Chapter 1 – Saved?
Kurt stirred slowly his mind trying to follow the soft drone of voices in the background; the last thing he remembered was standing in the middle of a green vast field then the forests then everything went blank without the slightest warning. Groaning a little when the fog in his head cleared somewhat making the throbbing pain much more noticeable, he turned his head towards the direction where all the mumbling came from, slowly blinking his eyes open in a haze.
"Sir, he's awake" someone whispered, clearing their throat. The room immediately fell into a stifling silence as curious eyes turned to train on him. But the tense stillness was short lived as someone whispered a phrase that Kurt couldn't quite catch, and the room was filled with waves after waves of muffled conversation once again, only growing with more uncertainty as time ticked by.
Kurt gradually came to the unnerving realization that he's in an unfamiliar place as his head cleared painfully slowly; his eyes scanned his surroundings for something that he could wrap his mind around, but he could only make out fuzzy images. His could feel silky fabric a light weight on his skin, the bed underneath him soft and snug, wrapping him in eerie warmth and comfort. Despite the coziness, panic started to overpower the strong throbbing in his head, his heart beating fast and millions of little frantic questions raced in his head. 'Where am I? Who are they? Am I dead?' He tried to sit up but failed miserably, feeling dizziness sweeping in immediately, draining all the little energy he had managed to gather from his body. A very solid body rushed to his side to steady him and he was too weak to resist, causing him to lean against the body heavily despite his brain's protest and red flags of 'DANGER'. Distinctively in the middle of the stirred up chaos there was a voice, warm male tenor, his words stern with unquestionable power and authority silenced the room before speaking to him directly through his own fog.
"Need not to worry, we won't hurt you, you're safe here. Someone, or rather something attacked you. You lost a lot of blood and my scouts brought you here while you were still unconscious. How are you feeling now?"
The voice was calming and something urged him to trust the man bearing it, as much as a stranger the man was. He blinked away the black spots dotting his vision that appeared once again when he attempted to get up, until his vision cleared noticeably. Ignoring the person's last question he asked weakly in a hoarse voice, as if he hasn't used it in years.
"Where am I? Who are you? Attacked?" He breathed his questions out, trying to have a good look around.
That is when he first paid attention to the dim candle lit room, scanning it he noted that there were only a handful of people standing around, mumbling uncomfortably with each other. Abruptly there was an unmistakable sound of someone clearing their throat as soft as it was cutting through all the mumbling, it came from an overcast far corner causing everyone to scurry out of the room even the body supporting him, all except for a raven black haired man who was watching every exchange between Kurt and the shadow intensely. The man continued to speak softly, his voice a calm, soothing tune to Kurt's ear.
"Please, shalt worry. You're safe and protected within my walls as I stated. We haven't exactly caught your attacker yet, even though we only have an idea and suspect. I am however, certain that the situation is under control. Ere, please answer my question, are you feeling any better, little one?"
Now that the effect of adrenaline started to fade, initial shock passed, his slight panic attack seemed shortsighted but who can blame who? Carefully he turned his head to stare into the shadows in hope of catching even the shortest glimpse of the man who had that reassuring demeanor that he weirdly started to build a small liking to. Even though he had zero idea what the stranger was like but his welcoming air still gave Kurt a sense of security and safety, in addition to the fact that he spoke with such sincerity, he held on and trusted every single word he said. The feeling so new and unusual to him, he hasn't felt such a connection with someone else in a long time.
"I'm feeling a lot better now, thank you sir; just feeling a little dizzy, now that I'm more awake." He paused for a short while, trying hard to recall what happened to him, only ending with nothing but disappointment. "But I have no idea what happened, the last thing I remember is fainting."
"You had already lost a significant amount of blood from the wounds on your neck and arms when my scouts found you in the woods. It took a few days for you to recover. But I have a meal prepared for you, ready to be served any time that suits your fancy in the dining hall. Do you wish to feed-eat now?"
