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Blaine spent the next four days without a sighting of Kurt and in the end he ended up helping Wes with his chores even though he had been released from them. Wes had told David about what happened and the water dragon's master had asked for more details. Blaine shook his head saying there was none. However, his friends' excitement was replaced with news of Lord Finn arriving with his Lady to the academy. The training grounds became a hive and every servant was running around preparing, even Kurt. The third day from the Lord's arrival Blaine saw Kurt carrying linen's towards the guest quarters, the second day he found Kurt airing the room in which the Lord and Lady would stay, and hours before their arrival Blaine was called along with an older student and a newer student to be greeters. He saw Kurt hidden a few holding pins away with a couple of other servants, watching. Blaine was almost positive they'd be lashed for being caught there so he said nothing and bowed when Lord Finn and Lady Rachel dismounted.

Lord Finn's dragon was a lanky air dragon whose tail must have had a mind of its own seeing as it nearly took out a part of the holding pin before Finn encouraged the dragon to stay calm. Lady Rachael's was more pristine, a delicate red and white whose snout sat higher than Lord Finn's dragon.

"Welcome to the Academy," the oldest student greeted and then turned to escort the Lord and Lady.

Lord Finn, before following, turned to the two escorts, a guard with a strip of hair on his head and a blonde guard and smiled. "Thank you Puck, Sam. Are you sure you can't stay longer, I know they've warmed up the juiciest cow they have."

The guy with the strip of hair shook his head. "No can do," he said it in such a manner that would have him being lashed for sure, "Lauren said she's gonna whip the little shits into shape," he smiled, "can't miss that."

The blond one rolled his eyes, "sorry Finn, Quinn is expecting me back tonight."

Lord Finn just nodded and waved his goodbye as the two guards took off on their dragons, the strip of hair's dragon much like Soun and her batlike appearance and then another air dragon.

Lord Finn then followed his wife leaving Blaine and the poor new girl to stable the dragons. Lord Finn's went without much hassle, although Blaine was sure he was spoiling the well trained dragon by letting it sniff and nudge every piece of unstable wood in the holding pin. Lady Rachel's put up a fight. The other air dragon snorted blowing the new girl off her feet and she curled around herself. Blaine felt for her, remembering how terrified he'd been of a dragon that size and rushed to help her up. He had gotten her to her feet just so she could book it out of the stable, tears in her eyes and turned back to the air dragon eyes now narrowed on him.

The dragon approached but stopped and its wings shivered but she strode proudly to the same pin as Lord Finn's. Blaine blinked and looked around managing to see Kurt smirk as he stood proudly in the center of the pins before yelping as another servant dragged him back to the hiding spot. Of course Kurt would know how to handle these dragons; he was once Lord Finn's sparring partner.

The other servant was pulling Kurt away knowing Blaine had seen them both, desperately whispering as much to Kurt who let out a forced "eep" and then scurried out, a smile on his face. Blaine inwardly wondered if Kurt had really been the Baron's jester, the boy could put on a show. He turned to see the new girl coming back in; breathing deeply and listened to her apologize and thank him and beg him not to tell the headmaster or any teacher who'd have her lashed. Blaine promised.

Dinner was succulent. Every one of the juiciest cows must have been slaughtered for tonight because Blaine had never tasted something so good in his life. And he was reaching for the last piece of meat on the platter before another huge platter was held over their table in front of the three boys. Wes let out a sound that sounded like a mewl form a cat and grabbed at least two thirds of the new platter, placing it onto his plate. Blaine blinked up and Kurt smiled to them.

"More young masters," his voice was light and Blaine noted the slightly higher octave. Kurt's eyes sure were brighter Blaine noted. Or were they always that bright?

"Blaine," David snapped at his friend and the hobbit boy was thrown from his trance.

His eyes meet with his empty plate, "uh what," he stumbled.

"Do you want anything else young master?"

The, maybe you, was left unspoken. Blaine replied, "no thank you, I'm fine."

"Of course," Kurt gave his usual servant smile and Blaine felt the need to to tell the world everything about this servant.

"I shall return with your potatoes," Kurt said evenly and walked away and as much as he tried Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away from the servant's swaying hips.

David nudged him in the side, "you've have to stop Blaine. You're going to get lashings if this continues."

