Author's Note: Ah! I know. I've been MIA for an unforgivable amount of time. My college semester is ending and I am swamped. I have no life and am stuck studying, working on projects, or writing papers. I'm trying to give you guys what I can. I mean I love you guys, your reviews and interest in this story put a smile on my face everyday. Just bear with me as I finish my semester. Don't know when the next update will be, but I sat down and gave you at least one more chapter.

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Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.

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~C.

(Chapter 11)

"I think I'm chaffing…"

"…in some VERY uncomfortable places…"

"…and I blame you."

Kurt snorted. "I didn't tell you to climb into that dunk tank. That was all you."

"You're the one who dunked me! I had that prize in the bag before you went and ruined it! That little girl didn't have a chance at dunking me for real and you know it!" Blaine pouted as he pulled at the crotch of his slightly damp jeans and winced somewhat, walking bowlegged a few steps to try and get his jeans to stop rubbing against him in certain areas.

"Oh like you needed ANOTHER stuffed unicorn." Kurt smirked.

"I do not own a stuffed unicorn!"

"Whatever, that girl was cute and I just wanted her to win." Kurt said matter-of-factly. However, when he noticed Blaine was practically fondling himself, he averted his eyes out of courtesy. "Besides, who told you to walk around in damp underwear?" He mumbled, cheeks aflame.

Blaine chuckled awkwardly at that and blushed, "Yeah, I threw those out. Only had time to dry my jeans." Kurt tripped over his own shoes and spluttered.

W-What?

"They weren't that important to me anyways."

…I'm sorry, but I don't know how to process this.

"Actually, I've never gone commando before."

He's trying to kill me, isn't he?

"I feel so…un-constricted."

Such a tease.

"Yoo-hoo, Kurt?" Kurt snapped out of his mental stupor. Shaking his head and closing his slightly agape mouth when Blaine was tilting his head at him, still pulling at the jeans bunching up on his upper thighs. Blaine smiled goofily at him, "Where'd you go just now?"

In your pants.

Kurt cleared his throat, "Is that a Funhouse?"

Wait…Funhouse?

Oh, it really is a Funhouse!

Sweet.

Blaine looked in the direction Kurt was pointing to, and his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh…my…God. That is one of those 'Ultimate Mirror Maze' things. We're SO going." He grabbed Kurt's hand and sprinted down the lit-up boardwalk, completely forgetting about the possible chaffing that was most likely going on in his pants. Kurt blushed crimson red, staring down at the tan hand intertwined with his own as he trotted after Blaine.

He's holding my hand.

Oh my GAGA, he's holding my hand.

…and it feels amazing.

Kurt 'oofed' as he collided into Blaine's back, the shorter boy having come to a sudden stop. When he looked up, Kurt saw Blaine bouncing excitedly on the balls of his feet. After quickly straightening up and putting a step between—Blaine's body heat doing nothing but wicked things to Kurt's lithe frame—the paler boy looked up at the warehouse type building.

Huh…big, looks extensive too.

"Can we go in, Kurt? Huh? Can we, can we, can we, pleeeeaaaase?" Blaine pleaded, whipping out his innocent puppy-dog eyes again.

How can he possibly go from hot and sexy to an adorable goofball in less than two seconds?

"Um…do I have a choice?"

Blaine shook his head excitedly, "Nope! Come on, we're next! Let's go, go, go!" Kurt felt a small smile tug at his lips as Blaine fumbled for their cards with the carnival credits on them. It was getting real hard to remember why he shouldn't let himself get close to him. Blaine's excitable child-like nature was so contagious.

"Ah dammit all!" Was followed by another slew of not so nice words—damn near sailor worthy cuss words. The phrases left a young man's mouth who was dressed in much the same attire as the woman from the dunk tank, except for the scowl he was wearing as he stalked out of the entrance to 'The Ultimate Mirror Maze.' The teenager with acne was mumbling incoherently as he scowled.

Kurt cleared his throat before the guy could cuss anymore—for heaven's sake, there were children around—and the guy looked up. He composed himself, though he was still clearly irritated. "My apologies, but if you'd had the day I've had…" He threw up his hands and harrumphed.

Blaine chuckled, "Um…what happened?"

The guy glowered at the entrance; "Some douchebag just totally ran in there without paying. Cuts in front of some couple and the littler dude of the two, starts bitching me out! Saying that I let him cut in front, saying I have some aversion to them just cuz they're a gay couple. Totally stupid. The taller blonde one had to calm his date down, totally thought the little hothead was gonna deck me. Totally stupid. I mean…I couldn't care less. HE was the one that made a big deal out of everything."

Blaine frowned, "Sorry you've had such a bad day. How many credits did that guy jip you? Maybe I can cover it?" Kurt felt both his eyebrows rise in shock.

He can't possibly be this nice, can he?

