A/N: Okay so Kurt's POV today guys.

I had been on my feet for hours; they seemed to have eroded with the changing landscape, blisters forming so large that I was now left wondering whether I was imagining the sensation of my feet being raised, only the blisters themselves touching the hard packed mud. Leaving last night I had no time to think of anything past my immediate alarm, no time for silly little shoes with their extravagant time-devouring laces. Silly little shoes that I no longer took for granted. I had finally come within a 10mile proximity of Lima's airport, at least that's what the sign nestled into the overgrown undergrowth beside the road said, evidently I was now 8 miles from camp. Two days without a steady traffic of human population and the road already seemed barren the only sign of anyone with less than four legs had been a corpse filled pick-up truck which wasn't offering me comfort anytime soon. The horizon held the pleasure of but more bare stretches of weathered road, vacant houses lining said road that seemed to have been scattered just sparsely enough for any occupants to not bother calling the next their neighbour. Not only was the skin on my feet wearing thin, but also my sanity. The world around me had a sense of abandonment; on the chance that I did happen to come across a house with a short driveway its door was likely to be pointlessly open, lawn mower cast aside yet still plugged in, washing hanging still awaiting attendance that was likely to never come.

I was starting to feel sympathy for abandoned washing when I caught sight of a dark shape bobbing out of the corn that hedged the road. Instantly I was alert, pondering whether to fight or flee. The sai swords in my pocket said fight, my catatonic boredom said fight and so I launched myself at the corn field. Only when I was upon him, my arms hovering over him like a praying mantis mid strike did his pleading reach my ears, zombies didn't plead. I stilled my muscles and gave myself a moment to focus; a boy with a mass of curly waves was curled defensively before me, his body violently shaking and as though in response to seeing such a vulnerable creature I felt my knees give, within the next moment I was kneeling beside him.

"Hey" My voice sounded abnormally rough; I hadn't spoken or drank in quite a while. Swallowing I continued.

"I'm not one of them, I won't hurt you. I promise"

His head lifted slowly out of his cradling arms, vast honey eyes brimming with tears met my gaze. He looked like a doe so sweet and so very frightened, his shaking didn't cease but I watched as his features smoothed his muscles relaxing at my non-threatening presence. Gingerly I put my hand on his shoulder, his eyes followed my movement but he didn't protest. The shine in his hair caught my eye in the suns persistent glare, it was gelled back in a very traditional manner, it suited him, he looked suave even with his dark curls escaping the gels clutches around the edges and the blemishes on his blazer that told me he belonged to an exclusive institute. I let myself drink in his appearance, his plump parted lips, his bronzed skin and structured face. He was utterly beautiful.

"You're not one of them" It was a statement but such a quiet one that it seemed like it was more for his own ears.

"No, I'm not." Sitting myself down on the flattened corn I took my hand back and did my best to project friendliness.

"I'm hurt" The pain was evident in his voice and as I scanned him over I found the source.

His ankle that was peeking from between his suit-trousers and boater shoes was swollen and appallingly bruised.

"How did this happen? Were you bitten?"

"No! No, I wasn't bitten. I was running away from a- one of those things, I had climbed onto a roof of that house." He pointed towards a house that was just distinguishable in the distance. "I thought maybe they wouldn't be able to climb, but they can you know. And he-it did, he was so close, so fast and there was no way down so I jumped off the two story building and ran into the corn, I've been hiding here for a few hours."

"Well, I'm here now, I'll help you."

In response I noticed small smile playing at his lips.

"So what's the damage?"

He began rolling up his trousers leg gradually with a look of agony etched into his features, from his toes to his knee he was enflamed, black, indigo and yellow bruises patching his leg. It had to have been broken or fractured; my guess was brakes and a lot of them.

"Can you walk on it?"

"No. Not at all, in fact at the attempt I mimic a particularly boisterous car alarm."

"Stay here"

"Like I could do anything other"

Ignoring his sarcasm that actually just sounded wistful I made my way across the road to the tree lined edge, luckily the majority were saplings. Ten minutes, one splinter, three potential blisters and two trees later I had a decent length of wood for him to use as a crutch.

