The Technopath revelled in his triumph as he watched Blaine take the first staggering steps towards the unconscious boy in the chair. He would have much preferred if Kurt was awake for this so he could see the terror in the boy's eyes, but he was risking a lot by enacting his revenge in the first place.

Blaine was still moving slowly, his feet dragging along the floor and his head lolling to one side. The Technopath willed him on silently, a pain flaring through his head as he did so. His power was to control technology and right now he was concentrating on controlling the small black strap around Blaine's wrist. The technology contained in there was unique, his own design, and had the power to control the mind of the person wearing it.

But Blaine wasn't the only person wearing one of those bands. Several Superheroes and quite a few civilians were also currently sporting one and the amount of minds the Technopath had to control was beginning to take a toll on him.

It was an annoying setback, only being able to control so many people at one, but all of that would be over soon. Once he had the generator up and running not only would the most powerful city in the world be at his mercy but he would have siphoned off enough power to control the minds of whomever he could get his hands on.

He had been so close to succeeding last time; everything would have gone perfectly if it hadn't been for the snivelling little 'hero' in front of him. But Blaine was under his control now and every other Super in the city was either locked in the basement or distracted by his mind controlled minions creating havoc in the city that night.

Everything was falling right into place.

Blaine had reached the chair where Kurt was seated, leaning over to wrap his hands around the boys neck just as he began to wake up.

The Technopath chuckled cruelly; although he would miss the pain on Blaine's face as he murdered his love the anguish he would witness once he released him from the mind control would be perfect.

He watched as Kurt came around, his eyes blinking and unfocused in the dim light as he tried to work out what was happening. The absolute horror on his face when he saw his boyfriend standing over him with an expressionless face, his strong hands - and he knew Kurt knew just how strong they were – wrapped around his neck gave the Technopath a thrill.

And then everything went black.

MmNn

Mike crouched silently outside of the door to the generator room, listening to everything being said. He had assumed the worst when he saw what Tina had done to Santana and Blaine, his heart hurt for a moment as thought about his poor wife still under mind control, but he had thought that they would just be used as Tina had been.

He felt sick as he overheard The Technopath's plan to punish Blaine by making him murder his boyfriend. He had seen enough of the mind controlled actions of people by now to realise they had no way of controlling what their bodies did, Blaine would be powerless to stop it and would be haunted by it forever.

For the last few hours Mike had been skulking around, observing what had been going on and collecting as much information as he could. It was all starting to make his head spin.

He knew something big was happening as soon as he and Santana had found the woman in the church. It took someone or something powerful to take complete control over someone's mind and there had to be something more behind it than just taking someone's body for a joyride.

His suspicions had been confirmed when he was attacked on the way home. The person was obviously under someone else's control, he recognized the signs all too clearly now, but there was something about man's actions that Mike found strange. Well, stranger than usual.

He wasn't trying to attack, as they usually did, it was almost as if he was trying to distract Mike, to make him follow the man away from Mike's intended route home that evening. They way the man didn't quite run away, but jogged a little way and then turned back as if to make sure Mike was following.

Mike shook his head and stopped following. He didn't have Blaine's sense of danger but years of being a Superhero had trained him to know when things just weren't right.

The man noticed Mike was no longer following him and turned back, almost beckoning Mike to follow.

Mike walked away from the man, turning away from the main streets and into an alley, leaning against a dumpster until the man appeared at the entrance, just standing there as if unsure about his next move. After about half a minute of trying to decide the man picked up a stone and threw it in Mike's direction, missing his head by inches and catching the side of the dumpster with a metallic clang.

The move was so pathetic it made Mike wonder who was controlling this person. They weren't doing a very good job. It was almost as if the man had been given instructions and then left on autopilot.

And it struck Mike all of a sudden, that's probably exactly what had happened. Now that he thought about it it made perfect sense. Collaborating all of their experiences together Mike knew that there were times where there had been more than just one person being controlled with the strap around their wrist. He figured it must be almost impossible to fully control more than one person at a time so maybe the people were taken over, given instructions and then left to carry them out themselves?

It would explain why the movements of the people were different as well. Some moved fine, carrying out all their actions as normal but others shuffled around like zombies, barely able to move more than one limb at a time. The ones shuffling around were being completely controlled by another person, moving them one step at a time.

