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Blaine absentmindedly gnawed on his pen and stared down his book during history classes. All he could do was think about that sentence Rachel had said two days ago.

"And when you were lying in Kurt's arms, dead, he said that you were the love of his life."

What if Kurt didn't mean it? What if he just talked nonsense when he held his dead body in his arms? It could as well have been the shock. Blaine's heartbeat quickened.

And what if Kurt really liked him?

What shall he do now? Yes, he needed to admit that he also liked Kurt more than he wanted to admit, but the timing to confess him how he felt couldn't be worse.

Now that three days had passed since they all broke out of the DBC, it seemed like the entire state of Ohio was searching for them. Within only a couple of hours, they had become the most popular runaway teenagers of the Midwest.

Who hid in his great uncle's lodge not far away from Dalton Academy, the prep school he attended. Blaine gulped. Whether assisted flight of patients of a mental hospital was a criminal act?

"Blaine? Earth on Blaine!"

Startled, Blaine looked up. Jeff, one of his friends at school, was snapping with his fingers in front of his face.

"It's lunch time, my friend", Nick, Jeff's boyfriend, added with a grin. "Trent already reserved us a table."

Quick, Blaine gathered his things and got up. "Okay, let's go."

Nick looked at him quizzically. "Are you okay? You seem to act off lately."

Blaine just nodded, waving it off. "I'm fine, Nicholas. Shall we?"

With skeptical face expressions, Nick and Jeff followed their friend out of the classroom.

…

With crossed legs, Kurt sat on the floor of the small attic, trying to sketch designs in silence. Blaine was at school and downstairs, all the others were doing god knew what, so he withdrew to the most silent place of Blaine's relative's lodge.

Before his life had been turned upside down, he always imagined becoming a fashion designer that designed all kinds of clothes. Whether he would be able to do it in the future? Whether there was a future for him?

"Dude!"

Startled, Kurt made the line at the wrong place and groaned frustratedly. "Dammit, Finn, couldn't you knock?"

With a box in his hands, Finn quickly walked over to the vampire, grinning excitedly.

"What's that?", Kurt asked him, cocking his eyebrows.

Finn brushed off the dust. "I found that thing among the hunter equipment Blaine stores at the storage room."

"Didn't Blaine tell you not to touch his things?", Kurt reminded him sternly.

Finn just shrugged. "So?"

"You need to bring it back. Now", Kurt ordered, crossing his arms. "We don't know what is in there, maybe, it's dangerous."

The werewolf pouted disappointedly. "Puck is right: You are a bore", he muttered.

"A bore that makes sure we don't get into trouble", Kurt corrected him with a scowl.

Still disappointed, Finn backed away, and because he didn't watch where he was going, he tripped. The box's lid fell down and white fog coming out of said box was suddenly spreading in the room.

"Finn! What have you just done?", was the last thing Kurt could huff before everything went black.

…

Carole Hudson hugged her son tightly with tears in her eyes. "I'm going to miss you, my big boy."

"I will be fine, mom", Finn promised to her when he pulled away. "And you can come visit me every now and then. It's not as if I would move to the other side of the world."

"For me, it feels as if you would." Carole dried her tears with her handkerchief she had retrieved from her purse. "But I have to get used to it, after all, you will go to college in two and a half years."

"If I will get out of here until then", Finn said with a frown, cursing inwardly when he noticed that he was blinking more than usually. Maybe it was because of the nervousness.

"You will, of that, I'm sure", Carole said optimistically. She kissed her son on the cheek. "Be kind to the nurses and doctors."

Finn nodded before he entered the section of the dorms with his trolley, leaving her behind.

When he entered his room he was supposed to share with someone else, he saw a blond boy lying on the second bed and reading comics. The boy looked up. "Oh, are you Finn?"

Finn nodded. "Yup, that's me."

The blond boy smiled at him. "Hi, the name's Sam, and I also have a twin called Evan."

Confused, Finn looked around. "Where?"

"Oh, we share the same body", Sam explained casually. He cocked his eyebrow when he noticed that Finn was blinking and twitching repeatedly. "Did an eyelash fall into your eye?"