"If what continues," Blaine asked charmingly, pretending he didn't know what his friend was referring too. David just sighed; Blaine had his mind set on this servant and this was his way of letting Wes and David know. This playful defensive about something serious; no wonder Blaine got the highest marks on their interrogation class.

Wes hadn't meant to overhear, really he hadn't. If he could go back in time and stop himself for thirty more second he would, but he can't. He heard it and now he was sitting in an open clearing with a few tree dotted around, the sun rising, telling Blaine and David. "And he said 'No Finn, we can't do this. Not here, not now.' And then I heard Lord Finn sigh. I hid and saw Kurt come out un-ruffling his shirt and looking upset. Lord Finn came to the door and glared at Kurt as he was walking away. I passed Lady Rachel on the way here. She looked so happy."

"And this draws your mind to a scandal," David replied trying to comprehend how he was friends with a conspirator.

"What else would they be talking about David," Wes threw up his hands in frustration, "it's not like I'm going around telling everyone."

"You told us," Blaine said blandly not at all happy with what could possibly be a scandal.

"That's because you two don't talk to anyone else." Wes snapped at them. He was taking this very seriously.

"I wouldn't worry about it Wes," Blaine said standing, "It doesn't even have to be a problem if we keep quiet long enough. Lord Finn is only here for the week of our survival outing and then he's gone."

"Speaking of survival outing, which servant have you roped into coming along with you," David asked Wes.

"His name is Thad and he can handle a shield better than most servants and he can carry quite a bit if Gavel gets tired. What about you?"

"Her name is Mercedes. She's an excellent cook." They both looked to Blaine who smiled coyly. "You haven't gotten around to it have you." David was always best on calling out Blaine's bullshit.

"Maybe," Blaine tried to defend himself but at the two blank looks he caved, "alright no, I was going to blackmail Kurt into it but I-"

"I think you should choose someone different," David worried.

"I'll choose who I want to choose David," the hobbit boy shot back, standing, tiring of his friends already. "I need to get back to Jeremiah, he hates waking up alone." Blaine walked away, passing under one of the larger oak trees feeling people staring at him.

Kurt sat back on his branch from where he was listening to the three boys after watching Blaine prance away like Rachel dragon on a good day. He dropped down as silent as possible and caught up to Blaine, shocking the boy to turn around. "I'm sorry young master," his smile was sly, "but I overheard you saying you wished me to accompany you on your survival test."

Blaine wanted to wipe that smile off his face, "yes, I was."

"I'd be honored young master," Kurt bowed and as he was walking away Kurt brushed his shoulder with Blaine's. The earth dragon master turned his head sharply watching the servant boy walk away and growled, that bastard had just coped a feel.

Wes and David had caught up to him by the time he made it to the entrance where Lord Finn was shooing Kurt away with an aggravated look on his face. Kurt looked upset and scurried off and the Lord's eyes narrowed on Blaine. The giant approached him quickly and Wes and David shied away. All three bowed. "Come with me," Lord Finn's voice was shaky and low and pointed directly at Blaine. His eyes dared anyone who was watching to interfere. Blaine nodded and the Lord led him away from the group back into the open clearing well out of ear shot. The Lord spun on him and got up real close, "you make sure Kurt doesn't have a speck of mud on him when he come back you hear me?"

Blaine wanted to call the lord out on his secret but he bit his lip, swallowed what he was going to say, and nodded. Lord Finn straightened, towering easily over Blaine's small body. He pictured for a minute the Lord's large hand roughly against Kurt's pale skin then shook the thought from his head. He followed the Lord back towards the academy and stood between his two friends again.

"What happened?" David asked watching Lady Rachel take her husband's arm and lead him away, confused.

"Lord Finn's got a secret he wants to keep pretty," was all Blaine said and then lead them inside to wake their sleeping dragons.

Both trainer and servant had been allowed one sack satchel to fill with whatever they saw fit before they were to show up at the forest entrance, be counted, and sent off for a week. Blaine and Kurt were one of the first and they traveled the river till it opened into a pond. Blaine set his satchel down and Jeremiah plopped next to it rubbing his horns that were getting sharper every day. Kurt hung his satchel from a low branch and dipped his hand in the pond water. Blaine came beside him, "so, you and Lord Finn hm," he started casually hoping to catch the servant off guard. Kurt shook the water off his hand and looked to Blaine.

