warm and sent the bats in his stomach all a flutter, but over too fast. So when Kurt pulled back, and their eyes fluttered open, Blaine took one (gorgeous) look at his flushed face, red lips parted lighted and blue eyes glazed and fluttering and surged forward to reclaim Kurt's lips.

This kiss wasn't tentative, this hard, teeth clashing, was everything that had been building between since that first song in the senior commons.

All in all, if Blaine could just kiss Kurt for the rest of this life, he would be a very happy camper, as in this life would be perfect and nothing hurts.

Of course Blaine has terrible luck. Right when things were getting to the whole, legs turning to jelly, uncomfortable pants situation, moaning wantonly into Kurt's mouth because where the hell did Kurt learn how to use his tongue like that and oh my god Blaine was in heaven, dumb and dumber decided that now would be a wonderful time to kick the waves as they crashed on the beach, splashing them in the process and wetting their hot snogging fest.

Where were those zombies when you needed them to eat your best friends as revenge?

Kurt squeaked and jumped away from the waves, glaring at the two boys who laughed loudly at the couple. Blaine, shooting his own death stare (though not patented like Kurt's) and followed after the boy. He took Kurt's hand and tugged him to get him to follow and not jump-attack the boys, "Come on Kurt, let's walk along the beach."

The other responded with a huff but squeezed Blaine's hand tight, "Okay, fine. I might kill David and Wes if we don't."

After Kurt's prompting, they kicked off their shoes and walked along the wet sand, dancing away from the cold water washing up to their ankles. The night held a bit of chill to it, but with Kurt at his side and the tingling of their last kiss still on his lips, nothing could really phase him. The moonlight spilling onto the water, glistening like crystals of the purest glass, Kurt's eyes sparkling and a smile tugging at his lips as he spoke about long, half forgotten memories, Blaine just had to stop them every couple feet to him into sweet kisses (which Kurt responded to enthusiastically so Blaine assumed that he didn't mind too much).

Really, this night was defiantly one to write about in his memoir Blaine decided, a whole chapter could be dedicated to all the things he loved about one Kurt Hummel.

Like his skills of observation, for example, because without them he would be dead. But it was Kurt's fault because his damn eyes were just so distracting and his lips were demanding they be kissed so it wasn't his fault per say that he missed the fact that some zombies had decided that the lovely couple were going to be their midnight snack.

As the two turned tail and run, without weapons on their person, Kurt cursed, "God dammit! Can't I get a freakin' break here!"

Clutching Kurt's hand harder, he tried to keep up with the athletic boy, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, the world has to spiral into a zombie freaking apocalypse in order to get the guy I've fallen for to kiss me. And on the most romantic night of my life and fulfilling my dream of walking on the beach at night with my boyfriend, it gets interrupted by those stupid dead people! Ugh! I'd rather have homophobics throwing greasy fries at me! And the grease would totally ruin my clothes. Why can't I ever get a perfect night?"

Blaine panted, running on the sand was a draining thing, as he kept pace with Kurt, "Boyfriend?" he gasped out.

Kurt shot him a confused glare, "Unbelievable, out of all of that, you got boyfriend? Of course you're my boyfriend, unless, I mean, you don'tâ€Ĥ"

"No! No, I mean, no I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend too!" Blaine grinned at him, unknowingly having stopped running.

Kurt ceased his race as well and smiled at him back, "Really?"

"Yeah really, of course." Blaine grinned, resembling a happy puppy finally getting to run off the leash.

"Then, to be my boyfriend, you should really start running again! Come on Blaine!" Kurt yanked on Blaine's hand to get him to move again as the zombies barreled down on them.

"Oh shit,"

About one hundred yards down, Wes and David, thoroughly soaked with cold salt water, emerged from the waves and gazed wonderingly at the two boys.

"What in the world has them in a rush?" David asked.

Wes laughed and said flippantly, "They probably want to get their sex on but Kurt's too prim to have sex on the 'dirty beach' where the sand can get 'anywhere' and so, wasting no time, Blaine grabs his hand similar to the first time they met and urges Kurt to run back to car so they can get their sexy times on."

