A/N : This chapter also goes with some warnings including heavy angst, character's death, explicit violence scene, and did I mention angst? Anyway, I hope you like it. Please leave your comments and reviews so I can know if I'm doing it right or wrong, pretty please?

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee but the plot of this story is mine

Past and Future

Blaine stampeded to the man's way with sword on his left hand and without slowing down, he blocked the enemy's incoming sword and slammed his whole body, threw both of them off the floor. The movement managed to startle his opponent and cost him his sword but then both of them had to engage in empty hand combat on the ground. Blaine abandoned his sword and, using both his arms, made a grip lock around the Carmel soldier's neck and choked him effectively. His right arm protested the tension but his chance of winning depended on speed; he knew he could not afford having more fight after what he had been through that day, especially not with the man who managed to kill Santana.

The man struggled hard under his lock. He tried to pry Blaine's hand off him with his claw but Blaine did not budge. His legs jolting wildly that Blaine had to put his right leg to pin them down.

Suddenly, the man's hand flew above his head and somehow was able to reach at Blaine's right shoulder wound. Before Blaine could do anything, the hand dug its nail into it and Blaine instantly screamed. Blinded with pain, Blaine's grip loosened and the man wasted no time to send an elbow to his stomach and toppled Blaine off him. As Blaine collapsed to the floor, the enemy stood up and walked away to retrieve his sword he dropped earlier.

"You're good, but not good enough," the man said. His breathing was rapid but other than that he appeared unharmed. On the contrary, Blaine groaned in pain as he pressed his hand on the shoulder wound to stop the bleeding. He felt that at least one of his rib might be broken from being elbowed just now.

"I already killed your men near the border," Blaine said, gritted his teeth as he slowly stood up, hand still clutched onto his shoulder. He did not miss the single blink the man made when he continued. "I know your plan and right now our men have been alerted about you and your comrades' presence in the castle." Blaine looked straight to his eyes when he was finally back on his two feet and said the next words. "Give up now and I might end your life quickly."

The man suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. He used the sword to support him as he bowed his head, giggling like a mad man.

Blaine frowned. "I don't remember saying anything funny."

The man was finally able control himself long enough to said, "No, but hearing it while seeing what I could see now makes it pretty hilarious."

"What do you mean?"

The man raised his sword and slowly he walked toward Blaine. His smile was menacing. "My power is to see and track my target's whereabouts."

Blaine tried to control his racing heart as he took a step backward each time the man took one toward him. The man's confidence somehow made him shook slightly.

"For example," the Carmel soldier closed his eyes but still raised the sword high to anticipate Blaine, "Right now, I can see the King playing with Death on his chamber." Blaine's heart skipped a beat. As if he was able to notice this, the man smiled. "With that kind of heart, all my men have to do is just appeared in front of him and he'll be gone for good."

"You are all trapped. I told you the guards have already been alerted!" Blaine yelled, a single note of panic slipped his tongue.

The man calmly put a finger on his lips. "Listen carefully."

As both men stood in silence, slowly a new faint noise filled the air. Blaine let his eyes wandered toward the stairs and gritted his teeth in frustration.

It was the sound of battle, coming from downstairs.

"That's the sound of my man's projections playing with your guards. Now, as for the Prince," the man closed his eyes again and his smile grew wider seeing he had got Blaine's full attention.

"My soldier was with him inside that room. She broke his leg so he won't get far once I'm finished with you."

Blaine almost lunged at him when the tip of the man's sword was aimed toward his face. The owner of the sword grinned menacingly. "Did I just hit a soft spot? How does the Prince feel, knowing that his beloved General has failed him?"

In the middle of his speech, Blaine turned his injured but free palm to his back so the man could not see it. He needed to end this as quickly as possible.

Kurt was not safe in that room.

"I promise you," Blaine said, pouring venom on each word he delivered, "that I will end you with my dagger slit your throat."

The man's smile grew wider. "That would be rather difficult for you, especially when I'm the one with weapon right now, General."

"I'm not a General. I'm Prince Hummel's Guardian!"

