Dunmal: A being that possesses powerful magic. Discrimination follows them for their ability to produce magic from music.
Guto: A being that possesses magic. This power only can be used from connecting to water or earth. Cannot create without destroying.

To live in the realm of Tuxen was like living in a state of paranoia. Between the king's stories of the evils of the dunmals and the guto's history of their experiences within Ludo, the dunmal territory, everyone was on edge about being captured and killed by these powerful beings. Living on the outskirts of Tuxen wasn't as bad, though. Here, in the town of Mullix, many not only didn't believe these stories but praised the dunmals for their kindness and compassion for others. It was this town that Kurt Hummel, a guto, was born.

Kurt found being a guto was hard work. Although he was able to do magic, it would take years of development to actually harness his power and become the typical guto in the community: a healer.
Kurt would much rather be like the dunmals and just sing his spells.
He never expressed those thoughts out loud however. Even though the prejudice towards the dunmals was minimal in Mullix, it was still illegal for a dunmal to live in Tuxen.

Still, Kurt practiced with his dad, who used his magic to repair the carriages that came through town. Every day, Kurt would wake up and walk outside to gather his pile of dirt for practice that day. They would spend their time learning new spells and talking about what Kurt could possibly do with his powers.

Which wasn't much.

But even what Kurt could do with his gifts, he didn't want to do any of it. All he wanted to do was fall in love.

Which was on his mind that chilly September morning when he went off to the woods for his dirt. They could use any type of dirt, but this seemed to have some type of odd positive effect on their magic. One that helped Kurt learn faster and allowed his dad to explain it better.

It also allowed him to take a walk through the otherwise forbidden woods. Forbidden because rumors had it that a gang of dunmals inhabited these trees...
Kurt's head whipped to his right when he heard a twig snap on the ground. Kurt had never actually run into anybody in these woods, he just assumed that no one would want to come here.

"Hel-hello?" Kurt called out into the open air, but he heard no other noise. Shrugging, he was just about to head back to his cottage when he heard something...

It sounded like...

"Lights will guide you home."

Kurt found himself drawing closer and closer to the voice.

"And ignite your bones."

His pace picked up from walking to running. He needed to get to that voice.

"And I will try..."

Kurt finally got to the source of the voice, and it stopped him in his tracks. It was...

He was...

Kurt had found a dunmal in the woods.

It wasn't like Kurt had expected to actually FIND him in the woods.

All he knew was he had to get to the voice and help him. In any way he could.

Which once he reached this boy he realized there wasn't much he could do for this guy.

But he wasn't just any guy. He was a dunmal.

How Kurt knew, well, he didn't really know how he did. He just...knew. A voice like that doesn't come from a human or guto. He took another step closer, trying to keep hidden.

The boy had continued singing, continued without any breaks.
"Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace"

Kurt felt his heart break. That boy was looking for somebody. Or something.

The boy stopped singing and started to sob, not finishing the song. Before he knew what he was doing, he ran over to him and gave this stranger a hug. The boy (Kurt realized just as he wrapped his arms around him that he wasn't a boy but actually a man) clung to Kurt and started to cry into his shoulder. Kurt didn't really know what to do, so he just tightened his grip around his shoulders and held on. He kept quiet except to randomly murmur, "It's going to be alright," and, "Shhh..."

After what seemed like ten or twenty minutes but it really could have been an hour, the boy's sobs slowed down enough that now he was just hiccupping. He lifted his head and looked at Kurt.

"Hi." He mumbled under his breath, and Kurt felt his heart break all that much more.

"H-hey." Kurt replied.

The boy sniffed and took one of his arms off of Kurt to wipe his runny nose. Kurt tried to suppress a giggle, not wanting to hurt the boy clinging to his torso.

"What's your name?" The boy asked.

"I'm Kurt."

The boy smiled a little, "My name's Blaine."

After that, Kurt and Blaine were pretty much inseparable.

While his dad was working on someone's carriage, Kurt would sneak into the woods and spend his time with Blaine.

He never told Blaine he was a guto, and Blaine never told him he was a dunmal. They had just agreed to not talk about it, didn't want to add another layer of complicated to their chance meeting.

They talked about everything else though. They talked about their families. They talked about their home. They talked about music, which Blaine was delighted to find out that Kurt shared his passion.

It was about a week into their meetings that Kurt finally bit the bullet and asked the question. "Why are you in Tuxen?"

They were sitting up against a tree nearby where they first met, hands circling around each other but not quite grabbing yet. Kurt heard Blaine sigh, but it took a few minutes for him to respond, "We're visiting Gutoma, and it's awful there. Here, no one knows me."

Kurt nodded. Gutoma was where guto's originated from. His father came from Gutoma with his human mother.

But Kurt himself has never been there. He did live near the border of Gutoma, but his dad refused to take him there at his age. Apparently 14 is too young to travel over the magical border.

That didn't stop Blaine apparently.

Speaking of...

"How are you getting into Tuxen? I thought for..." Blaine looked at Kurt, an expression of fear in his eyes that made the rest of the sentence die in his throat.

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, resting his head on the tree trunk. He had just given up Blaine responding when..."It...doesn't always work." Blaine said, "Some places, the magic's weaker, allowing...me to slip in and out without detection. "

Kurt opened his eyes and saw Blaine was staring at him. Staring into Kurt's now open eyes. Kurt felt his lips twitch up in a smile and Blaine's gaze flickered down to Kurt's lips. Before he knew it, he was leaning into Blaine, and he found Blaine was leaning in return. He could feel Blaine's breath on his lips now as-

"Kurt! Lessons!"

Kurt jerked back at the sound of his dad's voice, jumping to his feet. "I...uh..."

Blaine smiled and stuck out his hand. "Same time tomorrow?"

Kurt smiled back and nodded, taking Blaine's hand to help him up, "Of course."

Before he lost his nerve, he kissed Blaine on the cheek and took off for his cottage, grabbing a handful of dirt before he left.

Blaine didn't come the next day.

Blaine didn't come the day after that either.

After a week Kurt only went to that spot every other day.

After a month, only twice a week.

He stopped coming after three months. Blaine was never coming back.