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Lost and Found

On the next morning, after swallowing Breyta bean and some random painkillers that Blaine summoned, he joined the Generals and Kurt's sparring at the garden as an audience. By the time Blaine got there (he was very late, considering the amount of time he spent looking for the right way to get there), Evans was already on the ground and had his nose broken by, he assumed, the General who stood beside the fireplace yesterday.

"Do you really have to break my nose again, Finn?!" Sam spat the words as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hand, pushing away Finn who was trying to help him angrily with the other hand.

"I-I'm sorry, Sam," the General named Finn said with full of regrets. He tried to approach his fellow General but Sam had risen to his feet and walked away toward the castle, hand still clutching on his face.

"Oh come on, Sam. It's just a broken nose!" The female General who sat beside Kurt rolled her eyes. Kurt smacked her arm with an accusation on his look then shifted to Finn. "You should go after him."

Finn sighed but still nodded. He then presumed to sprint through the garden and caught up with Sam right in front of the door. Blaine could hear Sam was yelling at him and the conversation soon went dead as they disappeared behind the door.

Santana stepped to the middle of the arena with both arms on her hips and acted as if nothing had happened. "Okay, who's next?"

"Hey," Kurt greeted him when he noticed his presence. Blaine tore his eyes from the castle and gladly landed it on the prince as he took a seat on the stone bench beside him. "Hey."

"How is your arm?" Kurt asked him, sounded deeply concern.

"Still sore, but it's getting better," Blaine assured him as Puck stepped forward to face the female General. "What did I miss?"

"Just Finn broke Sam's nose," he shrugged like it was nothing. "It was a short fight, you didn't miss anything other than that."

His tone sounded almost bored but Blaine could spot a hint of tiredness on his voice. As Kurt moved his attention back to the sparring, Blaine stole a glance at him to see thin black circles under his eyes. The make up was made carefully but Blaine could tell that Kurt had not got any sleep last night.

"So, weapon or power?" Blaine heard Puck asked the question while playing casually with his sword. Santana smirked; as soon as she threw her sword to the ground, Blaine could hear familiar crackling sound of electricity followed by small lightning dancing around her palms.

"Kurt," Rachel called him immediately with a worried tone, right after Puck threw his sword too.

"Right." Both of them stood up quickly and when Kurt realized Blaine did not, he had half dragged him along with them.

"Wha-"

"You don't want to go near them when they're using their power," Kurt patiently told him as they took quick steps to catch up with Rachel. She led them toward the stairs to the entrance where Finn and Sam went on earlier and there was where they settled down to watch the match safely.

Blaine turned around just in time to see burst of flame appeared from the tip of Puck's fingers and slowly enveloping his entire arms.

It became clear why Kurt and Rachel were eager to put such a distance between those two.

Puck created a flame ball and threw it to Santana's direction, only to be avoided almost effortless by her. The fire ended up hitting the ground and instantly burnt the grass into ashes. Santana ran toward him, stuck her right arm forward and small thunder slithered to Puck's direction. He jumped backward right in time; the ground where he stood earlier was fried into a smoking dust within a second.

The dance continued and both generals seemed as an equal opponent to the other. Although Blaine's hatred arise yet again when he saw Puck's power for the first time, he could not deny the fact that he was astounded by their performance.

"Who do you think will win?" Blaine asked to either Kurt or Rachel.

"Santana," the two McKinley answered almost instantly.

Blaine did not know if it had happened more than once but as soon as they said it he heard Puck shouted in pain as his body was electrocuted by Santana's hand on his neck. When she let him go, he collapsed onto the ground and immediately stopped moving after that.

"Well, that was rather quick than the last time," Kurt said as if he was commenting the weather.

"Considering his ego is getting bigger than his brain, I'm not so surprise myself," Rachel added, rolling her eyes.

The two began to approach their comrades with Blaine on their back. Santana greeted them with the best smug smile she could produce and clearly she was an expert.

"Yes, yes, we know," Kurt said tiredly as if he could read her mind. "Now if you please take him to the infirmary- Don't give me that look, Lopez. You're the one who knocked him down after all."

"Fine, Princess Kurt," she grumbled, looking at the unconscious General in disgust. "Berry, help me carrying this slug."

"I don't see why . . ."

"Because I said so, Midget. Now hurry up!"

Kurt rolled his eyes as the two generals continued their arguing while dragging Puck on both of his arms. Blaine had to hold his smile when they struggled to step into the castle through the stairs; he did not envy Puck's head.

When it was just two of them there, Kurt sighed and without a word he walked slowly following his generals' trail to the castle.

"That's it?" asked Blaine bewildered. In Dalton, he and the Generals could spar for a day long until someone passed away.

Kurt turned around and shrugged. "Well, what do you expect? It's sparring."

"No, I mean, we haven't sparred yet and . . ."

Kurt sighed. With the frown brows and all of the tiredness on his posture, he looked much older than his age. "I don't know, Devon. It's not that I don't want to spar with you; it's just . . ."

Blaine did not listen until he was finished and instead turned around and walked to the middle of the arena. Kurt watched him confusedly as Blaine just stood there and did nothing but starred back at him.

