Title: Stained Glass Heart
Author: lady gelfling
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, language, violence in future chapters
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2,651
Summary: In the kingdom of Dalton, a war between faeries and humans is waging. Between the humans' lust for the faeries' valuable powers, and the faeries' lust for revenge, it is inconcievable for a human and a faerie to fall in love. But nothing is normal when it comes to Kurt and Blaine.

A/N: Okay, so I was completely inspired by a prompt over at the glee_kink_meme. I am a total fantasy geek, so I completely jumped on this, and just ran with it. Currently it's taking me past fifteen chapters, and I'm almost certain there will be a sequel, but we'll see! So, I hope you like this, and if you do, let me know!

Dalton Kingdom is one of the three kingdoms. However, it is widely known as the most conflicted kingdom. While not as ruthless and bloodthirsty as the Carmel Kingdom, it is known mainly for the unusual creatures that inhabit the kingdom alongside the humans; faeries. These folk are shrouded in mystery, little is known or documented about them. There are three important facts that every human knows about a faerie.

Once upon a time, before the legendary civil war, faeries and humans were at peace with one another. But when the war was complete, and the mist was lifted, to reveal the blood that had been shed, things quickly changed.

Faeries are powerful creatures, far more powerful than humans. They are a different species, so they show no compassion nor mercy. They have no humanity.

Faeries are the most prized game in all the kingdom. Their blood will increase the longevity of life, their skin will offer protection from any spell, enchantment, or physical object. Their meat will cure any ailment. But treasured above all, a faerie heart will grant the owner one wish.

Needless to say, faeries aren't seen on a daily basis by humans.

The air was thick and humid in the small agricultural town of Westerville. The summer season had descended upon the kingdom, which naturally meant that the courts would be meeting for their annual discussion, and progress check up.

As the son of one of the kingdom's lords, Blaine Anderson had been sent to Westerville, to be tended to by his nanny. Though Blaine would never mention it to his prestigious family, he greatly preferred the lax, hardworking town compared to the stuffy uppity Easton he lived in, the rest of the year. Blaine had chores to do, whilst living with his nanny, but he didn't mind. At least there were other children to play with, and no society balls to attend.

Today Blaine was bending the rules. He was playing past the creek, which he knew was not allowed. But he was currently engrossed in an imaginary game of nights and castles. Beyond the creek was a wood, the perfect setting for his game.

He was dancing around a log, pretending to be chasing after a nefarious convicted villain, when he heard a rustle from behind him. As a nine year old child with an overactive imagination, his hazel eyes immediately widened, and his mind jumped to the worst. He was going to die. Without a question, there was surely something wicked and bestial hidden in that shrub, and it had its sights set on Blaine.

"Suliad!"

With a cry, Blaine stumbled back, and fell on the mossy forest floor, staring at the blue eyed creature in shock. A child he may be, he knew when something wasn't right. And the small boy-like thing in front of him was not a human.

"P-Please don't eat me!" Blaine gasped out, and remembered what his nanny had always told him; if he didn't eat his greens, he would grow fatty, and into a delicious treat for hungry predators. "I eat my vegetables, I'll be nasty! I-I'll taste like-like tofu!"

There. Tofu was an appropriately disgusting dish, surely the creature wouldn't want to eat him now! In fact, it even appeared to be wrinkling its nose! Kudos to him!

"I'm not going to eat you!" The creature protested indignantly, as if abhorred by the very thought. "I'm a vegetarian!" Blaine frowned, and cocked his head to the side slightly.

"What's a vegetableterrain?"

The pretty blue eyes that were focused in on him, were soon rolling in their sockets. "A vegetarian. It means that I don't eat meat! Don't you know anything?"

Blaine felt like he had been insulted, but he simply brushed the tone and words off, shrugging his shoulders. "Well why wouldn't you eat meat? It makes you stronger, and it gives people something to do. After all, if we didn't all eat meat, there wouldn't be any hunters!"

The creature looked at him again, this time disdain evident in his look. It made Blaine feel icky, like he had disappointed the small elven creature. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he definitely did not like it.

"You must be human then."

"Yes, of course." Blaine said, puzzlement clear in his tone of voice. Why was that such a disappointing trait to this pretty creature? "I'm a nice one though. I'm Blaine!"

But the creature was already shaking his head, and retreating slowly. "No. There's no such thing as a nice human. All you do is hunt and eat. You're a greedy lot, and it's absolutely horrendous what you do to my people."