Blaine tightened his grip on the dagger he summoned and lashed it to his arm. The startled man dropped his sword when Blaine's dagger cut his hand. Blaine switched the dagger to his left hand and he lunged toward his enemy.

The man seemed to have overcome his shock and he responded well to each attack Blaine threw at him. He was a bit taller than Blaine but he was fast, and the fact that his injury slowed him was not good for Blaine. Blaine jabbed at his chest and the blade only grazed his uniform as he dodged it and went pass Blaine's arm to land another blow at his right arm. Blaine screamed in pain and tried to protect his injured arm from further assault by aiming his dagger to the man's leg instead, but the enemy seemed to read this. He dodged it again by an inch from his left calf and like a bolt he appeared behind Blaine, grabbed his armed arm and gave a painful twist. Before Blaine's dagger touched the ground, the man gave a kick to his side and slammed him down on his back to the ground. The pain doubled as soon as the man pressed his knee to Blaine's right shoulder that made his vision blurred for a moment.

"I wish my men hadn't injured you too much. You're definitely a better fighter than that female General over there," he said.

Blaine tried to fight back but he grabbed his other hand and pulled out a silver knife from his belt. Suddenly, all of his sense sharpened. Everything slowed down before his vision. His skin was aware of the tip of a knife being placed above his neck; his ears heard nothing but his own heart beat beating wildly; and his mind was repeatedly echoing two words until Blaine finally understood.

Defend yourself!

But he could not! Defending himself meant that he had to summon a weapon that there was no way the man could not see it this time.

"Don't worry, I'll make this quick," the man said, adding more pressure to the knife. Blaine could feel blood trickling from the new wound.

Was this how he died? Slaughtered by Carmel soldier inside McKinley? It sounded like a bad joke.

"After that, I'm going to make him see his beloved men dead in his feet before I take his head back to Carmel," the man said with a wide almost manic grin.

Blaine only saw red after that.

"Sword."

The weapon appeared on Blaine's right hand, the one the enemy did not bother to restraint because of his injury, and thrusteit toward him. This time, the man did not react right in time and the blade managed to penetrate the left side of his stomach. He yelped in agony and fell off Blaine; hands pressed the wound to stop the bleeding.

A new rush of rage numbed Blaine's sense. While he used the new weapon as a leverage to pull himself up, the now wounded enemy dragged himself as far as he could get from Blaine.

For the first time, Blaine saw fear in his eyes.

With sword on his left hand, Blaine slowly approached the dumbfounded enemy. The man abandoned his effort to use his legs and simply used his arms to drag his body, leaving a thick trail of blood behind.

"You . . You're . . ." His words were cut when Blaine gave a merciless kick to his head, slamming it to the wall beside him.

The man raised both his hands to defend his head from further assault but Blaine simply grabbed him by the collar and kicked the bleeding stomach, causing him to wail in pain.

"W-wait!" he gasped after being knocked out of air from falling back to the ground. Blaine was hovering above him; his expression was colder than ice.

"I-I'm sorry . . . for interfering y-your mission," the man choked, clearly struggled on each word from the blood lost. "Carmel wants to be . . . your side . . . we can help . . Clear the path for you . . . kill the Pr-"

The man did not have the chance to finish his offer as Blaine knelt down beside him and, without a word, slit his throat with the sword.

He could handle hearing the rest of his proposition.

The fact that the man was right, that Blaine was indeed there to kill Kurt in the first place, was unbearable for him.

"Are you . . ."

"I'm fine," Kurt quickly dismissed her concern when he insisted on trying to get up. After covering his broken leg with a thick layer of ice to numb the pain and acted as a cast at the same time, Kurt grew a block of ice from the floor as his support to help him get up on his foot. That and with Sunshine's help, he was finally able to stand even though he was leaning almost completely to the wall.

Between the heavy breaths Kurt took, they just noticed the voice from outside subdued to almost nothing. Before Kurt could share his concern, Sunshine's sudden voice distracted him.

"Is this Devon of yours has black curly hair and the same height as James?"

Kurt blinked twice at the odd question, and then realized that she had never seen his Guardian before. "Yes. How do you know?"

