Based off the Christina Perri song. Imagine if you were reincarnated over an over again and got a second, third, forth, and so on chance with your true love?

Myself nor my co-writer own anything. This is strictly for the pleasure of writing Kurtbastian. All we own are our computers, some fancy jewelry, and cats. Lots, and lots of cats.

Sebastian = Suri. Kurt = Kurin. Burt = Burton. Finn = Fabius. Rachel = Ravian. Blaine = Bay. Tina = Tean. and Dave Karofsky = Karoff.

Enjoy!


It was a fine day in Athens when King Burton announced the engagement between his only son, Kurin, and the princess of Volos. The marriage would unite the city-states, making a stronger and better Greece. The townspeople rejoiced at the thought of the crowned prince's wedding, for he surely would be a great leader. Kurin was strong and true, and cared for not only his people, but his city-state as well. He knew what was right and wrong and when the time came for time to rule; there would be many good years under his watchful eye.

The wedding would take place in less than a fortnight - more or less given the days it took for the princess and her servants to arrive. While the royal family was celebrating the betrothed, there seemed to be one who was not ready and willing for the marriage to take place, and that was the prince himself. Though Kurin cared for the princess, and found her to be very good company, despite her quick talking and constantly insisting that she must have the last word, he found no attraction and did not wish to carry on the engagement. The prince spoke to his father about this numerous times and insisted to hand the marriage off to his step-brother, whose heart did seem to hold a candle to the princess.

The king refused, though, it. Fabius was not Burton's biological son, rather the one he gained during his second marriage, and though he was well equipped, he could not take the thrown. The king was persistent, stating his city needed him and that Kurin was the only one suitable to rule. Kurin, though heart-broken, was forced to do as his father wished. He swore he was not marrying for himself, but rather his people, who needed him more than he needed himself.

It seemed all was lost for the young prince until an angel in armor came to his rescue. Walking straight into the kingdom with his head held high, Suri, a soldier who worked beneath Fabius, approached the royal table during their final meal of the evening.

"Is there word from Volo?" The king questioned.

Suri lifted himself off his knee after bowing, and stood up straight, his height almost matching Fabius' as they stood side by side. Another soldier, Bay, stood with them as well, though his height beckoned against the others. "No, Your Highness." He replied.

"Then what is it that you are doing here? Surely you have interrupted our feast for a reason."

"Yes, Your Highness." Stepping forward, Suri placed his forearm over his chest, crossing it over his metal shield. "I, Sir Suri of Athens, have come to offer my services and my hand to prince Kurin, in exchange of the wedding between the crowned prince and princess Ravian, not to take place."

Gasps arose throughout the room, and Prince Kurin, who had been sitting alongside his step-mother, stared with awe as the soldier's words. The king, however, refused to waver. "What do you have to offer, solider?" He asked, giving the solider the attention he wished to have.

"Myself, Your Highness." Suri informed him. "I am the most skilled warrior. My tactics are used to win your wars and not once have I lost a battle. The crowned prince needs a protector, Your Highness. Not a wife. If you give him to me, surely all will remain well in Athens."

Suri's gaze moved from the kings to look at Kurin. Oh, the amount of times he had looked into those magnificent sky eyes and prayed to the heavens he could get lost in them. Kurin was the one to break their contact, as he looked across to his father, whose expression has yet to show appeal or displeasure from Suri's offering. "Father?" He spoke finally, hoping he would be able to get a word in on this. He did not, which he figured as much.

"What is the meaning of this, Fabius?" The Kind finally questioned.

His step-son moved forward, "With respect, father, Suri merely wishes to show you another option." He explained.

"And what makes you think you have what it takes to rule with my son?" He asked, looking to Suri, "He is not just some puppet prince, solider. He is smarter than most think and stronger than he is willing to show. I am unable to seek out a reason to agree to this notion."

"You love your son, do you not? You wish for him to rule as strongly as you have, yes? I can help him." Suri insisted, "I shall protect him and watch over him. I will follow in his lead and give him all he could ever want for. I can make him happy, Your Highness. More so than any princess ever could."

"There would be no heir." King Burton scoffed, "How could he rule without producing a legitimate heir?"

"Father, I wish to take his offer." Kurin spoke. All eyes fell upon the prince, with mouths ajar and eyes wide. All except for the king, whose eyes were narrowed at the thought of his son being persuaded by such a weak bargain. "Suri has everything any king would want by his side while he ruled. He's smart and knows how to fight. He would assess greatly when war came and could even possible help us break down the walls on rival city states."

"There would be no heir!" King Burton shouted, his hand slamming down onto the table, causing the plates and such to jump.

"Then I shall marry princess Ravian!" Kurin called to him. "I shall marry and have the heir you wish to possess, but Suri shall serve with me."

"I forbid it." The king waved him off. No one was fit to serve with a king other than a queen. It just was not done. Skilled soldier or not, Suri was not of noble title, therefore he shall not rule.

"I am the prince, am I not? I could very well leave my title, father. It would be very simple. I could just walk out and not look back."