Kurt watched as the figure walked towards him, only the near silent footsteps could be heard, but he stopped where the shadows still hid most of his face much to Kurt's own disappointment. He wore a simple white detailed shirt with stale grey incarnate design, black tailored trousers completed with a black rimmed navy blazer with matching designs. He must have nodded or somehow gestured to the black-haired man as he turned to leave with a slight hesitation and small protest written on his face, closing the door behind him soundlessly.
Kurt rubbed his neck absent mindedly, running his fingers along the fray edge of rough bandages. Something felt off about those bandages but he ignored the nagging feeling to ask. "Thank you again for taking care of me, even though you could have easily left me there to rot." He smiled a little, eyes lighting up. "Yes please, kind sir." Not realizing how hungry he was until the mention of food.
"Do you wish for me to accompany you?"
Kurt bit his lips shyly "Would you sir?" he asked with eagerness to know more about the person who saved him.
"It'll be my pleasure, teeny one." Was the reply and Kurt watched with anticipation as the man moved forwards into the candle light, finally revealing himself, leaving Kurt in awe as he did so. His breath hitched at the breathtaking features, he knew that he must have been staring as he was unable to form words, brain melting into a puddle of goo.
He was the most gorgeous person Kurt had ever laid eyes on, and mind him he had met numerous people when he was traveling. He had a charming composure; strong jaw, straight nose, dark black raven curls that were gelled down to one side. But the one thing that tugged on Kurt's heartstrings was those warm honey orbs, capturing his gaze effortlessly. He found himself staring into the deep pools of gold that lured him in, able to pull away; getting lost in those knowing eyes that seems to look straight through him, deep into his soul. Yet at the same time they held so many mystery and secrets. After a long tense moment of exchanging gazes and locking eyes, Kurt realized that he must been staring for too long and willed himself to tear his eyes away, his cheek tinted red slightly due to their exchange. He sat up slowly with the help of the man and turned to smile at him warmly "Thank you kind sir, I own you so much. I promise to repay you soon." He paused before adding quickly. "Before we go, would you please allow me a moment to recollect myself? This place is still a lot to take in."
The man nodded wordlessly and walked out of the room without any questioning him, understanding his feelings. Leaving Kurt alone in the room to process all the things and new information, he pulled his legs in and sat legged crossed. He was doing better than he originally thought to his own surprise; he woke with a throbbing head and dull ache coursing through his body, but now he could move without much pain or restriction except parts that had been wounded and he could even think clearly without his head spinning. Only having to request to recollect himself; he knew he shouldn't take long.
'Can I trust him? No, you shouldn't blindly trust a complete stranger just because he rescued you. And attacked Kurt, you were attacked how do you know he speaks the truth? But the important question is; do I trust him? Yes, without any doubt. Why? I have no idea, maybe because he's great and nice to me and very handsome? I doubt that it's that simple, oh lord.
Why would he even bother looking after and taking care of me? I don't understand, why? Maybe he is a super generous guy, well; he doesn't seem evil, nope, not at all. Not to mention, he's captivating, good lord, I didn't know that people could look so mesmerizing, stunning…perfect, but somehow he reminds me of a wild rose, deadly beauty.
This house, no, correction. It's a mansion, judging from the size of this room. I wonder what he does for a living. Who is he? Why do I feel unnaturally safe around him, I'm pretty sure that he wouldn't hurt me, and keep his word. I could see that from his eyes, right; those amazing dazzling eyes…gosh…What am I doing? Am I attracted to him?
Probably…wait…now I'm being beyond creepy, I barely know him and this is taking way too long now and I'll just worry him. I guess.'
Kurt sighed inwardly to himself; he just met the guy. How could he possibly have any feelings for the mysterious man? Standing up cautiously he took a deep yet shaky breath before walking to the door waiting to be opened, gently placing his hand on the cool handle.
