This is very AU but definitely a Kurt and Blaine story. See you in the bottom!
Warnings : Minor curse words, nothing too strong. And also, a weird imaginative mind lies ahead.
Disclaimer : I do not own Glee or anything you might recognize.
An anchor is a soul from another planet that has taken the action of becoming inserted in a human being, where they would be able to interact as humans have for centuries. When Earth had reached its boiling point, intruders from the outside world had re-located to our planet to start an era of prosperity and ever-lasting peace. Humans that have not undergone the keeping transaction sheltered themselves away from civilization, whether it be an underground or cavern shelter. It is rumored that they are slowly (but surely) growing in order to regain the planet that was once in their possession. For the time being, they lurk in the shadows of the foreign invaders.
The anchors lived how humans have lived, continuing the legacy of passing life. They were not that different from past inhabitants; they were still human, although their soul may not be. No drastic measures have taken place – they simply worked, lived, and loved. The only difference to their being was of the faint, jagged scar on the inside of their wrists, a mark from the transaction process.
Anchors inhabited the Earth and it didn't seem as if they had the intention of going anywhere.
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Blaine awoke with a kick to his side – whoever had done it hadn't bothered to do it with caution. He instinctively reached for his small pocket knife under his pillow but found nothing. "Blaine, wake the hell up! Jonah called in a code red," a voice commanded.
Blaine felt a fist grasp the collar of his shirt and he was lifted off of the dirt floor. He recognized the voice to belong to Wes – one of the more advanced of the chasers. "Someone wake him up!"
"C'mon Blaine – we need you to stay awake. I think it's actually serious. Wes' vain is popping out again and Thad isn't even bothering to point that out," a deep voice whispered in Blaine's ear. Leave it to Nick to always find a sense of humor in such a situation. Blaine was practically being dragged across the cavernous enclosure by Nick and Jeff – the two of the three less experienced chasers, Blaine being the final.
He managed to squint and could make out at least six other figures moving silently in the dark. The entire assembly of chasers were present. "Nick, what's going on?" Blaine whispered while they maneuvered stealthily amongst the sleeping inhabitants of the camps. If one of them was unfortunate to wake, the chaos that would follow soon after wouldn't be something even seven boys could handle.
Nick let go of Blaine's arm once he had spoken. The brunette brought a finger to his lips and whispered, "Not now, Blaine. We don't know who could be awake. Wes will explain everything to us once we reach the clearing." His mouth was set in a grim line.
"Wait, so you don't know what's happening?" Blaine rubbed his hand across his face in an effort to become more alert. This just didn't make any sense.
This time, Jeff was the one who voiced Nick's answer. "Anderson, do you really think Wes is going to tell the junior chasers what's going on? All we know is that Jonah called in a code red and Wes is freaking the hell out... it has to be serious if every single member is awake." The boy had a point. If there had been a threat to the camp, the last to know would be the junior chasers. Blaine wouldn't have blamed them – he failed when it came to the actual capture and Jeff and Nick were the rowdiest ones of the boys.
After what seemed like a few minutes, they reached the hollow clearing – Blaine's least favorite location. The clearing led to a narrow pathway that had limited amount of air. There was no freedom; it was just darkness that felt as if it was slowly sucking the life out of you.
"Wes, why the hell did you wake us up?" Jeff had asked, his voice echoing against the walls. "Is it something not even your expertise can handle alone?" The sarcastic comment caused others to glare at him.
Wes shook his head before running his hand against the wall. "It's ... it's something we all should know. Jonah told me about it ... just stop talking and help me look for the key," he instructed the others. With the very dim light of the clearing, it was impossible to see anything within three feet away, but Wes had seemed adamant.
"Wait, what key?" Nick piped up. He curiously looked at the other members, who seemed to be feeling the walls around them. "Have you all gone crazy?"
The information seemed strange to the three junior chasers; it wasn't necessary for them to know what went beyond patrolling the halls, which was nearly always their job.
"I found it!" David called out, prompting the boys to turn to his direction. He held a metal, medium-sized key in his hand before tossing it to Wes.
Wes led the boys to the opposite direction – away from the narrow paths. Blaine's curiosity was piqued; he had never been this way before and from the looks of it, neither had Jeff or Nick. "What the hell?" Nick murmured silently while they followed the small group of boys. "Are you planning on castrating us? We didn't mean to let Rose out to the kitchen – she practically seduced Jeff!"
"Shut up, Nicholas!" Wes barked. They reached the end of the pathway and were faced with a tall rock pile that reached up to the ceiling of the cave. Wes turned to the wooden door located by the side of the rocks and inserted the concealed key. He opened the door and commanded, "Get in and make sure the door is closed."