He waited by the dumpster until the man walked up to him, his head cocked to one side in puzzlement as he tried to figure out why Mike wasn't following him. As soon as the man was close enough him Mike swung his arm and punched the man in the head, hard enough to knock him out but not to do any damage. The man was still innocent after all.

He left the man unconscious behind the dumpster and ran home to find Tina. She hadn't answered his texts all day and while before he had just assumed she was busy, now he was worried it was something much worse.

When he got back to the apartment it was obvious something had happened. Furniture was upturned and pictures from the coffee table were smashed into the carpet.

There was no sign of Tina.

Mike stood in the centre of the chaos that was his home and took a few calming breaths. If someone was targeting Supers then he really shouldn't try and handle this alone.

He left the apartment and sprinted the few blocks to Blaine and Santana's apartment, hesitating on the front steps for a few seconds before deciding to climb up the fire escape instead.

He crouched down on the metal platform outside and peeked through the window.

Kurt was sitting on the couch alone, clearly worried and biting his fingernails. Mike didn't have long to wonder about this before there was a knock at the front door. Kurt opened it and stood there, talking to the man at the door for a few moments before inviting him in.

Through the slightly open window Mike listened to the conversation. Kurt seemed to know the man; he kept calling him 'professor' and was clearly searching through the kitchen drawers for something. He listened as Kurt told the man that Santana was 'out' and that Blaine had gone to get her.

Mike took this literally. Whoever was behind all of this had obviously gotten to Santana too and Blaine had gone to rescue her. How Kurt fit in to all of this was a mystery to Mike so far.

But then the 'professor' turned around and Mike had to stifle a yell as he recognized him. Blaine hadn't been the only Superhero to run into The Technopath in the past.

He was about to open the window further and confront the villain when suddenly The Technopath attacked Kurt, knocking him around the head with such a force Kurt was thrown to the floor. He picked Kurt up, carrying him through the front door and heading towards the stairs.

Mike climbed down the fire escape, his heart pounding in his chest. He stayed on the last rung of the escape, too high to be immediately noticeable from the ground, and watched as The Technopath appeared at the front door, carrying Kurt quickly over to the waiting car and dumping him on the backseat before anyone could notice what was going on.

As soon as The Technopath was in the driver's seat Mike jumped down from the escape, keeping low and slinking towards the car so that he couldn't be seen. He went round to the back of the car and jumped onto the roof, his nimble feet making no sound at all.

As strange as the sight surely was the residents of New York were more than used to seeing Mike travel the city like this. He was sure footed enough to remain stable on the moving object and it got him to places faster.

When they got to the Warehouse he hid behind the car as The Technopath moved Kurt inside, the door closing firmly behind him.

As Mike searched the outside wall he noticed the window with the missing frame, realising that was what Blaine must have used to enter the building and followed suit, scaling the wall and climbing through the window. He saw Blaine's footprints in the dust covered floor, following them to the elevator shaft and sliding down to the ground floor as Blaine had done.

He arrived at Santana's cell just in time to see as Tina blew the sleep pollen in their faces, rendering them both unconscious immediately.

His heart lurched as he saw the emotionless expression on his wife's face and every instinct in his body screamed him to grab her and run to safety. But he knew that wouldn't work, danger would still be present and it would only come after them again.

Before he could do anything he heard footprints heading in their direction and he hid in one of the empty cells, watching The Technopath come and collect Blaine. Santana was left in her cell, Tina standing guard.

With a heavy heart Mike knew what he had to do. He couldn't face this by himself, he needed help. He crept out of the empty cell and up to Tina, her back still facing the door. She would have no idea he was there. With one swift motion he knocked her unconscious.

He knew there was very little else he could have done but still guilt washed over him, making him sick to his stomach. He would have to make it worth it.

Mike knelt down next to Santana and shook her, trying to rouse her from the sleep pollen. She stirred but her eyes remained closed. A stinging slap across her cheek worked much better.

'Mike? They caught you too?' She murmured sleepily. Mike shook his head and filled her in on everything that had happened. Together they formed a plan.

Which is how Mike found himself outside of the generator room, listening to The Technopath ramble on to two unconscious young men about his plans for the city and how everyone would soon be under his control, all he needed was the generator up and running.

'Are you ready?' Santana whispered next to him after watching Blaine wake up and begin to act out the villain's sick punishment. Mike nodded and took a deep breath.