"Devon . . ."

"I think you just scared that I can beat you," Blaine said plainly, arms folded and chin held high.

Kurt slowly took the bait as he threw a small smile to mock Blaine. "Watch it, soldier, or I might kick your ass."

"My apologies, Prince Kurt."

Kurt's smile grew wilder, but Blaine could see hesitancy on his eyes, so he changed his tactic and instead return his smile back.

"Come on. I might even distract you from whatever you're thinking right now. You deserve that much."

Kurt looked at him then to the castle, and back at Blaine once again. Finally, sighed defeatedly and turned back to join him.

"So, power then?"

Blaine almost opened his mouth but then shut it immediately.

He was too busy trying to engage Kurt in sparring without planning what his power would be.

Kurt seemed to take it as a tease for him to even question about it because slowly a thin layer of ice started to appear on his right palm and when it was thick enough it grew and in the next second Kurt had an ice sword with him.

This was going to be tricky for him.

Without any warning, Kurt attacked him.

Blaine was beyond proud when he was able to defeat all of his generals in sparring but not until that day he realized that none of them were as quick as Kurt. Not only quicker, but also smarter. Every step, every stab, every move that he made was all but meaningless. In less than five minutes, Blaine was panting hard just to avoid that ice sword.

"Do you need to warm up?" Kurt mocked him after he forced Blaine to step back few meters to catch a breath.

Blaine gave him a half hearted smile as sweats drenched his shirt.

As the fights continued, Blaine began to realise that he had no chance of winning if he could not use his power. He also suspected that Kurt had been holding his back against him; sticking to his ice sword only from the beginning.

And Kurt was really good with that sword.

The thought stole his concentration for a second but it was enough for Kurt to finally land a swift stab on Blaine's arm. He gasped in pain and managed to roll back few meters from him, hand clutching on the new wound.

Kurt did not pursue him but when he looked at him, there was no regret on his expression; not that Blaine expecting one. He knew what sparring mean; after all he had had worse than this.

However, if he did not come up with something sooner, he might ended up in the infirmary again.

Kurt decided that Blaine had enough rest because he began to continue his attack on him. Blaine almost growled when he was forced to once again step back to make a safe distance from that ice blade.

Funny, how he got beaten with something made of ice. If he had his sword, the metal would easily . . .

Metal.

That still counts as element, doesn't it?

With a victorious smile on his face, Blaine turned around so his back was facing Kurt and whispered the word that he was dying to say from the start.

"Metal knives."

A set of knives, completely made of metal from the tip of the blade to the handle, appeared on his palm and soon one of them flew toward Kurt's direction. Kurt made in time to bend his knees before it got into his chest; his eyes widened in shock.

"What was that about?" Kurt shouted, a hint of anger on his voice but Blaine ignored it.

"My warming session is over."

He quickly threw the second blade that was followed with the third one, only to be accepted in the ground as Kurt managed to dodge them before running toward him for payback. Blaine turned his head to hide his lips and murmured, "Metal sword."

A loud crack erupted in the sky as Blaine's sword broke Kurt's sword into two. Blaine could not hold his smirk as Kurt's face blushed in anger seeing the state of his weapon.

Nothing, especially ice, could beat Dalton's finest metal.

Kurt did not let his shock overcome him too long because as quick as Blaine broke it, Kurt grew the sword back and threw even fiercer stabs at him.

Blaine broke that sword numerous time and Kurt grew it back at the same time. The cycle kept going until the metal finally hit the ice's sword handle and broke it into pieces, unrepairable.

The two soldier watched as the ice melted on the ground, both panting hard and their whole body ached in tiredness. Kurt avoided his gaze as he stared at the pool of water beneath his feet.

It was clear for both of them that Kurt had just lost the match. Blaine was panting hard and tried to meet Kurt's gaze to make it official but he still stared at the ground.

"Kurt . . ."

Before Blaine could finish his words, Kurt, instead giving up like Blaine had expected, turned around and threw a knife made from ice at Blaine. He did not wait to see if it hit the target; he just threw more of them and at the same time ran toward Blaine's direction.

Blaine's eyes widened as he dodged the first blade before it hit his chest. The second blade, however, grazed his right shoulder deeply when he swung his sword to knock down the other blades. He did not have the chance to check the wound or even stepped back because Kurt now chose to engage him in empty hand combat.

When Blaine was finally able to see Kurt's eyes, the gorgeous, kind gold that he saw all this time was replaced by wild, murderous eyes.

The eyes of those who would kill his enemies without any hesitancy.

Blaine's heart raced as he tried to avoid Kurt's strong fist from knocking him down. "Kurt!" he tried to snap him back but it was like talking to an angry animal.

He could tell that Kurt had been holding himself all this time. Now, he threw punch, kick, and summoned any kind of weapon that he could think of whenever he had the chance. Sweat pouring down Blaine's forehead as he tried to keep up with the Prince. The blade had been long gone from his hand since Kurt gave no room for him to use it.

