So, I'm not really sure where this idea came from, but I hope you'll find it interesting. I have chapter 2 written, and plan on seeing this through, but I have other writing work (as always), both school and personal, so I can't make any promises on regularity after that.

One more note- this first bit may be a little confusing. Don't worry, everything will be explained.

I don't own Glee.

Thursday had started off horribly, with a thundering storm that shook the floors and rattled the windows. Blaine Anderson gazed at his reflection in the full-length mirror, murmuring to himself as he dressed for the day.

"I'll be surprised if this God-forsaken rain doesn't shut down trade. What do you think, James?" This last part was directed at the butler, standing carefully at attention by the door.

"Whatever you say, sir."

Blaine chuckled as he pulled the last knot on his bowtie. "Of course. That's what you always say."

"I do as you have instructed me, sir."

Blaine had just opened his mouth to reply when a bright flash of lightening illuminated the window. The thunderclap that immediately followed sounded as if a gun had been shot inside the room. The lights went out.

"Oh, blast it all." Blaine exhaled sharply through his nose and turned to face the butler. "James, would you be so kind as to fetch me some candles?"

"Already done, sir," the old man replied, and left the room.

"Of all the days for a storm…" Blaine collapsed into a chair, rubbing his forehead. He'd been planning this day for weeks now- every possible objection his colleagues might have and how to counter it, every from-the-gut reason backed up with cold, hard logic- and now the whole thing was ruined because he couldn't get prepared on time.

Something rumbled outside. Again. Blaine glanced up towards the window. That hadn't sounded like thunder.

…A faint red light was shining against the glass.

"Sir, I've brought you the candles you reques-"

"I don't give a damn about the candles! Get someone outside and find whatever it is that's doing that, now!"

The butler paused, gaze following Blaine's outstretched finger. His eyes widened, then he bowed and went out. Blaine followed him- along the corridor, down the stairs- but not into the front lobby. He waited, hands clenched around the doorframe, staring intently out into the rain.

Minutes passed. The only sound was that of the storm. Blaine had nearly ceased to breathe. He knew what this was, recognized the energy. Every hunter knew the signature of a dragon.

THE dragon.

Two figures slowly reappeared in the distance. They were carrying something between them… something small. As they approached, Blaine could make out individual limbs. There were only four. He frowned in disappointment. What sort of creature this size could produce so much energy? He could've sworn he'd sensed…

At last they entered through the double doors, suits heavy with rain. Blaine dropped to his knees as they brought their cargo forward.

"Would you like us to bring it to your chambers, sir?"

"No." Blaine waved them off, eyes fixed on the unconscious creature. "I'm fine. Leave it. But please… close the door."

Once everyone had left, he turned his attention back to his prize, soaking wet and limp on the cold tile floor. This was not at all what he had expected- the creature was humanoid, but the aura that surrounded it was unmistakable. Dragon-like. Carefully, he ran a hand over the pale, silky skin.

"So perfect. Just like a young maiden's…" Blaine pushed back the short locks of hair that fell over the creature's forehead. Nothing there. He quickly glanced over its back. Nothing there, either. He paused. Then, very gingerly, he rolled the creature over and studied its front.

There it was, shining as brightly red as in his memories. The heart jewel of Kratus.

That day, so long ago now, still burned red-hot in his mind. The screams, the fire… he could practically taste the molten heat that had spewed from the dragon's mouth. And now that mighty creature was at his mercy, fragile and splayed out at his feet.

Blaine smiled. Everything was falling perfectly into place, after all.