Gutoma: Homeland for the gutos. Dunmals and humans are permitted into this country. Dunmals are harrassed often here, though.
Ludo: Homeland for dunmals. Treatment towards humans is low.

Getting a kiss from Blaine had played out differently in Kurt's mind. He'd always imagine that it was somewhere in a field, surrounded by daffodils. Maybe a light breeze on their skin. And they'd be dancing to some song only they can here and they would look at each other and lean in at the same time and...boom.

This was nothing like what really happened.

Blaine froze once Kurt's lips touched his, and he didn't move a single muscle. Kurt kept his lips pressed and counted to ten, hoping that the guys would be gone by then.

Suddenly Blaine pushed Kurt away, and he tripped over Seb's body and landed on the ground. Quickly Kurt jumped up.

"Blaine, wha-"

Slap

Kurt gasped and clutched his cheek in his hand. Blaine had just slapped him.

Blaine strolled past Kurt and grabbed Sebastian off the floor, "Let's just get out of here."

Kurt gaped at Blaine for a couple seconds before coming to his senses and grabbing Seb's other side, dragging him slowly back to his chambers.

Blaine and Kurt didn't say anything the entire time. They didn't say anything when they had to hide in the room for a few minutes to make sure no one was walking by. They didn't make any noise when they finally snuck out of the castle and got Kurt's horses. They didn't even utter a sound when the carriage made such a racket that they had to pull over and find a way to quiet it down.

When they finally made it a few hours away from the castle, they stopped and set up camp. Blaine set up a tent while the Dragonskin wears off, and Kurt whispered a little spell to allow the flowers to grow into a dome, leaving an opening to allow him to go in. Blaine raised an eyebrow at Kurt and he shrugged, "Plants are my specialty."

Blaine's face turned cold and he went into his tent. Kurt sighed and entered his dome. He screwed up, and he didn't even know what happened.

In the middle of the night, Kurt woke up to the sounds of crying coming outside his precious lilac dome. He had one side lifted as he climbed out and looked for the source of the noise.

It was coming from Blaine's tent.

Curious, he wandered over and just kneeled in front of the flap, hoping to catch Blaine talking about why he was sad.

"-no...get off me..." He heard Blaine whimper under his breath, then, "P-please no."

Kurt gasped. Had-had Blaine been raped at the castle?

He went through the flap and laid next to Blaine, wrapping himself around Blaine's waist. At first, Blaine hit Kurt's arms, but after a beat, he settled down and cuddled into Kurt's chest. He wrapped his ankles around Kurt's and fell into a deeper sleep. Kurt, smiling, looked at the back of Blaine's head.

"I'm so sorry." He found himself whispering, but he didn't try to stop himself, "I'm so sorry I made you distrust me." He was starting to cry, but he refused to let himself feel sorry for himself. He didn't deserve it, "I didn't know, Blaine. If I had known I wouldn't have dared and god I hope you forgive me someday."

As he predicted, Blaine didn't even stir. Closing his eyes, Kurt tried to will himself to fall asleep again.

He didn't know Blaine had actually heard every word and was slowly fighting back tears himself.

When Kurt woke up that next morning, he was partially confused as to why he was looking at canvas rather than lilacs. He felt something stir to his left, and last night came back to him. Hearing Blaine crying in his tent. Coming out and joining Blaine. Holding Blaine until he fell back asleep.

Realizing that Blaine had probably been raped at the castle.

Slowly, he tried to get himself out of Blaine's grip. Somehow, during the night, Kurt had ended up on his back and Blaine had put his head on Kurt's chest. Kurt felt a swoop in his stomach when he saw a little wet spot from Blaine's drool on his chest.

Why did Blaine have to make him feel this?

Luckily, Blaine turned back over so he was on his side, freeing Kurt so he could sit up and possibly leave.

Except Kurt couldn't bring himself to leave this beautiful guy alone in this tent. He allowed his eyes to trail down the side of Blaine's profile, soaking in his tan skin and black curls that were the tell-tale signs that he was of dunmal descent. Kurt noticed, just under his neck, slightly visible from the flimsy shirt he wore, a sign of a birthmark that Kurt wanted to kiss. His eyes wandered lower, tracing out the muscles in his back barely discernable in this light. He paused at the small stretch of skin at his lower back, just above his butt, where Kurt could detect little dimples. He scrunched his hands into fists to resist reaching out and feeling what they felt like under his own fingers. He drifted back up to Blaine's head, just as he was turning back around and facing Kurt.

And this view was much better.

He traced the lines of his nose down to his mouth, in a peaceful line and content. Kurt looked backed up to his eyes, noticing that Blaine's stress lines and worry lines were invisible while he slept. He still had bags under his eyes, like he'd never slept in five years, but he looked...at peace with life. He let his gaze travel farther, farther down south until it hit Blaine's collar bones, and Kurt bit his lip to suppress a moan. He looked down farther yet and caught himself before he looked past Blaine's waist. Closing his eyes again, he shook his head and allowed himself to stand up and stumble out of the tent. He needed to keep himself in check.

Sure Kurt had been dreaming about Blaine for years, about being and doing more with Blaine since he realized that he felt nothing for the other guto and human girls he saw. But he couldn't bring himself to even think of this fantasy while Blaine was suffering from this pain of maybe being raped.

Especially since he just kissed him without permission yesterday.

Shaking his head again, he walked over to his dome and bent over, whispering the familiar spell to shrink his lilac dome back towards the ground.

"How can you grow that?" He heard a voice behind him, making him jump.

"Goodness Blaine." Kurt gasped, "You scared me half to death-"

"I thought guto's couldn't grow things like that." Blaine continued, ignoring Kurt's scared breaths.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Well, I guess yes, but my dad says that because I started training young, I was able to advance quickly."

Blaine raised his eyebrow but didn't comment. Kurt knew it was a shaky story, but his dad was kind of skittish on why he was so good.

Blaine shrugged and turned back to his tent, not commenting any further on the matter. Kurt sighed in relief. The subject of magic was kind of touchy to him since guto's weren't all that powerful compared to the dunmals.

Which killed him.

Shaking his head for what felt like the fifteenth time that morning, he walked over to his carriage and checked to make sure all the supplies were still in there. "Blaine you ready to go?" He shouted over his shoulder.

A rock hit him in his back.

Kurt rolled his eyes and jumped on Siegel. Blaine was ready and apparently back to 14 years old.