"Nope, I have Tourette's, that's why I am here", Finn explained, fighting the urge to blink again.

At that moment, a boy with a Mohawk and a black boy entered.

"Oh, you need to be the new guy", Mohawk boy smirked. "Puck" – he pointed at himself "-and Matt" he pointed at the other boy.

Finn waved awkwardly. "Hey, there."

"Matt isn't that much of a talker", Sam commented, and Matt nodded in agreement.

"Okay…"

"Do you like GTA?", Puck asked him interested.

Finn's eyes lit up. "I played all of those games on my Xbox at home."

"Xbox is lame", Sam muttered. "Team PlayStation!"

"Do they have a game console at that place?", Finn asked curiously.

Puck sadly shook his head. "Yeah, but no dope games. They're probably too worried about that those suicidal patients could get bad ideas."

"But they have Mario Kart", Matt said with a grin.

"What are we still waiting for?", Finn asked in the round and got up from his bed. "Are you in the mood?"

"If the girls don't block the game console to play those stupid dance or karaoke games, I'm in", Sam hummed.

When they were walking down to the recreation room, Finn needed to grin. Maybe the David-Bowen-Center was not as bad as he thought it was, and those guys seemed to be cool as well.

…

When Finn came to, he noticed that someone was shaking his shoulder. Groaning, he opened his eyes and Kurt's face came into view.

"What happened?", Finn asked groggily and sat up, rubbing his head.

"You passed out", Kurt explained, Finn was surprised that he didn't sound worried or something, rather annoyed and gruff. "And I have no idea, why."

"Maybe because of the box and all the fog that came out of it...", Finn reasoned, and trailed off when Kurt threw him a weird glance.

"What box?"

When Finn wanted him to show the box he had just dropped – he didn't find it.

"What the hell? It was here a couple of seconds ago, I swear!", Finn exclaimed.

Kurt just cocked his head to the side. "You sure you're okay? Did you bump your head? Or didn't you drink enough blood lately?"

Confused, Finn scratched his head. "What are you even talking about?"

"Your thirst for blood", Kurt repeated slowly, looking at Finn as if he was off his rocker.

"I don't drink blood", Finn answered him back.

"Yeah, you do", Kurt retorted annoyedly, rolling his eyes.

"But you are the vampire", Finn pointed out.

At that, Kurt laughed loudly. "Yeah, of course. Do I look like a bloodsucker to you, Hudson?"

"But…" Something about the way Kurt talked and acted was off, but Finn couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Kurt got up, brushing the dust off his pants. "Come on, let's go downstairs and check on the others before the hunter comes home."

The hunter? Since when did Kurt call Blaine the hunter? As far as Finn knew, the both of them were besties, and according to rumors, there was more going on between those two. Before Finn could ask him, Kurt went already to the door. When he had been downstairs the last time, the majority of the others had still been sleeping, that's why Finn had went upstairs with his box, knowing that Kurt was already up.

But now, all of his friends were awake, eating breakfast or just chilling on the couches. The living room of the lodge was spacious, a retro fireplace was in front of the three couches as well as a soft carpet on the floor.

Rachel spotted the duo first. "There you are, Finnie", she chirped, coming over to him with a smile, for some reason, she had a red colored hair strand. "What took you so long?"

Finn shrugged. He had no idea what Rachel was even talking about. But her smile was warming up something in his stomach. Ever since he had seen her with that Jesse St. Jackass, he kind of felt …protective of her, and also jealous. Whether it was his inner wolf or his human self that felt like that, he had no idea.

When he saw how Rachel was biting into a sandwich with a lot of meat, he flinched. "Rachel…aren't you supposed to be vegetarian now?"

Rachel looked at him with a frown, rubbing her irritated hands. "Not funny, Finn. I'm part animal, my meat requirements are higher than yours."

Since when were angels part animal?

At that moment, Mercedes went past him and Kurt, and they both looked at each other with hostile glances.

Finn looked at them confusedly. "Did the two of you get into a fight?" Kurt and Mercedes always got along so well and actually, it was the first time he saw them like that.

"Ask him why he needs to be a douche to people like me", Mercedes hissed, eyes narrowed.

