I wanted to upload this chapter on Halloween, but I was sick so I had to postpone it.
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All Kurt could do was stare at him, stunned. "This is a joke, right?"

But Blaine's face expression stayed serious. "I wish it would be one, but no, you need to get out of here. Preferably tonight."

"Tonight?", Kurt blurted out. "Blaine, this is practically a high security prison! Breaking out of here is nearly impossible!"

"Nearly, that's the point" The hunter went up and down, thinking. "What other possibility do we have? It's not safe for you here anymore. My boss and all the other staff of the DBC are pissed, beyond pissed, and I don't want to find out what they are capable of doing when pissed."

Kurt rubbed his face, suddenly anxious. "And what is your plan?"

"I knew you would ask." He retrieved his phone, unlocked it and showed them a map. "This is the David Bowen Center" Blaine pointed at a green area and showed them a black dot in the center "It's surrounded by a forest, but after you have crossed it, there will be a small town called Spencerville. It's half an hour away from Lima, my great uncle went to a nursing home, but he has a lodge hidden in the forest where you can hide for the time being, until we turned you back to normal."

"But I want to stay an elf", Brittany whined and touched her pointed ears that were hidden under her bonnet. "It's great."

Kurt took Brittany by the shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. "But it's not safe for you anymore if you stay like that, Britt.", he explained slowly. "Think of all the bad people like all of our psychologists, or Blaine's dad, or all the scientists out there that just wait to put you into a cage because of what you are. Believe me, it would be for the best if we turned back to normal, okay?"

Looking kind of sad, Brittany nodded. "Okay."

…

"Breaking out of here? Are you out of your goddamn minds?", Quinn whispered when the entire Dope Squad was sitting at a table, eating their dinner after Kurt had updated all of them.

"But if Blaine's right and if they are in the know, we have no other choice", Sam reasoned, chewing on his carrot thoughtfully. "I really don't want to find out what they want to do to us."

"Neither do I", Tina agreed, looking kind of anxious. "I want to get out of the DBC, preferably alive."

"And how the hell are we going to do this if we want to leave tonight?", Santana asked in the round. "We can't just get out with all those watchdogs around."

"I'd suggest we will prepare for it after dinner", Finn spoke up (he still wasn't blinking or twitching. Those meds were good, why didn't he take them sooner?) "But not everyone at once, only groups of maximum three people go pack their things and bring them to the panic room."

"And not too many things, only the most necessary ones", Rachel added while she focused on separating peas and carrots. "After all, they don't need to know immediately that we left, but they will if we leave behind empty bedrooms."

She quickly closed her mouth when Polly and Harper went past their table. "Rachel? Everything alright?", the ginger nurse asked her.

Rachel nodded shortly. "Of course, Harper."

For a while, the two nurses just eyed the group of teenagers warily before they left again.

"Yup. They are definitely in the know", Artie commented, exchanging worried glances with Mike next to him.

"So we better beware", Rachel said out loud what everyone was thinking.

…

"Okay, kids, that's enough for today" Mrs. Green clapped with her hands and dismissed her class, ending the singing lesson.

A petite brunette, however, walked over to her teacher.

"How can I help you, Rachel?", Mrs. Green asked while she put her music sheets into the folder next to the piano.

"Mrs. Green, as you know, I want to go to Broadway one day", Rachel started. "My plan is to get famous in my early twenties and to win a Tony at age twenty-five after years of hard work. But for that, I need extra lessons. I want to be a star, and I will do everything in my power to become one."

Her singing teacher laughed. "Rachel, you are fifteen years old. Your plans are a little bit too detailed. Life doesn't follow a plan, life is unpredictable." She put her hands on the girl's shoulders who started grimacing. "Everyone has big dreams, and it's great that you do everything so that they come true. But you are still a kid. Don't rehearse all the time, you are one of my best students, and you know that. Go out and relax. Do what other girls your age usually do."

Frowning, Rachel turned around and left the room. Once outside, she retrieved her disinfectant spray and started spraying her shoulders, her hands and her arms.

Germs were everywhere, disgusting, tiny germs humans couldn't see with the naked eye. How she hated them!

