A/N: I know I haven't posted for a couple of weeks but here we go, Chapter 3 of Bloodlines here for you all!

I'm getting a bit worried about this fic, I don't know what you guys think of it. Is it boring you? Does it need more action? Let me know in the review section please!

I may not be updating as regularly as I'd like too any more as I start back at college tomorrow!

But as usual, thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy it!


Bloodlines: Chapter 3


Darkness had begun to fall over the river beds. The moon was shining down, and spreading its silvery light, casting twisted shadows all around the field.

Kurt sighed as he pulled the final tent peg out of the ground and threw it onto the pile with the rest of them, making a loud clutter and disturbing the eerie silence.

It wasn't that he was having second thoughts about his decision. He knew he had made the right choice in going with Blaine and leaving Lucius, but he still couldn't help wondering about the life he was leaving behind.

There wasn't a lot there he was going to miss. He certainly wouldn't miss his father, they had never seen eye to eye and he was sure he would be happy to see the back of him.

And he had never known his real mother; for she was a trailer woman, whose purpose had only been to carry Kurt for 9 months in her womb, then give her up to the King and his lover when the time came of Kurt's birth.

He wouldn't miss anyone in the village. Sacreadle was home to a lot of strange people. Kurt had never enjoyed the regular visits he received from people in the town. Friends of his fathers, business men, and people complaining, were always swarming the castle. They were all very rude, uninteresting people, and Kurt had no desire to see any of them again.

However, there was one person who Kurt was going to miss sorely. It hurt his heart just thinking about leaving her behind, and the pain was almost enough for him to go running back to the castle just to be with her.

It was his little sister Becky. The only person he knew of in Sacreadle who had a pure heart. She was only eight years old and looked up to Kurt more than anyone in the world. What would she do once she realised he had abandoned her? Once she realised he wasn't coming back?

How would she cope without him?

"Kurt it's getting late." Came Blaine's quiet voice, interrupting Kurt's train of thoughts. "We need to start thinking about leaving the River Beds. What's the plan?" He asked.

Kurt shook the thoughts of Sacreadle out of his head. He had to forget about it all for now, get Blaine to safety and only then could he think about what he was leaving behind and what he was going to do with the rest of his life.

"We need to get away from this area as soon as possible." Kurt said, focusing on Blaine. "I think if we can get onto the outskirts of Sacreadle within the next few hours, then that would be the safest place to spend the night. It's not a good idea for us to sleep out in the open though. We're going to need to find an inn or somewhere to lay low for a couple of hours."

"I've got the perfect place." Blaine smiled. "It's about ten miles from here, shouldn't take too long to get to. But we're going to need to find some form of faster transport for tomorrow." He added.

"We'll wake up early tomorrow and sort something out." Kurt said. "Once we're a few miles out of Sacreadle, it will be easier for us to go un-noticed, but we're going to have to keep our heads down for the next couple of days. The sooner we get away from this place the better." He muttered.

"Where are we going to go Kurt?" Blaine asked. His hazel eyes were full of doubt and confusion.

"We need to get somewhere where the Bloodlines don't exist. They run strongest In Sacreadle, but a lot of the nearby villages follow the rules to some extent." Kurt said thoughtfully. "I'd say our best bet would be to head for Nayara. Slavery is not tolerated there, and the bloodlines are non-existent. They don't ask a lot of questions, and it's relatively easy to get in to."

Blaine smiled. "Thank you Kurt." He said quietly. "Are you finished packing all your stuff up? We should really get going if we want to get to this Inn tonight."

Kurt gathered the last of his belongings off of the ground and slung them over his back with ease. "Come on then, let's go." He said with a smile.

The two men walked silently for a long time, both absorbed in their own trains of thought. They followed the babbling river deep into the forest, the carpet of leaves blocking out all of the moonlight above them and throwing them into darkness.

It felt as if they had been walking for an exceptionally long time before the trees began to thin out and they found themselves out in the open again, beside a wide dusty track.

"If we follow this road about six miles north it should take us to the Inn Kurt." Blaine said, breaking the silence.

Just as Kurt was about to reply, he froze still. In the distance, he could hear the unmistakable sound of rowdy men shouting and the rapidly approaching sound of hooves. His eyes widened in terror as the bellowing voices of the men drew nearer still.

He could see them now, their horses gathering speed as they drew nearer.

He suddenly felt Blaine gripping him round the torso and pulling him hard into the bushes by the roadside.

They both lay there panting, trying to stay as still as possible. They were sure they had been spotted.

The sound of the hooves hitting the ground stopped suddenly, and the sound of the men shouting to each other floated over to where Kurt and Blaine were hiding.

"I coulda' sworn I saw summin over here Stevie! I'm tellin ya!" One of them yelled.

"You said that last time though Earn' and it were just a deer, weren't it."

"Well yeah, but I'm sure of it this time! I saw em'! I know I did! I fink we shoud jus' have a quick look aroun… Jus' to keep Lucius happy."

Kurt felt Blaine's whole body go stiff beside him, he felt around the thick shrubbery and found Blaine's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Earn' it definitely weren't the slave! He wouldn'a been able to run away that quick! Come on, less get goin'. Them woods always gimme the creeps." The man said. And with that the two of them galloped away.

