An: So this is the last chapter that was already posted on GKM. From now on new parts will be posted every week or so, but I might try to make them longer – we'll see. For now – enjoy! And big thanks to everyone reading/reviewing/following!

Chapter 10

The Resistance was leaving their base at south of Couldron Pool. The sound of Susan's horn had been strongly reverberating for a long time through the entire country and Puck was sure the queen already knew about their call. They had to get as far away from the Witch's castle as possible – to the east coast, to meet the other Resistance groups.

Blaine has just finished segregating their food supplies and intended to find Rory. The fox was his only connection to Kurt and he didn't want to lose that.

"Blaine, we need to talk."

The boy turned around to see Sebastian. The taller boy looked bitter.

"Are you going to tell me why you went to get that last part by yourself? I thought we were in this together?"

Blaine avoided Seb's gaze "I told you. We didn't want to risk the queen catching us both. And I wasn't alone – Rory was with me all the time."

"And by chance you got to find it? And managed to avoid around twenty dwarf servants, if Rory's stories have any truth to them?" Sebastian was stubborn. "I don't get you suddenly becoming a stealthy hero saving the world."

Blaine narrowed his eyes "How so? Because I'm normally weak?"

Sebastian groaned, frustrated "No... It's just... You jumped into this whole king thing so easily... With no objection, without any reason to help the Resistance."

Well, there was a pretty reason for that... "You could say I'm doing that, because what I can have here – being proud of myself, feeling good about helping others, even something as simple as having adventures – is what I always wanted and it's impossible to get in our world. Didn't we find the entrance to Narnia for that?" Blaine looked at Sebastian carefully "What are you doing here, then?"

The taller boy only shrugged "I just wanted to know if it was true."

"Now you know."

Rolling his eyes, Sebastian took one of the bags to take to the horses. "Well, I can't leave my helpless cousin now, can I? You would die without me." he laughed nervously, walking away.

Blaine shook his head – he could never tell what Sebastian was thinking and recently he got even less talkative. The boy remembered he wanted to see Rory and walked through packing Narnians. They all looked at him with uncomfortable admiration, which only added to his guilt about his relationship with the young Ice Djinn. And what are we right now? Boyfriends? Lovers?

He spotted the red fur behind one of the trees.

"Rory!"

The fox didn't look surprised, as if he was expecting Blaine. Perhaps that was the reason he kept to himself away from other Narnians.

"Hello, our hero." Rory winked. "I am yet to compliment your lung capacity – the Horn sounded amazing."

Blaine squinted his eyes trying to figure out how much of that was a mocking joke. "I don't think it required any special abilities."

"But getting the last part did." smirked lightly the fox.

"About that... Can you check somehow how is he doing?" whispered Blaine, aware of the red blush tinting his neck.

"You want me to spy on your evil sweetheart?"

The boy sighed heavily. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore... Sometimes I know that all this is wrong, but... I have this hope that in spite of everything there could be something between..." his voice broke painfully and Rory felt his heart twisting Oh, I know something about lost love...

"Blaine... I don't want to give you too much hope..." he started, already almost regretting what he was about to say "But I wouldn't set you up on a completely hopeless 'date', no matter what the reason, if I wasn't sure there might be a way for this to work."

Blaine looked towards north. The trees were obstructing his view, but he knew that somewhere there was the person he like. More than like. "Why..." he started "Why I have a feeling that there is so much more you know about him. About all of this. How did you manage to pull off all those stunts I heard about from Puck?"

"You don't trust me." there was no hurt in Rory's voice. Just a dry statement.

"I'm surprised everyone else does. Unconditionally."

"Good" smiled the fox. "It pleases me you are not that stupid." He sat silent for a moment, as if calculating how much to reveal. "Everyone trusts me, because they know I have personal reasons to hate Jadis and I wouldn't hesitate to strike where it would hurt her the most."

Rory slowly stood up and turned his eyes towards the castle. "But I also have very personal reasons to not let Kurt get hurt. I guess I shall check what uproar your little stunt earlier had caused in the castle and if your witchling is dreaming of you. Do try to behave while I'm gone." With these words he sprinted into the forest.

Fox's explanation confused Blaine even more. He had a feeling that Rory was playing some dangerous game here and he only hoped his intentions to protect Kurt from harm were true.

Kurt woke up in his own bed. Contrary to before, his heart was now beating unusually slowly, as if the time flew slower. His body felt numb, mind void of everything. He lazily decided to not move from his bed. Ever again. Because that would make his brain work. And remember.

Kurt groaned – it was too late now. First thing he saw in a flashback was Maugrim's disgusting jaw hissing "human". And then flushed face of Blaine during his orgasm.

The painful shudder shook his body. "Please, no..." He wasn't sure who he was begging and what for. To forget the truth? To forget Blaine?

Someone knocked lightly at his door. Kurt stilled, hoping the person outside would think he was still sleeping.

No such luck. "Prince? I know you woke up. I was told to bring you food." Kurt sighed with relief hearing Ingolf's voice. That was presently the only person in the castle he was not wary of.

"Come in." The witchling was surprised by coarseness of his own voice.

Ingolf opened the door with his muzzle and stepped inside as gently as his burly posture allowed him. On a leather belt at his neck hanged bottle with water and sealed pot. The wolf stopped just by Kurt's bed and waited.

The witchling lifted himself up and squinted at Ingolf. "I'm not hungry."

