CHAPTER 2: FAITH

Anderson Residence, Westerville Ohio, Present Day

Blaine moaned, feeling hot breath trail down his torso as the boy above him whispered sweet nothings. A tongue dipped into his navel and he bucked under the ministrations arousal pushing every thought from his mind. He moaned again as the hot breath trailed over his weeping erection, and a warm chuckle drifted over him.

"What do you want Blaine?" a decidedly male voice asked sweetly, pulling away from the aroused mess that constituted Blaine at the moment. "Tell me what you want; tell me what you need, my Heart," the voice whispered.

Blaine gazed down his own body at the hovering individual, the darkness making it impossible to tell any recognizable features except for burning green eyes. "Please Bastian," he whined. "Don't make me wait. Please my Love, take me and mark me as yours."

"Anything for you, Love," the man chuckled before returning to his previous actions. Blaine lost himself to the feelings being invoked by his talented bed-mate.

Waking with a start, Blaine sat up and glanced over at the blaring alarm clock frowning as the red lights glowed back with the tell-tale time of 6:30 am. He groaned and fell back into his pillows, realizing with a disgusted look that his very imaginary dream had left him with a very real problem. He sighed and tried to ignore the discomfort, not having the time to take care of his problem before getting ready for school and meeting his boyfriend, Kurt, for their ritual morning coffee. Kicking off the blankets, he climbed from the bed and shuffled to his bathroom to prepare for school, only jerking in surprise in the doorway as he realized that the boy in his dream had not been his boyfriend of one year. Kurt had blue eyes, not green.


Dalton Academy, Westerville Ohio, Present Day

"Seb."

"Sebastian."

"SEBASTIAN!"

The yelling of his name jerked Sebastian from his thoughts and caused him to turn from the window to regard the exacerbated Wesley Montgomery. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry, trying to school his features in a neutral look without letting his fellow Coven brother know what he had been thinking; they tried to keep him from thinking of Blaine and everything he had lost with his death. "What?" he demanded, allowing some irritation to bleed through his voice at being bothered.

Wes sighed, eyeing his friend and seeming to know what the other boy was thinking. "He's coming back, Seb," he stated, laying a hand on Sebastian's arm in comfort.

Sebastian sighed, eyes drifting once again out the window to regard the Dalton Academy grounds. They had chosen Dalton as a place to lay-low once social services had gotten wind of a group of teenagers living on their own in Dallas. Rather than allowing the authorities anywhere near the Coven, Wesley had decided to move them to Ohio and separate them between an all-male and all-female boarding school. It would allow them to blend better, hiding them in plain view.

"It's been over a century," Sebastian snarked back, jerking his arm away from Wes, wanting the other to realize how close he was to losing his faith in the promise made by the Goddess. "And he hasn't been brought back." He sighed softly. "I don't know if he'll be brought back to me, Wes," he confided, voice barely above a whisper. "The God cries for his soul-mate and I cry for my own."

His own feelings of missing their lost member always residing in his psyche, but having his own lover and partner around regularly, Wes couldn't connect to the heart-ache Sebastian was feeling. "I know," he managed, voice laced with sympathy. "But She promised he'd be returned to us. You just need to have patience."

"Patience?" Sebastian replied bitterly. "I have had patience. I watched my soul-mate die in the arms of that Hunter. I watched time shift, civilization moving into another century; the birth, death, and rebirth of nations; the horror of war; the movements of peace and equality while being patient."

"Seb – "

"No!" Sebastian snarled, moving away from the window and further into the common room. He sighed wearily and dropped onto a couch. "When will my patience come to fruitition?" he asked instead. "Blaine should have returned by now to me."

Sighing himself, Wes moved and dropped into an arm chair across from his friend. "Maybe the Goddess and her Consort are testing you?" he suggested instead. "When you and Blaine are meant to meet again, you will and it will be the long awaited home-coming for not only yourselves but also for our gods to return. Thad and Izzy have been working on a theory that They have been gone too long; the darkness we are seeing coming forward recently and the Earth's unrest might be because They've been gone so long."

Ignoring the perpetulant remark on his lips about how he wanted Blaine back now, Sebastian redirected the conversation. "What did you want earlier?" he asked instead of replying to Thad and his partner's theory.

"Oh, um, the Coven is preparing to celebrate the new year and the oncoming Winter on Halloween. Will you be joining us this time?"

Sebastian cast him a sharp look. "Wes, I haven't taken part in the ritual since 1933. What makes you think this time will be any different?"

"Have you thought maybe Blaine hasn't returned because you haven't been practicing? You are the Horn God, Sebastian. You should really be taking part," Wes countered.

"And you have been selected to stand in my stead," Sebastian replied, settling further back in his chair and crossing his arms.

"True, but it is the time of Death," Wes stated, his voice hinting heavily. "Maybe if you practiced, our gods would take it to mean you are ready to see Blaine again. The veil is thin on Samhain. You may be able to communicate with Blaine."