Kurt gasped for air. "I have been a douche to you? This is a joke, isn't it?"

"What the hell is going on?", Finn asked them with his arms crossed.

Mercedes snorted disdainfully. "He stole my prey. Haven't you ever heard of the saying Ladies First?"

"I saw it first!", Kurt complained, outraged.

Finn was more confused than ever. "Prey?"

"They are talking about a squirrel", Sam who just came over, whispered to him, shaking his head. "A tiny squirrel."

With a reassuring smile, he walked over to Mercedes. "Baby, let's talk about it in a more civilized way, okay?"

"Wait, you are a coupl…" Before Finn could end his sentence, Mercedes hissed at Sam in a feline way. "Hell to the no! It…" She trailed off, staring out of the window. "Did you just see that?"

Kurt also perked up his ears. "Another squirrel!"

He and Mercedes glared at each other in a challenging way.

"May the better one win, dog", Mercedes hissed.

"Guys, you are exaggera…" When Sam tried to calm the fighting cocks down, both, Kurt and Mercedes, growled and hissed at him in a not so human way before they rushed out of the lodge.

"Wait for me!", Rachel screeched and quickly followed them.

"What…was that?", Finn asked, trying to figure out why he didn't feel the urge to hunt down that squirrel as a werewolf.

Sam just shrugged.

"Gosh, how I hate these wings!", someone else suddenly shrieked, and the two guys turned around. Quinn was trying to fly with her white feathered wings but was failing miserably, she always fell down.

"Since when do you have those wings?", Finn asked surprisedly.

"Since that incident with those crazy therapists, don't you remember?", Blaine behind him pointed out, and Finn turned around.

"You are back again?"

"Back from where?" Blaine scratched his head confusedly. "I have been here all the time. It's not like I could exactly sleep or something. Sometimes, being a zombie sucks."

Only at that moment, Finn noticed how pale Blaine looked, dark circles were underneath his eyes. His hair wasn't gelled back either and he more more casual clothes instead of his button-up shirts and his colored bowties.

Questioning, Quinn turned to the guys. "Has anyone seen Santana?"

"She is still upstairs in the bathtub", Brittany who just turned around the corner, explained, her dragonfly wings behind her were fluttering. "Until now, her tail didn't vanish, it will take some time."

Artie came rolling in with a grin on his face.

"What is it now, Artie?", Quinn asked him, kind of annoyed. "Did you, Tina and Mike have a threesome again?"

Mike and Tina (her ears were weirdly pointed) who just showed up behind him rubbed their necks sheepishly, their hair was a mess.

"Was it really that obvious?", Tina asked, looking down her toes.

"Wait, wait, wait" Finn clapped his hands, looking in the round. "What the hell is going on here? And where the hell is Puck?"

As if on cue, Puck entered the room with his bag, wearing a navy blue and red school uniform. His mohawk was gone. "Guess who's back from school, fellas! Your favorite hunter!"

"Noah!" Beaming, Quinn rushed over to him, half flying, half walking and kissed him passionately.

Amused, Puck pulled away. "Well, that's what I call a nice greeting from my angel-girlfriend."

"G…girlfriend?" Finn's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "Since when?"

Puck and Quinn shrugged. "We kind of lost track of time."

Before Finn could dig deeper, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt reentered the living room, their mouths were covered with blood.

"That squirrel was gross!", Mercedes complained.

"Kurt, babe, what have you just done?" Blaine came rushing over to him and examined his face. "Did you go hunt a squirrel again?"

Kurt nodded, rubbing his neck sheepishly, his hard face expression softened when Blaine touched him. "You know me, Blainers. I can't help it, that's instinctive."

"Aww, that's so endearing" Blaine softly wiped away the blood traces with his sleeve. "Shall I pet you?"

At that, Kurt started growling dangerously and Blaine defensively lifted his hands. "Hey, I was just joking, Mr. Wolf. You are no pet; I will never say it again."

"Good", Kurt answered, appeased, affectionately squeezing his hand.

"You are such a weird couple", Tina said amusedly. "The dog and the undead."