The teenager seemed taken aback as well, "Um…uh…no, it's cool. I'll just report what happened at the end of my shift." He stared between Kurt and Blaine. Kurt feeling the teen's eyes linger on the space between them and…oh…oh! Blaine was still holding Kurt's hand, wasn't he? Kurt's cheeks heated up, why were they just standing there awkwardly again?

Blaine tilted his head, "So…can we go in 'The Ultimate Mirror Maze' now, or…?"

The kid jumped slightly, "Oh…oh! Right. Credits?" Blaine and Kurt handed over their cards, the kid swiped them with his handheld device, then handed them back. "Enjoy the maze of no return. Many have entered; few have ever made it out. The mirrors have created illusions for many; nothing is hidden from the land of mirrors. Be careful of the secrets you reveal, for mirrors reflect all. Beware of the stones you throw, for the reflection you break may be your own. Alone you are not in this maze, surrounded by yourself is what you are." The teenager said ominously in a mock-spooky voice, his hands waving around in a ghost-like manner.

Kurt and Blaine just stared.

The kid shrugged, "I demean myself for money."

"Yes, the maze enter we will." Kurt said in his best Yoda impression, completely deadpanned expression on his face. Blaine snorting out a laugh.

"Oh haha, you're so funny." The teenager rolled his eyes and huffed, "ANYWAY, enter and be cautious. Twenty-five paths there are to take in this maze, but not all reach the end. Choose wisely." Blaine and Kurt heard this as they entered the maze. Followed by a less ominous, "And don't break, write on, or lick any of the mirrors. Yes, it happens. Please refrain from doing so, much obliged!"

Blaine smiled wide as they entered the maze. Black light lit, mirrors in every direction—some of them they bumped into in mistake of a path—and dub-step music vibrating throughout the warehouse. "This is so awesome."

Kurt huffed as he thumped into another mirror, feeling especially neon in all the black light glory. Seeing a reflection of himself made him glower. "I look like Casper the pasty ghost."

"You're the cutest ghost I've ever seen." It even sounded like Blaine was giving him a cheeky smile around his words.

Kurt felt himself blushing again, looking down to avoid eye contact, when he collided with another mirror. "Shit!"

Blaine chuckled as he eyed Kurt, walking straight into another mirror as well. "Ow! Kuuurt, I hits my nose." He said and pouted, rubbing at his squished nose.

"This was your—Eep!—idea!"

"No—Ack! Yup, that's another dead-end—you pointed out this place."

"Well, excuse…hey! Where are you going?"

Blaine looked over his shoulder and saw that Kurt was going in a different direction. "Wait, where are you going? This looks like a better turn to take."

Kurt shook his head, "Oh no, you keep running us into mirrors. We're going this way."

"Do not, and I say this way is better."

"No, this way!"

"This way!"

"I bet my way is the way to the exit." Kurt said, arms crossed and hip jutted out in a stubborn fashion.

Blaine smirked, "Care to make a wager on that?" Kurt narrowed his eyes in suspicion while Blaine just smiled wider. "Or are you not that confident in your directional instincts?"

Kurt let out a dry laugh, "You wish. What's the bet?"

Putting a finger to his chin, Blaine thought for a moment, and then a mischievous glint sparkled in his hazel eyes. Needless to say, it made Kurt a little wary. He slinked up next to Kurt and whispered in his ear, "If I make it to the exit before you, you agree to go out on a real date with me." When Blaine pulled back, he saw Kurt's eyes were wide and his jaw was hanging open in shock. "Unless, you're scared. Scared that my superior sense of direction will put you to shame that is."

Snapping his mouth shut, Kurt set his jaw. "Scared, huh? We'll see about that Mr. Man Without the Product." Kurt said as he lightly ruffled Blaine's still slightly damp curls.

Blaine whined and batted Kurt's hands away, "Hey, you are not permitted to touch!" Kurt flicked one more curl out of Blaine's eyes; Blaine just stuck his tongue out at Kurt. "So do we have a deal or not?"

Kurt watched as Blaine outstretched his hand to 'shake on it,' and he stared at it for a moment. Suddenly, he placed his hand in Blaine's and gave it one firm shake. "Oh, it's on."

"Like Donkey Kong."

"…I'll just pretend I didn't hear that."

"What? Why? What I say?"

Kurt rolled his eyes good-naturally and waved behind him as he headed down his chosen path, leaving Blaine to go his own way. "Never mind!"

Blaine chuckled to himself, determined to win and get the chance to really impress Kurt. "Hey…Hey, wait! Kurt! What happens if YOU win?"

He heard a distant chuckle before, "I guess you'll just have to let me win to find out!"

Oh no you don't, Kurt Hummel.

Blaine was having none of that. He turned on his heels and hurried down his own path. He was going to win, and he was going to prove to everyone that he was so much more than he appeared…erm…prove to Kurt that he was more than he appeared. Yeah, he meant to say Kurt.

Really?

How do I keep running into myself?

