A/N : I owe each one of you apology for abandoning this story for quite sometime now. It has been difficult lately for me to write because of the loads of work I must do but still.. Shoutout to Ang for reminding me that you guys still following this story. I hope you like this one, warning for major angsty Klaine though. I can't promise you when I will publish the next chapter but I will try my best to finish it faster than this chapter took to finish.

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

Ally and Enemy

King Anderson stood still at the bottom of his throne, thinking.

Too long was the only word that disturbed his mind.

The Great Hall was only being occupied by himself that afternoon. After he dismissed the guards, the King used the space to think. It had been 14 days since Blaine departed from McKinley and yet still no signs of anything he did there, assuming that Blaine already tried something regarding his quest in the first place.

It was his own fault, sending that kid from the start. The King knew Blaine was never a soldier since he was a child; he was nothing but disappointment. Not only that he showed no desire of joining him in the wars, he killed Dalton's chance of having worthier heir by decided to like men.

Remembering the flaws that Blaine has reminded him of his first deceased son and a pang of sorrow came back to him. Cooper was perfect. He led Dalton into glory days even when he was at the same age as Blaine. Everything one could see in a King, Cooper possessed it all if not more.

Then he went to war against McKinley and all of that vanished in a second.

A loud bang came from the opposite direction of his took his attention. A soldier was running toward him, ignoring the loud warning from the guards outside. They would pay for this and so would this soldier.

"I said no interruption, did I not?" was the only greet that he gave to the new person.

The soldier's face was reddened but he still bowed to him. "My apologies, My King, but I bring news regarding the current situation in McKinley."

This got his attention. "Speak."

"King Burt Hummel is dead."

The news was like a thunder in a day light. While the guard was heaving for air, the King stood motionless still trying to digest the news. He realized a bit too late that he was starting to laugh until the laugh was loud enough to fill the empty room.

Oh, finally. Finally!

Maybe he underestimated Blaine a bit too early. This could change the whole satiation. Now that they're losing their king, it would take some time to find his replacement for Dalton to . . .

"The prince," he suddenly remembered. The King stepped down and only stopped right in front of the frightened soldier. "What about their prince?"

The soldier swallowed. "Umm, the prince . . ."

"Is alive and going to take his father's place in no time."

The new feminine voice startled both of them. Standing with his held up high and charming but deadly at the same time, was Lady Shelby Corcoran of Carmel.

That day was going to be a lot interesting now.

The King's eyes were still on Corcoran when he spoke to his soldier. "I will not repeat this again. You let anyone inside this hall again and I will have you and the guards outside hanged."

As he let the guards scrambled toward the door, the Lady in Blue walked to his direction; his dark blue cloak swept across the floor. The King only spoke to her when the door had been fully sealed.

"Lady Corcoran, a pleasure to see you again," he casted a smile that could not reach his eyes.

"I did not come here to chat, Anderson," she laughed as she pulled off her gloves.

"Then we agree to go straight to the point this time." King Anderson walked back to his throne, hands clasped behind his back. "How do you know Hummel is dead?"

"Because our delegation was the one who killed him."

His head snapped up. "You attacked them?"

Lady Corcoran shrugged. "More like betrayed. We just want to seal the alliance between the two kingdoms but they slay us like savages."

The King sighed heavily. What did Blaine even do there? At least Carmel did not know that that boy was there. "I don't see the reason why you come here if not to gloat."

Lady Corcoran rubbed her hands, as if deciding what she would say to him. Then, she spoke slowly, "It would be wise . . . not to underestimate the enemy."

At that remark, King Anderson laughed hard. "Do you think I am as stupid as those McKinley? Why would I want to join forces with Carmel?"

The lady was now the one who smiled at the other's words. "Like I said, it is not wise to underestimate your enemy."

"Because you have been into wars against them and yet a bunch of our men beat you down in just one night."

The King gritted his teeth. "Dalton . . ."

"Grief has consumed you, King Anderson. You have been reckless and wasted time trying to destroy McKinley with you anger," the Lady stepped forward as she continued merciless.

"Woman . . ."

"Are you really going to sacrifice your kingdom just to avenge your belated son? What was his name, Cooper?"

The King reacted immediately and in the next second, his sword was already on her throat.

"Speak of him again," the King's voice was dripping venom on her ear, "And I will send your head back to Goolsby."

