A/N: Hi, I'm justlikeaklainebow and this is my first REAL fic that I posted here, hope you guys like it so enjoy! I didn't want to write anything else really, so I decided why not a fantasy!Klaine fic? This isn't like the others where Kurt's a fairy and Blaine's a human, they're both special and different than the rest. Okay, I'm talking too much! Sorry! Anyways, enjoy! Please write below if you have questions or have a request :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor Kurt and Blaine or any of the other characters except my OC's :)

Until My Dying Day

Blaine did not like living in his village, Drewton. He would have much preferred to live in any other village in Isaaclantopia than here. Drewton was well hidden in the woods of the Dark Forest with only occasional trains which never stopped to deliver supplies for them. That's why, every time the train came, they had to jump aboard to throw down all the vital equipment they could reach. They transported hunting gears as well which were useful for the hunters who brought the food. The problem was they only sent up the small and fast. Blaine was one of them. Ever since he was a young boy his height and speed came in handy and unfortunately for the taller ones, their height was a disadvantage. They were useless in this area; they could only catch the supplies and carry them back.

Truth be told, Blaine hated living here, the whole village was a gutter and he was pretty sure the Capitol didn't even know they existed. The Dark Forest was full with poisonous plants and even some of the animals' meat was unhealthy to eat. The phoenix's shedding tail feathers sometimes burned houses down. Luckily Blaine's wasn't one of them. His mother always complained to him about the Evil Spirit or some thought, wizard. He lived outside the village, deep in the woods and every ten years threatened a life of a child if he didn't get a sacrifice.

The sacrifice was usually an old powerful wizard, who lived his or her life long enough in this world, seen everything and was now ready to die. This process had been going on for decades and Blaine was surprised they still had his kind in the village. Not many, but there always seemed to be enough.

When he was younger he also thought he'd never see his grandmother die but that was always destined to come true. She was almost at the acceptable age when she volunteered and she said she would rather die than an innocent young boy. This happened when Blaine was the boy who had been the target to be killed. He still remembered himself pleading to her not to go but all she said was "I'm proud of you whatever you'll become or do," and kissed him on his dark, curly forehead. The memory still haunted him and woke him up at night; the way they roped her on to a stud and lit fire under her and just watched as she burned. He still heard his mother sob next to him even if it was thirteen years ago. Blaine was only five but ever since then, he never felt more broken and hollow inside as in that moment.

His grandmother, Elisa was everything to him. She was his rock. She showed him a better way to look at things and see different options and possibilities. When she mentioned Blaine's future soul-mate she only ever said partner. Blaine never noticed this until he was ten and thought back to their serious discussions and not just the one's where they fooled around.

His father was barely available because he worked late on weekdays and the news of Elisa's death gave him a horrible shock when he came home. Blaine never forgot how vulnerable his father was as he sat down at the table, buried his face in his arms and started to silently cry. After this incident came the miserable years.

Now with his grandmother dead, his mother had to take up her job at the lake, cleaning clothes. She didn't need to work because Blaine was incapable of magic yet and she would've had to supervise over him if he did anything out of the ordinary. Then he could be taught magic but now by his father. Ordinarily Elisa would have taught him because that was the tradition.

Not everyone was a wizard in Drewton. In fact, Blaine didn't even know other wizarding families apart from his and Wes Montgomery's. The Anderson and the Montgomery clan were in close relationship with each other. Wes was Blaine's best friend. The other wizard clans were wiped out by the evil spirit. At least, that's what his mother told him. Naturally this only included Drewton. There were plenty of wizards out there. The Capitol was full of them and even the King was a wizard.

Drewton didn't have a school so the kids couldn't be properly educated; Mrs. Montgomery offered to tutor Blaine as well because his parents were really busy.

When his powers finally came in at age seven, his father taught him magic on the weekends and on Wednesdays. That's when he had the day off. Wes also joined them because his grandmother sacrificed herself ten years before Blaine's but mainly because he would've liked to learn with his best friend. This made Mr. Montgomery a bit upset but he agreed it would be easier for them to learn together.

The clearing where they practiced seemed so peaceful and quiet every time they went there. The grass was always crisp green, the small hill seemed perfect for practicing defence and the soft hum of the wind was useful for concentration. Blaine and Wes always snuck out here at night up 'til this day to mess around without being disturbed while being under surveillance. In the village they liked to prank people by making little fireworks next to the huge gathering fire, eliciting screams from the by-passing crowd, making them drop their laundry baskets or guns. The hunters brought the food for the people and those were usually men. Blaine never heard of a woman armed with a gun and he never understood why couldn't they be? It was a stereo-type that was constantly irritating him. The men always said women couldn't shoot. He'd give anything for that to be proven wrong.