Mike's super powers ranged further than just being nimble on his feet and running fast. He had the ability to steal senses from other people, rendering the person blind, deaf or unable to feel.

He focused his energy on The Technopath, seeing for a split second through the villain's eyes before he stole the sense away from him.

As soon as it was done he and Santana leapt from their hiding place and into the room. Mike checked Blaine, forcing his friend to the ground as Santana freed a terrified Kurt from the chair.

Mike hesitated as Blaine began to get up from the floor; he had hurt for too many innocent people already today, but as Blaine began to lurch towards Santana and Kurt, Mike knew was once again left with no choice. He grabbed the now vacant chair and hit Blaine with it, watching as his friend fell to the floor and didn't get up again.

Santana motioned to him to move and the three of them raced towards the doors, carefully dodging The Technopath, who was snarling and waving his arms in front of him, trying to catch whoever was in the room.

They got no further than the main hallway when they heard footsteps running towards them, first from in front of them, then from behind.

Within a few seconds they were surrounded.

MmNn

The Technopath shouted in rage, still waving his arms about to try and grab at something. His feet caught something on the floor and sent him to the ground. The fall shocked him from his rage and he was able to think again.

He was no longer able to see, that much was obvious to him, but he had plenty of other people around the building to see for him. He focussed his mind on the tiny points of light in his mind, each one linked to a strap around someone's wrist, allowing him to enter their mind and control it.

He searched from link to link, franticly trying to connect to one of his minions in the building. He flicked through other people's minds quickly, catching glimpses of what they were seeing before deciding it wasn't the right person and moving on.

He flicked through dozens of connections, people roaming New York City, ready to strike at his command, people distracting the remaining Superheroes in the city, two people in the Mayor's office, ready to attack where he needed it most.

The Technopath growled in frustration, there were too many of them, all of them pulling at one part of mind or another making it impossible to focus one which link he wanted.

Suddenly he came upon a young woman in the warehouse with him. She was standing in the hallway watching a crowd of about twenty people grab and attack his three former hostages.

Santana and Mike stood either side of Kurt, keeping him safe from their attackers as they kicked and punched.

But there were too many of them for the Superheroes and The Technopath smirked. The crowd would rip them apart before long.

Santana shouted something to the other two and immediately they covered their ears. She opened her mouth and let out a scream, the vibrations of it so intense it knocked everyone around them unconscious.

The girl he had been watching through fell to the ground and he could see through her eyes no more.

The Technopath punched his fist on the ground in frustration, he knew there were others in the building he could use but he couldn't find the links, he needed more power.

Power, that's the one thing he could get. He had his generator and he didn't need to see to be able to turn it on. He could feel the components of the machine as well as he could feel his heart beating in his chest.

In his mind he turned the levers and began to move the gears, within seconds the machine was awake and running.

MmNn

'What are those things?' Kurt whimpered as they collapsed in an empty room on the second floor. Mike had noticed the lack of footsteps in the dust when he had come in earlier, realising this floor wasn't used and there would not be anyone up here to find them.

'They're people Kurt.' Mike said. 'The Technopath has them under mind control. As soon as he gets his generator up and running he will have enough power to be able to control the whole city.'

'The Technopath?' Kurt's eyes widened. 'You mean Professor Spellman? My teacher is a supervillian?!' Somehow Kurt found that harder to believe than when he had found out Blaine was a superhero. Maybe it was because his professor had always seemed such a nice man, it was impossible to think of him as evil.

'Uh huh, we've met him before, he doesn't give up.' Mike growled in frustration as Santana paced the floor.

'Blaine is being controlled by him too?' Kurt whispered. His legs were still shaking from the terror he had been experiencing over the last few minutes. He had woken up with a throbbing head to find his boyfriend, the man he had grown to love so quickly, wrapping his hands around his neck with an emotionless face. He had looked into Blaine's eyes and seen nothing and that had terrified him almost as much as the hands around his neck.

Mike's expression softened. 'He is. But we're going to save him, its fine.'

The light from the streetlights outside disappeared, and the group turned their attention to the window.

'Oh my God.' Santana breathed, staring out of the window. Kurt moved to see what she was looking at, fear once again coursing through his body.

The window faced the river and beyond that was New York City. But the city was in darkness. The skyline was a faint silhouette against the scattered clouds lit by moonlight and Kurt could just about see a few cars dotted along the edge of the city, but that was it.