The Lady's mask finally cracked a bit but she still managed to maintain her composure. She did not even bother to look at him when she asked, "All my King asks is to let us help you. We both want that kingdom to be put down and right now we got a player that is still green in this game. If we could join forces between Dalton and Carmel, it would be much easier for both of us."

The sword was still being held high on her neck but those words slowly got to him. Deep down, he knew that she was right. Having wars with McKinley had worn his kingdom out and McKinley slowly learnt to adapt with their power. Carmel, on the other hand, have not fought them until few days ago and looked what they did that day.

"What can you offer to earn my trust?"

"We know a secret passage in the woods that will lead your army straight to heart of McKinley castle. We will leave Prince Hummel for you as a peace offering while we guard the outer wall and trap them inside."

"A promise worth nothing to me."

"How about the future itself?"

Their eyes finally met again. He did not expect this at all.

"Go on. Use your power on me. See if I lie."

King Anderson eyed her for a moment to see something that would gave her lie away, but there were none. Very slowly, he lowered his sword and he could sense Lady Corcoran let out a subtle breath of relieve. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and leaned toward her ear.

"Lend me your power."

As he consumed her power temporarily, the Lady dropped onto the floor but he did not let her arm go. Instead, he let visions flooding his mind as if it came from every direction. It was like walking through a giant library except those books were screaming to get his attention. There was one vision that was caught by him. He retrieved it and let himself getting sucked to it.

Everything was grey to the King. After observing his surroundings, he realized that he was inside McKinley. As he kept walking, he saw dead bodies piling on across the corridors. His soldiers appeared and were moving forward fiercely to corner the enemy. The vision led him until he arrived at an opened giant door.

He saw himself, standing proudly and for the first time since forever, he wore the face of a winner. In front of him was Prince Kurt Hummel himself, barely able to stand on his own feet. Even though he still holding his sword, he was not able to lift it so it was left hanging on his side. Blood covered most of his body and some even dripping onto the floor, staining the marble floor.

The King of Dalton on his vision slowly approached the young prince. The last line of Hummel was just stood there, waiting for his fate. There were movements somewhere near them but it was only a blur and the two of them did not pay attention to it, so King Anderson's eyes were only on them. The other him grabbed Hummel by his shoulder as he placed the tip of his sword on top of his heart.

As their eyes met, King Anderson spoke his last words in that vision.

"The existence of McKinley ends today."

The real King Anderson yanked himself back to reality and he almost joined Lady Corcoran on the floor as his stamina was drained. The lady herself still looked pale but she managed to throw a smile at him.

"Like what you saw?"

King Anderson let a breathless laugh as he tried to catch his breath.

"Very much."

Blaine did not know how long he and Kurt had been sitting on the floor of Kurt's chamber. It must had been hours after the ceremony was over but none of them dare to disturb the temporal peace they could have that time.

Kurt had done crying his grief out just a moment ago. He now lie content on the arm of Blaine, both starring at the empty wall, hoping that somehow the solution of their problems could appear on it.

"Never have I thought that I would be with the person whom I love like this," Kurt suddenly said in a low voice.

Blaine snorted a silent laugh. "I would not even dream it at all."

Kurt snuggled closer to his chest and Blaine quietly embraced him as the other continued. "I always imagined that we accidentally met in an unexpected place and fell in love in that exact moment. Well, at least I could have that part," he let out a broken smile that matched Blaine's.

"We keep trying to meet secretly as much as we can until one of the generals of my father busts us." The laugh soon died and was replaced by another sobbing. "Then my . . . my father will force me to introduce you to him a-and . . ."

Blaine tightened his arms around him as Kurt made another painful sobbing out of his exhausted soul.

"H-he . . . he did ask me to introduce you to him, you know?" he cried. "That clever old man. He knew I was in love with you after the incident at the market."

The sobbing grew louder again and Blaine did nothing but holding the trembling man. It was after Kurt had calmed down a bit that he chose to speak.

"When I went down to the underground passage and met your father, he had the time when he regained his sense and saw me trying to help him." Blaine swallowed when a heavy weight suddenly grew on his chest. He did not want to lie to Kurt again but he had to. "He, umm . . ., I did not know what made him entrusted his last words for you to me but he did anyway. He probably recognized me from your story or the fact that I am the only one he could talk to that time. I promised him that I will look after you."

Blaine put his head on top of Kurt's then said, "I'm sorry if the beginning did not go according to the plan, but we can still make the ending our own way."

The two of them went silent again. The only thing Blaine could hear that time was the slow heartbeat of Kurt who leaned on his chest. He simply closed his eyes and let the other sense worked for him, trying to preserve all of them a little longer.