There was a glint of sadness behind the smile as she shook her head but she said nothing.

"Listen, I really think we should . . ."

"There are two other Carmel soldiers besides me and General James, and they're going after the King," Sunshine said, as if she did not listen to him.

Kurt felt as if an invisible ice water poured down onto him. "What . . ."

"Just listen, okay? I don't have much time," she said, unconsciously looking back at the door before she continued. "The man has the power to create projections while the woman can see through walls. Send Devon and General Berry to go after them."

"Wha- what are your talking about?" Kurt asked in confusion.

Sunshine took a step back toward the door without breaking eye contact with him. He could see fear and composure at the same time, radiating from her glassy eyes.

"Sunshine?" He tried to ask again when she decided to spill it out.

"I could see how people greet the Death."

The room was dead quiet for two seconds, save from the faint noise of fight from outside. Then, slowly, realization came to Kurt.

"You saw how I die, no, how everyone is going to die." Then a sudden burst of anger replaced his tone. "Is that why you're trying to protect me? So I can die by your way?"

A single drop of tear fell from her eyes as she looked hurt by his accusation. "Do you know how it feels like, to look at those you love and watched all of them die and there is nothing you could do to stop it?" Another tear fell as she took another step back. "I'm not playing with Faith, Prince Hummel. Faith makes me watch him play and I see yours will be played by Him."

Kurt suddenly felt dizzy. "What?"

"Whatever happens to you, you won't be the same after that," she said, bloodshot eyes shot right at Kurt. "It will left scars, I can see it, but you have to hold on. Hold on to whatever is left in you, okay?"

"If you do not have the control, then why are you doing this?" Kurt pressed, somehow felt that he would not like the answer.

By that time, Sunshine was only one step away from the door. She raised her sword, as if she wanted to attack Kurt but she did not move from her place. All hints of fear and sorrow suddenly melted away from her eyes, leaving only peaceful smile when she gave him the answer.

"Because this is where Faith ends my suffering."

It all happened too fast for Kurt.

He was too late to react when the door collapsed, he was too late to stop Devon from raising his sword, but he caught Sunshine's lips forming words that made him finally scream when the blade pierced through her heart.

Thank you.

"SUNSHINE!"

Kurt's head went blank as he tried to reach for her. The pain instantly came back and made him collapsed onto the ground, still far away from her, but it did not matter anymore.

The empty looked in her eyes told him that it was too late.

Kurt felt like he was being underwater. Everything moved sluggishly in front of his eyes. He saw Sunshine's body dropped unceremoniously to the floor when the sword was being withdrawn from her empty shell. It felt years when Devon tried to approach him. His Guardian knelt in front of him and said something he could not understand.

Then, suddenly, everything went back to Kurt.

"Are you okay?" asked Devon, one octave behind from yelling at his face.

Kurt unconsciously looked at the abandoned body near the door. Devon seemed to catch this and in confusion he asked, "Who is she?"

Kurt took a shaky breath and dragged his eyes away from her and back at Devon. "A lost girl."

Devon frowned but did not press him more. "Listen, your father . . ."

"I know," Kurt tried to bring himself focus on what he could still work with. "South Tower. You need to go there."

"What about you?" Devon asked, frowning at him.

"I'll be alright. Please," Kurt grabbed his shirt and stared right into those golden eyes he trusted, "save my father."

Devon seemed hesitated for a second, but then without a word he snaked his healthy arm under Kurt's and tried his best to pulled him up. Kurt shut his eyes from the pain and felt thankful when Devon waited for him to collect himself before letting him go. Kurt was about to speak to him when he noticed the blood staining almost every part of Blaine's shirt.

"You're wounded!"

"I'll live," Devon quickly dismissed him by offering his sword. "Take this."

"I can . . ."

"You're in no condition to neither fight nor use your power. Take it," he repeated, leaving no room for argument. "I can get another one somewhere else."

"Bring Rachel with you," Kurt added after receiving Devon's sword.

"She's already there."

Kurt's heart sunk a bit. He hoped Sunshine was lying to him earlier but fear began to creep onto him when all the evidence said otherwise.

