Today was unusual. The Underground was silent as Blaine walked in. For a moment he was afraid they'd found out what he did, who he'd seen. He was relieved to find out that they weren't focused on him. They were, however, huddled in a corner, speaking in hushed voices.

Blaine caught broken pieces of it, words like Elders and revolt and it's time and he reeled and stumbled out, doing all he could to keep the bile down. It was happening. The Revolution that had for so long traveled in whispers and encrypted notes throughout the Underground was rearing its ugly, bloodied head.

For years now, the Underground remained restless about their place in society. They've constantly been pushed down by the Elders and the elitists of their society and they've had enough.

But Blaine couldn't do it. He knew what would happen. He knew that if they won, the Prodigy would be killed. The boy he'd never spoken to would be silenced for good.

No.

And so Blaine ran, back to those brilliant gates and the sprawling platinum towers and to the boy who'd stolen his heart.

His muscles screamed as he ran, but he ignored the burn and kept on, hoping beyond hope that he would be there.

Blaine skidded to a stop in front of the gates, quickly scanning the front yard. He saw him there, gazing at the yellow roses.

"Hey!" Blaine whispered, trying to grab the boy's attention without attracting any witnesses. The boy looked up and around, finally spotting Blaine. His eyes widened and then flickered to the general direction of his keepers before silently making his way over.

"Who are you?" he asked curiously, tinkling voice momentarily distracting Blaine.

"I'm Blaine. I know this sounds crazy, but we need to get out of here. I'm trying to help you, okay?" Blaine whispered conspiratorially, looking at the other boy with big, pleading eyes.

Kurt frowned and stared at the ground before nodding resolutely to himself. He looked into Blaine's eyes and turned around, marching off decisively into the distance. Blaine made to grab at him through the gate and almost caused a racket, but the other boy turned sharply and offered a staying hand. Blaine pulled back and Kurt carried on.

He was back after a few minutes.

"Blaine," Kurt started. Blaine's eyebrows rose. He loved the way his name rolled off the other boy's tongue. "Please, come back after dark. Meet me here at midnight—the guards usually fall asleep by then." Kurt hesitated and looked back at the palace. He leaned closer to the gate and Blaine followed. Their faces were but a few inches away. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears again. He hoped it wasn't obvious. "Go. This never happened."

Blaine nodded briefly and ran off.