"Do you regret this, Devon?" Kurt asked suddenly without turning his head around. "Do you regret being end up in this kind of path with me?"

It took less than a heartbeat for Blaine to answer it. "The choices that I have made my whole life led me to this very part. If I didn't go to the market and bought that cake, I wouldn't have met you. If I didn't fight that beast, you wouldn't make me as your Guardian. I know things won't be easy after this but if you ask me, I won't change any decisions that I made that led me to this point."

"And besides," Blaine bowed down so their eyes could meet, "We got each other's back. I am still your Guardian and when you are crowned as the King, McKinley will be . . ."

"I lost my power."

"W-What?" Kurt avoided his eyes but Blaine could see shame written all over his face. "How?"

Kurt let out a ragged breath and spoke so low Blaine had to move closer. "Do you remember . . . the History class, I think . . . They said one could loss his power if he or she lost the desire to live or . . ."

"Don't you dare say that to me, Kurt," Blaine cut him instantly, circling his arms around Kurt's chest and pulled him closer. "You can't give up now."

Kurt huff a humorless laugh. "Well, it already happened so . . ."

"Since when did you . . .?"

"The day after my father passed away," Kurt whispered.

Blaine did not know what to say anymore. Knowing that he was right, that Kurt died along with King Hummel, ate him inside out.

"No one knows this but you," Kurt added. Then he continued in a pained voice. "The only thing that I could do to protect McKinley right now is marrying Elliott and let him take over the kingdom."

"Run away with me."

Now it was Kurt's turn to look at Blaine in disbelief. "What?"

"We could run away from all of this, Kurt," Blaine said quickly. "Live at the forest. There's more than enough for both of us to survive there."

"I can't abandon my people, Devon. You know that."

"Then take the crown and rule by yourself. I will do my best to protect you and the others can help you ruling the kingdom."

"Devon. . ."

"Anything but marrying that man," Blaine spoke almost brokenly. "I can't lose you to him. Not after all we have been through to get here."

Kurt did not speak for a moment, but when he did, it was like dropping a glass bomb onto Blaine.

"Marry me, Devon."

The Prince of McKinley got out from his embrace and he turned to face him, hands clasped on Blaine's. "Marry me so we can rule McKinley together."

"W-what?" was the only thing Blaine could say as his head spin.

"I will call off my engagement with Elliott," Kurt said, a new flame appeared on his golden eyes. "The council wants me to get married in order to claim the throne but they didn't say that he should come from the royal bloodline. You are a McKinley. You are more than qualified to . . ."

Blaine slowly slipped his hands off Kurt's and he pushed himself back to his feet, avoiding Kurt's eyes on the way.

"Devon, what's wrong?" Now Kurt was up from the floor too. He tried to turn Blaine around but Blaine still refused to look at him. How could he even look at him? He just proposed to a man without knowing what his real name is.

"I thought you want this too," Blaine heard Kurt's pained voice coming from his back but he said nothing.

The lies had been too deep and now he could not get out of it.

"I'm sorry," Kurt suddenly said, then Blaine heard footsteps moving toward the door.

"Wait."

Blaine finally turned around and their eyes met once again. The flame on Kurt's eyes had long died.

He walked slowly toward Kurt who still stood motionless in front of the door. His heart felt as if it wanted to burst out but he forced himself to finally speak.

"Kurt, I love you and . . . I am grateful that the feeling is mutual and that you put so your trust on me. But . . ."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked, betrayal replaced by confusion.

Instead of giving him the answer, Blaine withdrew his pouch filled with the remaining of Breyta beans and let it dropped onto the floor. He took one step away from Kurt but still maintaining eye contact with him.

"I am not what you think I am, Kurt." Blaine could feel his time was running out.

"Devon, what . . ." Kurt tried to approach him but Blaine took another step back.

"Devon is my middle name." Tears now flowing from his still dark golden eyes.

Kurt held his hands high in frustration. "Why are you telling me this?"

"My name is Blaine Devon Anderson."

At that, Kurt abruptly stood still. He could see the gears were moving inside Kurt's head and his eyes slowly widened in realization.

At the same time, the power of Breyta bean that he ate this morning ran out and revealed his true color.

Now Kurt looked at him in horror as his legs slowly took steps back away from Blaine. "Gods, no."