Devon was eyeing him closely, he looked really worried. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Kurt nodded curtly. "Go. Be careful"

Hearing the order had been given, Devon turned his back and did not look back again until he disappeared from his sight.

Kurt stood in silence for a moment, his head still trying to process everything that just happened. Slowly, with the help of the sword as his leverage, he walked to the door. He did not have the courage to look at Sunshine again when he walked passed her.

When he reached the door, the noise of battle from downstairs could be hear faintly. He grabbed the stone frame and leaned to it so he could see the outside of his chamber.

One tear dropped to the floor, followed by the others. He did not realize he was crying ,at least not until his vision was blurry from the tears.

The market, as usual, was really crowded that day. Kurt had just brought breads for his father and was about to return to the castle when he saw someone with the same black coat as his coming out of a bakery shop as he passed. The person was in the middle of fixing the hood to her head when their eyes met and to Kurt's surprise, he knew the person really well.

"Santana?"

She dropped her jaw from the shock but before she could react, another woman came from the shop and stopped by Santana's side. She looked lovely. She was wearing soft yellow dress and a white apron; her golden hair matched her eyes.

The girl saw Santana was staring at Kurt so Kurt quickly approached them with smile.

"Sorry, that was very rude of me. I'm Santana's colleague, Kurt," Kurt said, bowed politely.

As he expected, the girl did not know his identity because she merely smiled back and tilted her head. "My name is Brittany. You never mentioned any Kurt before, Santana?" she turned to the General with a spark of playful accusation on her bright golden eyes.

"Did I? I must have forgotten," Santana smiled nervously.

Brittany looked back at Kurt and this time she frowned. "Have we met before? You seem familiar."

"I often go down to the city so perhaps you have seen me," Kurt offered the usual lie, ignoring Santana's rolling eyes.

"I have to go now, Brittany," Santana interrupted them before her friend could not stop. "Why don't you go first? I'll catch up in a moment," she said with a fake sweet smile to Kurt. Her voice indicated that she would not take no as an answer.

Now Kurt had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Sure. It was a pleasure to meet you, Brittany."

"The pleasure is mine. Drop by to my shop next time you visit the city!"

"I will." He thanked her, gave her a smile that he also threw at Santana just to piss her off, and walked away until he could slip behind someone else's house to take a look on those girls. His jaw almost fell down when Santana planted a kiss to the other girl's lips. The way they looked at each other almost melted him away. To be honest, he really did not expect Santana to be capable of doing all of that.

Finally, Santana said her goodbye and she followed the path Kurt had abandoned. He prayed that she did not know he was spying on them but even Kurt knew it was a false hope.

"Get out," she said, once she was near his hiding place. Kurt went out with both hands raised to welcome any assault she would give him but she merely kept walking. Kurt quickly ran after her.

"Hey, hey, I don't have a problem with it, okay? She seems nice and . . ."

"I swear to McKinley, I will bury you if you say anything about her to the others," she growled, finally stopped walking and pierced him with her deadly look.

"Santana, there's nothing to be ashamed of," he frowned in confusion.

"It's not that! It's just . . . " Santana bit her lips and threw a glance at the path she just passed. "I don't want to have a weak spot. I can't, not with my current position."

Kurt knew exactly what bothered her. It was every soldier's dilemma, to have someone that could be used by the enemy against them. Not to mention someone in Kurt's position. If he was to be with someone, he would also want to keep him low key from the other kingdoms. That is if it was possible, which was definitely not.

"Fine, I won't tell anyone about your love life, but you do understand that consequences apply for both sides, right?"

"Get to the point, Hummel," she rolled her eyes.

"You cannot only focus on her safety. Yours is just as important as hers at this point. It will kill her if something happened to you."

"I can take care of myself, genius," she said, shaking her head but the frustration had melted away. They began to walk again when she added sarcastically, "And I'm under Hummel's protection, am I not? I think someone tell me that they will give us protection."

Kurt slammed his head to the doorframe, trying to shake off the guilt that was drowning him.

What have I done?

Once again, to Brittana shippers and Santana fandom, I am truly sorry!