Title: Stained Glass Heart
Author: lady_gelfling
Warnings: Language, future violence, future sex
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2,704
Summary: In the kingdom of Dalton, a war between faeries and humans is waging. With the humans' lust for the faeries' powers, and the faeries' lust for revenge, it is inconceivable for them to fall in love. But Kurt and Blaine will defy gravity and change it all.
A/N: Here's the next chapter! I hope you guys like this one! There will be serious Klaine interaction in the next chapter, I swear!
Every faerie has several powers. Each faerie has specific powers, true to their element, but there are general powers shared amongst the faeren clans. Some clans are known for their battle skills. Others are known for literally disappearing into thin air. The Titan clan, however, is known for their powers in healing.
There are several unofficial rules that are generally understood amongst the faeries. Never use one's powers for entertainment purposes, never use them when at twenty five percent strength. But the most sacred rule, that every faerie knows, is never to use one's powers on, or in front of a human.
Kurt needed to get out. He needed to get out of the hostile environment that was his home. He knew that his father had his best interests at heart, that he just wanted his son to be safe, but Kurt couldn't help the sense of betrayal he felt towards Burt. How many times had he vented at his father that he just wanted to find true love? What lengths had his father gone to, to find Kurt those human romance novels that he was obsessed with? And now he was forcing Kurt to simply throw it all away for Dave? It simply wasn't fair.
Kurt knew that the proper response would be 'life isn't fair'. But he didn't like to think like that. Normally he was a realist, a logical person. But when it came to love, he always liked to think of himself as an optimist. He had always been hopeful that he would find his soul mate, that he would be in love when he was mated off.
And now Kurt would never get that chance.
There was nothing wrong with Dave Karofsky per se, other than his slight, violent tendencies, but he just wasn't what Kurt was looking for. Kurt meant no harm, nor disrespect towards him, or the Karofsky kinfolk, but Kurt had another image for himself in mind. One involving him madly in love with another faerie.
Maybe it was a fool's dream. After all, arranged matings were quite commonplace nowadays. It was standard protocol to mate a smaller faerie with a larger one, for protection purposes. Kurt knew that Mike and Tina's mating had been arranged. Tina had been dating Artie at the time, but Artie had limitations. Her parents had wanted better for her.
And yes, Tina and Mike were incredibly happy now, with a young Chang-ling on the way. But Kurt knew that he wouldn't be so lucky. He wouldn't be able to fall in love with Karofsky. He had an image of his true mate, he just didn't know who that was.
Kurt was sure that he had already made the initial mating bond. Every faerie created a special bond with every person they ever met. Some said that when a faerie met their true soul mate, they created their first mating bond.
Kurt was one of the faeries who believed such tales.
Some would say that he was foolish. Others would say that he was hopeful. Kurt just wanted to believe that there was a chance he had already found true love. Otherwise, why wouldn't he love Dave Karofsky? He was powerful and protective, caring and kind. He had made his affection known for Kurt. Kurt should be satisfied. But he wasn't. And he was convinced it was because he had already met his true mate. He just had to find him.
He knew it was a long shot. After all, nearly everyone he had ever met in his lifetime had already been mated off, and he felt no hurt or sorrow at their matings, only joy, and slight envy, wanting what his friends had. He wanted to be able to find true love.
Kurt sighed, and began to fly towards the east side of the forest. He ventured a little ways away from the McKinley village, but not too far away to remain out of the safety range. He bit his lip, and resigned himself to his fate.
After all, what had he been doing for the past day? Complaining endlessly in his head, droning on repetitively about true love. He wasn't going to find true love. That just wasn't happening. He was going to be mated to Dave Karofsky, whether he liked it or not. That was his fate. That was his destiny. That was what was going to happen, no matter what. He had better just accept it. That would make things easier for everyone.
Suddenly, Kurt spotted something from his spot in midair. Blood. There was blood on the forest floor. Glancing ahead of him, he perked his ears up, and heard the whinnying of a horse.
Humans. There were humans in the forest.
Every instinct and brain cell in Kurt's body was urging him to go back to the village, to go back to the safety of McKinley. But for some reason, he could not make himself go back. Something was calling him forward.