That's why he let girls in the train equipment-stealing-operation he led. Since the previous leader became old enough to go in to the forest to hunt, he left Blaine in charge. Now Blaine was leading the most successful group the village has ever had with Wes by his side. Mostly because some girls were smarter than the boys and they found hidden useful objects in that short time they were on the carts. The smartest girl was Little Angie. She was only eight and had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was like a sister to him. Wes also loved her very much and they sometimes showed her interesting places in the woods that were safe. She really liked going with them to the lake for a swim. Wes usually stayed on the shore, he didn't really like water or swimming. Blaine on the other hand, loved it. Even in the darkest times they could find happiness and fun. Blaine was really happy he had a friend like Wes and Angie. Of course, he had admirers but he didn't fancy any of them. He found this odd because the girls were beautiful but he just couldn't make himself like them in that way. He suspected Wes knew something more about this than he did but he couldn't really bother, this wasn't his main concern.

It's been three years since the last offering and the people knew that something was wrong. The last wizard wasn't old enough to tend the needs of the Evil Spirit and every month something bad happened. One time the lake turned to blood and the laundry became red, permanently. Luckily Blaine's father, Anthony Anderson could conjure a spell that got rid of the red liquid in the water. Last month the poisonous plants grew around the village, locking them inside. One touch and they would be dead. Blaine and Wes safely cut out the weeds and made sure they couldn't come back. Clarissa, Blaine's mother also kept an eye out with Mrs. Montgomery for any suspicious happenings.

It was early in the afternoon and Blaine was casually walking to the clearing with Wes beside him and Angie hopping on rocks behind them. Wes was probably making plans about the train arrival operation, Blaine thought, because he was muttering something and mimicking hand gestures to himself. He hummed the song he just wrote in his head and was making a mental note to write it down later as he glanced back to Angie, "Hey, Ange? What do you want to do today?" he smiled softly at her.

"I dunno Blainey,-" she paused and then, "-oooh, show me that magic trick where you transform objects! I love those!"

He giggled at her enthusiasm and corrected her, "It's not a magic trick Ange, it's called a spell." He nudged Wes' elbow to make him pay attention. This seemed to snap the elder out of his reverie and made him look up.

"What? I was just thinking of a way to get more supplies of the train in less time, it's really important for our next operation." he mused.

"You can think of that later, first we've got to show Ange a good time." He told him as Angie rushed over to hold their hands.

Wes and Blaine were discussing the train arrival when she suddenly spoke up. "Blainey? Momma always asks why you don't have a girlfriend."

Blaine only shrugged at the unexpected question."I guess I just haven't found the right girl yet." he said and winked at her. That was a lie. Blaine knew he sometimes fantasized about men and the possibility to be with one but he knew that kind of thing was frowned upon and he didn't fancy any of them in the village anyways. He didn't even know if any other person was like him, different.

"I tell her that, you know! But she says it's just odd you don't serenade any of the girls in the village." She said with disbelief. "I personally think nothing's wrong with you. I just hope everybody would see that." Angie frowned.

"Don't worry, people are just stupid. I have never had a girlfriend either and I'm still here." Wes assured her and patted Blaine on the shoulder.

"Yeah, but you at least serenaded Marlene." Blaine smirked.

"And she rejected me,-" he snapped back as he hoisted Angie up on his shoulders, "-hold on."

She giggled throughout the whole ride to the clearing, mostly because Blaine was making funny faces. They found a shady tree and Blaine laid down the spread as Wes conjured a picnic basket from back home but was too lazy to go back and get it. Angie was running after butterflies and tried finding small animals in the tall grass when she fell over.

It was a fun and usual afternoon. The two wizards showed interesting transformations and even gave the youngest one a tickle attack when she laughed at their failed attempts. They decided to head home when the sun started to set.

As they were walking, Wes and Blaine heard occasional screams from the village. Then they got louder and more frequent. He exchanged a glance with Wes; both of them took Angie's hand at the same moment and started to run faster towards the cries for help. Angie didn't question them. She also looked anxious.

When they reached the edge of the village everything was visible from there. Blaine's heart pounded faster in his chest and saw the horrified look on Wes' face. He didn't even dare to look at Angie as she started to cry behind them.