"I don't have that kind of power without Blaine," Sebastian contradicted, thoughts wandering on how he could conduct the ritual to see his lost love. "It took the two of us to part the veil the last time we tried."

Wes settled back smugly, realizing what Sebastian was thinking. "Between the eleven of us, we should be able to funnel enough magic to hold the ritual," he replied. "Nick, Izzy, and Thad have all been researching the best way to conduct the ceremony, and they've found an answer in the Gould Grimoire." He paused, studying Sebastian carefully. "We're the weakest without our full circle," he admitted. "And we'll all be drained for days afterwards, but if it means you, we, can talk to Blaine, it'll be worth it. Maybe he'll even be able to give you a time frame for his return."

"To see Blaine again," Sebastian muttered, his eyes once again unfocusing and drifting in his long memory. With effort, he pulled himself back and regarded Wes. "Let's do it," he whispered. Clearing his throat, his voice came out stronger. "Let's call to Blaine through the veil on Samhain."

Wes nodded and rose to his feet. As he passed Sebastian for the door, he once again laid his hand on his friend's shoulder. "He will come back, Seb. He promised."

Sebastian gave him a tight, but grateful smile in return.


Lima Bean, Lima Ohio, Present Day

"Honestly, Blaine Anderson, are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Kurt Hummel demanded of his boyfriend, seated in the passenger seat of his Navigator as they left the school parking lot. He frowned when Blaine didn't respond instantly like he normally would when Kurt accused him of ignoring his boyfriend; this new behavior did not bode well.

"Hm? Sorry?" Blaine pulled himself from his thoughts and regarded the fair boy driving. Blaine had been preoccupied all day with sex-dream which had not featured his boyfriend, but the green-eyed youth with unrecognizable features. He was worried about the fact that the boy in his dream had seemed real and right, and it had led him to start questioning his entire relationship with his current boyfriend.

"I asked if you were even listening to me," Kurt replied, annoyance flashing across his face. " I've been telling you about the shopping trip Mercedes and I took last weekend and these great boots I found for a bargain."

"Oh," Blaine rubbed his face sheepishly. "Sorry, Kurt, I guess I just zoned again."

Shooting a worried look over at the other boy, Kurt let his eyes drift back to the road. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked,

"Yeah, fine," Blaine hastily replied, not willing to share where his drifting thoughts had taken him with the other boy. He had been considering his relationship with the other teen for the last month and his dream had brought all his concerns to the forefront of his mind again after he had pushed them back. They had been dating for a year and Blaine's subconscious keep pushing him to question where he saw their relationship in the next five years; Kurt was already a junior and would be heading to college in a little over a year, leaving Blaine, his sophomore boyfriend, behind. 'My dad's been harping about going to private school again, though," he added, hoping to distract Kurt away from asking any further questions about his state of unrest.

Kurt huffed angrily, throwing on his blinker and pulling into the parking lot of their favorite coffee shop. "Why can't that man just leave well-enough alone?" he demanded as they exited the car.

Blaine flinched at the tone, not willing to point out the only reason he wasn't going to private school currently was because of the angry fit he had thrown about being separated from Kurt. Knowing he would become the focus of said anger, he didn't explain to Kurt that he was seriously considering his father's wishes; he was tired of being bullied. Kurt was exempt from the terrible treatment he was issued daily, the older boy being part of the Cheerios (the cheerleading squad at their school) and extremely popular had the rest of the student body focusing their dislike on his quiet, nerdy, unassuming boyfriend. He had made the mistake only once of mentioning the treatment he received from his boyfriend's friends; it had not ended well with Kurt angrily reprimanding Blaine for trying to control his life. The younger boy simply took the bullying in stride now, keeping quiet about the daily abuse.

"I'll talk to him again," Blaine promised, wondering why he didn't just take the offer from his father and tell his boyfriend he had no say in the matter; Kurt wouldn't be any wiser.

"Good," the pale boy nodded, moving up to place their order at the counter. "I'll have a non-fat mocha and Blaine –" He turned to his boyfriend when Blaine failed to answer.

Blaine had caught the eye of a random boy with blond hair sitting in the corner of the cafe, an arm draped casually around the back of the booth, and the girl he was with. The boy was returning his gaze with a smile of utter delight and surprise. He leaned down and whispered in the red-haired girl's ear and her gaze also shot to study Blaine. Something in Blaine's soul seemed to resonate with familiarity at the two strangers. Blaine's attention was suddenly diverted by a sharp pinch to the arm, and he turned back to a glaring Kurt.

"Jesus, Blaine, you need to learn to focus," Kurt snarled withdrawing his hand from the pinch he had laid on Blaine's arm. "Now what do you want?"

"Oh, um, a medium-drip please," Blaine stammered to the impatient barista before letting his gaze flow back to the corner booth. He hid his disappointment that the two who had been sitting there had already left the coffee shop, instead following Kurt to their regular table after paying for their drinks. He wondered why both had seemed so familiar when he had never met either in his life before.