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"Checkmate, again." Pablo smirked smugly when he won another round of chess while Kurt sat on his opposite with a scowl.

"Don't you think that my chances would be higher if I was able to move my hands?", Kurt hissed with a cocked eyebrow and nodded to his hands that were tied to the armrests of his chair.

"You are just a bad loser, hijo", Pablo answered and lit another cigar. He inhaled deeply and smirked arrogantly. "Life isn't always a winning game, get used to that."

"Oh, no one knows it better than I do, believe me", Kurt answered bitterly and rolled his eyes. "My mom died when I was way too young, plus, I got bullied all my life just because of being myself. So don't dare to tell me that life is not fair."

"Yeah, kids can be cruel", one of Pablo's scrawny men agreed and took a sip of his beer bottle. "We all lost someone close to us as kids and got treated like trash in school-but look at us now. We are powerful men our mamàs can be proud of."

At that, Kurt just cocked his eyebrows. "How consoling", he said sarcastically. "Now that I know what my future will look like, I can sleep well at night again."

"What did you just say?!" The guy held his knife to Kurt's throat threateningly. "Listen, kid, you better respect us, or else, I'm going to slash open your goddamn neck!"

"Oh come on, this is slowly getting old", Kurt scoffed, completely unfazed by the blade on his throat. "Just think about it: If you hurt me in any way, Sebastian won't be interested in paying back his debts anymore." As if he would care about him, but those guys didn't have to know that. "You can only use me as leverage as long as I am unscathed. Otherwise, your oh-so great plan won't work out."

Pablo growled something in Spanish, and the man withdrew his knife with his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Well, I am hungry now", Pablo declared and looked at his other lackey. "Gaston, go get us some food."

Gaston, a black-haired man with a snake tattoo on his biceps, nodded. "Alright, what do you guys want?"

The men all told him their orders, and Pablo looked at Kurt expectantly. "What do you want, hijo?"

"I already have a father, so stop calling me like that. And I'm good, thank you very much." Kurt narrowed his eyes when Pablo and his men started laughing.

"That gay kid is funny, can we keep him?", one of the men chuckled.

Pablo, however, turned to Kurt with his arms crossed. "You are our guest, kid, so it's only fair if we feed you as well."

"I'm not your guest, I'm your freaking hostage."

"That's a matter of opinion. Whatever, Gaston is going to head to Taco Bell, so tell us what you want, or else…" He retrieved his own gun and held it to the boy's temple. "…you are not going to say anything in a while. I don't care about the ransom anymore if I'm pissed, and you don't want to see me pissed, right, hijo?"

So Kurt sighed resignedly. "A salad would be nice. After all, I need to watch my weight."

"Order the kid a two Taco supreme meal", Pablo barked to Gaston. "He needs some flesh on his bones. Salad is for sissies." He shook his head. "Whites are so pussified nowadays, it's fucking unbelievable. How the hell could those pussies even colonize our earth?"

Welp, this was going to be a looong night.

Blaine looked at the shack in the deserted forest, shouldering the backpack with his gadgets for the rescue mission. It was the right one, so he was just going to sneak in and free Kurt. The girls initially wanted to come with him, but he had refused to let them accompany him.

"You can't take on drug dealers all by yourself!", Mercedes had protested. "You need help!"

"Yes, she's right", Rachel agreed. "If Kurt gets killed, who will pay me the money he owes me?"

"I feel flattered that you care about us, but I need to do that alone", Blaine had said, determined. "If I don't come back in one hour, call the cops immediately, okay?"

So there he was, all by himself, standing in front of the old shack where they had met the drugdealers for the first time. He didn't want to drag anyone else into that mess, after all, it was him who had thought of that lie, and now, he needed to face the music.

He snuck to the window and looked inside it. Yes, Kurt was indeed sitting inside with a dozen men that sat at the same table, but his hands and ankles were tied. Dammit, what was he going to do now?

When he looked around and spotted something, he got an idea.

While the men were devouring their food in record time, Kurt hadn't even touched his food. Not that he could because his hands were tied to the chair. Even if they weren't, he would never even think about eating food of his kidnappers.

"Aren't you hungry, hijo?", Pablo asked after he had bitten into his own Taco. "That's impolite, not eating the host's food."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Sorry, I'm vegan. I cannot eat that." That was a lie, but they didn't have to know.

"Vegan, huh?" The Mexican men scratched their heads and looked in the round before they broke into laughter. "Another white-people-thing I suppose, right? Whites are sissies, I knew it all along."

