A/N: I had a little bit of trouble with the song...and when that happens, our wonderful Kurt will save the day with his wisdom.

A tingling sensation prickled at the back of Kurt's neck at the name, and he took a shaky breath. He had no idea what it meant, though he had a feeling it meant something. Kurt was pulled out of his head as they approached the cabin.

The home was small, though not so small for one person. It was made of rock and had some sort of material on its roof, though it was one Kurt had never seen before. The trees were less colorful here, and Kurt wondered if it was because they were further in the forest of trees than where he had appeared.

"I know it's not much," Blaine said as they approached it. "I'm sure wherever— Where are you from anyhow? Wait. You know what? Don't answer that unless you want to."

"Blaine, your home is lovely, and I truly appreciate you bringing me here. Now, what can I do to help? Do we need to deliver the wood tonight?"

"Oh, no," Blaine said, shocked a little. "It is going to get dark soon, and you never want to be out after it gets dark. With all of the tree cover, it's almost impossible to see."

Kurt heeded this warning, as he wasn't sure if he would be able to see in the dark like he could back home. "Understood." He really wanted to ask where he was, yet he stayed silent for now. "So, what can I do to help?"

"Have you ever fished or cleaned fish?" Blaine asked.

"I have on both accounts," Kurt answered. Fishing was actually one of his favorite things to do. It was relaxing and took just enough skill to make it a challenge for him.

"Excellent," Blaine said. "I left just enough time for me to get back here and try to catch some trout for supper. Care to join me? Or are you tired from your travels and would like to stay here and rest?"

Kurt realized in that moment how much trust Blaine was putting in him. Not only did he invite a complete stranger back to his home for the night, he was offering to let said stranger stay in his home while he wasn't there. "I'd like to come with you. Would it be alright if I left my backpack here while we go, though?" His pack wasn't heavy, though if he was going to be fishing, he didn't want to have to bother with it.

"Of course," Blaine said and pointed out an area beside the sofa he could place it. "My room is up there," he said and pointed to the small loft above them, "and you'll sleep here. I promise Burt has more room at his house, and if it weren't a ways away, we could just go there now."

"Blaine, it's fine. I promise. This is much better than my alternative would have been," Kurt answered, ready to broach the topic and feeling, for whatever reason, that Blaine would believe him, at least in part.

Blaine nodded and led Kurt out the back door to the small shed he kept his rods and tackle in. After grabbing what they needed, the pair walked for about five minutes upstream where the creek got deeper and the fish were plentiful. As they got their gear ready, Blaine started singing a song.

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

I see you through the smoky air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss

Kurt, somehow—and by this point, he really wasn't going to keep questioning how things were happening. He was simply going to let them happen—knew the lyrics and notes and everything to the song and joined in in perfect harmony with Blaine.

I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

"You have a lovely voice, Kurt," Blaine said after he'd snagged a nice-sized fish on his line and was reeling it in.

"Thank you," Kurt said with a blush, also hooking a fish on his line.

"I have no idea why, out of all of the songs I have heard in my life, I started singing that one," Blaine wondered aloud.

"Sometimes, I find it's best not to question those types of things," Kurt offered. "If you try to find reason in why or how every little thing happens, it will drive you crazy."

They each caught one more fish and then decided that four fish would be enough for their dinner and even their breakfast if they wanted. After cleaning the fish there and tossing the skins and guts in a hole they dug, so as not to attract too many wild animals, the pair walked back to the cabin, humming the song under their breath.

Dinner was mostly a silent affair, both wanting to ask questions or say things, though not knowing how the other would receive them. When it was time to get ready for bed, however, Kurt felt a pull. It was hard for him to wrap his head around the sensation, and he knew it meant something. He caught sight of Blaine's cuff and knew what the pull, the sensation, was.

"Blaine?" Kurt said as the other man was walking toward the small bathroom to clean off the day.

"Yes?" Blaine asked as he turned his head over his shoulder to look back at his guest.

"After you're out of the washroom, and after I clean up, could we talk? Or…"

"I'd love to," Blaine said, and he flashed a smile so bright, Kurt felt his insides twist and melt. He'd had crushes on others before. This, though, this was different. This was more.

A/N: The song is "Crazy For You" by Madonna.