Blaine's distracted mind finally made him earned a swift right hook on the jaw and was followed by a kick on the chest that knocked the air out of his lungs and sent him sprawled on the ground.

Kurt finally stopped pursuing Blaine. He stood above him with chest heaving for air and that was when Blaine could see him clearly for the first time since the match started.

He never saw so many emotions got mixed on those golden eyes.

Furious,

"Prince Kurt, it's . . ."

"My father seems to be getting worse. Why?" Kurt cut the Head of Healer before he could finish welcoming him on his personal chamber in the infirmary.

William Schuester sighed as we told Kurt to sit down and shut the door so that they were alone in that room.

"Well?" Kurt pushed him, desperation written on his face.

Will bit his lips, considering the words that he was going to say, but accepting the fact that bad news was still bad news, no matter how one said it.

"I've done everything I can, Kurt. His heart could not take the burden any longer."

denial,

Kurt's whole body froze as he tried to digest what Will was trying to say. "You mean, my father will die?"

Will tried to approach him, to give some sort of comfort, but Kurt stepped back and threw a hurtful look toward him.

"Try . . . Try again. Any kind of herbs that you know. There must be . . ."

Will was finally able to close the distance between them and embraced him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt."

and sorrow. A very deep one Blaine made Blaine felt as if he could not see hope beneath it.

"How long?" Kurt murmured on Will's ear as silent tears trailing down his face. He could feel Will's body shook hard from holding back his own tears when he gave him the answer.

"A week. If McKinley was kind enough, two."

Kurt did not know what he was doing until he found Devon was already lying on the ground, hands clutching on his chest that he just kicked. Even so, he could still manage to look concern at him.

Pitying him for what had happened to his family.

"Fight me, soldier! Don't you dare hold your back on me!" Kurt barked at Devon before making a move to slash him using his sword.

"Kurt! Stop!" Devon said, merely dodging his attacks without fighting back. Seeing this, Kurt's eyes had gone black.

"I don't need your pity! FIGHT ME!"

Devon winced when the tip of Kurt's blade pierced his thigh. Another jab to the shoulder and blood started to soak into his Guardian's shirt.

He just wanted to erase those concern expression on everybody's face.

Kurt made another stab toward him but Devon caught his wrist this time. Before Kurt could pull it back, Devon turned around and threw Kurt straight to the ground using his arm as the leverage. The impact took the air out of Kurt's lungs and the next thing he knew, Devon's knife was pointed right at his throat.

Nobody made a move but to return their breath rhythm back for several minutes. Kurt had let his sword melt away from his hand but Devon still kept his knife on his neck. Suddenly, Kurt felt something wet trickling down his face and that was when he realized he was crying during the match.

Devon slowly withdrew the knife but still half pinned Kurt on the ground. He felt Blaine's eyes was scanning him carefully and suddenly a rush of exhaustion enveloped him.

"Please, don't," Kurt said in tiny voice, turning his head to the side to avoid Devon's gaze. He closed his eyes and felt another rush of tears flowing down his cheek.

That moment, Kurt wished Devon was not his Guardian so he could use the knife to end his life.

Before sorrow got to him first.

Blaine never saw someone could be this broken until Kurt came to his life. Something clearly bothered him badly and Blaine finally released his bottle of emotions toward his direction. Throwing him off his feet was not something Blaine happy to do to him at this state but his head needed to be cooled a bit or Blaine would get the consequences.

He kept Kurt under his knife for precaution and when he seemed to calm down a bit, Blaine pulled it back.

It broke his heart to see Kurt gave no reaction toward all of this. With tears still flowing down his face, he avoid having eye contact with him and merely lie down, accepting his defeat.

"Please, don't."

Blaine blinked twice on hearing the request. Kurt knew he was going to ask what had troubled him. He turned his head from Blaine and cried in silent, let the sorrow overcome him completely.

Exposing his neck like that giving Blaine the idea that he really wanted him to end his life right there.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. It would be so easy to kill Kurt since no one else was in the garden that moment. One move and his mission would be half complete, leaving him with the King to be killed next.

He might even do Kurt a favor to escape from his trouble.

Blaine once again took a good look at the prince and suddenly shame washed him like a chill water.

How could he think like what his father would do?

As if the knife burnt his skin, Blaine quickly dropped it on the ground and raised to his feet, lifted his weight off from Kurt. When Kurt turned his head to see what Blaine was doing, his eyes caught the hand that offered to help him up.

Their eyes stared at each other for ten seconds before Kurt finally took Blaine's hand and let him pulled his exhausted body up. Blaine did not let his hand go of him before he was sure enough Kurt could stand straight on both feet.

"Nice sparring. Next time, I'll beat you for sure, though." Blaine started to walk toward the castle but stopped when he noticed Kurt did not follow him. Kurt still stood at the same spot where he left him; shock and confusion written of his face.

"Coming? I'm starving."

Small smile slowly lit from Kurt's lips and his feet started to make small steps toward Blaine's direction. As he walked pass him, Kurt did not say anything but giving Blaine a broken smile of gratitude.

Blaine could not suppress his own smile as he walked behind the prince, knowing that Kurt would be alright for now.

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