Walking back I began stripping off my Dolce and Gabbana shirt, I had an eye for beautiful things, what could I say? I couldn't help but notice his eyes raking my bare torso as I reached him; I made an attempt to hide my responding smile. Kneeling down I tenderly lifted his leg up, my intuition told me that his ankle was in the worst shape so I ripped my beloved shirt in half and tied it around his ankle as tightly as I could bear. Then handing him the crutch I put my arm around his back helping him up.

"Is that all right? Just keep your leg off the ground okay?"

"Yeah, this is doable. Thank you, but can you keep hold of me because I really need the support?"

In return I simply smiled and clutched his back tighter. We began walking -hobbling in his case- towards the camp.

"So… where are we going?"

"Me and my- well my friends have a camp on the outskirts of town, its temporary but it's got supplies."

I noticed his uniform again.

"What're you doing all the way out here?"

"I come from Westerville. I ran when the attacks started, I ran and I didn't look back. It was stupid but I was panicking, I kept on my feet but the- that thing still found me"

"We call them the fallen."

"Oh, right. What're you doing out here, so far from camp?"

I stalled for a moment,

"Just walking"

I watched as he looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Right."

"Right. So I think we can manage to scrap up some ice for your leg which should help. And really you just need to lie down a lot."

"Yep."

"You'll have to share a tent but it's really not so bad." I was rambling and he knew it.

"I'm Blaine." I smiled relieved at his mercifulness.

"I'm Kurt."

Blaine, Blaine was a nice name. Blaine.

The time passed excruciatingly slowly, Blaine's gasps of pain growing less sporadic with every step. By the time we'd reached the mile mark Blaine was on my back, he was surprisingly light. He was muscular where I was slender but I was tall where he was small, we balanced each other off nicely. I needed to get back to camp, it was imperative; I needed to get to Quinn. If we had to leave just myself, Q and Blaine then that's what would happen but I needed her to be safe and right now she was definitely not. When I felt Blaine's hand grasp my shoulder his breath rugged in my ear I knew I had to stop, I had vowed to always keep Quinn's safety a priority but Blaine's pain was too excruciating to disregard.

I lay him down in the long corn once more, this time settling beside him; we were submerged in the crop safely when I examined his condition. My heart dropped as my eyes landed on his sweat-slick face, his eyes were scarcely open and his breathing was shallow.

"Kurt?" His voice was barely audible.

"Yes Blaine?"

"It hurts—so bad." Desperation was thick in his voice.

"I know Blaine."

Looking at his immense honey eyes so full of pain was torture, laying myself down I wrapped my arm around his shivering body, he nestled into my side, laying his head on my chest.

"Kurt?"

"Yes Blaine?"

"Sing to me?"

Looking down at his sea of dark curls that my lips itched to kiss I decided to let him see me. See all of me, and so I sang.

"If you can't sleep

This lullaby, is meant to help you dream

I'll be there in your dreams

It's just you and me, everything's alright

So sleep, don't think about the world tonight

Dream of only beautiful things

And maybe once of me"

Opening my eyes to find that Blaine had rolled onto his stomach with his arms crossed on my chest a smile broke across my face. His eyes still looking heavy and his face still had a distinct hue of grey but awe was written plainly across his features. I didn't let the creeping guilt capture my thoughts; instead I chose to focus on Blaine's beautiful face.

"What are you?" It was a serious question.

"Here for you" I replied quickly and simply.

He settled his head down against my chest and extraordinarily quickly fell to sleep. His gentle breathing began to lull me into unconsciousness that I was trying desperately to fight off, his body was sweltering against me and his pain-induced sweat was slick against my bare chest. Lying with what was essentially a stranger sleeping against me I couldn't help but want to know his world, who had he been? None of the William McKinley members other than Quinn had wanted to leave without their loved ones, they'd point blank refused. Blaine had left running without a backwards glance; perhaps his life hadn't been as perfect as his blazer led one to believe.

After half an hour of twitching anxiously I knew we couldn't stay any longer, more for Quinn than our own protection. Gently rolling Blaine's sleeping form off of my chest I noticed dribble trailing from the edge of his mouth and couldn't help but smile to myself. I stood stretching out like a cat and knowing I'd feel the corn indents in the morning.