Suddenly, a group of girls turned around the corner and stopped in front of her.

"You want to know why Mrs. Green turned you down?", Nora, the first girl asked.

"She wants me to live my life", Rachel answered. "She doesn't want me to worry about the future yet."

The girls laughed.

"That's not the reason", Betty, girl number two sneered. "The reason is that she didn't want to tell you that you never stood a chance at Broadway. Never."

Rachel craned her chin. "And why is that?"

"Just look at you", Chelsea, the third girl, scoffed. "Someone who is as broken as you can't be a star."

"B…Broken? I don't get it." But deep down, Rachel knew what they were talking about.

Nora walked closer to her. "Don't you see? Imagine you standing on a stage, singing and performing. But then, you notice that one of your stage props is dusty. Or your microphone has a dirty particle on it. Or things are not in the correct order. What do you do? Stop your performance and clean up everything? That's probably what you would do."

"Nobody wants to see someone like you on stage", Chelsea agreed. "Someone who would even mess up the performance to put freaking pencils into the correct order."

Rachel's eyes filled with tears. "That's…that's not true."

"Or someone who storms off the stage because she needs to wash her already clean hands for the millionth time", Betty spat. She looked Rachel deep in the eyes. "Say it. Tell us that we are wrong."

And Rachel would have loved to do so. Call out those envious brats and tell them that she was going to be the next Barbra Streisand.

But she just couldn't.

Because the girls were right, and she knew it.

Barbra didn't have the same messed up problems like she had. Barbra was perfect. But Rachel wasn't. She was trying to fight those compulsions for years, but she always failed.

Sobbing, Rachel turned on her heel and stormed off.

Outside, she stopped, retrieved her phone with trembling hands and dialed the number of a certain mental hospital.

The girls were right. As long as she was broken, she couldn't become a Broadwaystar. She needed to get it right. She needed to get a grip on it. As she had told her teacher, she would do everything in her power to become a star.

"Hello? My name is Rachel Berry, I suffer severe OCD and I want to admit myself to the David-Bowen Center."

…

About midnight, the group of twelve decided to leave the estate of the DBC. They had all gathered in the panic room, driving each other crazy.

"Crap, we totally forgot about the full moon" Puck stared up the bright globe on the skyline and cursed under his breath.

"And what if I turn into a fish again?", Quinn whined.

"What if I can't control my shapeshifting?", Finn wondered.

"Guys, stop it!", Rachel ordered sternly. "We have a plan, and we are going to go through with it. Nothing will go wrong, okay?"

"Let's hope so", Kurt muttered under his breath, remembering what happened on the last full moon. He shuddered when he thought about his uncontrollable bloodlust back then and about when he almost killed Sugar. Luckily, he seemed to have it under control now that he was satiated.

For now.

"Blaine said he would meet us at his great uncle's lodge after his nightshift. He gave me the key", he explained to the rest of the Dope Squad. "All we have to do is get to that place safely."

One by one, the teenagers climbed up the ladder of the panic room until everyone got out. After that, they climbed/flew/jumped/walked over/through the wall, those who had problems got help from the others.

"Well, that was way too easy for my taste", Mercedes commented after everyone had made it safely to the other side of the wall. Her wings behind her were fluttering with excitement.

"Let's hope that nobody saw us", Kurt said to her when they started walking towards the direction Blaine had told them to go.

"If that had been the case, we would have heard the sirens by now", Quinn explained. For some reason, she was looking weakened. Whether she would turn into a mermaid again?

"Guys, focus", Finn commanded, and everyone looked over to him. "All we need to do now is get to that lodge as fast as possible, okay?"

For the next fifteen minutes, they didn't talk that much, they rather focused on walking.

"Do you also hear that?" Kurt asked the others.

"Yes", Mike agreed. "That's music."

"So we are getting closer to that town Blaine told us about?" Sam looked hopeful. "That's great."

The teenagers quickened their pace, walking towards the direction the music came from. And were surprised to land on a road after the forest had ended.

"Awesome, we did it!" Puck bumped his fist in the air, cheering loudly.

Kurt sighed a breath of relief.

"Hey!", another voice called out and the Dope Squad members exchanged horrified glances.

