AUTHOR'S NOTE: Collaboration with Sarah (Sarah's Heart Of Flames).
Genre: Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Romance - A Klaine story
Rating: M for sexual content, mild language and graphic violence

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Chapter 1

Kurt could barely keep his eyes open, his head slumped on the desk, his eye lids threatening to drop as the voice of his history teacher went on and on but he was one-hundred percent sure that nobody else was paying much attention either.

Before Kurt could enter into the peaceful world of dreams and sleep, he felt someone prod him at his back sharply and he yelped, glancing at the teacher but she didn't look like she heard, before glaring at his friend Wilhelm, behind him, mouthing an angry 'what'. He tore a piece of paper from his notebook and Kurt rolled his eyes, irritated with his friend's constant cruel jokes about the teacher.

Wilhelm folded the paper into an aeroplane and he blew it to Kurt's table. Kurt caught it, flickering his eyes at the teacher to see if she noticed, before unfolding the paper and his jaw dropped open at the sight of the note.

History is for fucking idiots and only a pure moron would be addicted to this fucking crap. Like the teacher. She's a fucking cunt.

Now, that was going too far - despite the history teacher's ability to send him to sleep, he always respected her; and Wilhelm's joke was too much this time. He slammed the note on his desk furiously. "Wilhelm!" he snapped, surprising his friend. "What the fuck is your problem?"

The class silenced immediately, well, even more silent than before, and the hot blood rushed to Kurt's cheeks as he felt the entire class staring at him.

"Well boys, what is going on here?" said a bored voice. Kurt, unable to speak, turned around and saw their history teacher, with her arms folded; staring at them with her eyebrows raised. She took the note and read it, Kurt could see as she read it, her cheeks became red. She looked very furious.

"Well, now. You two; To the principal's office. Now!" she ordered. Kurt tried to protest, it wasn't him who wrote it, but the words seemed to be glued in his mouth. Wilhelm, with an evil grin at the teacher, slowly stood up from his seat.

"Alright, missy-" he said, "But what I said is true." he cackled evilly and strode proudly out of the class. Kurt, still dazed and speechless, followed him. His heart thumping fast.

At the principal's office, Kurt tried his best to explain the situation to the strict principal and history teacher, who was staring at him unbelievingly. It didn't help Kurt that Wilhelm was merely laying back on the chair, cleaning his fingernails. After explaining, the principal laid back in his chair and started thinking. Kurt felt his heart in his chest, he was waiting for his verdict.

"Okay, boys. I'll let this go, with a warning. As you did not do anything wrong." said the principal, wagging his finger at Kurt. The history teacher, with her arms still folded, did not say a word at all. Kurt felt relieved at the principal's decision, as he didn't want his father involved in this at all.

"What was your problem?" he hissed angrily at Wilhelm after school, while they were walking back home. He shrugged and flashed a small wink at Kurt.

"Aww, come on, it was just a joke.." he said, laying his back against the wall, "Come on, you're my best friend. You should understand that."

"But you could've gotten us detention or expelled! We're just lucky that the principal didn't call our parents!" snapped Kurt, anger rushing through his body.

"Chill, will you? It won't happen again." said Wilhelm, he then held up his hand, "Promise." he added, smiling.

"Alright," said Kurt, resigning, he then sighed loudly, "At least we weren't in trouble." he did not quite forgive his friend yet.. He did got them in trouble. He was about to say that, but he got interrupted by something that caught his eye in the alleyway. It was a man staring at them, but there was something about that man that was strange. Bizarre.

"Hey, did you see that?" he asked Wilhelm. Wilhelm lazily looked at the direction Kurt was pointing.

"Nope. Maybe it was the wind or something."

But Kurt could not shake it off. There was something there, and it seems to be calling him. "No, there was something there, all right." he insisted. He then ran forward, ignoring Wilhelm's stammering.

"Wait, KURT!" he yelled. But Kurt kept on running, ignoring the pain in his legs or the fact he was out of breath. He did not notice his surroundings when something inside him, a voice of authority told him to just stop. He immediately obeyed that voice. He noticed he was standing in front of a bunch of ruins. Wilhelm was panting, out of breath, to catch up to him.

"Dude, don't ever do that again!" he said, panting while wiping sweat of his forehead.

"Dudee-" he said, looking at the ruins. He then strode forward and touched the huge wooden doors with his fingers. The door was etched with markings that Kurt couldn't make out.

"We should totally explore it. I mean how many ruins do you see in Ohio?" said Wilhelm.

"No-!" protested Kurt, "It could be dangerous!"

"Please-" bragged Wilhelm, "I have been taught in Engineering. I can tell whether its stable or not." He then pushed the gigantic doors open effortlessly. It swung open with a huge creak which made Kurt's blood turn cold.