Kurt breathed out heavily. "Jesus that was close." He said, turning to face Blaine. "Are you okay?" He said squeezing Blaine's hand again.

"Err, yeah. I think so." Blaine said looking at the ground. "Come on, let's keep going." He said, still not looking Kurt in the eye and climbing out of the bushes.

Finally, they arrived at the small Inn. It was a tiny little building with a thatched roof and a small smoking chimney peeping out the top.

"You wait out here Kurt." Blaine said placing his hand on Kurt's chest and pushing him back slightly.

"Why?" Kurt asked, trying to follow Blaine through the door.

"Because." Blaine said, turning to face Kurt. "You'll be recognised a lot easier than I will be. Wait here for ten minutes then climb the wall and come round the back of the inn, I'll meet you there." He said before walking into the small building and closing the door behind him.

Kurt did as he was told. He stood shivering in the cold, looking around the deserted little square they had arrived at.

After ten minutes had passed, he hoisted himself over the side wall of the inn, as silently as possible and found Blaine waiting for him in the shadows on the other side.

"Follow me." Blaine whispered, ducking against the wall and following it up into the garden of the inn.

They followed the length of the wall for a while, the garden getting thicker with weeds and thorns with every step. They seemed to be getting further and further away from the inn.

Blaine stopped so suddenly that Kurt crashed into the back of him. Grinning at Kurt as he struggled to regain his balance, Blaine starting pulling clumps of thorns and weeds out of the ground, tearing them from the soil.

Kurt looked at him with an expression of amusement and curiosity. "What are you…"

He stopped talking as he saw what Blaine was beginning to unearth. A dark, wooden trap door had become visible underneath all of the weeds.

Blaine looked up and grinned at Kurt's astounded face. "I used to spend a lot of time here as a child." He explained. "You know… before I was sold to Lucius." He added. "I really got to know the ins and outs of the place. Of course, it wasn't so overgrown when I lived here. It's really gone downhill over the past few years."

Laughing at Kurt's still gobsmacked face, Blaine bent down and began prizing open the trap door. Kurt watched his biceps strain below his shirt as he did so.

"Well, after you Kurt!" Blaine grinned, as he revealed a steep stone staircase descending into the ground below the trap door.

Shaking his head in awe, Kurt began to climb down the stone steps, into the darkness below.

The steps led them to a dark underground tunnel. They followed it for what felt like twenty minutes before they reached a dead end.

Kurt turned to Blaine. "What do we do now?" He said, in a tone of confusion.

Blaine smiled once more, and stretched his arms above his head. He began pushing hard on the ceiling, and to Kurt's astonishment, a square of it came away, allowing bright light to flood into the tunnel.

Blaine lifted himself up through the small square, and then helped Kurt out too. Kurt looked around, allowing his eyes to readjust to the bright light. It seemed the corridor had led them right into a tiny room of the inn, and that hole they had just emerged from had actually been the fire place.

"You're… You're incredible." Kurt sighed, staring at Blaine.

Blaine grinned and looked away, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks and ears.

Kurt looked around the little room and smiled. It was very quaint.

A small wooden table sat in the corner, with two oak chairs huddled around it. Across the wall was a wooden counter with various kitchen utensils scattered across it. There was a small wardrobe and a couple of comfy looking chairs dotted in the corners, and a huge circular window gave them a view of the dark square.

And sat in the middle of the room was one, very small double bed.

Blaine saw Kurt's eyes hovering over the bed.

"Ermm, you'll be sleeping there of course." Blaine said quickly. "I'll just sleep down here on the floor." He said, looking down.

"Blaine." Kurt said, catching his hand and squeezing it lightly. "You've got to stop treating me like I'm your master. I don't want it to be like that. I just want us to be… us. Okay?" He said looking into Blaine's storming hazel eyes.

Blaine blushed. "Well, what do you want to do about the sleeping arrangements then Kurt?" He breathed.

"Well that bed does look like it would fit two… doesn't it Blaine?" Kurt smiled.

Blaine didn't know what came over him then. A huge rush of happiness and gratitude swept through his body, and before he could control himself he was pulling Kurt into him.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt's waist and buried his head deeply into his neck, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto Kurt's shirt.

Kurt was taken aback with shock, but he too wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine, stroking his head and fiddling playfully with his curls.

"Thank you Kurt." He heard Blaine sob into his neck.

"For what?" Kurt murmured, still playing with Blaine's beautiful ringlets.

"For actually treating me like a person." Blaine whispered. "You're the first person who ever has."

"We should… We should really get to bed now Blaine." Kurt whispered, although he could have quite easily stood there cradling Blaine in his arms forever.

"You're right" Blaine smiled weakly, pulling away from Kurt reluctantly.

The two men climbed into the small bed, feeling completely at peace with each other. They lay, facing one another looking into each other's eyes, with their arms linked together.

Blaine smiled at Kurt and pulled his body closer to his own, his warm breath tickling Kurt's neck. He sighed and rested his head on Kurt's chest, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breath, before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Kurt smiled happily, as he ran his fingers once more through Blaine's fluffy hair. This moment alone, he decided, was worth all the misery that he was sure the rest of his life was going to bring.


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