Blaine frowned. "Your people?" He couldn't figure out what the creature was. He was a civilized being, but besides humans, there were only…

Hazel eyes widening, Blaine let out a gasp. "You're a faerie aren't you?" The creature froze, and a large smile spread across Blaine's face. "You are! This is fantastic! I've always wanted to meet a faerie! Can you really fly? How old are you? Do you have any friends? Will you play with me?"

The faerie looked at him in surprise. "Play…? You want me to…play with you? Don't you want to kill me?"

Once more, Blaine frowned. "Why would I want to kill you? I've always wanted to meet a faerie. What's your name?" He had yet to catch the pretty faerie's name, and he wanted to commit it to memory. Not that he would ever forget this event in his life.

"Because you're human. That's what you do. You've hunted my people since before I was born." And suddenly those gorgeous, expressive blue eyes were cast downwards to the ground. "You killed my mother."

Blaine's jaw dropped. His mother was…dead? The thought was inconceivable in his brain, a privileged child who had never experienced the loss of someone close to him. He was not particularly close to his mother, but imagining her dead, gone, it hurt his heart. And in turn, it hurt him, knowing that this faerie was in that much pain and more.

Slowly edging towards the faerie, Blaine tipped his chin upward, like he had seen a young apprentice do to a barmaid once. The faerie was startled, but did not jump away.

"I'm sorry about your mother." Blaine said sincerely. "That shouldn't have happened. I don't want that to happen. I think it's awful for people to kill faeries. I haven't ever killed one, and I won't! I promise, I would never kill a faerie. You're too important." It was a bold declaration for anyone, let alone a nine year old who had met this faerie, after only a few minutes.

But this faerie was special, Blaine could tell.

"You mean it?" The faerie turned his large blue eyes onto Blaine. "You won't kill a faerie ever?" Blaine nodded, and the blue eyes took on a stern, steely edge. He grabbed Blaine's hand, and the hazel eyed human marveled at how soft it felt, in comparison to his own, calloused and dirty hand. "Swear it! Swear it on the thing most important to you!"

Blaine bit his lip. What was the most important thing to him? He was nine, he didn't have a whole lot of important items. Suddenly, his mind went to his house in Easton, the unique wooden instrument that his uncle had carved for him. What had he called it again?

"I swear on my guh-guitar." Blaine said, stammering over the word, as the faerie stared into Blaine's eyes. Those bright blue orbs were burning with intensity, so much so that it nearly made Blaine's knees weak.

But evidentially Blaine had done something right, because the faerie quickly squealed, and engulfed Blaine in a hug. For someone so wispy and small, Blaine hadn't expected quite as fierce of a grip as this faerie seemed to have.

"I'm K'yur'tea. That's my faerie name, but you'll call me Kurt." It was said as a statement, and order. Not that Blaine would be questioning. He rolled the word on his tongue, enjoying how the name felt on his lips.

"So, Kurt, will you play with me?"

If the answering smile was anything to go by, Kurt and Blaine were going to have a marvelous time. And they did. They quickly set to work, battling dragons, and indulging themselves in the fantasies of children. Apparently faerie children did not get the chance to play, nearly as often as human children did.

When the sun turned into a golden yoke, sliding down in the darkening sky, the two boys parted ways, and made arrangements to meet each other at the same place the next day. They did so, and the next after that. Their guardians began to notice, but when asked, they simply gave a tight lipped smile in return. They both carried a secret, precious and treasured. It was a special secret, one they were in no hurry to let go of. But their secret was about to be cast to the winds.

~o~

"When do you have to leave?"

Blaine and Kurt were lying on the grass, enjoying the cool breeze floating across their skin, and the warmth of the sun beating down upon them. Kurt was nervous; as a fair skinned faerie, he was far more susceptible to the sun pains than the tanned Blaine was. Somehow though, Blaine had convinced him to lie down with him.

Kurt sighed. "I don't know. We like it here, but this won't be our permanent home. Someday we'll find one. But until then, we never know when we need to pack up and leave. I don't want to leave though. I like being here with you. It's nice having a friend. Usually, I have to spend all my time learning how to use my powers, and learning incantations with the instructor. He's on the council, and he's a little too fond of the sung incantations. I'd much rather be playing with you though."

Blaine sighed. "I know. But even if you could stay, I would have to leave when autumn comes anyways. I don't want to leave you either, but it's just a part of life. It's change. Like when the leaves turn into a different shade."