"You would never!"

"But I could. Is that what you want, father?" Kurin questioned his voice level and sure. He did not wish to leave his city, but for once he wanted to make his own decision. He was the prince, after all. Why did he have to wait until he was king to be able to speak his mind? He allowed Fabius to go off and be with whoever he wished (despite the fact he wanted Ravian), so why could he not allow Kurin to do the same?

King Burton was silent for what seemed like ages. Surely he would not allow Kurin to just walk out without another word. No, he loved his son too much to lose him, and he knew how important it was for him to rule. It was a royal secret that the King's health had been declining and who knew how much longer he would remain on his thrown, which inevitably lead to him wanting Kurin to rule as soon as possible and produce a healthily heir, all before it was Burton's time to walk into the darkness. He needed to know his city-state was being taken care of and would be for a long while.

When he finally spoke, it was low, almost a whisper. "If you wish it, my son." He told Kurin. Turning his attention back to Suri, the king sat straight, his eyes narrowing once more, "If you wish for my son's hand, you shall have to fight for it. You shall have tasks, Sir Suri. Three incredibly hard tasks and if you pass them, then Kurin is yours. With your skill, I'm sure they will come in as second nature. But if you do not succeed, well at least we had a good show."

"Father?" Kurin turned, his eyes wide.

Before his son or the solider could speak again, King Burton slammed his hand onto the table, "They shall start in the morn. You have a night to rest, Sir Suri. I suggest you use it wisely."

"Yes, Your Highness." Suri answered with a nod, his eyes drifting over to Kurin.

"You are dismissed. Fabius, take him to his chambers."

"Yes, father." Fabius replied. Placing a hand upon Suri's shoulder, he turned the solider around and walked him out of the room. Kurin remained silent, even as his family continued on with their meal. Sitting back, he brought his goblet to his mouth, though he did not sip. This was not going to be good.


It was not until much later when Kurin escape from his chambers and roam the halls until he came upon the soldier's station. King Burton had felt better knowing his army was close by, which allowed Kurin and Suri to remain close during the years. Neither could explain when the attachment happened. It just did. It was one of those things that happened when the stars aligned and crossed, allowing anything to happen. It was silly, of course, but Kurin trusted the stars. They never failed him before, so when it came to whom his heart belonged to, why shouldn't he follow then as well?

Moving swiftly through the passageway, Kurin made his way to Suri's chamber. It was the last one at the end of the corridor, which made it easier to sneak in and out of. Entering the room, Kurin looked around, but saw nothing. The bed was empty and the candle stick was unlit. Kurin thought for a moment that Suri could possibly be training or even out for a walk, but his throats were cut short by a quiet, yet rough voice.

"Is it not late for you, Your Highness?"

Kurin turned and looked to where the voice came from. Pushing himself away from the wall, Suri left the shadows, moving closer until his face was visible in the candle light. His green eyes seemed to sparkle in a way that Kurin never understood, nor questioned either. "Should you not be in bed? We have a big day coming up."

Kurin shook his head, emotion coming over him suddenly. Though he could not show it before, in front of his family, he was alone now and refused to hold it in any longer. "You are a fool." He cursed Suri.

Suri merely smiled at his words. "A fool for you, Your Highness." He replied gently.

Stepping forward, Kurin placed a hand upon Suri's cheek, cupping it. Their height difference was slight, but it was something Kurin took to heart. Although he was not the shortest of the land (unlike Bay), he enjoyed being the smaller one compared to Suri. It reminded him how much of a protector Suri really was. "You have no idea what my father will put you through. You could be killed."

"I am a skilled marksmen, Kurin. Stronger than any other soldier and wiser as well. There is nothing your father could make me up against that I would not come out victorious."

"But what if you are not?"

"I will be." He insisted.

Kurin sighed at this. Why or why did he have to be so very ambitious? Not everything worked out; Kurt found that out the hard way. Not only did he have to watch his own mother perish, but he was also being sentenced to marry a woman he did not care for. Why did Suri have to make it even worse? "Why must you be so sure? If you die, I will be left with nothing! Damn you, Suri!"

Suri, who had been listening to the prince's rant, slowly brought his hand to the boy's mouth, pressing two fingers against his delicate lips. "My treasure, do not be afraid." He told him quietly. "Look into my eyes, Kurin and you will see the truth. I shall win those tasks, my prince. And I will win them for you."

Kurin shook his head. Oh damn the stars that brought him to this man. The pain he would go through if he did not last was not worth the happiness he would contain if he survived them all. He would rather marry Ravian than have to watch the one he truly loves suffer. Crying out, Kurin threw himself to Suri, his candle crashing to the floor, burning out in the process. The soldier held him tight, his hands running down his back as he whispered sweet words into his ear, promising him a good future. "It will be alright, Kurin. It will be alright." He murmured over and over again, and slowly, Kurin began to believe it. It was that or nothing, really.