"As if an elf, a ghost and a satyr that have a threesome would be more normal", Blaine retorted. He tugged Kurt by the hand. "Come on, my sexy puppy, let's have supernatural sex."

"Gross!", Mercedes exclaimed. "We don't want to know."

"Do you want to do it doggy-style?", Santana who just came down the stairs asked Kurt and Blaine amusedly, soft blue fish scales were on her cheeks and wrists.

Kurt threw her a killing glance; his eyes were turning brighter and brighter. "Shut up, Satan.", he growled in a wolfish way.

"Babe, if you turn into a werewolf again just because she provoked you, it won't be fun", Blaine whined. "You need to fight it."

In the meantime, Rachel came closer to Finn, looking at him seductively. "Finn, darling, if you want to, you can lick off the blood traces off my lips. And after that, I can turn back to a fox and we can make out just the way you like it."

"Enough!", Finn suddenly yelled, and everyone turned their heads. "You are not yourselves and neither am I."

"What the hell are you talking about, Hudson?", Kurt asked him with his arms crossed and with narrowed eyes.

"This all just feel so…wrong!", Finn said, pointing at Kurt. "I am supposed to be the werewolf, not you!"

Kurt just stared at him. "What?"

He then pointed at Puck. "You are not the hunter, Blaine is."

"What the heck, man?", Puck said with a stunned face expression.

"And Quinn, you are the mermaid and Santana is part cat!"

"That's not true!", Quinn, Santana and Mercedes exclaimed at the same time.

Sam looked at Finn in a weird way. "Let me guess: I am a ghost and Artie is a satyr."

"Exactly!", Finn exclaimed.

The blond boy facepalmed. "You are crazy, man."

Ignoring him, Finn turned to Rachel and Brittany. "Rachel, you are an angel, and Brittany is the elf, not Tina."

While all the others exchanged confused glances, Rachel reassuringly pulled him closer by the waist. "Baby, what if we just…"

"And we are all not in relationships!", Finn added, freeing himself from Rachel's grip who backed away irritatedly. Even though he instantly felt sorry for having been too harsh to Rachel, Finn said: "Okay, except for Brittany and Santana, but that's only on a sexual basis."

Brittany and Santana high-fived proudly.

It was dead silent for a while.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Hudson?", Kurt eventually spoke up, breaking the silence and eyeing him with distrust. "Do you want to tell us that you landed in some kind of opposite universe?"

Even though he hadn't been serious, Finn nodded. "I guess so. And it all started with…the box…" He gasped when he saw the box stand on the table of the living room. "No way…"

Had it been standing there all the time?

Slowly, he walked over to it and opened the lid carefully. Again, white fog filled the entire room within seconds.

"What's that?", Quinn asked in the round, all the others squinted at the box in confusion.

Before Finn could answer, the world went black again.

…

"Finn? Finn!" Someone was shaking Finn's shoulder and when he woke up, he saw Kurt's worried face.

"Are you okay?"

"I guess so…" Slowly, Finn sat up again, eyeing Kurt up and down. "Wait…you are no savage werewolf, right?"

Kurt looked at him in a confused and kind of irritated way. "No?"

"You are a vampire!"

"I guess we already established that, Finn", Kurt nodded, slowly getting impatient. "And you are sure you didn't bang your head?"

Sighing relievedly, Finn leaned back on the wall behind him. So he was in the right universe again. "Thank god. And no, I didn't. Instead, I landed in an opposite universe where we all swapped our powers. The only good thing was that we were all in relationships with each other, including you and Blaine."

Kurt looked up instantly. "What did you just say?"

"Oh…" He didn't mean to say that. "In my weird dream, you and Blaine were kind of …boyfriends. And you seemed to be really happy even though he was a zombie and you were a…"

After a couple of seconds, Kurt had stopped listening. He was aware that he shouldn't take Finn's weird dreams seriously, but his not beating heart had started racing after he had said that.

What was that supposed to mean? Was the universe trying to tell him that he actually was in love with Blaine?

Even if he was, who said that Blaine requited his feelings? Besides, they were on the run. The timing couldn't be worse.

For the hundredth time that year, Kurt wondered what he had done to the god he didn't even believe in so that he got punished that cruelly.