Hi Everyone!

Now that I have the last chapters of Behind Closed Doors and Mizzing Puzzle Pieces saved on my computer, I can finally publish this one.

This is not a fairy tale. It's full of sadness, desperation and fear. It's about a world where people can't live in peace, where children born with diseases are torn from their families, where people with disabilities have to die, where people are forced to 'recovery' camps and if they are lucky, they have a chance to get out of that hell – once they proove that they are cured.

Blaine Anderson is a strong man, a true survival and destroyer of the recovery camps who was forced behind those gates by his own parents. Kurt Hummel is just a shy boy from Lima whose father wasn't enough to protect him from the world's cruelty. Even in that hell, they manage to fall in love, and with the help of a few trustworthy people, they start a war against the government to stop them for once and for all.

Blaine usually hated rainy days. When it was cold and dark outside and everything seemed so sad. Not this time, though. Those dark clouds fitted his mood perfectly. He knew he should have spent his last day home with something useful. Going through his belongings, saying goodbye to people who were important for him, everything he wanted to be done before he left, knowing that he wouldn't come back anytime soon. If ever…

His parents were pretty sure that Blaine would be back home soon, once he was 'cured' from his non-existent illness. Being gay, that was why he was forced to leave and locked up in hell until he changed. He knew that it wouldn't happen. He had seen people coming back from that camp, acting like they were healed, ready to live their lives like they were supposed to. But Blaine also knew the truth, that it was all fake, the only way to escape that horrible place. At least people like him had a chance to survive. Not everyone was that lucky. He had heard too many stories from his father to know what was going on in those camps. Children born with different diseases, people injured in accidents, they were all meant to die. That was how their world worked.

When Blaine had heard about the camps a few years earlier, he believed that it was just a bad joke. Locking up people in camps, forcing them to change had seemed unbelievable. This couldn't happen in the 21th century, right? But as time had passed and people had started to disappear from Blaine's school and neighbourhood, he realized how real it was. And now here he was, ready to leave the place where he had grown up, ready to enter those gates and go through his own hell.

Was he ready? No, not at all. He didn't believe that people should be changed at all or killed for being different. Unfortunately, his parents did. Once they had found out about Blaine's 'sickness', his father had reported it immediately. Blaine was quite disappointed. Although he knew that he didn't mean much for his parents, he had believed that they loved him enough not to send him to that camp. But he had been wrong. Two days later, here he was, waiting for the black car to take him.

"You will be back in no time" his mother said reassuringly.

But she was wrong. Blaine knew that he couldn't be changed, he couldn't be cured because he wasn't sick. He was just a regular boy who loved boys, there was nothing wrong in it. Too bad his parents couldn't understand that.

Somebody shouted downstairs and Blaine heard something shatter. He didn't care. It didn't matter anymore.

"Cooper, you have to understand…"

"This is crazy, mother!"

Blaine smiled sadly. He and Cooper had never been good brothers, thanks to the huge age gap between them, but his brother was surprisingly protective over him since he had learnt the news from their parents. He had gotten home from LA that day and since he had arrived, he tried to change their father's mind. Unfortunately, John Anderson was a stubborn man. Cooper could threaten him, yell at him, destroy the whole house, their father would never change his mind.

"This is the best for him" Blaine heard his mother.

"Are you out of your mind? You know exactly what happens in those camps" Cooper shouted.

Of course they did. But they didn't care.

Blaine sighed and turned back to the window. He didn't know how those camps looked like from the inside. Maybe he would be locked up in a small, dark room for the rest of his life. Maybe he wouldn't see the sunlight or the rain anymore. He wanted to enjoy these remaining moments of his free life as long as he could.

"Blaine?"

Blaine pressed his eyes closed as his mother stepped inside.

"It's time?" he asked quietly.

"You know we only want the best for you" his mother said.

"No, mother" Blaine said. "You can't deal with the shame that your son is a fag. You don't care about me at all. You would be happy if I died in that camp."

"Don't say that!" his mother hissed. "We love you. We want you to heal."

"Let me tell you something, mother" Blaine said as he stepped close to his mom. "I'm not sick. I'm not a freak. I'm not any worse than you just because I love boys."

"You are a boy, Blaine" his mother said gently. "You are supposed to love girls."

Blaine shook his head. This was pointless. He grabbed his bag from the bed and walked to the door.

"Don't you give me a hug before you leave?" his mother asked.

"No" Blaine said shortly. She didn't deserve one.

He walked downstairs where Cooper was still fighting with their father. Blaine shook his head as he watched them. Cooper was usually the good kid, he never said no to their dad but now he looked like he was ready to punch the other man. Blaine stepped to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm leaving, Cooper" Blaine said gently.

"No, you aren't" Cooper said. "I will find a solution. I will take you with me, I will help you leave the states…"

"Coop, it's okay" Blaine whispered. "I don't want you to get involved. You know what they do to people hiding my kind."

"Your kind" Cooper repeated, shaking his head. They agreed in one thing: locking people up for being different was a completely crazy idea. It didn't mean they could change anything.

"Take care of yourself" Blaine said as he pulled his brother into a hug.

"Blaine, don't go" Cooper said.

"I don't have a choice" Blaine said as he pulled away, glancing at his father. John had had a chance to save his son from this but he hadn't done anything. "Bye, Coop."

Cooper didn't leave his side until Blaine stepped through the front door, completely ignoring his father. Just like his mother, he didn't deserve a goodbye.

Cooper tried to pull him back one more time but there were two men standing outside, already waiting for Blaine. The boy glanced at the car behind him, unable to suppress a snort of disgust. The black car he had heard about so many times.

"Blaine Anderson?" one man asked.

"That's me" Blaine said.

"Get in the car" the other man said.

Blaine glanced at the gun hidden under his jacket, not that it was hidden too well. He didn't expect anything else, these guys were here to take him to his prison, just like a criminal. He nodded and hastily walked to the car. Although he was pretty sure that he wouldn't let these people 'cure' him, he didn't want to die either.

"Blaine!" Cooper called after him.

Blaine turned back before he could get onto the backseat of the car.

"I will bring you home" Cooper said.

Blaine smiled sadly.

"No, you won't" he said. "Not until you make them change the laws. Because I won't let them turn me into a puppet."

Cooper sighed sadly. It wasn't like he didn't agree with Blaine but saying such things in front of these guys… it was clearly dangerous.

"I will get you out of there" Cooper promised him before Blaine disappeared in the car. "I swear, Blaine. Whatever I need to do, I will free you from that place. Just hold on, little brother."

Blaine nodded. It was his plan after all. He wasn't that type who broke easily, especially when it was about something that important. He would find a way to not only get out of that hell but also change the laws, so people could live freely just like before. And it already looked like he had one person on his side.