Blaine leaned against the wall opposite the guest's door with his arms cross in front of his chest. He understood why Kurt wished for a moment to himself, it must be a lot to take in at once. Being attacked in the woods, waking up to find himself lying in an unfamiliar place, the wounds and throbbing, he wasn't sure how would he take it either. He also noticed the astonishment on his face when he saw his face and still couldn't decide whether that was a good thing or not.
He had tried very hard to distance himself from the boy, ever since he smelled the blood draining the life out of him he had a hard time controlling himself; especially after he tasted the sweet blood after trying to seal the wounds as quickly as possible. He shouldn't have let Sebastian dash off not after he broke rules but he couldn't help but get distracted from the dying body in front him at the time. He could only imagine the smirking face of the vampire knowing he is far off by now, maybe if he didn't get into an argument the whole thing wouldn't have happened.
He straightened himself when he heard the soft footsteps of Kurt walking towards the door and taking a deep breath, he could sense his hesitation, doubts, worries, it gave him a weird upsetting feeling; after all, he only wanted him to feel safety and comfort. After another couple painful long periods of patient waiting, the door finally creaked open. He smiled a little when the beautiful boy stepped out of the room, cautious, yet his face showed curiosity and such innocence that Blaine's heart warmed.
"Ready?" he asked and walked next to Kurt slowly, wrapping an arm around his slim waist knowing that he was still weak and needed the support. He was glad that Kurt didn't reject him right away, he even leaned heavily on him much to his own surprise.
"Yes, thank you again sir." Kurt said in a little more than a whisper, it was the best that he could muster with this desert like dry throat. He was hoping that it would get better later; probably when he could get in touch with water again. He was still a bit shaky, unable to lift his lead limbs as much as he wanted, feeling the gravity pulling him down. He was glad and extremely thankful for the support the strong man gave him, what would he do if he wasn't there?
Blaine simply nodded, he didn't want Kurt to speak too much seeing as it took him a lot of effort and so they fell into a comfortable silence as Blaine lead the way through the maze of hallways.
Before Kurt realized it they were already standing in front of an incredibly elegant tall, magnificent double sided arched glass door. Slightly curved lines and detailed leafed twines of glass were positioned on the sides of the door that smartly complements the otherwise plain crystal planes. Sunlight reflected onto the clear glass and golden rays scattered into a million hues on the heavy, gold lined carpet.
Blaine carefully pushed the door open and Kurt had to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, his eyes widen in awe. He followed Blaine inside to what he assumed was the 'dining hall' that Blaine had mentioned in their little conversation before and had to remind himself to keep his jaw intact, do not drop it on the floor. He had no idea how the man next to him could afford and fit this massive 'hall' into his house in the first place. The door itself was already a beautiful piece of art, but the hall was to be put simply, breathtaking.
He was pretty sure the hall could hold up to eight hundred guests, easily more, maybe thousands and still provides adequate space for guests to dance, eat and enjoy. Intricate glass chandlers that hold real white candles hung above his head, swaying gently in the wind and making tingling noises as glass clicked against each other, unexpectedly musical. The ornate wooden chairs and benches were stationed along the varnished mahogany tables, each with white candles in the gold detailed silver candleholders, dotted with wax. Heavy, gold plated magenta drapes were pulled back and tied next to the slightly tinted glass planes of the windows with golden strings. And that was only a small part of the jaw dropping hall that he took in.
Blaine chuckled at Kurt's shock, leading him to a smaller table and pulled a seat out offering it to him before taking a seat from across. Kurt was speechless and could only manage a nod and sink down on the chair slowly, his eyes still roaming through the hall that never fails to fascinate him. The pleasant atmosphere worked wonders, he was already feeling better and brighter, the throbbing reducing to a dull ache at the back of his head which he could easily ignore. He has a deep passion for art, every little corner, space, wall, was designed purposely and unbelievably detailed. The waiters started bringing the food up, dishes after dishes of gourmet food, placed down on the polished wooden table with care, and then Blaine subtly nodded to them once, a silent order to leave the pair alone.
