A/N: I am working on my other stories too; I swear. Just had another shot of inspiration and this one has been kicking around my head the last couple of days. It won't leave me alone and let me work on other things, so I'm hoping to alleviate some of the head-space it's taking up by writing and providing it to you. :)

I don't really have any religious affiliations, and I apologize before hand to anyone who may or may not be offended by this story; just keep in mind that it is fiction and not written with any kind of agenda (religious or otherwise) in mind. I, sadly, also don't own Glee, it's characters, etc.

CHAPTER 1: SACRIFICE

Stonehenge, Salisbury England, May 1888

Sebastian caught the eye of his life-partner as he finished the incantation, the voices of their Coven crescendoing around them. Blaine shot him an encouraged smile as he slit his palm, an offering of blood to their God and Goddess; both, he and Sebastian, watching as several drops fell into the chalice on the altar. The candle fire flared suddenly, indicating that the gods accepted their offering.

Turning to the Coven surrounding them, Blaine smiled allowing the robe he wore to fall to the earth, revealing he wore nothing underneath. Sebastian felt lust flare, heat pooling in his stomach at the sight of his partner preparing to become one with the Goddess they worshipped. Although traditionally she chose women as her priestesses, Blaine had become the exception, having inherited the Second-Sight as did all her high-priestesses and Sebastian had been lucky to have been chosen as his Consort all those centuries ago. Dropping his own robe, he opened himself to be infused with the God, ready and willing to welcome spring, harvest season, and rebirth with his mate.

"Go and welcome the Spring," Blaine instructed, his voice almost feminine as the Goddess instructed her followers with a smile. "May you have a fertile season."

Sebastian smiled as his own body moved towards his lover, his arms wrapping around Blaine's waist from behind as he and the God within his psyche watched their brood begin breaking off from the circle; partners coming together and sprinting off towards the tree line for some privacy as they consummated the fertility rite they had all performed.

Blaine raised a hand and ran it along the side of Sebastian's face which was hooked over his shoulder. "Come my Love," he intoned. "It has been a long winter. Let us welcome Spring and rebirth together." Sebastian nuzzled the hand, allowing Blaine and the Goddess to pull him towards their own secluded clearing in the trees for the night.

It was so warm, Blaine could feel heat blazing over everything. He wondered vaguely what was happening as a sharp, horrible cry echoed around him. Realizing the sounds were being drawn from his own throat, he clamped teeth together as tightly as possible, tears of pain sliding down his face unbidden. His gaze wandered out to a crowd of on-lookers, and he met Sebastian's sorrow-filled eyes.

I love you, he mouthed to his soul-mate, closing his eyes and allowing Death to take him beyond.

Next he was standing in a colorful field of flowers, a woman off to his right, gazing at him fondly. "Welcome home, Blaine," she murmured quietly, holding out a hand to her priest. "I have been waiting to meet you directly for a very long time.

He frowned, letting his thoughts wander as he tried to place the woman in front of him. Eyes widening, he fell to his knees in submission. "Goddess," he breathed, bowing his head to the woman he had been worshiping for centuries.

"Rise, Blaine, for I have something very important to ask of you; something that will take courage, and a willingness to save not only your soul-mate, but the entire Coven."

"Anything," he whispered fervently. "For you, Sebastian, and my Coven, anything."

She gazed at him with sorrow. "Do not make promises, young-ling until you understand what I ask. I would need something very precious, Blaine. Something only you can give once."

He frowned, brows drawn together as he tried to understand what his Goddess could want or need from him.

Holding out a hand, she whispered, "I will need you to sacrifice your life for me, Blaine. For me, and Sebastian. For the Horn God and all our children who reside in your Coven." She paused, and starred off into the distance. "I chose you over all my children when first you breathed in the mortal world. You, who are special like no other. I ask you, now to make the ultimate sacrifice to save our hold in the world, and the Coven. Without them, we will cease to be; Christianity has moved too many of our own followers away."