Pablo continued laughing until he checked his watch and his face expression darkened. "Well, time's up, and your friend still didn't show with the money. Looks like we need to get serious." He put down his taco, retrieved his gun and held it to Kurt's head. "Any last words before you bite the dust, hijo?"

Kurt just shrugged. "I don't think so. Just do what you got to do."

The drug lord scratched his head and exchanged glances with his men. "What the fuck is wrong with that boy? I'm not experienced in killing hostages, but shouldn't he…like…beg for his goddamn life or something? Like: 'No, Pablo, please don't kill me! I'm way too young to die, I have my entire life ahead of me!'"

"I'm not that pathetic", Kurt answered nonchalantly. "I'm way too good to beg for anything.

Did I beg the jocks from school to not toss me into the dumpster?

No.

Did I beg them not to slushie me and get my blazer wet?

No.

I will never, ever, beg in front of someone, especially not in front of you. No offence."

Pablo gasped for air. "But I am offended! I mean, that's your life we are talking about!"

"Yeah, whatever. My life was not that great anyway. Just proceed with what you were doing."

The Latino facepalmed before he held the gun to his head again. "As you wish, hijo."

Suddenly, the lights went out and it was pitch black in the shack. The men cursed loudly, and then, someone touched Kurt's hands, and he felt how someone cut open the ropes that tied his hands and ankles.

When he was about to say anything, someone whispered into his ear: "It's me, Blaine."

"About time", Kurt answered and got up. He couldn't see anything, and according to the men cursing, they couldn't, too. But he felt how Blaine took his hand.

"Follow me. I will get us out. I have night vision goggles I snatched from Cooper's room", Blaine whispered.

"Don't even think about getting us killed", Kurt whispered back when he followed him. They climbed out of the window, which was probably the way Blaine came in.

Behind them, the men were still cursing.

"Where is the torch of your phone?"

"My phone's dead."

"You are such an idiot, Gaston. Why didn't you charge it?"

"Look who's talking! You didn't even have your phone, so shut the fuck up!"

"Where do you think you are going?"

Shoot, the voice was close to them. "We are going to leave now, so would you please let us go?", Kurt said to the direction the voice came from. Outside, the moon was illuminating the night, so that they could see a little more.

"No."

"Well, too bad for you." With that, Blaine sprayed the content of a fire extinguisher to his direction, and the man screamed irritatedly.

"Where did you get that from?", Kurt asked him while they ran.

"It was in the shack. A fire extinguisher can do more than fight flames", Blaine answered, not without pride. When they were out of breath, they halted behind a tree to take a break.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. You know, for …saving me."

Blaine would almost have tipped over. Kurt thanked him? Voluntarily? In which parallel universe did he land?

"Forget it. That's what friends are for."

Suddenly sheepish, Kurt looked down. "We…are still friends? After I treated you like trash?"

At that, Blaine needed to laugh. "Of course, we are! After everything we went through, you are still posing me that question?"

Kurt still didn't look up. "It's just…I always scare away people with the way I act. In the past, I have been deceived more often than I can count, and that's why…I struggle with letting people into my life."

That's when Blaine understood. Kurt's icy behavior towards him and the rest of the world. His arrogance. His mean words. It was just a façade. Actually, he was just a vulnerable boy that was afraid of getting hurt. That was just his way to protect himself.

"I would never even think about hurting you", Blaine said softly. "You helped me even though you weren't thrilled about my plan. You were my first friend at McKinley. How could I ever hate you?"

Finally, Kurt looked up. "Because I would have deserved it. I'm good at pushing people away from me. I don't deserve better."

"Of course, you do deserve better!", Blaine answered him back. "You are a good person. You are helpful, and smart, and everything that defines someone who deserves the world."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I like you, okay?", Blaine called out, frustrated. "I don't know, why, but I do. I really do like you, and it breaks my heart that you obviously don't like yourself."

Kurt's eyes had widened. "You like me?"

"Yes, I do. For a while now", Blaine admitted. "It felt so wrong because I was with Sebastian, but I can't deny it any longer."

"Blaine, I…"

That's when Blaine felt the barrel of a gun on his back. "Look, we have another guest", Pablo said, amused, while one of his men led the boys back to the shack. "If I had known, we would have gotten more tacos."

Blaine gulped. So that was it? They were going to get killed now? In the meantime, the men lit a lantern that was standing on the table and illuminated the shack almost entirely.

Kurt nodded at him with a blank face expression. "Well, at least you tried, Bledward."

Yup, they were back to the square one. Not that it mattered, they would die now anyway.

Pablo looked at the two boys expectantly. "Who among you wants to die first?", he asked with a devious smirk.