'He's done it, he's worked the generator.' Mike moaned.

'We need to go and stop it.'

'Those people will wake up soon; we can't handle them all on our own.'

'Puck and Quinn are still in the basement; we can go and get them.'

'It's a start.' Mike shrugged turning back to Kurt. 'Stay here, I don't think anyone comes up here, you'll be safe.'

As safe as I was in Blaine's apartment? Kurt wondered, but he nodded and kept quiet. There was more at stake here than just his safety and he would only get in the way otherwise.

He sat down in the corner as the two Superheroes left the room, wrapping his arms around his knees and taking a few deep breaths to try and calm down.

For a while everything was silent, he could hear nothing but the wind outside. His ears twitched as he heard a noise from down the hall, but he couldn't make it out.

A few seconds later it came again, and again, and Kurt realised what it was.

Footsteps.

He got to his feet and pressed himself against the wall, there was only one way out of the room and that was towards the footsteps. Fear clenched in his stomach at every thud from the hall and he could do nothing but listen as they got closer and closer until finally the figure appeared at the door.

He never thought he'd be so frightened to see Blaine.

MmNn

Blaine felt the chair hit his body; he felt himself fall to the ground and watched as his eyes snapped shut as his body fell unconscious. But somehow he was still awake inside his head, unable to do anything but think and remember what he had been seconds away from doing.

He could still feel Kurt's smooth skin under his hands, he could feel his pulse fluttering manically against his palms and worse of all he could see the terrified expression on Kurt's face as he realised what Blaine was doing.

He had no way of telling how much time had passed until his body began to move again. It regained consciousness and he could feel his eyes open again.

The Technopath was stumbling around, trying to activate different buttons on his machine. Blaine's feet began to move, taking him past the villain and towards the door, heading towards the main staircase. Blaine's body had been given an order and it was determined to obey, moving on auto pilot.

He reached the second floor quickly, the mind controlled civilians guarding the doorway letting him past, he was one of them after all and walked towards the room at the end. He wasn't sure how his body knew where Kurt was; maybe it was feeding off of Blaine's own subconscious and knew that Mike and Santana would take Kurt to the deserted level of the warehouse.

He reached the doorway and found Kurt pressed against the wall, trembling in fear.

Stop, please stop. Blaine silently willed his body to leave Kurt alone, but of course it didn't work.

He walked over to Kurt, catching him easily when Kurt tried to run and throwing him back against the wall. Kurt screamed and kicked, trying to force Blaine away but Blaine was too strong.

Through the haze he could see Kurt's terrified expression and his stomach clenched once again to be the one who caused that. He was suddenly taken back to the night they first met, Kurt shaking in terror at the hands of the muggers.

Blaine's premonition power kicked in at the utter horror of Kurt's impending death, the pain sparking a white heat in the front of his mind that seemed to expand and fracture his skull. It filled his eyes and ears, overwhelming his senses so that nothing else existed. Nothing but the want, no need, to save Kurt. The pain served as a guiding point, pulling him out of the haze and back into control of his own body.

He gasped as if surfacing from being underwater for too long and looked around, the pain now serving to focus his senses for one purpose, and one purpose only. Kurt. Kurt was still cowering before him and the sight threatened to break Blaine's heart.

As the danger to Kurt grew weaker every microsecond Blaine was in control of his own faculties, he felt the tendrils of the mind control clawing him back. With a last second feat of consciousness before he lost control again, however, he ripped the strap from his wrist, pulling with it a microfiber wire that had been connected to his nerve endings. He tossed it into the wall and collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily.

'B-Blaine?' Kurt whispered. Blaine looked up from where he was crouched down to the floor, his eyes level with Kurt. He grasped Kurt's face in his hands and looked him over to make sure he wasn't hurt.

'Oh Kurt.' Blaine said, wanting to say a million things and apologise over and over again whilst all the time reassuring Kurt he was safe now, but no words came out.

'Are you you again now?' Kurt asked, searching Blaine's eyes to make sure.

Blaine nodded and kissed Kurt on the lips. 'I'm me again, I promise. I'm so sorry Kurt; I would never, ever hurt you.'

'I know you wouldn't.' Kurt whispered, pressing his forehead against Blaine's. 'Now, I don't want to ruin the moment but I'm pretty sure my college professor is downstairs plotting to take over New York City.' Kurt stood up and motioned towards the darkened city spread out before them.