Kurt frowned at Blaine. "I hate change. There's too much change in my life. A new home every month, new faeries joining, my mother dying. I'm sick of change. You're the one good change that happened to me."

Blaine's hazel eyes lit up, and he smiled widely at Kurt. Reaching down into the pocket of his trousers, he handed Kurt a bracelet, made of twine and colored clay beads. Strands of pretty grasses were interwoven into the bracelet. Blaine had stayed up late the past few nights, hell bent on finishing the present for his new friend.

"I made this for you." He said softly, handing Kurt the bracelet. The faerie's eyes widened at the gift, and took it gently from Blaine's hands, sliding it around his slim wrist. "It's a bonding bracelet. My nana taught me how to make them. They're a tradition in her culture. It means that as long as you have that, we'll be friends forever!"

The wide bright smile on Kurt's face outshone the very blazing sun above. Quickly, remembering his manners, he lifted a necklace from above his head, and handed it over to Blaine. "Here. I want you to have this. It was my mother's. She was an earth faerie, so I think it will suit you."

Blaine took a closer look at the pretty necklace, and gasped, looking at Kurt in shock. The necklace was stunning, a teardrop emerald, on a golden chain, with five tiny diamonds embedded in the gold. It was clearly a valuable object, even more so, considering it had once belonged to Kurt's mother.

"No, I can't possibly take that!" He cried, his hands held up, shaking his curly head. Kurt frowned, and his expression quickly became affronted.

"Yes, you have to Blaine! It's customary to give a gift in return, when a faerie is given a gift. I accepted yours, now you must accept mine. Besides, you said this bracelet bonds me to you; well this necklace will bond you to me. We'll have to be friends this way. It has faerie powers. But it doesn't work, unless a faerie helps you. Please Blaine, I want you to have the necklace."

Blaine bit his lip. He knew he would have to hide it. Rich though his family might be, this was clearly a faeren made object, and he would have a hard time explaining that one away. Gently, he lifted the pendant from Kurt's elegant fingers, and placed it over his head. No sooner had he tucked the gem underneath his cotton shirt, did another faerie burst through the thicket surrounding Kurt and Blaine, clearly livid.

"K'yur'tea!" Kurt flinched, clearly startled by both the tone, and the use of his faeren name. He swallowed, and looked at the furious faerie, trying to arrange himself so that he was in front of Blaine. But he had no such luck.

"Dad, what are you doing? I thought today was your day for hunting." It seemed that Kurt's vegetarian habits were not shared with the entire faerie clan.

The faerie, Kurt's father, glared at both boys. "I was. And what should I find, but my son, interacting with a human." His mouth twisted, tainting the word 'human', making it into something akin to a disgusting swear word. And to him, it was. Grabbing Kurt by the collar, he yanked him away from Blaine. Pointing a finger at the trembling human boy, he began to shout.

"Kurt, how could you associate yourself with filth like that? Do you know what he is? What his kind have done? Kurt, that is a human! The same species that killed your mother! Do you want to be around his kind?"

Kurt shook, but one glance into Blaine's anguished hazel eyes, and he knew his father was wrong. He loved the man dearly, but that was not true, what he said about Blaine.

"No. No Daddy, not him. Not Blaine. He's human, but that doesn't make him a murderer! He didn't kill Momma, he didn't do any of that stuff, he's my friend!"

Burt glared at his son. How could his son, his perfect, compassionate son, fall for some human trick? His mother had died not six months ago! Was he under some sort of enchantment?

"Kurt, don't you understand? That is exactly what he will grow up to be! He will be a monster! He may look harmless now, but he's doomed to a life of murder and bloodshed! He cannot be your friend, you are a faerie, and he is a human! And we've been discovered, now we have to leave. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you could have put the clan in?"

Kurt hung his head, properly chastised. He hadn't meant to put the clan in danger. He just wanted a friend.

Turning towards Blaine, Burt glowered. "I don't care that you are a youngling. You are still a human, and therefore a threat to us all. You will tell no one about seeing Kurt, or me. I will find out if you lied, so I suggest you don't. Do not search for us, because we will not hesitate to kill you. Whatever foolish notion you had, it won't work. If it was a scheme, it failed. If you thought you had found a friend, you can never be friends with Kurt. Humans and faeries are enemies. It was never meant to be."

And with that, Burt spun around, dragging his miserable son with him, practically disappearing into the wood, leaving a small boy behind, a sinking feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.