Blaine woke up tied to a chair. He breathed a sigh of relief to find he was still in his living room.

"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty." Blaine turned to see a tall and lean man staring down at him. His partner joined him, his hand on his gun.

"Who are you?" Blaine asked.

"We're hunters." The man replied.

"Then you should know my dad and uncle are also hunters." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, we know." The man pulled up another chair and sat down. "Name's Clyde, by the way. This is my partner Jerry. We don't know what the hell your daddy was thinking doing an angel."

"He didn't know angels even existed back then." Blaine said, his voice shaking. "Is this why you tied me up? Are you…are you hunting me?"

"Catch on quick, kid." Jerry nodded. "Just like all supernatural beings out there who pose a threat…they must die."

"But I'm not a threat to you!" Blaine insisted. "Look, you seem like really smart guys. Has there been any unnatural deaths or within the last eight months? Or attacks? If I was evil, trust me, I would not just be sitting here having a normal life!"

XXX

Kurt wasn't sure whether or not Blaine's family would be back, so he parked across the street from Blaine's house. He walked up to the door and heard arguing. He crept into the garden below the window, and peeked in. His eyes widened in horror as he saw his best (and sometimes only) friend tied to a chair. Two men were standing by him with guns in their jeans. Kurt gasped and crouched to a sitting position. 'Oh my God…' His phone rang, and he answered it in a hushed voice. "Finn!"

"Kurt? What's wrong?" Finn asked worriedly.

"I'm outside Blaine's house. He's being held hostage. What do I do? All I have is a phone!" Kurt whispered frantically.

Finn just stared blankly. He sighed. "Okay, just calm down. Here's what you do: there's a number you can call. Are you listening?"

"Yeah." Kurt nodded.

"Okay, the number is nine…one…one. Got that?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes at his phone. "Really, Finn?" He replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, really! They ask what your emergency is, and you tell them, and they send police to where you are!" Finn exclaimed, oblivious to Kurt's sarcasm.

"They're not going to believe me." Kurt shook his head.

"Dude, you don't know that." Finn said.

"Of course I do. Experience." Kurt shrugged.

Finn sighed and rubbed his forehead. He heard his mother walking around in the kitchen, and got an idea. "Okay…what's Blaine's address?"

"Why? What are you planning?" Kurt asked.

"Well, you're gonna need backup." Finn shrugged.

Kurt smiled, touched. "Thanks, Finn." He gave him the address and hung up. He looked in the window again, and nearly had a heart attack when one of the men pointed their gun at Blaine's head. Almost without thinking, Kurt climbed up the porch, and rang the doorbell. He quickly and quietly crawled through the garden under the window to the side of the house. He heard the front door open, and quickly ran around to the back door.

XX

Meanwhile, inside, Blaine heard the doorbell ring, and his heart quickened in panic. Kurt was supposed to hang out with him. Crap! Once the hunters were outside, Blaine ripped apart the rope that bound him, leapt up, shut the door, and locked it. The back door opened, and he ran into the kitchen, ready.

"Blaine?" Kurt said in relief.

"Kurt!" Blaine ran to him and hugged him. "Oh…I'm so glad you're here."

"Are you okay? Who were those guys?" Kurt asked, worriedly.

Just then, the hunters burst through the back door. Blaine pushed Kurt behind him. "Well, well, lookee here. The Nephilim has backup."

"Nephilim? What?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Don't play dumb, faggot." Clyde growled and pointed his gun at Blaine. They heard sirens, which made the hunters mad. "Son of a bitch. You called the cops!" He shot Blaine in the stomach.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried in alarm.

Blaine stumbled a little, then blinked his eyes blue. "You really shouldn't have done that."

Castiel suddenly appeared behind the hunters and smote them. Kurt stared in shock and horror. Blaine turned around, his eyes still blue. Kurt gasped and backed away further. Blaine blinked away the angel eyes. "Kurt…"

"Stay away from me." Kurt said, his voice shaking. He backed up further, and ran out of the house.

Blaine exhaled sharply. "Dammit."

XXX

Castiel teleported the hunters and their guns and car somewhere along the highway and made it look like they were in a car accident. Blaine changed his shirt and lied to the police saying that the criminals fled when they heard sirens. Blaine called Dean to let him know what happened.

"I was wondering when something like this would happen." Dean spoke as he drove. "I just didn't think it'd be this soon."

"I know. Me neither." Blaine flopped on his bed. "Kurt's never going to speak to me again."

"Well, if he doesn't, then screw him. He's not worth it." Dean advised. "But, Blaine, you have to make sure he's not going to say anything. Think of the panic it'll cause."

"Okay. I'll make sure he keeps quiet." Blaine assured him. "Where are you headed next?"

"Cicero, Indiana." Dean answered. "Remember Lisa? The girl I told you about?"

"Oh. The one with the kid who's almost exactly like you, but not your son?" Blaine smirked.

"You know, technically, I was right- I do have a son." Dean said defensively. "It's just…not Ben."

"Okay, whatever."

XXX

The next day, Blaine was surprised to see Kurt standing at the door. "Hey." Blaine greeted.

Kurt sighed and walked into the house. "I'm probably going to regret this. I told my dad that I would be home in exactly one hour. If I'm not home by the time I said I would be, he'll know something's up. So, you have one hour to explain to me what the hell just happened, and why you lied to me."

Blaine took a deep breath and gestured for him to sit. He spilled everything. From him finding out he has superpowers, to his mother getting cancer, then her telling him he's half-angel, to meeting his dads and uncle, and everything since. "I didn't tell you, because if too many people know, it could create planet-wide panic. And because you wouldn't have believed me."

Kurt rubbed his forehead as he processed this. Kurt not being able to move that one time when the jocks were trying to throw him in a dumpster, Blaine not really wanting to talk about his family, not wanting to join glee… "Yeah, you're right. I wouldn't have believed you. But you still should have told me."

"I'm sorry." Blaine said sincerely.

"Just promise me you'll never lie to me again." Kurt said.

"Okay. I promise to never lie to you again." Blaine promised.

"Good." Kurt nodded.

"So…are we okay?"

"Yes." Kurt smiled. "Mostly because you're my only gay friend."

Blaine laughed and nodded. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Kurt stood up. "And I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Thanks again."

"You're welcome again." Kurt laughed softly. "So…are your dads gonna kill me since I know?"

"No, don't worry." Blaine shook his head. "Half the country knows anyway. They just won't say anything because people will think they're crazy."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. Well, my hour is almost up. Consider yourself forgiven."

Blaine smiled and hugged Kurt, who stiffened. "Sorry. I forgot you hate hugs."

Kurt scoffed. "I do not hate hugs."

"Okaaay. If you say so."

"I do say so."