David turned to him, eyes squinting, "Have you started writing again?"

The other boy shrugged in response, "Just little stories now and than, why?"

"Cuz that sounded like the beginning of the climax to one of your stories. Very poetic. I give you props."

Wes grinned, "Thanks buddy!"

David turned back to the boys in question, "Of course, it could be because a mass of zombies are snapping at their heels like over sized, flesh hungering, pomeranians."

Wes squinted and than saw the mass of zombies following after Kurt and Blaine and tilted his head in thought, "Oh yeah, it could be that too, but that's not as fun."

"Why? At least this time we get to participate in what they're doing." David countered, walking calmly towards the abandoned weapons littering the sand higher up on the beach.

"Right! Too true! Sweet, hand me my gun, my kind sir, and let's go save those star crossed lovers!"

"So they can finally get their lovin' on and save us from drowning in their sexual frustration!"

With those spoken words, Wes let a cartridge of bullets rain on the zombies following Blaine and Kurt. The two then dove to the sand, scared for their lives, more so of Wes and his gun than of the zombies napping at their backs.

"What the hell Wes! Wes knock it off, Wesley!" Kurt screamed, but with the constant retort of the gun, it was useless.

Wes ceased fire and asked for Kurt to repeat himself, which the boy did, while standing and brushing the sand off his clothes. "I mean, you weren't even aiming! You could have killed Blaine and me! What the hell Wesley!"

"Dude, really, I got this!" Here he shot off another three bullets. Kurt screeched and dove to the sand once more, hands covering his head.

"Sorry! I thought I had gotten them all, sneaky little bastard wouldn't die." Wes grumbled, approaching the mass of dead zombies and nudged the nearest with his toe. "Dead now."

"That's great, Wes, just great!" Kurt stood once more, again, brushing off the sand and trying to salvage his clothes. Ugh sand. It gets everywhere! And it really wasn't good for his skin, watch now he's going to have to put on two layers of moisturizer on because of the irritation. "You couldn't just wait for Blaine and me to be out of the way, you just had to fire off willy nilly and just hope that you didn't hit us! You just had to play hero and risk our lives. You almost hit me Wesley! I felt a bullet whiz by. My. Face! My face dammit! You could have killed me! And great teapot in the sky! Here's a bullet graze. You have now effectively ruined this shirt. And you were a millimeter away from SHOOTING ME!" Kurt's voice had grown shriller with each sentence until Blaine was damn sure that the boy was at the end of his range with the last two words screeched so high, glass could explode.

Kurt stormed off, sweeping up his flamethrower and shoes as he marched off to the car. Blaine rubbed the back of neck, hesitating about following after that. Maybe it would be best to let Kurt fum on his own for a little bit. His ears might appreciate it.

"Man, what the hell is up with your boyfriend? A little thanks for saving his ungrateful ass woulda been nice!" Wes threw up his hands, "I can never win!"

David scoffed, "Man, you're just lucky that Kurt didn't flambe your ass right now." He patted Wesley shoulder in a total bro like way and walked after Kurt, ready for bed time.

Blaine offered Wes a smile, "If it's any consolation, I appreciated it Wes."

"See, I knew there was a reason why I liked you better than your psycho boyfriend. Though now I can see what he'll be like between the sheets. Have fun with that wild cat Anderson!" Wes chuckled loudly and chased after David, avoiding the smack Blaine had aim at him.

"Shut up Wes! I worry about you, you spend more time thinking about Kurt sexually than I do!" Blaine shouted after him, shaking his head, "Stay away from my boyfriend! You have David all for yourself, isn't that enough?"

Bouts of laughter just followed.


AN: Thanks so much for reading! The ending is in sight, *checks outline* yup, two more chapters plus a bonus chapter that didn't really fit anywhere. So thanks for reading and please drop a line about what you think. More zombie killing? More Klaine? More Wavid undertones (though I don't know if I can make the gay subtext anymore obvious, it's like Merlin here people)?