I don't own anything. Just the storyline.

Kurt's POV

When I awake it takes me a few minutes to work out why I am not in my big, warm, comfy bed. B. The zombie that saved my life. I was so sure it was some vivid dream, but now I think about it my imagination is not that good. I'm still trying to process the fact that a zombie saved my life. I'm pretty sure that never happens. So the question is, why did it happen? Why did he decide to save me? Why not someone else? Why did he save anyone at all? Or maybe he lied and he took me to save for later. From speaking to, well at, him I can see that he hates what he is. I wonder what his story is. But more importantly I just want to know when I can go home, to my friends, my dad, my bed.

Well laying here isn't going to achieve anything. I head down stairs, and am thankful for the fact that B is a zombie because from what I saw in the mirror on the way down, I could be mistaken for a zombie. I run my hands through my hair to try and tame it. B is sat in the same seat he was last night with his eyes closed, so I take the same seat I took last night as quietly as possible. Even though he can't sleep I found it rude to interrupt his peacefulness. But as soon as I sit down he snaps his eyes open and looks at me.

'Good morning' I whisper, trying to keep the peace. He just nods in greeting. 'So…what's the plan? I mean I can't just stay here forever. For one it's not safe and also my dad has enough on his plate without me going missing. You understand that right?' A nod. 'Okay, so when can I go home?' A shrug. 'What's the matter?' A shake. 'Well obviously there is something wrong because you're not being very co-operative.' He just looks away. 'Please talk to me B.' A shake. 'Have I done something wrong?' A shake. 'Has something happened?' A nod. 'What happened?'

'So-so-rr-rr-yy' he stutters out, looking down at his shoes.

'Sorry? What are you sorry about? Bringing me here?' A nod. 'Hey, look at me.' He turns his gaze back to me. 'Don't worry about it, okay? Yeah you probably shouldn't have brought me here, but you did technically save my life, and for that I am grateful. Now stop moping, and find me something to eat, and something to drink.' He nods and hurries over to the front of the bus. After a minute he shuffles back with a can of spaghetti hoops and a bottle of water. He hands them over with a face that says 'sorry, it's all I have.'

'Thank-you' I say as a start to eat. He heads over to the record player and puts a record on. 'This is soothing. You have a good taste in music.'

'Tanks.' He says sheepishly.

'So… did you go to school in Lima?' A shake. 'In Ohio, though right?' He nods. 'Mmmm… What was it called?'

'D-d-d-a-a-l-l-' He starts to stutter.

'Oh, Dalton?' He nods. 'Yeah, I've heard of it, my Glee club competed against the Warblers.' His face lights up, and points at himself excitedly. 'You were in the Warblers?' He nods proudly. 'Awesome! Wait! You cant be!' he looks at me questionably. 'You were the lead soloist weren't you?.'

'Mmm.' He hums indicating yes.

'You were so good! I might even say better than Katy Perry herself. But keep that between us.' I say with a smirk.

'Kay' He promises with a wide smile.

'So how am I getting back?'

Blaine's POV

There's that question again. The question that I can't answer. How do I tell him that getting him back home is going to be a huge risk that may not even be worth taking as the likelihood is that he will get eaten before he even leaves the parking lot? How do I tell him that I was the one who killed his boyfriend, who he loved? How do I tell him that I don't want him to leave? How do I tell him that I feel alive around him, even though that is impossible? How do I tell him that when I look at him I feel something in my chest? How do I tell him everything I want to when I can't talk?

So as all of that is impossible to say, I settle for a shrug.

'Please tell me you at least have some idea of how I'm going to get out of here.' He says annoyed. Tell him, oh if only it was that easy.

'R-Ri-isk-eee'

'I know it's risky B, I just need to get home, I can't stay here forever.' I wish you could, I think to myself. I can't be falling for the living, he's right, he cant stay here forever.

'S-st-tay' I say and indicate with my hands that he should stay where he is. I stand up and head out of the bus door before he has a chance to say anything; maybe I can find a route out. But as it's a day where no one comes through the wall, all the zombies are hanging around outside the shopping center. This makes it so much riskier than getting him to the bus. As I turn the corner I see exactly what I thought I would, a lot of zombies, shit. I walk over and look through the doors of the shopping center to see that it is full of zombies, shit. And the next day that the people come through the wall in our area is 3 days from now, shit.

Deciding that there is no point hanging around waiting to see if the zombies all of a sudden disappear I go back to the bus.

Kurt's POV

So, he tells me to stay here then disappears. Maybe I annoyed him and he's changed his mind about not killing me, and has gone to get someone else to eat me with. No that's stupid; he's just gone to do something. He'll be back soon and explain where he went so abruptly, without an explanation.

After what feels like forever but is probably no more than 15 minutes, I hear a shuffling heading for the entrance to the bus. Before I have a chance to go into full panic mode, B walks through the door and takes his previous seat.

'Where did you go?' I ask.

'To ook'

'Look at what?'

He holds up three fingers and says "ays'

'3 days?' he nods. '3 days till what?'

'Ss-aaf-fe'

'I can't leave for three days?' I almost shout. He flinches but I barely notice. He wants me to stay here for three more days, three. 'How do you expect me to stay here for three days, huh? What you expect me to live on? Tinned spaghetti and water? Where am I supposed to shower exactly? And that makeshift bed may be comfortable for you but I'm not dead so it's not very comfortable for me!' With that I storm upstairs before he has a chance to reply.

Blaine's POV

Well, that could have gone better. I'm still not even sure why I brought him here in the first place. It was impulsive, incredibly stupid, and most importantly completely selfish. Well no matter how much he storms around and shouts, we cant leave for 3 days, I just hope he calms down before then, and before he does something stupid…