"Ladies first.." joked Wilhelm, bowing to Kurt like a butler. They then entered the ruins cautiously. Every step they took creaked, threatening to break. The inside of the ruins were caked with spider-webs, but all of it was filled with the same markings on the door. They then saw something that took Kurt's breath away. It was a gigantic blue crystal suspended in the centre of the giant hall. It was emitting a light blue glow and it also made the room freezing cold. Kurt could tell most of the place was in ice. But it wasn't melting.

He was speechless, in front of the crystal was a panel as well, with two holes that could fit Kurt's hand.

"Aww, cool!" said Wilhelm, who was reading the markings, "These markings are Ancient Runes! But what are they doing in America?" he studied the runes, Kurt knew he could read them as he was a bit of a nerd.

"This is some sort of game.." he started to explain, "To enter, you must offer a sacrifice- Blood."

"Blood!" said Kurt disbelievingly.

"Yep, see those two holes in front of the crystal. You just have to put your hand in there to enter the game. This would be so cool." he added, staring longingly at the holes.

"Wilhelm! We don't even know what it'll do!" said Kurt.

"We can't do anything! Since we entered here, there's no way out unless you enter the game. If you want to be disintegrated by the crystal or freeze to death with your soul wandering the Earth forever; its fine with me! But this is a chance of a lifetime!" Wilhelm then walked forward and confidentially placed his hands inside the giant hole. Kurt was a little hesitant. But he has no choice, he would freeze to death and nobody would save him- Or his soul. He staggered forward and slowly placed his hand inside.

A soft hum swept across the room. It was getting louder by the minute, scaring Kurt. He then felt a searing pain in his left arm, the one which he placed inside the hole. He then tried yanking out his arm, screaming in fear. It got more painful by the minute, as though someone was sawing his arm. Finally, the humming stopped and Kurt managed to yank his arm free. It looked horrible, filled with scratches and wounds.

Kurt clutched his arm, trying to stop the pain. He could see Wilhelm doing the same as well. He could see his hand sealing up, healing the wounds very fast. He couldn't believe his eyes, no wound would seal up that quickly. He wiggled his fingers, they didn't hurt anymore.

Suddenly, Wilhelm was sucked into one of the door in the giant hall. "HELP ME!" he shrieked. Kurt kept yelling his name in desperation. He then saw the door opened, and a strong gust of wind violently pulled towards the door. The last thing Kurt saw was the ground before all turned black.

Kurt came around for what seems like hours. The ground felt hard and sandy, he could feel his face being smeared with dirt. The sun was burning his back. It wasn't cold, instead it felt very warm. He slowly opened his eyes and got up. He placed his hand over his head, as his head kept ringing. His memories vaguely flashing before his eyes.

Somehow the scene looked more vivid, and his senses seem to be magnified. He swear he could smell the grass and flowers from afar. His hearing too became stronger, as he looked around he seem to find himself in the middle of the forest. Where am I? he thought.

He could hear someone coming, he spun around and saw a carriage coming towards his way. He stopped and waved his hand. The carriage stopped next to him, as the driver stared at him, "May I help you there, good sir?" he asked politely. Kurt didn't even noticed he could understand the man perfectly.

"Ermm, yeah, where am I?" The man gave a hearty laugh, "Well, my dear boy! You are in Rome!"

"ROME!" said Kurt, almost yelling. Why did this stupid game made him go this far! "Who's the emperor!" he questioned the man, who looked puzzled at him.

"Why, our beloved emperor is Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus.." he replied.

Kurt almost yelled in shock, Caligula! As much as he hated history, he knew a little about the Roman senate. Much more, Caligula. Which means, he calculated, he could place his timeline in at least 38 AD.

"Hey, you mind if you take me to Rome?" he asked the man. He merely shrugged and moved to the side to allow Kurt to squeeze in.

"I can do that." he replied. They then continued their way towards Rome.

The carriage stopped in front of the Roman gates. Kurt bid the man farewell, and began to aimlessly wander throughout Rome, looking for something. After and hour or two, he felt his stomach rumbling loudly. He started drooling in hunger as he smelled food coming from the stores. He started digging his pockets, searching for something of any kind, to trade with the shopkeepers. Nothing.

He cursed silently, wishing to relief his hunger, he went near the store. He was desperate, he could always pay it back later; and it didn't matter anyway, as he didn't even belong in this time. He slowly darted his hand forward, to steal some bread. As he darted his hand forward, a burly, hand caked with soot, roughly pulled his. Kurt looked up and saw the shopkeeper, glaring at him.

"You street urchin, how dare you steal my food!" he yelled at Kurt. He then gave him a swift kick in his stomach, bringing Kurt to his knees.

"I shall see that you will be punished for your actions!" he then roughly tugged at his arm, pulling him towards one of the guards.