Staring at his reflection, Blaine huffed. He needed to get himself together if he was going to reach the exit first. For the next five minutes the boy turned down ways, pushed through opening mirror doors, and smacked into more mirrors than he cared to admit. He knew that everything was basically going to look the same, but seriously, everything looked the FREAKING same!

"Maybe I should have just gone with Kurt…" he mumbled bashfully to himself. Blaine walked down another path filled with mirrors, the dub step music pounding in his ears and his palms sweating at how hot the place actually was. Just as Blaine was about to turn down another way, something flashed across some mirrors. Looking up, Blaine was able to see something peach reflect back at him from a different path.

Oh thank God, maybe it's another person.

I was starting to get paranoid about the whole, 'many enter few leave' thing.

Blaine abandoned his path and ventured down the one the peach figure had taken. When he bounded around the corner, Blaine was able to catch a flash of light hair, jeans, and…a faded peach jacket! "Whoa…hey! Hey!" He shouted, picking up his pace as he ran after the dodging reflection. "Hey mister!" Blaine reached the end of the path and turned down the one he believed the person to have gone. Reflections of a jean-clad limb taking another turn was caught in Blaine's peripheral vision again. "I just want to ask if you know the way out!" He followed the person down the narrow way of mirrors before taking a last turn. When he rounded the corner, he saw a revolving door of mirrors, and it was spinning slowly, like someone had just gone through.

Shit…a stranger chasing after another stranger in a Funhouse full of mirrors must not look at all sane.

Must have scared the crap out of the guy.

Way to go, Blaine…way to go.

Cautiously, Blaine was making his voice soft and placating. "Um…sorry if I came off a little brash." Blaine put his hand on one of the revolving mirrors and pushed as he followed after it to walk through. "See, I made a bet with a friend…I bet I could make it to the end before he could." He chuckled, still slowly walking through the revolving door. "And well, I'm obviously not getting anywhere near the exit. I have the bruises to prove it, so do you think you could maybe—I don't know—point a guy to the exit? I'd be ever so grateful." Blaine finished off, exiting the revolving mirrors with a full-blown smile on his face, most people liked when he smiled after all.

"Oh…I'm talking to no one. Great…" Blaine frowned as he looked around the dead-end. Unlike most of the others he'd found himself running into today, this one had no mirrors. The music was still vibrating through the walls, and the black light was still encompassing the room. Though, this time the walls were painted blue and the black light caused the color to give the entire room, Blaine included, a neon-blue hue. Blaine scowled at the empty room, dead-ends were seriously getting on his nerves now. How was this supposed to be fun again?

Seriously, I thought I saw someone go in here.

Turning around, Blaine put his hand on one of the revolving mirrors and pushed.

It didn't budge.

What the?

Blaine pushed again, a little harder this time.

Nothing.

Hehe…this is a joke, right?

The not panicking boy—he wasn't panicking, he seriously wasn't—used both his hands to push on the mirror. When it didn't move an inch, Blaine's breathing started to pick up. Quickening breaths started to come in and out through his nose. He banged on the glass, hoping someone out there would hear the knocking. "Hello! Can someone hear me? This mirror thing is stuck! I can't…ugh…it won't budge!" Blaine knocked again; something about this whole situation was starting to feel seriously wrong. An uneasy feeling started to stir in his gut. He was just about to kick at the mirror when he glanced down and—

Blaine

A white piece of folded up paper caught Blaine's attention. It was on the floor. It had his name on it. His name was written in what looked like an attempt at elegant print, but just came out as hasty and messy.

Okay…now I'm majorly creeped out.

Hesitantly, Blaine bent down and picked up the note. His heart pounded in his chest, a sense of déjà vu flitting across his mind at the discovery of the crisp white paper. Swallowing unsurely, Blaine opened the note. His heart dropped into his stomach when he saw those same types of magazine cutout letters pasted across the white paper. Except this time, they had a different message to give.

I WARNED YOU

Fisting the paper in hands so it crumbled, Blaine turned towards the mirror door again and pounded with renewed fervor. Something red-hot boiling in Blaine's veins as he tried to make his knocking louder than the dub step music. He wasn't worried about himself as much anymore. He was worried about what the person who trapped him in here might do to Kurt. It was obvious now; it was obvious that the first note was indeed telling Blaine to back off of Kurt. The fact that he didn't and the fact that he was now trapped inside a stupid mirror maze was proof of that. However, Blaine didn't have time to think about how irrational or insane his newfound need to protect a guy he'd just met might seem to others. There was only one thing going through his mind.

Don't you dare hurt Kurt.

Don't you fucking dare.

It was a good thing that Blaine wasn't within hearing distance of Kurt, who was on the opposite end of the funhouse from Blaine. The pounding of the dub step music and the sounds of Blaine's own scrabbling to escape his confines were drowning out any chance of hearing Kurt. Though, if he had been in the same area…

He would have heard Kurt scream.

A/N: And evil cliffhanger. Sorry I have to leave you like this for a while. But I promise I'll get back as soon as I can! Until then, how about reviewing? :D