"Leave him out of this", Blaine said, stepping forwards. "After all, it was me who kicked you back then, right? Besides, I came here to make everyone at my school believe I'm something I'm not, so that's all my fault. I'm a liar and he has nothing to do with all this."

"Nonsense", Kurt answered him back. "I threw the firecrackers at those guys. And besides, it would have been my job to talk you out of this. I'm the one who should die now. So spare him and kill me."

Blaine stared at the other boy with an open mouth. What was he doing? Why was Kurt ready to sacrifice himself? Was he nuts?

"Don't listen to him!", he hissed to Pablo. "Just kill me already!"

"No, kill me!", Kurt insisted energetically.

"Enough!", Pablo roared, looking annoyed now. "We are going to kill the both of you at the same time, so don't worry about that."

When the men of Pablo held their guns at their direction, Blaine bit his tongue. It was going to be over soon. At least, he wouldn't suffer that long. He heard how they pulled their triggers.

And was surprised when rubber bullets made contact with his and Kurt's bodies.

"What the…?"

Suddenly, someone else started clapping when she entered the shack.

"That was awesome!", this someone praised them, and Blaine's jaw dropped to the ground. Santana Lopez was standing in front of them now with a smug grin on her face.

"What are you doing here?", Kurt asked her confusedly.

"I am the mastermind behind all this, Lady Lips", Santana explained to them and went over to Pablo.

Blaine's eyes widened. "Wait, Santana, he is dangerous!"

But much to their surprise, Santana pulled the scrawny man into a tight hug. "Cous Pablo! Qué pasa?"

The boys confusedly watched Santana chat with Pablo and his men as if they were old friends, until Kurt cleared his throat loudly. "Can someone please tell us what's going on here?"

So Santana turned to the boys with a smirk. "Those guys are my cousins. When Andrew McCartney hired them for his dumb act, I told Pablo to pull his leg as well. This way, I could not only scare the crap out of you two but scare him as well."

"What do you mean?", Kurt asked her. "As if he would care about me if I got kidnapped. After all, he hates me."

"That's…not that true", someone behind them spoke up, and they all turned around and spotted Sebastian standing at the door. "Right after I got Pablo's message, I pulled all strings to get the rest of the money." He held his bag in the air. "And one minute ago, Shaqueera tells me she put up a show just to teach us a lesson."

Blaine frowned. "Why would you want to teach us a lesson?"

"Because I knew you were lying, duh", Santana answered and rolled her eyes. "Lying sucks, and I didn't want you to get away with that."

Kurt turned to Sebastian with a questioning glance. "And why would you of all people want to help me?"

"You and I, we have been something like…friends as kids, right?" Sebastian looked down. "Actually, you were my best friend, Gayface."

"And you were mine, Meerkat", Kurt said almost inaudibly and rubbed his neck.

"Wait, you told us that you only had one play date as kids. Why did you even stop being friends?", Blaine wanted to know. That never made sense to him. "Why do you hate each other that much?"

"After that play date, we became best friends. Until the day he didn't show up to my twelfth birthday!", Sebastian answered sharply. "Even though he knew exactly how much it meant to me!"

"Yes, because you didn't invite me!", Kurt retorted, equally pissed. "You were my only friend and betrayed me!"

"That's not true! You were the first one I sent the invitation to!"

"But I never got it!"

For a while, the boys stared at each other, confused.

"You never got my invitation?"

"No!"

"So let me get that straight: you turned from best friends to archenemies because of a misunderstanding?", Blaine asked confusedly.

Sebastian scratched his head. "Seems like it…"

"Why don't you just continue where you have stopped five years ago?"

Kurt and Sebastian looked at each other warily – until Kurt stuck out his hand. "Friends?"

Sebastian just stared at his hand skeptically before he shook it. "Let's give this a shot, Gayface. But don't mess it up."

"So…what have you been up to in the past five years, Smythe?", Kurt asked him, smiling slightly. "I was so busy hating on you that I didn't stay up to date."

While the two of them tried to warm up with each other again, Santana turned to Blaine with a perfidious smirk. "Goes just as planned."

"What do you mean?"

"Them reconnecting. I found out they had history together and wanted to play matchmaker, in a non-romantical way. Cause it's more than obvious that Lady Lips has the hots for you, and vice versa."

Blaine looked at her, hopeful. "Do you think so?"

Santana, however, rolled her eyes. "Just wait and see, hobbit."

…

When Blaine entered the hallways of McKinley, without the vampire-disguise, the kids around him threw them weird glances.

"Hi, hobbit", Santana greeted him and joined him. Blaine threw her a confused glance.