"Slave, speak now! You shall join the gladiator games, to suffer for your actions!" he barked at Kurt. He then explained Kurt's crime to the guard. Kurt barely listened to their conversation, regretting his actions to steal. If he ever got back to his time, he promised he would never steal again. But the gladiatorial games, he will never survive this. He wished Wilhelm was here, he would have explained to the guards.

While waiting for his turn at the gladiatorial games, Kurt's eyes darted forward, looking outside. The mere sight of the crowd made his stomach lurch violently. He could see a retiarius fighting against a secutor. They were engaged in a very violent combat. The retarius was skilled. Dodging every attack the secutor threw at him. Kurt watched the retiarius, avoiding the secutor's attack swiftly, moving somewhat gracefully and Kurt was entranced by him; it was... beautiful.

The retiarius circled the secutor slowly, and he thrust forward with a hard jab to the side of his stomach. The secutor cried out in pain and Kurt winced as the secutor fell to ground, cringing in pain, the retiarius stepped down on his chest to pin him to the spot. The retiarius pulled out his helmet and Kurt gasped.

He was stunning; sure, his body was covered in scars but even from afar, Kurt could see the retiarius's hazel eyes glimmering with hesitation, definitely not wanting to kill the secutor. He looked so beautiful but Kurt couldn't help but let himself fall heads over heels in love with a murderer.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel; you are not falling in love with a murderer!

The retiarius raised his head up, to look at the emperor, and when Kurt saw the pain in the retiarius's eyes and the secutor beginning to whimper in fear, Kurt knew he gave him the thumbs-down sign. The crowd cheered, "Death! Death!" they chanted in unison. The retiarius stared upwards to the emperor, as though pleading with his eyes to spare him. He then lifted his trident and proceeded to kill the secutor.

"No!" Kurt cried out and the retiarius stared at him in shock, which gave the secutor enough time to kick retiarius off of him - which made the retiarius fall down to the ground. The crowd booed at Kurt and Kurt could feel everyone glare at him. He shrunk to the corner nervously.

The secutor stabbed furiously at the retiarius's arm and he cried out, which was the most beautiful voice he has ever heard, but the pain in his voice was enough to make him cry. "Please don't!" he cried out. The secutor brought the spear from the ground in his hands but before he could stab him, the retiarius quickly reached for the gladius and thrust forward, ending the secutor's life. Kurt flinched but he was happy the retiarius was alive.

The retiarius walked back in, flashing Kurt a look, wincing from the pain in his arm and Kurt walked over to say something. "I..." he stuttered and he could feel someone yank him by his shirt.

"It's your turn," the guard said.

He was a laquearius, but the problem was he knew how to use the sword but not the goddamn lasso. He flinched again when he saw the same retiarius was sent out for a second time. This round, as the guard told him, was a team battle, five against five and he knew he was going to die.

They were against three murmillones and two sagittariuses. Kurt looked at the emperor and his jaw dropped - Wilhelm was standing right next to him, looking terrified and his eyes widened at the sight of Kurt in the battleground. Before he knew it, he noticed the emperor signalling them to start and two arrows whizzed past his face.

He yelped in fear, dodging a murmillo who was trying to stab him with the gladius. He, in fear, thrust forward and he managed to make a huge scar up the murmillo's arm. He almost fainted at the sight of blood on his sword.

The retiarius from before kicked the murmillo aside and lunged himself at Kurt, hiding him behind a wall, panting heavily. "What-What are you doing?" Kurt yelped, trying to get the retiarius off of him, no matter how stunning he looked, but he was much too heavy.

"Shhh, stay down," he whispered. "You're new here, I can tell, my advice - stay out of the battle."

Kurt flinched, noticing the retiarius's scar on his arm. "You're hurt." he told him. "You should be staying out."

The retiarius shook his head. "It happens."

"It was my fault."

"Don't," he hissed fiercely. "If you want to live, don't." The retiarius stood up and thrust his spear through a murmillo, the blood spurting out of the wound and the retiarius tossed the body aside, grabbing hold of the shield and using it to block the arrows.

Kurt stubbornly got up and chased after the retiarius. "Stay away!" the retiarius snapped angrily.

Kurt refused to listen and he stared at the sagittarius at the corner, aiming at him. He charged forward and found the energy to slice his head clean off, and the crowd cheered in pleasure. The retiarius stared at him, looking shocked - and Kurt was just as shocked.

"How-?" said the retiarius, speechless at the inhuman feat. Kurt stared wide-eyed, in shock, unsure how to explain. Before they could say anything, the two murmillones went charging after him, to avenge their comrades death.

As though his body was acting on its own, Kurt dodged the gladiuses by sidestepping and swung his sword at them. The sword cut through their armour and body as though its made out of paper. He could hear their bones breaking and them grunting in pain. They dropped to the floor and lay there, blood oozing out quickly through their wounds. Kurt almost dropped his sword, in tears. This was too barbaric.