Crouching to take his weight with my knees I slipped my arms under Blaine's shoulders and knees, once I was sure I wouldn't drop him I stood with him cradled and sleeping in my arms. Not letting the strain control my thoughts I began to walk carrying him (somehow he wasn't waking up) I needed to get back to my promise, back to my heart. I could feel the physical tug in my belly as though myself and Quinn were attached by ropes and she was reeling me in. Thankfully we had crashed out only a mile from camp and it was a downhill journey.

Once we arrived with Blaine still sleeping in my arms I slipped into mine and Quinn's tent, laying Blaine in my own sleeping bag I crawled over to Quinn's sleeping form, I could see her chest rising and falling gently, seeing her face in the dimly lit tent made my heart swell, only once it had filled my throat did I turn my attention back to Blaine's needs. I managed to pull together an extra blanket, an ice pack and a towel.

After laying the blanket over him I gently lifted his leg into my arms, wrapped it with the towel and began to place ice over it to control the bruising, making sure to keep my fingers feather light.

"Ice for twenty minutes every hour" I murmured to myself trying to remember what I'd done last time I was sent dumpster surfing, by some of my camp-mates may I add?

After a couple of moments I turned to look at Blaine's sleeping face, instead I was greeted with a small smile. His head was tilted up and he was watching me silently.

"Hi sleepy head"

I kept my voice at a whisper.

"Hi" His voice was too raspy for my liking.

"Stay here…"

"Like I could leave."

I smiled at his repetition and left the tent, hurrying across the camp to the caravan whilst avoiding Pucks guard; though Puck seemed to have fallen asleep, wow now I felt so much better leaving the safety of my Quinn to these buffoons. Sneaking a granola bar or five, an apple and some left-over chicken I turned on the kettle. I hoped Blaine liked the extravagant feast because it was all I could muster. Once the hot chocolate was made I headed back, Blaine was already asleep again so I sat myself back down opening a granola bar and moving the ice again, after a moment I noticed his eyes flutter.

"There's hot chocolate beside you and all the food you could ever imagine."

"Thank you Kurt."

I watched with amusement as Blaine worked his way through the supplies I'd brought him between bites lolling back to sleep. I started to make bets with myself whenever he lifted a hand full of food to his mouth whether it'd make it before sleep took him again.

My feet felt like they were on fire and my whole body seemed to burn with over-exertion. Feeling as though a weight had been implanted into my head I lay down beside Blaine's legs still attending to the ice through half closed eyes.

Until finally sleep took me.

I awoke with Quinn practically latched onto my side and Blaine curled at the other. I desperately wanted to check Blaine over, to see if he looked more alive but I couldn't pull myself from Quinn's embrace both physically and mentally. Tilting my head down awkwardly I found her sweet face, however the sweet face in question was staring back at me.

"Kurt, what happened? Are Tina and Mercedes back? Who's that? Are you okay? Was anyone hurt?"

The onslaught of questions hit me the moment she realised I was awake. I was too shocked to keep up my façade.

"Tina and Mercedes! Where did they go?"

"What? You weren't with them?"

I felt my cheeks rush with blood but ignored her question.

"Where are they?"

"I think they're still in town…"

I kept my voice very controlled and calm as I continued

"They were in town."

"Yes."

"They may just still be in town."

"Yes."

Shit.

They were dead; I could feel it in my heart that was currently sitting in my stomach region. I hadn't protected them. Mercedes. Gone.

I clutched my arms as tightly as I dared around Quinn hoping my embrace wouldn't leave bruises. I would not let Quinn out of my sight again.

"Kurt, please, where were you?"

"On a walk."

"What kind of walk takes 25 hours?" Her eyes grew round and I found myself wanting to hide from their probing gaze.

"A long one."

A/N As always if anyone feels any confusion don't hesitate to PM me, I most likely have an explanation. I got a little inspiration for the lullaby from basically my whole playlist but safe and sound by Taylor Swift fits perfectly, if I hadn't of wanted an original song I would have used that one. Yes I know another small chapter but don't worry the actions picking up pretty soon thus longer chapters.