Some of the tears had dropped into the floor but Blaine did not care. His eyes were still locked with Kurt's. Betrayal came back to those golden eyes and this time there was nothing he could do but accepted it. He wanted to take a step forward but Kurt's reaction nailed him to the ground.

"How could you . . " Tears coming out of Kurt's eyes but his jaw hardened in anger. "You killed my father."

Blaine's head snapped at that remark. "I didn't kill him, Kurt!"

"Stay where you are!" Kurt screamed when Blaine tried to move from his place. He covered his mouth to suppress the cry that almost escaped his mouth.

"Kurt, I swear I didn't . . ."

Of all the time the gods gave Elliott, he chose to open the door at the worst moment.

The two of them froze when the new person entered the room. Elliott looked confused when he saw the state Kurt was currently in, then he turned around and met Blaine's eyes.

Blaine did not release his eye contact with Kurt or defense himself when Elliott reacted fast. He let the last thing he saw was Kurt before the general formed an iron bar and hit him hard in the head, putting his vision in darkness.

Everything was a blur to Kurt.

His mind was still trying to process the whole thing that happened at once. The man that he fell in love with was a Dalton. Not only he was Dalton, he was the heir of their throne. The son of the man that made his and his people's life miserable and possibly the one that killed his father.

All this time, he fell in love with the enemy.

The dark gold eyes that he adored all this time was now replaced by red blood ones. The color itself sent chills down to his spine. It was the color that everyone in McKinley told to hate. The color of their worst enemy. The color that costs too many lives of his family and people.

The color of murderer.

Suddenly, the door was being opened and Elliott walked inside. Kurt's tongue still could not operate well so it was too late for him to prevent him from looking at Blaine's direction and made things worse.

Which he did.

Like a true general of McKinley, Elliott reacted immediately and used his power to form an iron bar. Kurt half expected Devon (or Blaine) to do something to defend himself but instead he just stood there. Before he could do anything, the bar had flown to the other's head and knocked him down instantly.

Blood soon blossomed from Devon's head wound where Elliott hit him. The sight added another stab of pain onto his tired mind. It was not suppose to happen like this.

Elliott changed the iron into a sword and almost brought it down to Devon's unconscious body when Kurt finally found his voice.

"STOP!"

Elliott stopped midair but he did not lower his sword. "Kurt, this man is Dalton's spy."

Kurt did not know which one was worse; Elliott not knowing that Devon was the Prince of Dalton or the fact that Kurt knew but did not want to kill him.

"We will question him on how many he has let Dalton know about us," Kurt said, trying so hard to calm his voice. "In the mean time, we . . ."

"Question him?" Elliott said incredulously. "This piece of thrash had became your Guardian for weeks! He knows too much already!"

"I am still your superior and this is my command, Elliott," Kurt spoke louder now.

Elliott looked at him in disbelief. He stepped aside from Blaine but now he raised his sword toward Kurt. "Gods, he was poisoning you."

"Elliot . . ."

"Step away from the door and walk toward your bed," Elliott said in a low, threatening voice.

"This is outrages!" Kurt yelled but his voice died instantly when Elliott pointed the sword onto his neck now.

"Don't make me say it again, Kurt. It's for you own good."

Kurt had no choice but to walk slowly from the door to his bed. Elliott followed him closely and did not let his guard down. Kurt tried to reason with him again. "Elliott, I am not the enemy."

"Maybe you aren't, but you definitely change. And judging from the lack of fight you put into me, I guess you lost your power to, did you?"

Kurt's silence was enough to answer him.

After Kurt sat on the bed, Elliott finally put his iron bar away and moved back toward the unconscious body on the floor. His hand formed another second object, Kurt's eyes widened in shock when he realized it was an iron muzzle. He put it on top of Devon's mouth and clasped it on the back of his head, effectively preventing him from using whatever power he had.

"What are you going to do to him?" Kurt's voice sounded tired now.

Elliott did not answer him immediately but instead he walked to the door and called the nearest guards to take Devon away. After they had left, Elliott who stood in front of the door turned around and faced him with a cold mask he put on.

"I am going to take over your place temporarily because you are lack of competent and loyalty to McKinley to do it. Then I'm going to arrange public execution for your Guardian and make you watch him die to snap you back to reality that this is not a game."

Kurt was running too late as the door was shut before he could reach it. He heard the sound of click locking the door from outside and Elliott's footsteps grew fainter as the time passed.

The prince succumbed onto the floor, banging his knuckles to the door until they were bleeding and shouting until his voice was gone.

If this was a dream, it must be a nightmare.

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