After the two were left alone Blaine spoke up, interrupting Kurt's trail of thoughts that had wondered off to the fine artwork. "I took the liberty to design the menu with food rich in iron in hope to speed up your recovery from that blood lost. Please enjoy. And please, you really don't need to thank me. I apologize for not catching your name yet and not properly introducing myself."
Kurt couldn't believe his eyes, there was so much to choose from, dishes sitting there looking sinfully delicious waiting to be tasted. He began to try them, slowly at first but after he had the first bite; the food melting on the tip of his tongue, the perfect blend of spices and flavor swirling in his mouth sensationally, his eyes brightened and started to eat faster while keeping his manners, he was suddenly very hungry and there were too many amazing food to try. He enjoyed the mouthfuls after mouthfuls of pleasure before looking up at Blaine with a shy smile to answer his question. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel." His caught himself staring again and looked down at his plate quickly, pink tinting his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. "And you?" he asked softly, trying not to embarrass himself any further than he had already.
"Blaine Devon Anderson, it's a pleasure to meet you Mister Hummel." Blaine asked as he brought a silver goblet to his lips, watching Kurt's blush and reaction with keen, amused eyes. "Would you mind if I call you Kurt instead of Mister Hummel?"
"Wait, Blaine Anderson? Like The Andersons?" Kurt asked in disbelieve with widening eyes, suddenly feeling small in the presence of the infamous man. He nodded slowly, recomposing himself as best as he can, "Of course you can sir." he answered in a quiet timid voice, his eyes casted downwards, playing with his food with his fork absent mindedly. He still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Blaine Anderson – The One Blaine Devon Anderson – that ever so mysterious and feared person was sitting right in front of him. "You're very influential…or so I heard."
Blaine nodded and lowered his cup down on the table slowly after taking a long sip, raising an eyebrow at Kurt. "Yes, Kurt. I suppose so." He answered slowly, studying the details on his chalice, trying not to observe Kurt directly. "What had you heard of me that led to the sudden hold back?" he asked, being the person who's always keen in knowing more about the ignorant and clueless rumors never fails to entertain him.
Kurt blushed a shade deeper, he didn't know what triggered him to but he took a deep breath and continued on with a new found surge of confidence. "I don't mean to offend you sir, forgive me if I do." He explained "I just heard that you have a lot of power and money. If someone was to double cross you, they would be forever lost; disappeared from the world. But, I also heard that you are conscientious with your workers, but most of all, you remain as a mystery to other people."
Blaine chuckled and nodded to Kurt's words thoughtfully. "I see…none taken. Well, I do believe that it is ideal to remain as a mystery to the outside world. I found that the rumors that spread are always interesting." He looked over to meet the other boy's eyes finally. "I hope you won't get intimidated or scared of me due to some of them that you might have heard about."
Kurt sighed and shook his head, he was never a fan of rumors and had no idea where people got their information and story from; Blaine was a kind sweetheart. His trail of thoughts got interrupted by Blaine's sentence and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Afraid? Why would I be?"
Blaine shrugged, toying with his cup. "It's nothing much really Kurt, just a slip of the tongue. I just thought that there's the possibility that you might have heard of some other aspects of whom or what I am." He gazed into the liquid in his cup thoughtfully before looking at him with a small smile again. "But I promise that you have nothing to fret about dear one."
The other boy was distracted from eating, staring at that charming smile, small it might be and trying his best to ignore the funny feeling he gets when Blaine calls him 'dear one'. "Well I am before I met you in person sir, but the rumors are a little dramatic and over the top." He smiled still studying the curve of Blaine's lips. "You're far from scaring sir, though you should smile more." He sipped his cup of water, his cheeks reddening when his mind registered his slip and prayed that he didn't sound like a creep. "Thank you for the wonderful food mister Anderson." He added quickly.