"At least take it off my neck."

Kurt took off the leather belt and laid out the dishes on a table next to his bed. He lifted the top of the pot and after looking what was inside closed it quickly, upset.

"I am even less hungry now. The meat is raw."

"Since when is that a problem for a Djinn?" Ingolf always thought there is no better taste in the world than fresh meat.

"I prefer mine grilled with some nice spices. I guess Maugrim was the one behind this little menu change."

Ingolf's eyes looked guilty, confirming that suspicion.

"Your Majesty... there is something else..."

Of course there is.

"They found your shawl in the Gardens and the queen spent few hours looking for any signs of using djinn magic there..."

Kurt was already unhealthy pale, but now his skin lost any colour left making him look like a ghost. If Jadis knew what to look for she was sure to find out about everything... His affair with Blaine being not so secret now... and the door in the wall... and his work on the giant's statue...

"The worst is..." continued Ingolf, feeling more and more awkward "...what happened yesterday, that sound. Her Majesty is sure it was caused by an instrument belonging to one of the Narnians - the giant, that is now in the garden... and it will bring great trouble for us..."

"And I took it out and handed to the enemy like a naive idiot" said Kurt, his voice emotionless. Of course. How could someone as amazing as Blaine – human, enemy, hissed the voice in his head – decide to try relationship with an Ice Djinn without any ulterior motive? Was the kiss fake too? Was the oral sex just a bonus entertainment?

Ingolf could see all the pain on witchling's face and didn't know what to do about it. Maugrim was clear on how Kurt should be treated as a traitor and Ingolf should listen to the pack leader but...

"I'll try to get you later some cooked meat, Your Majesty. I'm on a shift guarding your room now, so if you need anything, just shout." He said quietly, before leaving his prince alone.

Only after the door closed, Kurt understood the last part. He was a prisoner in his own house.

Kurt woke up again – this time something was definitely not right with him. His stomach ached, his head was sweating from a fever. He remembered something about falling asleep the night before, imagining his punishment on Blaine for his betrayal. Turning him into stone would be too merciful, so in Kurt's version there were chains and whips involved instead. The witchling visualised the smooth tan skin marred in red bruises and started crying.

"Why didn't you tell me you were human." he sobbed into his pillow. "If you'd tell me I would... I would..." Would what? There wouldn't be anything I could do.

"...I would kill you myself!" Kurt shouted and immediately the pain in his stomach multiplied. The witchling bent in half trying to ease the tension. It was as if there was a fire travelling up and down his spine and deciding to do a little twist in his abdomen.

"You look like hell."

Kurt forced himself to look towards the door, where was standing Rory, with concerned Ingolf right behind him.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" Ingolf was fidgeting "This fox wanted to see you and we heard shouting from your room..."

Kurt groaned in pain and locked his eyes with Rory's. The fox's whiskers twitched rapidly. He looked shocked and... guilty.

"You knew." The witchling realized. "You knew all of this."

It took them few days to get to the east coast. The wolfs were rampaging around the forest so they had to split up and hide often in 'safe places' on their way there. But the farther they went from the castle, they were feeling much better, as if Witch's magic was losing some control over them. They were now at the east edge of the forest by the beach, where they were supposed to meet with a welcoming party from the Resistance base at Glasswater Creek. All Narnians were called to gather there – the Susan's Horn already blown their cover away, so the best course of action was to gather everyone in one place, so that even the wolves would think twice before attacking them. They wouldn't have the chance against all of queen's allied forces, but it would give them time before Jadis could send for help.

And there was something else.

Sebastian was the first to discard his winter coat. "It's really too hot. Do you guys have some warm currents in this sea Because that's definitely not winter temperature!" he said and other Narnians looked at him, baffled.

"What are you talking ab..." started Puck, just to be interrupted by half-melted snow falling on his head from a branch above. Everyone looked around more carefully and noticed the changes in nature. The snow on the beach was starting to seep into the sand, some of the trees started to bud. Puck grinned widely, when from between the trees came out a small group of strange Narnians. There was a couple of does, golden leopard and a snow-white unicorn.

"How good to see you losers decided to grow a pair and started preparations for war." – said the unicorn in silky female voice.

"For war?" frowned Sebastian, stepping closer to the mythical – until now – creature.

"Oh, you were going to after you met me... I sometimes mix the present and the future, sorry."

"You are Santana! The Oracle from the Prophecy!" exclaimed Blaine.

"You got that right... Hey!" She stopped Sebastian, who curiously reached towards her mane "Hands off, boy! Only virgins are allowed to touch unicorns and I won't even start on how long ago that was for you."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but stopped. Santana looked at Blaine with a flirty wink. "But you could if you want, sweet-curls. One blowjob doesn't make you a man yet, no matter how mind...blowing."

"How... how did..." spluttered Blaine, his face glowing red.

"Oracle, unicorn senses." reminded him Santana. "Which reminds me... Aslan might not be coming yet, but he sends greetings. Pavarotti?"

Only then everyone noticed a yellowish little bird sitting comfortably between Santana's ears, leaning on the twisted horn.

"Um... He sent me to tell you... he says hi and he'll be here in a week?" chirped shyly the canary.

Next chapter: Jadis has a splendid plan!

An: Anyone remember the scene in chapter 2 about Oracle almost skewering someone? Now you know I meant that literally :D