Because someone had seen them. In their supernatural forms.

When they slowly turned around, the person was not looking horrified, rather amused.

He smirked.

"The Halloween Party takes place over here, fellas."

Kurt exchanged confused glances with Tina and Mercedes. Halloween Party? Today was Halloween? He totally forgot about Halloween after all these troubles in the past months.

"What are you waiting for?", the boy smirked, oblivious to the group's confusion. "Are you coming or what?"

We need to go, Artie told the rest of the team. Or else, people will grow suspicious. We need to mingle so that the people of the DBC can't find us that easily.

Is it a good idea?, Kurt wondered. We are on the run. We should hide.

But first, we are partying, Santana answered him back and linked arms with Brittany.

A party sounds fun, Brittany agreed, smiling.

The Latina turned to the guy, smirking as well. "Let's go, fella."

She and her new friend led the way, Kurt followed the group reluctantly. Why did he get the feeling that this was a bad idea?

"Don't vampires have to get invited in?", Sam wondered when Kurt entered the house with the others.

He just threw Sam an annoyed glance. "Just another misbelief. I can enter wherever and whenever I want to."

When they had entered the mansion where the party took place, the music was ear-deafeningly loud, louder than the music at all these raves Kurt had seen on YouTube. People wearing disguises of fairytales or movies were slurring along to the music, holding cups with colorful beverages, probably cocktails, in their hands.

At least, they wouldn't be able to tell Kurt and his friends apart from those who were just disguised.

This was his first party he has been to, and he already hated it.

Back then in his normal life, he had never been invited to parties because he had been an outsider. But now, he realized that he didn't miss a thing.

The smell of alcohol was in the air, the lights were dimed.

"Awesome!", Puck just shouted over the loud music, downing his twentieth shot with Finn whose eyes were weirdly bright brown, but Kurt blamed it on the dimed light.

Even though Kurt was aware that none of the two could get drunk anymore, he wondered whether all the alcohol would have a bad influence on all the meds they had already taken.

Before he could berate the zombie and the werewolf, Rachel grabbed his arm and dragged him to the hallway where a lot of people were making out. At least, it was calmer than in the living room.

"What is it, Rachel?", he asked, annoyed. His eyes widened when he saw Quinn with Artie, Mercedes and Mike.

"We have a problem" Rachel nodded at a pale Quinn who was sitting on the stairs, leaning her head against the wall. "We think that she will turn back soon."

…

Kurt buried his face in his hands. "This is not good. Not good at all." Quinn couldn't turn back in front of all the people, that would be a catastrophe.

Someone behind them whistled and the group of six turned around, startled.

A tall brown-haired guy was walking towards them, but he was only looking at Rachel for some reason. Whether he wanted to flirt?

"Well, look at that, whom do we have here? You are all supernaturals, aren't you?"

They all exchanged shocked glances.

How does he know?, Mike asked in the round.

"How I know?", the stranger repeated, amused. "Can't you imagine?"

He also had a telepathic link to them. That meant that…

"You…you are like us?", Quinn, who had done the math, said faintly, close to passing out.

"That's right." The stranger just smirked knowingly but was still looking at Rachel for some reason. "The name's Jesse St. James.", he introduced himself. "Part angel and host."

Rachel's eyes widened in surprise. "You are like me? I have never met someone like me before."

"None of us had", Kurt pointed out. Something about that Jesse guy was off, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"I did, and it didn't end well", Mercedes reminded him, looking skeptical as well.

Rachel ignored them. She only had eyes for Jesse.

"Not really", Jesse explained. "I am half human, half angel, but you are a fullblood."

If only he knew, Kurt thought by himself.

At that moment, Quinn hissed in pain, and Kurt exchanged worried glances with the others.

"Up there in the bathroom is a bathtub", Mike spoke up. "We need to carry her up."

"No problem." Artie got up from his wheelchair with his satyr legs and lifted Quinn up with ease, bridal style.

He, Mike, Kurt and Mercedes hurried up the stairs -without Rachel.

"Go ahead, I will come later", the brunette waved them off, still looking at Jesse in awe.

"Should we really leave her behind all alone with that guy?", Artie whispered to the rest of them.