Blaine nodded and leaned back into his chair. "You're welcome Kurt, and please, call me Blaine, formality is not needed here. It's nothing really, need not to mind." he continued to toy with the silverware in hand, tilting his head to one side. "I'm just wondering just because I'm curious. Which stories had you heard about that you thought was slightly exaggerated? You don't need to tell me if you do not wish to." His smile widened a bit, hardly noticeable unless you watch closely but of course Kurt's heart fluttered at that. "I would try for you."
Kurt shook his head and shrugged. "It's a lot really, since I travel around a lot I hear about a wide range of things, but it's kind of stupid. Like how you are a monster of sorts, I don't know, it's childish if you ask me." He smiled softly, how on earth was Blaine a monster? He saved his life and cared for him even when it's perfectly normal to leave him dying out there alone; he couldn't possibly believe what people were talking about.
Blaine nodded and lifting his head, his eyes boring into Kurt's. "Do you believe it though? I mean there might be a chance that the rumors are true, nothing's impossible." He eyed Kurt curiously; wanting to know how much does the boy in front know about his world. "And I would like to be sure that you are fully recovered before you leave, would you mind staying here for a little while, maybe a couple more days?"
Kurt shrugged, meeting Blaine's eyes. "I don't know, to be honest I never really thought about it before, I stopped believing in a lot of things since m-my mother's death." He paused, taking a long deep breath before continuing with a shake of his head. "You're too kind to be a monster, mist-um, Blaine." He smiled a small smile and looking downwards, using the first name of such a powerful person still felt weird on his tongue despite Blaine being so warm and welcoming to him. "And yes, I'd love to stay, thank you for your kind offer."
Blaine smiled and finished his drink, licking his lips which Kurt noticed was redder than before, and he though he saw two peaks just catching the man's bottom lip, but he disregarded it to focus on Blaine's words instead. "I'm sorry about your mother. But that's very sweet Kurt; many would rather keep the impression that I am a monster." He stood up with a nod. "Very well then, I would like to proceed taking you to your guest room, I'm sure that it would be prepared by now." He paused for a second as if waiting for something before continuing. "Shall we?" Blaine asked, his eyes flickering, a warm smile on his face "We can continue our conversation there, if you're would like that."
Kurt nodded and followed Blaine's lead, standing up himself. "Well I don't care about what other people think or say because I can judge for myself." He pushed the chair back in "After you, and please give my thanks to the chef, the meal was delightful but you didn't have to prepare that much, thank you though."
Blaine nodded and walked beside Kurt, taking his hand in his before leaving the room, he noticed that he was already recovering speedily. He did not miss the pink tinting his cheeks a rosy color, again, Kurt didn't let his hand go much to Blaine's delight. They walked together down the hallway in silence again until they stopped by a dark wooden door and Blaine broke the quietness. "I need Kurt, you, to know that you could always leave if you wish to. As much as I enjoy your company, I understand and respect it if you wish to return to your home." He said as he opened the door for Kurt who looked puzzled at that statement.
He stepped inside the neat, welcoming room with a huge bed smacked in the middle that Kurt had to restrain himself from jumping onto on first sight. Instead of embarrassing himself yet again in front of the very charming man, he focused on his conversation with Blaine. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting as Blaine closed the door behind him then walked over to sit beside him. He took a shaky deep breath looking down at his hands on his laps, when he felt the weight of the bed shift, knowing that Blaine is seated beside him right now.
"I don't have a home to return to now, I have vague memories that my village got destroyed and I've been travelling with my father ever since...then we got separated, I was meant to go find him." He said quietly, breaking the ice "And I would leave one day like you asked." He added quickly, looking up to meet Blaine's eyes. "I don't want to be a burden, but…me-I have to look for my father, I know he's out there somewhere… still waiting."
A/N: I'm sorry for the small cliffhanger but I had to cut it this way, still, I hoped you guys enjoyed this *wince* I'll try to post a new chapter soon, but I make no promises, have a good day, I shall go now *runs away* Once again, thank you for reading!