"Hi, Santana. You still want to be seen with me after I lost my popularity?"

"Yeah, why not? After you and Lady Lips defeated Pablo and my cousins, you earned my respect. After all, they are tough nuts to crack and spent a couple of months in Lima heights, but you somehow outsmarted them."

"Uhm…thanks, I guess?"

"Sure."

They met Kurt and Sebastian at the lockers, who chatted amicably, and Blaine couldn't believe his eyes. Maybe, it was a mirage.

"Good morning, Bledward and Satan", Kurt greeted them - and turned to Sebastian again to tell him about how much he loved Dolce & Gabbana. Since they had left the shack the night before, the two boys had become inseparable. Blaine kind of felt jealous when he watched them interact.

"Oh, and hobbit?", Santana just said, and Blaine turned to her. "I told everyone at McKinley that they should leave you alone, or else, Pablo and my cousins are going to kick their asses."

That's why people had been looking at him weirdly earlier that day.

The bell rang, so Blaine took his biology books and locked his locker. "Will we see each other at lunch break?", he asked in the round, and the others nodded. He turned around and wanted to leave when Sebastian grabbed his elbow. "Can we talk, Blaine?"

"Sure."

Santana and Kurt left, with Kurt throwing him a weird glance.

When they were alone, Sebastian took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry about what I have done to you. Pulling your leg was a bad move, I know that now."

"It's okay, really. I shouldn't have lied in the first place", Blaine answered.

"And I also wanted to tell you that I didn't want to break up with you. I still like you, and I hope I can win you back. Can we please be a...couple again?"

Blaine sighed deeply. "Seb, you know that I like you as well, but…only as a friend. There is someone else I like more even though you are nice and all…"

"Save it." Sebastian smiled sadly. "I know exactly you mean Kurt. And that's okay. If someone deserves someone as great as you, then it's him." Sebastian Smythe was a good loser? Who would have thought? At that moment, Blaine's respect for the other boy rose significantly. "What are you waiting for, Anderson? Go get him, he cannot be far away."

So Blaine threw Sebastian one last glance before he turned around and started running. He was aware it was ridiculous; he just could have waited until classes were over, but he just couldn't help it. He met Kurt in the same hallway where he had told him that he knew about him faking back then. And just like back then, they were the only ones.

"Kurt", Blaine said, all out of breath, and Kurt turned around, looking surprised.

"Bledward, what do you wan-" He was unable to end his sentence because Blaine had already pulled him closer and kissed him with all he had.

When Blaine pulled away and looked at Kurt's widened eyes, he started panicking. What had he done?

"Kurt, I'm sor…"

"Do that again", Kurt breathed, so he did. They kissed until they were all out of breath and started making out like madly.

"You…uhm…are aware that we have classes for fifteen minutes now?", Blaine pointed out when they pulled away from each other to breathe.

"Don't care", Kurt shrugged. "Do you?"

"No", Blaine confessed. "So…where have we stopped?"

…

They met the others at the cafeteria – who weren't that surprised when they saw that Kurt and Blaine walked in with hands intertwined.

"About time!", Rachel said. "Who made the first step?"

"That's none of your business", Kurt spat and sat down next to Sebastian.

"Do you guys have plans for this weekend?", Sebastian asked in the round. "I have my own bowling center at home."

"You are such a snob, Smythe", Quinn said "We all know how rich you are, don't brag about it all the time."

"I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

Blaine couldn't help but grin. Actually, he would have expected that people would stop being friends with him if they ever found out about him faking, but that was not the case. Sam even asked him whether he was in the mood for going to the Comic Con with him next weekend! And – most importantly – Kurt seemed to like him back.

Speaking of which – Kurt tugged him on the elbow. "There is something I want to show you, in the hallways", he whispered.

"Uhm…okay?"

So he followed him to the hallways. "What did you want to-"

Kurt had already pulled him closer to kiss him again, and Blaine parted his lips and granted him access with pleasure. "That was just an excuse to have you all by myself", Kurt admitted hoarsely.

"I understand."

"And Blaine?", he said, suddenly looking nervous.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Blaine squeezed his hands, trying to control the butterflies in his stomach. "I love you too. For a while now."

"That's good to hear, Bledward", Kurt answered with a smile. "Because I want you to have dinner with my parents. They cannot wait to get to know you. Don't worry, I told them to behave so they won't be so hard on you."

At that, Blaine's eyes widened alarmedly. "Wait…what?"

-The End-

And that's it, guys! I hope you liked how I ended the story. Thanks so much for reading this, you are awesome =D

XO, your Princess