"Go! Go! Go!" calls were called out.

Some Warblers were done packing up their vehicles and went to leave. With a quick skid, they were on the Silver Bridge crossing into Ohio, on their way home. Other Warblers were still out hunting and heard sirens. Fortunately, they were from an ambulance going the other direction.

Kurt looked around and saw Trent pulling a filled sack towards the vehicles and having a difficult time. He started turning to help Trent, but Blaine called after him in hushed tones, "Kurt, get back here! We're not finished yet!"

"I'm just going to help him, then come back!"

"No," Blaine reached out for Kurt at his arm, "He's a big boy. He can do it himself. Now come here!" he quickly yanked Kurt towards him, which made them both fall to the ground.

"I'm just helping, Blaine!" Kurt accidentally yelled.

"Shush!" Blaine clambered on top of Kurt and held his mouth shut, "Do you want people to hear us?"

A rush of thunder rang throughout the sky and seconds later some lightening lit up the clouds. Soon it would strike the ground. As the light flashed throughout the sky, Kurt swore he could have saw skulls in Blaines eyes.

"Now let's go," Blaine got up quickly and started walking up a hill towards more neighborhoods.

"Blaine," Kurt got up and started brushing off the dirt on his outfit, "I think we have enough. Every car has been filled and everyone is waiting on us."

"Well, it was said that they should leave when they're done," Blaine huffed up the hill, almost hitting the top, "It's their fault if they actually stay behind. Now we only have to fill the bed of the truck with a couple more bodies."

"I think we need to go," Kurt yelped as more thunder struck. A flash of lightning happened again and made an even louder sound of thunder the second time around, "It's getting darker, and-"

"Then go!" Blaine turned as he reached the top, "Go with the others before they leave and leave me here! I can finish this on my own!"

Kurt hesitated to take a step further and was genuinely afraid of Blaine and what he may do next. He so desperately wanted to leave and be in the comfort of his own warm home, but he also wanted to help Blaine at the same time.

Blaine took a deep breath and relaxed his stance, "You want to go home?"

Kurt nodded and looked back towards the vehicles. The pink Chevorlet Bel-Air with the attatched Airstream just left and was now getting onto the Silver Bridge. Kurt wanted so deperately to be in a car on the way back to Ohio. He was surprised and quickly turned his head when he heard the words, "Fine. Let's go."

"Really?" Kurt said softly as Blaine passed him.

"Yes, we'll go. I'm tired anyways," Blaine began walking past Kurt back to the last vehicle.

Kurt's eyes followed Blaine as he kept walking calmly to the Red Truck. He soon began to follow and felt rain drops fall as it began to rain softly. As the two boys walked, their hands brushed and fingers reached out for holding.

"Are you disappointed?" Kurt asked as they waited for a car to pass by before crossing the street.

"For not getting anything myself?" Blaine asked before answering himself, "No. I'm surprisingly fine. It's kind of relaxing not doing any of that for a change."

They came across the Red Truck and got inside before it started pouring hard. However they were still wet enough to feel uncomfortable in the chilly air. Another crack of lightening in the sky came across and shattered their ears it felt like.

Blaine turned on the engine and began driving off towards to the Silver Bridge and back into Ohio.

When Blaine and Kurt finally arrived to the old barn where the bodies were going to be held, it was pouring. Nonetheless, the Warblers were furiously pulling bags of skin and bones into an old barn. The victims were going to be held there until they could slowly be hidden within the school without being caught.

One Warbler gave the idea to cut up the victims and put them into containers within the fridges in the school kitchen... or maybe within their own kitchens, and Blaine didn't push away their idea either.

The barn was old, and abandoned. Filled with cobwebs, dust, and hay. The Warblers stayed inside while the rain kept pouring. Closing the giant doors kept the barn warm inside. Some Warblers had lighters that they would use to light up the area and to warm hands at least.

As some Masters looked out into the night sky, they tried to see if the rain stopped in further regions so they could finally go home soon.

After a few days, the Warblers finished the idea of slicing up the bodies and packing them up in containers. So many plastic tubs of meat filled the fridges, all hidden in the back so they would be the last reached. They were also labeled "Warblers" for extra protection.

Blaine observed the Warblers in the Common Room as they chatted among themselves, danced to some music, and enjoyed each other's presences. Blaine felt serene for a change. He didn't have to worry about killing schedules, who went each night, and when to eat. He finally didn't have to wake up late at night to just simply eat... at least for a while anyway.

Now, the Warblers can be regular boys for a while, and that's all Blaine really wanted. He saw how tired they were every hunting night. How much they had to work just to turn in schoolwork on their due dates. And finally they could could do that.

He sighed and decided to join them in conversation with a small smile on their face. He had his Warblers still. He still had Kurt, who was currently nonchalantly chatting with Nick and Jeff. Wes nudged Blaine, "You alright, man?"

Blaine nodded and smiled a toothy smile.

"Glad to have you back," Wes continued, "I've missed this Blaine."

"It's good to be back," Blaine sighed and relaxed his body in his chair. It's been so long since he's slumped, since he's laughed, and just 'hung out' with the guys. This was such a nice feeling. He finally felt normal.