"We are going to check on her later", Mercedes answered, nodding to Quinn who was looking paler now. "But first, we need to take care of Quinn."

…

"Tell me something about you, Rachel", Jesse whispered, smiling seductively.

For some reason, a cold shiver was running down her spine when he talked. But whether it was a good idea to tell Jesse everything about her origin story?

When the petite brunette didn't answer immediately, he asked full of interest: "What's your flock?"

"My what now?", Rachel asked, confused.

"Your flock", Jesse repeated patiently. He nodded to her wings. "White wings are really, really rare. Are you royalty?"

"I have no idea what you are even talking about", Rachel said, more confused than ever.

At that moment, someone else entered the hallway. "Rachel, is that guy harassing you?"

Jesse threw Finn a hostile glance. "And who is that mutt?"

"Say that again", Finn growled, his eyes were sparkling dangerously. He grabbed Rachel by the waist and pulled her closer to himself in a protective way.

"I said" Jesse craned his chin "You are a mutt and I can't remember having invited something like you. Plus, I bet that Rachel wants to come with me."

Finn shook his head angrily. "No, she doesn't."

"Guys, please!", Rachel tried to intervene, but was ignored by both guys.

The male half angel rolled up his sleeves. "If you win, she will come with me. If I do, Rachel will be mine."

"Stop it!", Rachel shrieked. What had just gotten into them? She didn't know what to do because seriously, never ever did two men ever fight over her. "This is insane! Let's sort it out in a civilized way!" But none of the guys seemed to listen to her.

"Let's see who will laugh last", Finn growled in a wolfish way.

"Come on", Jesse snarled and put off his biker jacket. Behind him, big grey and feathered wings unfolded fully. "Let's play, dog."

…

"This is astonishing", Mercedes gasped, staring down the bathtub to Quinn.

Like last time on full moon, the blonde's legs had once again fully transformed into a beautiful soft blue tail which fin was poking out of the rim of the bathtub.

"And how do we get her out of here?", Kurt wondered.

"Don't worry about that", Artie said, smirking. "The party guests are so drunk by now; they wouldn't even notice if a goblin was tap dancing in the middle of the room."

Kurt, however, still looked doubtful. "I wouldn't be so sure about that. We can't just take that risk. What if someone takes a photo?"

"Yes, and besides, I need to stay in the water", Quinn pointed out.

Suddenly, they heard how something heavy fell down downstairs, and also some yelling and shouting.

The five of them exchanged worried glances.

"Rachel is still down there. Alone", Mercedes commented. "Someone needs to go check on her."

"And who?", Artie asked.

Everyone stayed silent, nobody volunteered.

"How about we play rock, paper, scissors to decide who must go?", Mike suggested after a while.

"Are you serious?", Kurt asked, rolling his eyes. "This is childish. Rachel is something like our friend and we should be there for each other."

Mercedes put her hands on her hips. "So you volunteer to go check on her?"

"Heavens, no", he answered quickly. To be honest, he had never been much of a fan of Berry. "I never said that. I said that one of you should go, after all, you all know her better than I do."

Quinn lifted her hands defensively. "I can't exactly walk, so I'm out." She demonstratively flipped her fin and drops of water flew to every direction. "But I can be the referee or something."

In the end, it was Kurt who found himself walking down the stairs after he had lost the final round against Mike. (Dammit, why did he think it was a good idea to take scissors every other time?) When he was on the first floor again, he saw how a big werewolf just leapt at a winged man and gasped for air.

"Kurt, thank god!" Rachel tried using her wings and flying over to him, but failed, so she quickly went over. "Finn and Jesse…they are fighting over me. I tried talking them out of it, but they wouldn't listen!"

"And what am I supposed to do?", Kurt asked her while he watched Finn bite Jesse into his left wing. Jesse screamed in pain and kicked the werewolf away who fell down to the floor.

"Stop them!", Rachel pleaded, looking at him with big eyes. "Please!"

Even though Finn and Jesse were both bleeding and injured, none of them seemed to think about giving up.

"Do I look like Superman to you?", Kurt asked her, cocking his eyebrows. "I don't want to get caught in the crossfire. Do you see how aggressive they are? Like two bloodthirsty monsters!"