Blaine bit his lip, understanding what she was asked. "And if I sacrifice, will the others be safe?" he asked. "Will you and the Horn God be safe?"

She smiled sadly. "We will, but know your sacrifice will not be in vain. If your mate promises to remain a loyal worshiper, the Horn God and I will ensure that you are returned to the mortal Plane; reborn and reunited with your family."

"I'll do it," he swore, knowing he would not have chosen any other path. "For you and my family."

Nodding, she gathered him in her arms. "It will not be an easy passing," she murmured quietly. "You have felt the fires burning, but this will keep our Coven safe from the hunter." She kissed his head and let him go. "Return to your mate, now, Blaine, and explain to him the sacrifice you will make and the place he will play."

He nodded his understanding and bowed low as she and the meadow faded from view.

Waking and stretching languishly, Sebastian reached for Blaine to pull his warm body closer. The Goddess and God had finally retreated with the dawn, leaving the two lovers sated and exhausted, falling into a deep sleep entwined together.

Frowning, Sebastian's eyes shot open as he realized that Blaine was no longer next to him. He sat up with a groan, muscles protesting the rigorous sexual activities from the previous night. Trying to push his panic aside, his eyes fell on Blaine who sat quietly on a log at the edge of their clearing, tears tracking down his face.

"Blaine?" he asked, pushing himself to his feet and making his way over to his distressed lover.

"I had a vision, Bastian," Blaine replied, sniffling and wiping at his tears. "Our time is coming to a close. The Goddess has asked me to make the ultimate sacrifice to protect the Coven."

"What?" Sebastian stammered, sitting back on his heels as the gravity of what Blaine was telling him sunk in; their Goddess of light, purity, and life was asking Blaine to forfeit his own.

Nodding miserably, Blaine sniffled again. "A Hunter is coming for us," he whispered. "He heard we still practiced the old rituals and we will be burned at the stake as witches if he catches any of us."

"Then we'll move on from England," Sebastian replied desperately trying to come up with a solution, not willing to give up his love. They had been together since Roman times, Blaine a Celt and he a lonely soldier manning the wall the Emperor Hadrian had built to protect the empire. It had been a chance meeting but Sebastian had been drawn irrevocably to the other boy, leading him to abandon his post and join Blaine in life and love. They had developed the Coven since that point; adding the others as time passed, keeping the Goddess and God alive and being given immortality in return for their worship and loyalty. The youngest of their brood had joined them almost two decades ago and still looked to be the sixteen year old who had fallen in love with Adriana at first sight in a dark pub in England.

"I wish it were that my Love," Blaine responded, drawing Sebastian away from his plan-making. "It is my duty to protect our Coven with my life if need be."

Sebastian stared at the other man, his own tears starting to fall as realization took hold. "I'm not ready to let you go," he whispered, reaching and gripping Blaine's hand tightly. "We haven't had enough time."

Blaine smiled at his distressed partner softly, reaching a hand forward and brushing a wayward lock of hair off Sebastian's forehead. "She has promised me that we will meet again, Bastian," he murmured, letting his hand drift from Sebastian's hair to cup his face. "If you maintain your faith, I will be reborn and we will be reunited."

Gripping and holding Blaine's hand, Sebastian turned and placed a kiss to the palm. "What of the rituals?" he asked, his faith in the Goddess' promise to Blaine enough to stop his thoughts of ending his own life with his love's.

"Wes and Santana will stand in our places as High-Priest and Priestess," Blaine answered quietly, his own mind at peace now that Sebastian had come to accept that the outcome of his death was inevitable. "The Goddess and God will not be able to visit this Plane until you and I are reunited; it is impossible for them to infuse our followers as they do us. They will accept the coupling of Wes and Santana as a substitute until they will be able to return to our plane through you and me."

Sebastian nodded, sadly accepting what Blaine was telling him. "I will keep my faith," he promised his mate, leaning forward and kissing the other boy deeply. "And you will come back to me from Death."

"I promise," Blaine agreed, returning the kiss and pouring his love for Sebastian through it. He would do everything in his power to return to his soul-mate.