Keep in mind, the updates might be a little more far apart after a couple more updates, but don't think I'm abandoning the story!

~*~xo~*~

"Blaine."

A grunt, followed by the sound of someone rolling over.

"Blaine, honey, wake up."

He feels a small hand gently pushing on his shoulder. The soft sound of a whine escapes his lips. "Dun' wanna…"

Kurt rolls his eyes fondly at his husband. He leans down over him, lightly brushing a strand of hair off of his forehead. "I know you don't, but we have to get up. It's got to be mid-day by now. I've laid here with you all day, but I think it's time to get up now," Kurt speaks quietly into Blaine's ear. "Come on, sweetie. You'll get to sleep again tonight."

The entire time Kurt was speaking, Blaine listened intently. Not so much to what he was saying, but to the sound of his voice. He missed it so much, and it was still surreal to him. He smiles to himself, reaching his hand out slowly to grab Kurt's. "Help me up."

Kurt lets out a short laugh before standing himself up and offering Blaine his hand. Blaine takes it, pulling himself off of the floor. "You know," he says in a low voice, smiling up at Kurt, "Last night was amazing."

"I actually don't think it's ever been that great," Kurt replies, smirking slightly. "It was just so…"

"Passionate," Blaine finishes for him.

"Yes. You know, that was also the best sleep I've gotten in months. Perhaps the only sleep I've gotten. I didn't wake up once all night."

Blaine smiles, leaning in to peck the tip of Kurt's nose. "I'm glad. No more hard nights for you."

Moments later, Blaine and Kurt are walking out of their tent, clasping each other's hand.

"Hey! Guys!" Puck calls from their left side, causing them both to turn to him. "Next time you decide to fuck while we're all trying to sleep, keep it down!" There's a teasing side to his voice, showing that he's not really mad. Both of the men quickly turn their heads away, a pink blush showing up on both their cheeks.

"Ignore him," Kurt mutters, "He's a little…crude."

Blaine bites his lip, nodding a bit. "Yeah, I caught that."

They walk down towards the picnic table, eyeing the cooked fish lying across the surface. Blaine hasn't eaten or drunken anything in over a day, and he had barely eaten anything even then. He quickly sits down at the table, grabbing a piece of the fish and biting into it.

"Mmm… This is actually good," He mutters in between mouthfuls of fish.

"Thank Tina and Brittany for these. They go out every day and fish for us. It's rather sweet, and they're very good at it. Finn is uh, the one to cook them up. Everyone does their part around here, I guess."

Blaine doesn't fail to notice the way Kurt seemed to falter when saying Finn's name, but he doesn't mention it. He figured he could talk about this Finn guy later. Not too soon, though. "Well, these are great."

"That they are," Kurt says, grabbing a piece of his own.

~*~xo~*~

For the majority of the day, Kurt and Blaine mostly walked around the camp talking to people. Kurt spoke to the people who had just got back the day before, and Blaine chatted it up with the ones he had never met. Besides the people he already knew, there were Tina, Brittany, Marley, Artie, and Finn. He had also talked to Rachel, who he had known since long before. She was Kurt's best friend, after-all. She seemed to be almost as happy as Kurt that Blaine was back in the camp, safe. The only person he hadn't talked to yet was Finn, and that was mostly because he got the vibe that Finn wasn't too fond of him. Every time he looked in Finn's direction, he would receive a nasty glare from the other man. It was a little confusing, considering they had never met.

By night, everyone was ready to sit around the campfire again, just as they had before. Everyone was present, except for Finn and Kurt, who went down to the lake to fill the camp's containers with water. No one seems to mind their absence, besides Blaine, of course.

Where are they? He thinks to himself, worriedly. They should be back by now, something has to be wrong. I shouldn't have let Kurt out of my sight; I shouldn't have trusted Finn to go with him.

Rachel, who notices Blaine's distraught state, moves over to sit by him. "Worried about Kurt?" She asks.

He nods, looking down at his hands. "Yeah. Don't you think they should have been back by now?" He looks up at her, the concern obvious in his eyes.

"Of course not. Kurt's been down to the lake by himself before plenty of times, and he's managed just fine. If Finn's with him, that only makes him safer. Trust me, Finn will keep him safe," She finishes, giving Blaine a reassuring smile. "Oh, and also. This place we're in is actually very safe. We haven't seen a walker in weeks. And when we did, there was only one. They don't seem to come up the mountain this far. There's nothing to be worried about."

Nodding his head, Blaine manages a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Rachel. For everything, I mean. For what you just said, and also for keeping Kurt safe while I was gone. It means the world to me."

"Don't thank me," She says, smiling, "He's my best friend. Don't forget that."

"I know, and I won't. But still, thank you." He pauses for a moment, thinking a bit. "I do have a question. About Finn."

Rachel's smile brightens as she nods her head. She seemed to be very fond of this man. "Yes?"

"Alright, well… I'm getting the vibe that he doesn't like me. Like, he gives me these glares every time I look at him, and he's never spoken a word to me besides a complaint about Kurt and I's PDA. Is there a reason that he wouldn't like me? Maybe because I'm the new guy around camp? Afraid that I'll steal away his thunder?" Blaine finishes the last sentence with an amused tone. He knew that was a little ridiculous. He decides to go with a more serious and likely reason. "… Is he homophobic?"

Rachel quickly shakes her head. "He's absolutely not homophobic, I can tell you that. Although I'll admit that I have noticed that he's been a bit tenser since you showed up, I can't think of a reason for him to dislike you. He's a very nice guy. He and Kurt have been getting along so well for the past couple of months, actually. They've been great friends; Finn seems to be very fond of him."

Blaine narrows his eyes at Rachel's last admission. "What do you mean fond?"