"What the hell is going on here?", another voice behind them asked.

Kurt turned around - and saw Blaine standing on the doorway. "Blaine, thank god!" He pointed at the werewolf and the angel that were still fighting. "Can you stop them?"

Blaine retrieved a weapon from his bag. "What do you think? I am a hunter, sure, I can."

Weapon in hand, he said loudly: "Okay, gentlemen, it's over. I don't want to hurt you, but…" A vase Jesse had thrown at Finn who had dodged it flew to Blaine who also ducked down. "Okay, that's it!"

Scowling, Blaine pulled the trigger of the weapon, aiming it at Finn and Jesse who were still busy fighting.

"But don't hurt Finn, okay?", Rachel said nervously.

"I can't guarantee it", Blaine admitted when he blasted the two guys.

Exactly at that moment, Finn and Jesse decided to continue their fight behind a mirror, so the blast got reflected on it – and hit the giant chandelier that crushed down – right to Blaine.

"Blaine!", Kurt screamed, running over to the hunter who lied on the floor, not moving, blood was flowing out of his wounds as sharp chandelier pieces had stabbed him all over his torso "Oh my gosh, Blaine!"

Rachel's eyes had widened as well, and Finn and Jesse had stopped fighting as soon as Blaine got hit.

"He has no pulse! And he doesn't breathe either.", Kurt said frantically. Tears were streaming down his face when he pulled Blaine closer to himself, hugging him tightly despite Blaine being covered with blood. "No, Blaine, you can't be dead. We still need you", he sobbed. "I need you. I never had the chance to tell you how much I love you. You…you are all I have. You are … you are the love of my life, but I was so dumb to realize it until now."

Finn walked over to him and started whimpering. He sat down next to Blaine's dead body, howling loudly and showing his grief. Rachel had started crying. Jesse just stood next to them with a blank face.

Even though it was clear that Blaine was dead, Kurt refused to let go of him and cried into the hunter's sweater, his body was shaking with sobs.

"This can't be happening", Rachel whispered, wiping away her tears with a sleeve. At that moment, she didn't care about how dirty her tears might have been and didn't disinfect her hands afterwards. "It's not fair.", she muttered, overwhelmed by sadness. "It's not fair! I don't accept it! There has to be a way to undo this tragedy!"

"Maybe, there is", Jesse spoke up and Rachel turned to him. "You are a white winged angel. At special occasions, you can manipulate the space-time continuum."

"What?" Rachel didn't know what he was talking about.

"You can travel back in time and save the hunter", Jesse explained slowly "You and your friends, you have no idea how powerful and special you actually are. A white winged angel, a mermaid with a blue tail, a werewolf who was strong enough to fight against an angel..."

Kurt looked up with his tear-stained face. "Please, Rachel", he pleaded with tear filled eyes "If there is a way to save Blaine, you need to try it, I'm begging you!"

Just after he had said that sentence, she felt a weird sensation within her body as if she had just been struck by lightning. Suddenly feeling dizzy, Rachel closed her eyes and held her head.

"Do I look like Superman to you?", she heard a voice next to her say. When Rachel reopened her eyes, Kurt was cocking his eyebrows. "I don't want to get caught in the crossfire. Do you see how aggressive they are? Like two bloodthirsty monsters!"

Confused, Rachel stared at him. In front of her, werewolf Finn and angel Jesse were about to fight against each other.

But how…? Before Rachel could ask how that was possible, another voice behind them asked: "What the hell is going on here?"

Stunned, the petite brunette turned around. "Blaine, thank god!" , Kurt said just at the moment she wanted to open her mouth. The vampire pointed at the werewolf and the angel that were still fighting. "Can you stop them?"

Blaine retrieved a weapon from his bag. "What do you think? I am a hunter, sure, I can."

Weapon in hand, he said loudly: "Okay, gentlemen, it's over. I don't want to hurt you, but…"

"Watch out!", Rachel screamed before Jesse had even thrown the vase. Finn dodged it, so did Blaine who afterwards turned to the brunette, cocking his triangularly shaped eyebrows. "How did you know that would happen?"