Blaine groaned he was too late; the generator was already turned on. 'We have to go and destroy it.' He said.

'Are you going to make me stay here?' Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head.

'No way, I'm not leaving you alone again. I think you'll be safer with me. Where are Mike and Santana?

'They saw some other Super's downstairs, they went to get them so they had enough people to fight of those mind control people.' He told Kurt everything that Mike had overheard and managed to work out.

'Ok, I think the four of them can manage it. We'll go and destroy the generator and get New York its power back.'

Despite the breeziness of Blaine's voice, Kurt knew it wasn't going to be that easy.

Together they left the room and Blaine took Kurt back to the elevator shaft, not daring to return to the stairs. Kurt was hesitant at first but he let Blaine take hold of him and lower them both down the cables in the elevator shaft.

The hallways was mercifully empty, all of the mind controlled people had apparently followed Mike and Santana down to the basement, so they made their way to the generator room with ease.

Blaine peered into the room, working out a plan to keep The Technopath out of their way so they could get to the generator and destroy it, but the room was empty.

'Where is he?' Kurt whispered, following Blaine into the room and keeping close.

Blaine shrugged. 'I don't know, let's get the generator destroyed and then worry about that ok?'

They walked over to the machine, glancing around the room for signs of anyone else, but they were alone.

Blaine gave the generator a glance over, it was almost identical to the one he had destroyed before, all he would need to do it smash it up again and the pieces would be useless.

Something felt wrong though.

'Blaine? What are you waiting for?' Kurt asked.

'All those people are joined to this generator, I was, I could feel it. If I destroy it, it would kill them.' Blaine said. He couldn't kill all those innocent people in the basement so easily, not to mention the countless ones dotted around the city.

But it had to be done, he had no choice, if he didn't destroy the generator The Technopath could soon have control of everyone. It was every Superheroes worse choice; kill a few to save the many. It was what was right but it didn't mean it was easy.

'But you could just power it down, they were just fine before the generator was switched on weren't they?' Kurt asked. It made sense to him but he wondered if there was something he didn't understand.

Blaine nodded. 'That would probably work, but I don't know how it works, I don't know if I would be switching it off or destroying it.' The multitude of levers and buttons made no sense to him what so ever and they were running out of time.

Kurt knelt down in front of the machine, digging his fingers into a grove in the metal and pulling a panel off, revealing a bank of wires beneath. A small look of triumph registered on his face and he yanked out a couple of wires.

'Kurt!' Blaine cried out, staring at the generator as the lights inside it died and all the dial in the monitors rested at zero. 'What did you do?'

Kurt smiled up at him, waggling the wires that had come off in his hands. 'These were connecting the generator to the power source; take these away and it powers down!'

Blaine gaped at him. 'How did you know what would work?'

Kurt shrugged. 'I've worked on generators before in my dads shop; they're pretty much all the same, except this one is beyond anything I've ever seen before.'

'Kurt... you're amazing.' Blaine said. Kurt smiled at him.

'I am a qualified mechanic remember?'

Blaine was about to reply when they heard a loud clang above their heads. Blaine's eyes caught sight of another door way at the end of the room. The door was open and there was a set of metal steps leading outside and up the building.

Blaine groaned. 'The signal tower on the top of the building.'

Kurt frowned at him.

'He must have gone up there to connect the generator to the signal tower.' Blaine said.

'To spread his mind control over the city?' Kurt gasped. Blaine nodded and they sprinted over to the door.

The Technopath had already stumbled halfway up the signal tower, carrying a heavy looking cable over his shoulder.

'It's over Technopath!' Blaine shouted up at him. 'We've destroyed your generator.'

High above them The Technopath called back. 'No you haven't, you can't destroy it without killing all those people, I can still feel the generator, you've just switched it off. I'll be back to correct that soon enough.' He continued climbing higher and higher up the tower.

'He's right; if we're going to stop him we need to destroy the tower.' Blaine said to Kurt. He ran over to the base of the tower and inspected it. It was heavily bolted to the building, but he was sure he'd be able to break it off.

He dug his fingers into the hard metal and began to pull, gritting his teeth as the bolts held fast.

He yelled and panted at the exertion but final the managed to pull one leg of the tower free. But there were still three more to go. He would never make it in time.