Blaine and the others walked into the room slowly. The inside looked like any normal room in the camp – caved and filled with dirt. It held a round table surrounded by six chairs, a map pinned to the wall, and a desk covered in documents.
"So this is their little secret meeting place," Jeff whispered to Nick and Blaine. "I've always wanted to know where they were when they were planning to kill the damn anchors."
"Touchy subject, Jeffery – not now." David warned next to him.
Blaine's attention drifted on to another man in the room. It was Jonah, the honorary leader of the only human encampment located in the northern United States. He was not a day over thirty but the others wanted him to be the leader because of his expertise. Jonah was a pretty easy-going man, although the stoic expression planted on his ever smiling face gave Blaine the chills. "Gentlemen, I must instruct you to look to your left and tell me what you see," he said quietly.
The boys followed his instructions hesitantly. There was a cot in the far left corner that held an occupant, a boy the looked their age. He was just sitting there with his hands folded in his lap (Blaine figured it was because of the handcuffs that were locked in place). The little amount of light from the room emphasized the unusually pale skin the boy had, along with a frightened look on his face to match.
"I don't understand ... is he a trespasser?" Trent voiced aloud while some of the boys looked to Jonah for his reaction.
"No." Nick surprised the others with the serious tone he had spoken with. "He's an anchor." This time every single boy had tensed slightly. Blaine was just silent; this was his first experience with an anchor. He didn't expect them to look so ... normal.
Jonah walked to a chair that was placed a mere foot away from the boy. The chasers took it as a sign to move closer. "Now, what is your human name and how did you come by this place? Did someone send you?"
"I'll only answer if you don't spit out question after question," the boy said, uninterested. He looked less frightened now while the chasers crowded around the cot. Blaine noticed how his blue (or were they green?) eyes sparked with what looked like hatred.
Thad bristled with anger and almost made a move as if to yell at the boy had it not been for Jonah, who held up a silencing hand. "It's disrespectful, Jonah. Does it not know that we have the power to kill it?" Thad was always the more violent of the chasers.
Jonah ignored Thad's outburst and the boy's, "Oh, bite me," comment. Instead he looked at the handcuffs on the boy's hands. "Are they chafing your skin?"
The boy raised an eyebrow. "Was that a threat?" Jeff chuckled silently beside Blaine, prompting Nick to elbow him deep in the stomach. The boy's attention turned towards them and his eyes met Blaine's. Not really knowing what to do, Blaine just smiled apologetically at Jeff's behavior. The boy (or anchor) turned away curiously. "Why are they here?" He gestured to the rest of the boys.
Jonah looked at the group. "They are chasers and they are here on my call."
The boy let out an airy laugh, as if Jonah had just told him the joke of the day. "So you want them here to protect you if I kill you? –"
"You won't." Thad growled.
"I don't think it's fair to them. Half of them look like they are about to collapse just with the mere sight of me," the boy continued as if Thad had not interrupted. "Rest assured I won't be doing anything damaging to you so you can tell your pitbull here to back off." He gestured to Thad lazily. That time, Jeff didn't even bother to hide his chuckle.
Jonah sighed and said, "I need you to answer some questions – just a few. Then we'll let you rest and figure out what to do later, alright? The chasers are here to do what they do best – protect. Not so much you from me, but you from the rest of the humans living in this camp."
"Wait, so we're called to protect that thing?" Thad pointed to the boy as if no one had already registered that fact.
"Thaddeus please stop interjecting and listen. This is an order," Jonah commanded firmly before turning to the slightly bemused anchor. "Now what is your human name?"
"It's not my human name. I was born with a name, like you and all of your chasers here. My name is Kurt."
Jonah nodded, "And what is your last name?"
Kurt sighed and said, "I do not think that is a relevant matter." He took a pause before continuing, "My name is Kurt Hummel and I am a student in Lima, Ohio. I live with my father and I came across this mountain while I was hiking with my step-brother and his girlfriend. I was separated from them so I began to search for them. Then someone knocked me down and I woke up here ... in handcuffs. Kind of kinky, don't you think?"
Jeff guffawed while several boys tittered silently, Blaine being one of them. Jonah looked as if he was trying not to crack a smile. Only Thad and Trent seemed not to be amused. "Alright Kurt. We have to ask you to stay here –"
"Of course you will," Kurt interrupted.
"We do not know if you are telling the truth so we will have to keep you in a spare room. We need to send out a search party to confirm your family is here. We cannot assume you are telling the truth – we have a family to protect," Jonah said in an authoritative tone.
Kurt looked Jonah straight in the eye. It looked so intense that Blaine had to avert his eyes from the interaction. He caught the single sentence that Kurt had silently muttered. "I have a family, too."
Hello, this is Francesca! :) If you have reached this point, I thank you warmly. Please leave a review if you have any questions or suggestions for the next chapter.
Until next time!
- Cesca