He then heard the crowd booing which confused him. He looked up, all of them looked angry as though he did something wrong.

"Too soon." said a voice behind him, it was the retiarius, who was staring at the angry crowd as well.

"Pardon?"

"You killed them too soon. The crowd came here to be entertained, you have to entertain them." he explained, dodging the arrows, "Next time you want to kill the last one, wait for the emperor's signal."

Kurt nodded to show he understood, but he found the spectator's lust for blood unbelievable and disgusting. He raised his lasso and aimed it at one of the sagittarius. He threw it and it landed in the man's helmet, he casually pulled it but he was again stunned when his helmet and head came off cleanly without much effort.

What's happening to me?

He then charged at the last sagittarius, who looked shocked. He jumped and whacked his head with the butt of his sword. The impact was so strong until the gladiator tumbled to the ground, unable to move. Kurt lifted his sword, and then looked up at the emperor. The crowd, yet again, chanted "Death! Death!"

Kurt was praying, that the emperor would somehow spare him. but to his horror, the emperor then gave him the thumbs-down sign. With tears in his eyes, he muttered slowly at the gladiator, "I'm so sorry.." he sobbed.

The gladiator, whose eyes was portraying fear, flickered at Kurt, blinked slowly and seemed to relax as Kurt ended his life quickly and Kurt hoped, painlessly. The crowd cheered loudly and in happiness. He could see the emperor smiling sadistically with satisfaction, and Wilhelm behind the emperor, biting his fingernails staring at him in horror.

The retiarius went to Kurt and lifted his hand in unison with him, celebrating their victory. Kurt tried to smile, on the inside, he wanted to just cry. He just killed someone. It wasn't right.

"My name is Blaine, by the way. Blaine Anderson." said the retarius, offering his hand to Kurt. Kurt shook it and smiled at him, "Kurt Hummel. Your name doesn't sound quite Roman-ish."

"I know," he chuckled, "Many of my comrades have mentioned that. My instructor told me I was left with this name when I was young. He too mentioned that I have come from a faraway land; but I have no memories where."

"Its nice to meet you, Blaine." said Kurt, feeling a little better.

At their 'rooms' or as Kurt call it, prison. As it was typically cells with beds that are most probably filled with bed bugs and other filthy things. On normal occasions, Kurt would never lay his head on one of them. But he felt very tired after the fight. He slumped his head on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

When he woke up, he found Blaine nudging him awake. "Wake up, Kurt," he said softly, looking at the bruises on his leg. Kurt blushed at the compassion in his eyes. "The lanista is satisfied with your battle, you were great out there, for a first timer."

Kurt burst out crying and Blaine rushed to comfort him. "Great? I'm a murderer! I just killed someone brutally, what is the matter with me?" he sobbed. Blaine bit his lip, comforting him, wrapping him in a warm hug. Kurt's eyes flickered shut, wondering how a gladiator could smell that good.

"You're ending their harsh life in the gladiatorial games, Kurt - no, you're not a murderer. "Blaine whispered. "Now, come on, you must be starving." As if on cue, Kurt's stomach rumbled and Blaine chuckled. Kurt blushed faintly, clutching his stomach.

Kurt stood up and Blaine grabbed hold of his hand, leading him to the place where they served food. Kurt frowned at the food; bread and soup? That is it? After a brutal battle, all he got was bread and soup?

Blaine seemed to notice his upset face and he smiled gently, handing him his food to Kurt. "B-but it's yours." Kurt stammered, once again blushing at the way Blaine treated him.

"Its alright," Blaine said. "I'm fine."

Blaine watched Kurt as he devoured his food like a wolf and he laughed. "I have to go, Kurt, the lanista wants to meet me." Kurt nodded nervously and Blaine smiled. "Don't worry, you'll be fine - the people here are like family." With a last smile and a wink, Blaine left.

Kurt caressed his cheek, feeling the blood rushing. Oh, what is he doing to me? he wondered. That's when he felt something cold on his wrist and he spotted a blue looking gauntlet wrapped tightly to his wrist. It felt comfortable on his arm but he was confused. The runic script surrounding the gauntlet glowed light blue, the technology was alien.

Using a few knowledge he learned from Wilhelm, he managed to decode the runic script carved. To win the games, you must find the gems - then will you be free, it said. Kurt scratched his head in confusion and when he asked the gladiator about the gauntlet, the gladiator said "I don't see any gauntlet."

He clicked the button on the gauntlet and a wide holographic image appeared in front of him, filled with runic script, and Kurt had no time to decode it all. One text was in English, however and it said, the first gem is with the little soldier's boot.

Kurt scratched his head in confusion; this doesn't make any sense at all.