'Blaine! Move out of the way.' He turned around just in time to see Kurt standing at another leg of the tower with two clamps in his hands. Wires were attached to the clamps and ran back to a power supply in the wall.

Blaine nodded, immediately realising Kurt's plan, and stepped away from the tower.

The Technopath was almost at the top of the tower when Kurt clamped the wires onto the metal leg, sending the current running through the tower. The villain screamed as the current reached him and he was thrown from the tower, landing heavily on the top of the building a few feet away from where Kurt and Blaine stood.

'Oh my God! Did I kill him?' Kurt gasped, covering his mouth with both hands.

Blaine knelt down and pressed his fingers against The Technopath's neck, feeling a soft fluttering after a few seconds of searching.

'He's alive.'

Kurt sighed with a relief Blaine understood. It was all very well saving the world but it was never an easy decision to kill someone. He was glad Kurt would have to live with that on his mind.

'Did we do it?' Kurt asked. Blaine smiled and nodded.

'You did it Kurt, you just saved the world.'

MmNn

'How did you know you weren't going to electrocute the whole building?' Santana frowned. They were all gathered in the generator room as Mike set about dismantling the generator and freeing the mind controlled mass they had managed to lock in the basement.

The police had been called and they were currently milling about the warehouse, joining Quinn and Puck in securing the mind controlled crowd in the basement and taking pictures of almost everything.

A small team were in the generator room with them, handcuffing the unconscious villain to a stretcher and listening to Mike explain about the generator.

'It wouldn't electrocute the whole building, otherwise everyone inside it would die if it ever got hit my lightening during a storm.' Kurt reasoned, looking over to where Blaine was standing.

'I think I saw something on the TV about that once, those kinds of things are insulated, or the building is. It obviously doesn't count if you're climbing all over it though.' Blaine said.

'Done!' Mike called out, waving a spanner in triumph. 'I've disconnected all the components and the people downstairs should be free.'

'Let's go and see shall we?' Santana said. Blaine knew she was as desperate as Mike was to see if Santana was ok.

'Are they all going to be ok?' Kurt asked when he and Blaine were alone once more.

Blaine nodded, getting up from the floor and joining Kurt at the window, glancing out to see the lights of New York City twinkle before them. Down below them the lights of the waiting police cars and ambulances flashed and they watched the paramedics ready their equipment to check the people over once the police led them from the basement.

He took hold of Kurt's hands in his own

'They'll be fine Kurt.' He assured him, pausing before a second. 'What about us? Are we going to be ok?' The question was loaded with so many implications he couldn't even name them all, he could only trust that Kurt knew what he meant.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hands tightly, smiling at him reassuringly. 'I think we'll be fine Blaine.'

Blaine grinned and let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. He was terrified that now Kurt saw what kind of danger he could get in he wouldn't want to stay with Blaine.

'Are you sure?'

Kurt smiled. 'I am. A lot of scary things happened tonight but they haven't put me off being in a relationship with you.' He held up a hand to stop Blaine from interrupting him. 'I know you think you're putting me in danger just by being around you, but look at them.' He waved a hand in the direction of the people being led from the building by the police. 'They were brought into all of this and they have nothing to do with Superheroes. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And if I am going to get in danger I'd much rather have you around to look after me.'

Blaine nodded, Kurt seemed so certain of what he was saying and he could see his point. He just had to be sure.

'Are you scared of me? Because of what I almost did?' He avoided Kurt's gaze as he asked the question he dreaded the answer to.

Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek in his palm, turning his head gently so Blaine was facing him again.

'No I'm not.' He replied truthfully. 'I mean, it was terrifying, but it wasn't you, I could see that. There was no life in your eyes and I just couldn't associate that person with you. I don't look at you know and see the person trying to hurt me, they're two different people to me Blaine.'

'I would never hurt you.' Blaine said, tears prickling at his eyes.

'I know that.' Kurt whispered, leaning in and kissing Blaine's lips. 'I love you Blaine.'

Blaine's heart fluttered as he heard Kurt's declaration, finally accepting that Kurt was ok with his secret life and that he would stay.

'I love you too Kurt.'

THE END!

Thank you so much for all you're wonderful comments you beautiful readers, it has been a lot of fun writing this and it makes it all worthwhile if you enjoy it too!

A special thank you once more to Lola_Mejor who has been a star of a beta for this story, fixing all my mistakes and pointing me in the right direction when I needed it.