"I…"

When another crash could be heard, Blaine turned around, scowling. "Someone needs to stop them before they are going to hurt innocent people." With that, he pulled the trigger of the weapon, aiming it at Finn and Jesse who were still busy fighting.

"Noooo!", Rachel screeched, collected all her strength to move her wings and lunged at the hunter so that he didn't blast at the mirror.

It worked, since Blaine and Rachel were falling down while he aimed at them, both, Finn and Jesse, got hit on the legs – and fell down as well, temporarily paralyzed by the hit.

"What the hell, Rachel?", Blaine said irritatedly.

Sitting up, the brunette brushed nonexistent glint from her blouse. "Thank me later for not letting you get pierced by the chandelier" She nodded to said chandelier over their heads.

The hunter threw her a weird glance. "Ookayy…"

Kurt rushed over to the duo. "Blaine, are you okay?", he said worriedly.

"I am safe and sound, why shouldn't I be?", the hunter asked him, winking.

"You have absolutely no idea", Rachel said to herself, smiling faintly.

…

After Finn could move again, Kurt, Blaine and Rachel had gathered the rest of the Dope Squad so that they could finally leave.

"But it was so much fun!", Santana who obviously had a couple of drinks, slurred while they were walking to the lodge. "I even got the phone number of a succubus. Her name is Dani and she found my whiskers sexy. Next time, we want to have cat-succubus sex."

"Gross, Satan!", Kurt complained, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "We don't want to know."

"Was she really a succubus?", Quinn who was sitting in a water covered wheelbarrow pushed by Puck, asked with cocked eyebrows, her blue tail was moving up and down a bit. "Or was she just disguised as such?"

"No, she showed me how she drained the life energy of a mouse. And her wings and horns were legit", Santana said excitedly. "That was so hot."

Brittany unhappily stuffed her hands in her pockets, saying nothing which was unusual for her.

"My scales are starting to feel itchy", Quinn complained. "And my throat is dry. How long until we arrive?"

"It's only a few blocks away. But we would have been there earlier if you hadn't decided to go to the Halloween Party of a malicious part angel, just sayin", Blaine muttered and checked his watch. It was half past three am. "Why did you convince me to let him escape again, Rachel?"

"He...he seemed to be one of the good ones", Rachel answered evasively.

Finn, still in his werewolf form, growled dangerously and kind of jealously.

"We didn't know he was part angel", Tina defended themselves.

"And I told you from the beginning on that it was a bad idea", Kurt added in a self-righteous way. "But nobody wanted to listen to me, as usual."

"We all know that you wanted to talk us out of that, you don't have to repeat it all the time, Mr. Know-It-All", Rachel said, sounding annoyed.

"You are a pain in the neck, Rachel", Kurt hissed with gritted teeth.

"As if you were any better", the brunette hissed back. "People just tend to forgive you more easily for some reason."

Kurt stopped in his tracks. "Take that back", he demanded.

"If I were you, I would be careful what to say", Rachel said in a hostile way, her wings behind her were fluttering. "That's the thanks for having s-"

"Rachel, can the two of us talk for an instant?", Blaine cut her off and dragged her to the side by her arm.

"This isn't over yet", the angel snapped huffishly, but Kurt just threw her an unimpressed glance. Glaring, she turned to the hunter who looked at her with a serious face expression. "What did you want to talk about? As you can see, I have been busy."

"You went back in time, right?", Blaine whispered to her.

Rachel opened and closed her mouth. "But…how could you tell?"

"Call it my sixth sense. You have been acting off since I entered Jesse's mansion. And I knew that time travelling is one of the abilities of angels with white wings", he answered, and the brunette stared at him, stunned about his excellent perception.

"What happened in the original timeline?", he wanted to know. "Something bad?"

When Rachel looked down, Blaine squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You can tell me everything. I can't help if I don't know about it."

"You…you died while you wanted to take down Finn and Jesse", Rachel started explaining. Blaine's eyes had widened, but she wasn't done talking. "And when you were lying in Kurt's arms, dead, he said that you were the love of his life."

The hunter just stared at her, at a loss of words.

Happy belated Halloween, guys xD