Title: On a night of falling stars (I put my wish into my white breath)

Pairing: Blaine/Kurt (as of now. More later on!)

Rating: T (depends on chapter)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Adventure

Summary: Archaeologist Quinn Fabray had discovered a rather bittersweet piece of historical evidence: corpses of a couple who were locked in an embrace. She embarks on a journey to find out what exactly happened 1500 years ago, in the city that was buried 9 ft. deep. Not soon afterwards, her team had uncovered yet another pile of bones: of which was what identified as the body of a long exiled Prince. She investigates further, trying to find out why the Prince's body looked as if it was waiting for someone, and at the same time, uncover the real story in which most history books opted to intentionally forget.

A/N: First time Klaine writer. LOL. Welp. I hope you guys like this. :)

Prologue

They were running for their lives.

Adrenaline rushed through their veins as they sprinted through the dark woods. The moon shone brightly above them, casting an eerie light over the twisted branches of the trees. The distorted silhouettes conjured up false demons, figures that weren't really there, adding paranoia to their already manic senses. Nevertheless it reassured them that no, they weren't safe. Not as long as they keep on running. And so they continued on. Hands clasped tightly together as they ran. Quick pants, loud heartbeats, and the silent shuffling of their feet as it carried them towards an unknown destination filled the deafening silence in the woods.

Suddenly, both of his knees buckled, due to exhaustion and the lack of food and water for almost three days.

"Oof!" A porcelain skinned boy, the taller of the two, lied down the ground, propping himself by his arms rather weakly. It was a futile effort. His whole body was shaking from the strain of holding himself up. He wasn't even a strong person to begin with. He wasn't like him. He was easy to break. Delicate. The scars painted on his body proved that well.

Feeling that his companion's hand slipped away from his, the other boy, the short one with wild curly hair, immediately stopped. Hazel eyes glanced around frantically, heart stopping at the thought that maybe he had been captured. But all worries briefly disappeared when he saw him struggling to get up. His relief transformed into concern. "Kurt, are you okay?" As soon as the question left his mouth, he realized that it was rather stupid of him to ask. Kurt was not okay. A week spent in the dungeons, scarcely being fed with leftovers, and the past three days with a completely empty stomach was taking its toll on him.

"Can you walk?" He approached the now trembling boy.

"Blaine—"Kurt paused, his cerulean eyes shining with restrained tears. 'Go on without me' were the words he wanted to say. The words were on the tip of his tongue. The boy didn't want to be Blaine's burden anymore. He wanted him to be safe. He wanted—

A clamor of angry voices interrupted his train of thoughts. More importantly so, it induced reactions from the both of them. Their backs stiffened. Their stances screamed out caution, and alert, and code red, and get the hell out of there. From a distance, they could see a dozen of little orange blurs. At the same time, they could also see a hazy form of figures slowly making their way through the darkness of the night, fueled by their persistence, determination, disgust—and above all, loathe. Pure hatred for the two most wanted men of their time.

"Blaine", Kurt called again, high and breathless. Fear began to creep into his system. Fear began to grip his whole being.

Instantly, the curly haired boy came to his aid. His whole demeanor softened for a moment, even though he was aware that the villagers were more or less quickly shortening the wide gap he had so strategically placed between them. His arms automatically wrapped themselves around the quivering, lithe, slender form. He buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck and inhaled deeply, trying to imprint Kurt's scent and wear it on his own skin.

This wasn't fair. They didn't do anything wrong. And yet here they were, running for their safety. Everybody they knew, everybody they grew up with—they all turned against them. And the people who stood up for them, they either ended up in the gallows or in the same condition as them, running away from the comfort of the lives they once had. Their dreams thrown away. Their innocence stained. And once again, Blaine couldn't help but blame himself.

He nuzzled into his neck one more time before he pulled back. "Kurt, come on. We need to go." Draping Kurt's arm over his shoulder, he snaked his own arm unto his waist and gingerly helped Kurt up. "I know you're tired. I know you're hungry and cold. But just as soon as we could stay out of their tracks for the night and then we could rest. All right?"

Wordlessly, Kurt nodded.

They continued on, albeit at a much slower pace. The night seemed to drag on longer than usual. But there was a sudden shift in the atmosphere, both of them felt it. And it was what kept them moving too. With Kurt's vulnerability, even with Blaine's strength he couldn't fend for the two of them. Blaine gripped the handle of his sword tightly, praying to all the gods and the deities that just one night, Kurt and he could make it and be able to watch the next sunrise together. Something pulled Blaine out of his thoughts at that exact moment. Instinctively, he gently pushed Kurt down the ground while he narrowly missed the arrow that whizzed by them.

Then, too soon to properly take any action, a short man holding a bow and an arrow trudged just by the little opening from the trees. "There they are!"

Blaine cursed under his breath as he heard Kurt whimper beside him. "Bear with me. I beg you."

Quickly as he could, he tugged at Kurt's arm and led them to the stray path, fully aware of where he was leading them both to. Feeling Kurt's desperate limping, a pang of guilt hit him. If only Blaine had enough strength to carry Kurt in his arms, he would have done so. But stressing that Kurt was injured, then Blaine figured that he should preserve whatever little energy he had left in order to get both of them by.

The pathless road they've been on turned to gravel, sloping downwards, leading them to an open area filled with fallen trunks, some moss, and patches of grass. And beyond that was the vast ocean, reflecting the ink colored sky. They were on the cliff. Blaine and Kurt walked toward the edge, peering at the bottom. It was a silent night. All they could hear were the waves crashing against the rocks. Both men closed their eyes.

It was unmistakable. The sound of the vindictive words all thrown together, and the gradual approach of rapid footsteps fell on their ears. The mob was heading the right direction.

Kurt let out a choked sob.

Slowly, warm liquid hazel eyes turned to the fragile form next to him. Without taking his eyes off of him, he squeezed his hand.

With tear-stained cheeks yet bright blue eyes, Kurt looked at him.

'Courage', Blaine's eyes seemed to say as he squeezed his hand. Not trusting his voice at all, Kurt could only nod and squeeze back in response. They both paused for a moment. From the corner of his eyes, Blaine could make the outline of the horde that was ruthlessly hunting them down in the forest. The little flashes of orange light were his only signal of how close they were getting. And from the looks of it, a few meters apart, they didn't have much time at all.

Realization kicking in, all the emotions Blaine had been trying to swallow down come right back up. All the pain, the hurt, the anxiety, the uncertainty, the fear—he pulled Kurt into his arms and locked him in an affectionate embrace. He buried his face in Kurt's neck, a habit he had developed whenever he just wasn't feeling well. To him, feeling Kurt's skin against his, just by inhaling Kurt's scent, it made him think that whatever he was worrying about was silly. He couldn't help it. Kurt was just magical. Just like that.

"You and I", Blaine intertwined their fingers, "against the world."

That made the younger smile. He pulled back gently, tilted his head, and then kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too", the older answered in a heartbeat.

The steps were getting closer now. They both could see the fire burning from their torches just above the slope. The noise got louder as they finally had their assailants within their reach. It was just a matter of a few seconds now.

"I'm yours, Blaine. Remember that", Kurt whispered, eyes squeezing shut as he felt themselves both subconsciously edge the cliff.

Blaine tightened the grip on his hand. "And I, yours."

"Forever?"

"Forever."

They jumped.

A/N: Lol. Let me think?