The whole place was on fire. Houses burned as the orange and yellow flames attacked them, making them nothing more than a pile of ash and lost memories. The trees started to catch on fire and some had already fallen on the houses. It was horrible. Blaine even found his home knocked down by one. Wes' was in flames. So many villagers were lying dead on the ground, choked to death by the smoke. People were fleeing the scene and hurried to collect their children, some of them cried as they must have lost theirs. Blaine didn't want to think about his family and the possibility of them being dead, nor Wes' family. There was no question about Little Angie's parents. They were gone and their lifeless, burnt bodies were only a few feet away from them.

Then Blaine noticed a tree was falling over and it was plummeting towards them. He quickly reacted and tugged them forward, saving them from nearly being crushed. "Guys, keep it together!" He hollered at them to make them pay attention. "We have to find a way to the next village or town. We have to evacuate before we suffocate here, the smoke's getting thicker." He coughed and held his hand in front of his mouth for protection as did the others.

Wes suddenly had an idea, "Blaine, which way's the lake?"

"South, why?" he coughed again and pointed to the direction in front of him.

"Because my father told me all the great cities are north in Isaaclantopia and all we have to do is follow that star." Wes pointed up in the sky at a blue star as he coughed. "But we better get away from here fast, it's getting worse."

They ran away from the now none existing Drewton as it was almost burnt down completely. Angie was still sobbing quietly behind them, rubbing her eyes and coughing every now and then. Wes looked as defeated as Blaine felt but they tried to keep it inside and instead focused on detecting the blue star. It wasn't really easy with all these trees and darkness.

Wes muttered something under his breath and his wand suddenly lit up, showing them the path. They were walking for hours and hours in tense silence with Blaine searching the sky and Wes looking out for any signs of predatory animals nearby.

"I'm t-tired Blainey, c-can't we stop?" Angie yawned as she sat down on a tree stump. She seemed to have gotten tired of crying and now looked as hollow minded as the others.

"Ange, get up. It's not safe here. We need to keep going." He said in a quiet whisper, indicating her to get up and follow them. She held out her hand and Blaine gladly took it, resuming his search.

The woods were getting colder making the others shudder; it must've been getting late. Angie exhaled and watched as her breath was visible. It appeared like a little fog cloud which dissolved shortly after it appeared.

Wes suddenly came to a halt. "I can't believe it! It's there! Blaine, we did it!" he turned back to them excitedly.

Blaine sighed in relief. "Good, my neck just started to hurt from all the star gazing. I guess we didn't need it."

"That will come in handy later my friend." Wes patted him on the shoulder and they headed towards the faint light of the next town. Blaine knew it was a town. It seemed much bigger and brighter and the forest was starting to get thinner as they came closer. They had normal wide paths here, not beaten tracks like in Drewton. It even looked more crowded as it was almost midnight and probably everybody was asleep. The houses were nicer and cleaner. Well, cleaner as opposed to their post-village's houses.

Wes stopped at an inn, which's sign read 'The Bottled Knight Inn'. Angie looked confused, she couldn't read. Blaine looked relieved and smiled at Wes. "Okay, but we're only staying for the night. We need to get back on the road. I'll tell you the plan in the morning."

Blaine greeted the innkeeper when they stepped in and asked for a room for the night. He didn't look too happy to be woken up this time of night but gave Blaine the key and told him to go on the second floor. Wes and Angie followed him closely up the stairs.

Their room wasn't too big; it only had one bed and an uncomfortable couch for sleeping, a small table with four chairs, one of which seemed broken, and a bathtub in the corner. Wes looked around in the cupboards for any food but found nothing. He had a few gold coins on him but it was only enough to pay for the room. Wes looked at Blaine expectantly. "Where are we going to find coins for our journey?"

"We might have to steal some." Blaine frowned. He didn't want to, but if they were going to survive their trip, they would need to. Wes also didn't approve the idea but he agreed they would have to.

Angie was already sleeping on the bed when Wes joined her. He offered to sleep on the couch but Blaine insisted he wanted to be alone and think for a while.

When Wes finally drifted away in his sleep, Blaine opened the window and looked up at the sky. He memorized which way they came from and where the blue star was for tomorrow. He thought about his family and let the held back tears stream down his face. "I'm sorry."

He nestled on the couch and tried to make himself comfortable but it seemed hopeless. He had a restless night filled with nightmares and images about the burning village accompanied by screams of pain and horror. He was determined to avenge the lost lives.