By the next morning, the entire population of Athens had shown up to see Sir Suri fight for Prince Kurin's hand. It would truly be a wonderful show, no matter what the outcome. Sitting upon his thrown, surrounded by his wife, step-son, and the prince, King Burton called out, "Let us begin!", signifying the start of the task.

The first task was about speed. Suri was to run across six thousand ninety six millimeters of steaming hot coal without any protection on his feet. Kurin mentioned this would cause too much pain for him, but King Burton simply shushed him and went back to watching. Taking a long breathe, Suri looked up to Kurin. Bringing two fingers to his lips, he kissed against them before blowing away the kiss and turning towards the coal. Sprinting with all his might, Suri darted across the coal line, not stopping once until he was at the very end. The crowd cheered for him while King Burton watched with disproval.

The second task was about intelligence. The king had given him several different shaped rocks and he was to create a barrier with them. Any normal man would not be able to do it (the task itself baffled Fabius) and Kurin once again said this was unfair. But Suri was cleverer than the king believed. Taking the bigger rocks, he placed them along the bottom, all while stacking the smaller rocks upon them. Within moments the barrier was created and the crowd shouted with glee.

The final task was about strength. King Burton was sure this would be the hardest task of them all – placing him in the arena with his pet lion, Tean. She was the strongest female lioness of them all and King Burton had fed her well. Giving him only a spear, he set the girl free. It was a wild chase. He had fight many battles, though never with a lioness. Unlike many of the soldiers, he did not enjoy the killing of the enemy, but if it got the job done, there was no other way around it.

Moving forward, Suri held the spear up high as he charged at the beast. He could hear her growling and see her paws flying up, though he moved his hands just as quick. Shoving the spear forward, he pressed it deep inside her until her eyes turned black. Stumbling over her weight, Suri fell backwards as Tean collapsed upon her. The crowd was silent as they waited for the next movement. Both King Burton and Kurin held their breaths as they waited to see the champion. As sure as the tale of stars themselves, Suri pulled himself self to his feet after pushing the lioness, now dead and bleeding, off his body. As he looked to the people around him, Suri held up his arms, screaming "Victory!"

The crowd went absolutely wild for him, cheering and chanting his name. The arena was filled with a joyful sound and a wave of people jumped up and down as they called for him. Kurin was in tears as he watched from afar. He clapped for his beloved, proud to know he had done all that for him and now they had what they wanted.

At least that's what he thought until his father made the next move. "What a performance." He said dryly, looking to his wife, his lips quirked upwards wickedly. "Thank the Gods I have another lion." He mused before turning to his guard.

Moments later, while everyone was still cheering with bliss and pride, the far gates slowly began to open. The noise was cut short as the King's most favorite pet, the vicious lion Karoff, slowly entered the arena. He had been taken from the wild and used as King Burtin's most prized possession. He fed him all that he could eat, whether it was live cattle or even the bones from his enemies. This week, however, he cut his food in short, in hopes of starving him out to use him to his advantage. Who knew he'd be able to do it so soon?

Kurin, whose eyes were locked with Suri's down below, did not notice the beast until he made his target. "Suri! Look out!" He shouted, pushing himself towards the edge of the balcony.

Hearing his lover's words, Suri turned to look behind him but it was too late. Before he could even reach for his spear, Karoff attacked, bringing him down with a jolt. Karoff's claws and teeth began digging into the young man's flesh, tearing him limb from limb, while the people just stood and stared. The only one who seemed to be enjoying the moment was King Burton, who couldn't seem to contain his laughter.

"Father, how could you?" Kurtin shouted, painful tears running down the side of his face.

"It was all in good fun!" King Burton waved him off. "His task was to fight a lion. The lioness was merely a beginner."

"Murderer!" The prince shouted.

"You shall hold your tongue around me!" Kung Burton warned. "He had his chance and he failed. His instincts were not enough to keep him alive. How was he to protect you when he could not even tell if there was a lion stalking?" The king questioned. Kurin stared at him with pain filled eyes, his head shaking slightly. "He was a failure, my son. No use in dreading over it."

Turning back, King Burton watched at his pet, who had just finished off the remains of the solider, slowly went back to his cage. Sighing, he looked to his wife. "Come. Let us go on with our day. At least we were given a good show." Taking her hand, the king led his queen out of the balcony. Fabius, who had remained silent during it all, gave his step-brother a woeful look before retreating as well.

Pushing away from his seat, Kurin rushed down off the balcony until he was on the ground and in the arena. He knew very well Karoff could come back, though he truly did not care. If he was to be mauled as well, then so be it. Walking sheepishly to the remains, he saw that though his chest was ripped open and nearly all limbs pulled off, Suri's face was left unharmed. He was still beautiful, even after death. Kneeling on the ground, the young prince pulled his dead lover to him and held him at the tears fell from his face onto the one below him as he cried over his loss. He remained there for the remainder of the day, just holding his lover as the beast watched from afar, silently wishing he too had been taken. As the stars covered them, Kurin looked up, blinking away his tears. Soon, he silently promised. Soon the stars will be right again.