I don't own anything. Just the storyline.

Blaine's POV

Every time I look at Kurt I get a pain in my chest, it reminds me of just how much I love him. Like right now. I'm terrified of going through the wall, but seeing my fear he takes my hand gives it a reassuring squeeze and a small encouraging smile. And with those two small gestures my fear fades away. Once we are through the wall, and in the hospital Rachel breaks the silence 'What was that?'

'What was what?' I ask trying not to sound as nervous as I am.

'I-I thought I heard a noise.'

'Where?' Kurt asks without a hint of fear. But before Rachel has time to reply we all hear the noise that is slowly approaching us.

'We need to get out of here now!' Mercedes stage whispers.

'It's too late for that.' Kurt replies bluntly.

As soon as the zombies walk through the door everyone starts shooting at them. I jump on a desk and shoot at the leader of the pack, but he is undeterred and continues to walk towards me, I look over to Kurt, and convey with my eyes that I love him more than anything and then everything goes black…

Urgh! I spit what is left of the brain out of my mouth. I usually enjoy eating brains; they are juicy and make me feel more human as I can do the closet thing to dream. But every bite of this brain makes me feel so guilty. How can I just ignore the fact that I killed and ate Kurt's boyfriend who he loved? How can I act like nothings happened? Kurt will hate me when he finds out, with good reason too. I just hope he doesn't do something stupid and get himself killed.

I suppose I best check on him, I mean its been about 3 hours since he stormed off. I stand up and head upstairs but before I reach the top I here a lot of noise outside the bus. I quickly glance upstairs and see that Kurt is gone, and with speed I didn't even know I had I ran outside to see about 20 zombies crowding around something across the lot, so much for stopping him from doing something stupid. I rush over and see Kurt hiding behind a commercial bin, he is lucky that so many zombies are arguing over who would get him because otherwise he would have been dead by now, but I don't want to wait around to see who wins the fight. So I stand so he can see me and try to get across to him that he should act like a zombie. I'm certain that I look stupid frantically waddling around with my arms out in front of me whilst groaning, a few zombies even turn around to see what the noise is, but I ignore them and focus on Kurt. After a few very painful minutes Kurt gets the message and starts acting like a zombie, but he is acting too movie zombie so I indicate to him with my hands that he should act less.

When we reach the bus after a very long, slow walk I shut and barricaded the door behind us. Kurt sits on one of the seats and looks to the ground, and by his shuddering breaths and shaking of his shoulders I can see that he is breaking down…

Kurt's POV

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could I be so stupid? I should have trusted Blaine when he told me that it wasn't safe. But my stubbornness took over and I was almost killed. Its not the first time my stubbornness has taken over and got me in trouble, and thanks to Blaine saving my life, it probably wont be the last time either. I hear Blaine move to sit on a seat across the aisle from me, he doesn't say anything of course, but I can tell he's conflicted about what to do. 'I-I'm sorry' I say through sobs.

'S'ok' he says quietly in a tone that I suppose is supposed to soothe me but his inability to speak properly prevents it from having that effect.

'Thank-you for saving my life. Again.' I say as I look up at him rubbing at my eyes to get rid of the tears. 'You probably think I was stupid, and I was. And now you probably think I'm being pathetic, crying over nothing.'

'No' he says simply.

'I promise not to try and leave again until you tell me its safe.' He nods curtly. 'So… what shall we do until we can leave here?'

Blaine's POV

The next day

Yesterday was weird. I almost felt spent the day doing things that I suppose best friends would do. There was no talk of zombies, or the apocalypse or leaving here, just, listened to music and danced around after much persuasion from Kurt, I found out Kurt is an amazing singer as he sang along to the music, Kurt told me all that was happening in the world of fashion after he got it out of me that I may have liked fashion when I was alive,Kurt toldme more stories of his life, I watched him eat, and then I ended the day by watching Kurt sleep. Now I know that must sound creepy and I sure did feel creepy, but there is nothing more beautiful than Kurt when he sleeps. His walls come down and he looks so innocent, and I don't mean that in a creepy stalker way, but in a way that I felt something. I was sure it was a heartbeat but everyone and their grandmother knows that zombies hearts don't beat, because that sort of defeats the idea of a zombie. We're not alive, but I certainly felt something, I don't know what it was but all I know is it felt right.

'B?' Kurt says. I hum in response from where I am sitting across from him on the floor. 'What do you miss most about being alive?' I think for a few seconds then shrug. 'Do you miss your family?' Again, I shrug not in the mood to try and explain my family life. 'Do you miss your friends?' I go to shrug again but Kurt stops me. 'I told you its rude to shrug B, please tell me something more about your previous life. I feel like you know everything about me but I don't feel like I know you at all.' I think carefully before standing up and going to the front of the bus to retrieve the bag I had on me when I was attacked. As we were going to a party there wasn't a lot in there, just some alcohol, my phone, my wallet, a comb, hair gel, deodorant and a few other things. I walk back to Kurt and hand him the bag. He slowly and carefully looks through it. Finally he speaks.

'I don't really know what you are trying to show me B. I mean, you have some money and a few small pictures of I assume you and your friends, none of your family in your wallet. Your phone is dead and the other stuff is just everyday things.'

'N-nor-ormal'

'Normal?' I nod. 'What do you mean, normal?'

I point to myself and say, 'no-ormal. L-life.'

'You had a normal life?' I nod. 'Okay, I still don't understand though. Are you saying you were a normal teenager, with a normal life, before this happened.' I nod. 'Okay, well thanks for trying to explain your life to me.' He stands up and walks upstairs taking the bag with him, probably to look through some more but I don't question it. I wonder if we will ever be able to have a normal conversation, but I stop myself before I allow myself to wish for a normal life-that I know I will never have-too much.