With her eyes widening in realization, Rachel quickly continues, "Oh, I mean in a friendly way. Kurt would never even think of Finn in a more than platonic way, but I don't think I need to tell you that. And besides, Finn's straight, as far as I can tell. But, like I said, they were great friends. And I use the word 'were' in its past tense for a reason."

"They're not friends anymore?"

"Not since about two weeks ago. My guess is that they had a fight, but Kurt won't give me any details. I've asked him, but he makes sure to keep his lips sealed. I did think it was odd, but I never thought about it too much."

Blaine tenses up at Rachel's words, carefully asking, "You don't think that Finn… Hit him, or anything?"

"Oh, God no! Finn wouldn't hit Kurt, it was nothing like that. Kurt would have definitely said something if he was hurt in a physical way."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Blaine nods his head. "Alright. I guess I can just talk to Kurt about it. I'm sure he'd tell me something if it was bothering hi—"

"Blaine!" Kurt's voice interrupts Blaine's sentence. He quickly turns his head in relief as he spots his husband walking towards him.

"You're back!" He says happily, grabbing Kurt's hand and sitting him down next to him in the spot that Rachel just scooted herself away from. "I was getting worried there for a second."

Kurt smiles a forced, almost uncomfortable looking smile. "Yeah, I, uh… I'm fine. He's, uh… Finn has the water."

"Are you okay?" Blaine immediately asks. He knew how to tell when Kurt was upset, and Kurt looked beyond upset. "Where's Finn?"

"He's on his way, I'm sure," Kurt quickly says. "It takes longer to walk up here when you're carrying jugs of water."

"Didn't you help him?"

"No."

"… Why not?"

"Because he's perfectly capable of doing it by himself," Kurt snaps. "I don't have to help if I don't want to."

Frowning, Blaine winces slightly at Kurt's tone. "Honey, can you not snap at me? I'm only trying to see what's wrong, I'm trying to help," he says softly, rubbing Kurt's back soothingly. Kurt seems to relax at this.

"I'm sorry Blaine, I'm tired. That's all," he sighs, "I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's alright," Blaine answers, not feeling convinced with Kurt's excuse at all.

Finn chose that moment to come sauntering out of the forest, hauling two large jugs filled with water. He drops them on the floor carelessly, moving over to his seat by the campfire next to Puck.

"Damn, Finn. Took you long enough," Puck utters as he watches Finn drop the water to the floor. "And careful, we can't afford to break our water jugs."

Finn grumbles in response, not looking up in Puck's direction. Instead, he keeps his eyes trained on the fire, watching as the flames dance in the wind. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are narrowed. In a way, he just looked pissed and defeated.

Blaine eyes Finn, his own eyes narrowing as he tries to figure the man out. He can faintly make out his facial features with the light of the fire. He can almost see a couple faint red lines across his left cheek. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him; he had never seen those marks on his face before. Although he hadn't really gotten the chance to study Finn's face before, he's sure he would have noticed that.

As if on cue, Puck exclaims, "Dude! What happened to your face?"

Finn seems to jump slightly in surprise at Puck's loud voice. "What?"

"You have total scratches on your face, man! How did that happen? Don't tell me a walker got to you…"

"No! No, it wasn't a walker," Finn assures quickly, "I, uh, got whacked in the face by a tree branch. On the way over to the lake. I'm clumsy, you know?"

Puck nods his head, seeming to buy Finn's ridiculous excuse. "Ah, I got you. You gotta be more careful out in the woods, dude. Next time it might not be a tree to scratch you," he warns.

Nodding his head, Finn glances up in Kurt's direction before turning his attention back to Puck. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'll be more careful."

Across the fire, Brittany's voice is heard. "Don't step on their roots, Finn. Trees get really mad when you do that. Maybe that's why it slapped you? It's happened to me before."

Santana holds back a giggle at Brittany. Finn furrows his eyebrows in slight confusion. "Um, maybe that's why? I'm not sure; I'll ask the tree tomorrow. Because whatever I did upset the tree, I am very, very sorry." Finn finishes his sentence, looking up to Kurt. His words sound as if they have more meaning behind them than they would seem.

Kurt bites his lip when Finn looks at him. He quickly turns his head away in discomfort before nuzzling himself into Blaine's side. This breaks Blaine out of his intense gaze on Finn. He wraps his arm around Kurt, pulling him in closer before planting a soft kiss on the top of his head.

Blaine didn't miss the way Finn seemed to scowl in disgust at the sight of the two.

~*~xo~*~

The group spent over an hour talking amongst themselves just like the night before. After the hour and a half mark, Kurt felt pressure in his bladder. He slowly untangles himself from Blaine, standing up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Blaine quickly asks.

"I'll be right back, don't worry."

Blaine shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "No, tell me where you're going."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt crosses his arms. "I have to pee. Jeez, and I try to be discreet around here."

Nodding his head, Blaine smiles a bit. "Alright, sweetie. Be quick, and don't go too far."

"Okay, father," Kurt answers fondly, giving Blaine a soft kiss on his forehead before walking off towards the trees.

Blaine sighs happily at the kiss, watching Kurt walk away before turning himself back towards the fire. He missed being cutesy with Kurt. He absolutely loved the moments that they shared with each other. Every kiss, every word, and every touch. Every moment that he and Kurt weren't together, he would feel anxious. Like right now. He knew Kurt was only a short ways away, but he still worried. Although Rachel assured him that there weren't any zombies in the area, he always had the suspicion in the back of his mind…

Blaine's thoughts are cut short when a blood curdling scream fills the air. It causes every member of the group around the campfire jump up in fright. All eyes widen in horror as they realize who the scream belonged to. Blaine doesn't spare a single moment before he jumps from his seat, sprinting towards the forest.

"KURT!"

~*~xo~*~

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