Reaching down, he grabbed his dagger hanging from a satchel on his britches. Swallowing down his fear, Kurt crept forward hesitantly, making sure to keep on guard. His wings were extended, a cautionary warning to foes. But if it was humans to fear, they would certainly not understand Kurt's defensive tactics. In fact, a human would probably be more inclined to cut his wings off to poach, and render him flightless and defenseless.
However, as he broke through the foliage, what he saw made him drop his dagger, and stare in shock. It was a man. A human, lying on the ground, bleeding from his arm and leg. There were bruises on his skin, and pain etched onto his face.
He opened his eyes, and Kurt gasped, at the pure depth he saw in those gorgeous hazel eyes. They looked up at Kurt, begging, pleading. But for what? Kurt knew he should flee, or perhaps put the poor creature out of its misery. But he couldn't do it for some reason. There was something keeping him here, something keeping him from ending the poor thing's life. Something familiar in that beautiful face.
And then the human clutched onto something. A pendant of some sort. Kurt peered in for a closer look, and gasped. It was a necklace. An emerald necklace, surrounded by gold, and five tiny diamonds. His mother's necklace. A necklace he had given up many years ago.
Blaine.
This human was Blaine.
Kurt saw the confusion in his long lost friend's eyes, and then the bright light in them dimmed, as Blaine passed through the void of consciousness. Practically involuntarily, Kurt let out a cry. "No! Blaine, Blaine, wake up!" He quickly dropped to his knees beside Blaine, and examined his wounds.
Oh god. Blaine had two arrows jutting out of his skin. Kurt swallowed down the bile. Disgusting. Humans were absolutely vile. How could they be so barbaric as to treat Blaine, such a kind, precious human with such cruelty? How could they have hurt his Blaine?
Oh. His Blaine. His. All his. Kurt knew he should have no claim to the beautiful human lying so peacefully on the ground, but he couldn't help but feel that he had one. He was Kurt's. They had shared that bond, created that special place so long ago.
And all this time, Blaine had kept the necklace. Kurt fingered it gently. It was as beautiful as he remembered it. Pristine and undamaged. His mother would have been proud. But now was not the time to admire Blaine's jewelry.
Taking a deep breath, Kurt carefully pulled the arrows out of Blaine's body, wincing as he did so. That immediately increased the blood spurting out of Blaine's soft, tanned skin. Kurt quickly grabbed a handkerchief from his satchel, and pressed it to Blaine's wounds. But he quickly realized that it would not be enough.
Blaine was injured. Perhaps fatally. And Kurt knew that if he didn't do something, Blaine would die. Kurt took several deep breaths, trying to clear his head. He had just found Blaine again, he couldn't lose him once more. He just couldn't. He did not know the depth of their bond, as he hadn't seen his long lost friend in ten years, but he knew that Blaine was someone special to him. And he could not watch this special, beautiful man die, while he sat back and did nothing.
But what could he do? Heal him? That would go against everything he knew, everything he believed in! His father would be furious, and the clan would immediately look at him in disapproval. He knew better than to heal a human. But Blaine was dying. He was dying. And Kurt knew he had the capacity to heal him. This was not the time for rules of the faeren. It was a rule, but not an official one. And besides, the clan had been known to make exceptions before. If he had to, he could beg Quinn and Puck to help him argue his case.
Taking in more air to steady himself, Kurt held his shaking hands above Blaine's arm, which was bleeding profusely. Closing his eyes, Kurt felt the magic running through his veins. Concentrating on Blaine's wound, he focused the magic, trying to direct it towards Blaine's wound, to heal the damaged skin. Peeking his eyes open, he saw that nothing had happened.
Damn it! Kurt had never excelled at healing magic. He had always struggled with it, more than the earth faeries. He was told that water and fire faeries had a little more trouble with it. What was it William had told him to do when he could not perform a healing?
Focus. Determination. Concentration. And maybe…Taking a deep breath, and closing his eyes again, Kurt repeated those steps, this time, trying to give the healing an extra boost from his water powers. Letting his mind take a backseat, his lips began to move, forming the words of a haunting lullaby his mother had once sung to him.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
The calming tune allowed his magic to surge through him, and blue spark erupted from his fingertips, travelling down to Blaine's skin. The quickly penetrated the layers of flesh, and began mending the wound, sealing it up, to prevent the man from losing any more of his precious blood.
Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free
Breathing deeply, Kurt tried to stay as energized as possible. He couldn't afford to lose energy, he needed as much of it as possible to heal Blaine. For the first time, he found himself thanking his father for forcing him to eat meat. He could not have performed a healing this strenuous if he had been living off of rabbit food for the past ten years.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Kurt watched with satisfaction and relief as Blaine's skin finally sealed itself. Blaine had lost a lot of blood from his arm, yes, but he wouldn't be losing any more. At least, not from that particular limb. Redirecting his focus to Blaine's leg, Kurt closed his eyes once more.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Soon enough, Blaine's leg was healed as well, and Kurt saw the man's breathing steadying slightly. He would live. Kurt knew inside his heart, that Blaine would live. Rising to his feet, Kurt nearly lost balance, and realized just how exhausted he was. He certainly was in no position to carry Blaine back to the village.
However, he couldn't just leave the man here. Surely another faerie would find him, or perhaps the enemies that had caused him this suffering in the first place. Besides, he didn't have a hope of convincing the Council, unless he brought Blaine with him.
Sensing the presence of a horse somewhere near, Kurt let out a high pitched, piercing whistle. Almost immediately, a cream colored horse came trotting his way. Kurt held out a placating hand, and ran it against the stallion's skin three times. Almost immediately the beast was calmed.
"Shh boy." Kurt whispered softly. "I need you to help me bring Blaine back to McKinley. Can you do that?" The horse looked soulfully back into Kurt's eyes, and he knew that the steed would do what he had asked.
Gently lifting Blaine up, Kurt carefully placed his friend on the back of the horse. He leaned against the creature for a moment, realizing how utterly exhausted, and how spent he truly was. But he had to press on.
Keeping one hand steady on the side of the horse's neck, Kurt led the way to the McKinley village. He knew their entrance would cause an uproar, and he knew that there would be hell to pay for it. But right now he had more pressing matters. He had to get Blaine to professional care. He had lost so much blood. And god, everyone knew that Terri, Will's mate, was worse at healing than Kurt was, though she was supposed to be the Healer.
Hopefully Quinn could do something for Blaine. She would understand. She knew what it was like to have feelings for a human.
Not that Kurt had feelings for Blaine. Not those kinds of feelings anyways.
Making his way into the village, he heard a series of gasps, and mutterings going all around. But that was okay. Kurt was used to being the source of gossip. Normally he would love the attention, but right now he was a little focused on other things.
"K'yur'tea, what is the meaning of this?"
Kurt took a shuddery breath, as the leader of the Council, Figgins, roared from his pedestal at the front of the village. Oh god, he was in so much trouble. He would be shoveling the pixie dust for months because of this. Yet he couldn't bring himself to care.
"Kurt?" Kurt saw Dave out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored him. "Kurt, is that a human? Oh god, darling, are you alright?" Kurt's stomach clenched painfully at the term of endearment, but still, he ignored his fated mate.
"This is Blaine. He is a human, but he was injured. We have to help him, he lost a lot of blood." Kurt said, trying to put authority in his voice. As the only water faerie, he did have some semblance of authority, but not nearly enough to ask for this. He doubted even Sue of the Sylvester kinfolk could get away with something like this.
"We will do no such thing Porcelain!" The faerie in question barked down from her spot next to Figgins. Kurt took a deep breath. He could feel himself growing dizzy. He didn't have time for the ramblings and arguments that went on with the Council.
"We must!" Kurt cried. To hell with it all, he was screwed anyways. "Ten years ago, I created a friendship bond with him, one that has only strengthened over time." He fingered the bracelet on his slender wrist, slightly faded from time. "And today I healed him. He is bonded to a faerie, and under the Faeren Doctrine, he is under the protection of the clan!"
There was an outbreak of more mutterings, some clearly outraged. But Kurt couldn't hear them. In fact, he couldn't hear anything. He felt himself swaying. "Just…take care of him." He mumbled, before collapsing to his knees, and giving in to the temptation.
Sleep.