"What about us," Kurt questioned.

"Does he hold you down when you lay with him?" It was a ridiculously personal question but Blaine felt he had the right to ask. He had had his ass groped by this servant.

Kurt's eyes widened and he shot up from the ground, red. "What are you talking about?"

"This scandal you have going on with him," Blaine waved his hands absently as he followed Kurt away from the water's edge, "He pulled me aside and told me to bring you back pretty a few days ago." Kurt sat under the tree where he hung his satchel and opened his mouth but Blaine cut him off. "Was that the reason the Baron sent you here."

"I had no idea you and your friends were conspirators, but Fi-Lord Finn and I are not sleeping together."

"See, you're so comfortable with him that you speak of him without his title," Blaine argued, "you can't tell me nothing's going on there."

Kurt picked up a twig and threw it at Blaine though it flimsy fell a few feet in front of him and he snorted. "Even if Lord Finn and I were lying together he'd squash me."

"You're not that small," Blaine countered gesturing to all of himself.

"I bet he towered over you when he confronted you, right?" Blaine nodded, "He knows he has that advantage and only uses it when he cares."

"But alas he cares for you and the only way he could care for a servant is if he's lying with him,"

Blaine said. "And to pull me aside and tell me to bring you back pretty, that's the most plausible conclusions I can come up with."

Kurt brushed his already fine hair away from his face, "you've come to more conclusion than just that one?"

Blaine scrunched his face at Kurt's smile and squatted down by the water's edge. "Who are you then," Blaine challenged.

"I am Kurt, a servant," the taller boy said eyes looking out over the water. Blaine tried to stare holes into the boy but he felt Jeremiah's huff and listened when his dragon told him it was useless, the boy was wafting with aloofness and that he'd get no other answer than that.

Day one passed with them setting up a camp by the lake and hunting for meat that they had ate on fresh bread which Blaine had snuck out of the kitchen with his charming smile. Kurt had cooked and watched Blaine and Jeremiah do their normal training routine. Day two was the same and Blaine was sure that they'd be fine for the five more days they had. He skinned the scales of the fish he'd caught and hummed. Kurt sat beside him with a wooden flute. "Jeremiah's horns seem to be giving him trouble," Kurt said.

Blaine turned to his dragon who was once again scrapping his horns on something and shook his head; "he just wants them to grow faster," Blaine said then continued humming

"How big will he get," Kurt asked, continuing conversation. The two of them had been silent for most of the day and now that dusk was coming he figured he could speak.

"Schue said around four meters."

"Is that length or height?"

"Length," Blaine boosted, "earth dragons are the second longest species after water dragons."

Kurt nodded, "it seems the right length for a hobbit such as yourself." The said hobbit scowled and whistled Jeremiah over knowing the dragon was going to cause damage to his horns sooner or later. "I have some techniques," Kurt said, his breath just above a whisper, "that will help Jeremiah's horns sharpen."

"You do?"

Kurt nodded and pulled out a rough looking note book, "about thirteen of them."

Blaine shook his head, "who are you?"

Kurt shrugged, "I am Kurt, I served as Lord Finn's sparing servant."

The earth dragon master huffed indignantly.

The tips did help and by day five Jeremiah's horns were taking on a pointed shaped. The young earth dragon couldn't have been happier and Blaine wanted to kick him, prancing around like a feline, waving his horns about in a show of masculinity and power. He'd heard nothing but, my horns this, my horns that and he was tiring of it. Kurt smiled to him when he let out his fifth sigh of the day. "Did you have to teach my dragon those sharpening techniques?"

"All the fault doesn't rest on the techniques you know," Kurt fired back; "it's the herbs you wanted me to show fault too." Kurt walked to dip the cooking pot into the lake for water to boil and Blaine tossed a pinecone at him. It flew over Kurt's shoulder and bounced off the water sur-

Blaine shot to his feet as Kurt shot back away from the water dragon that had made its appearance. Kurt gripped the pot tight and started to back away. Jeremiah growled wings tense, ready for flight. Blaine looked around for something to defend himself with but came up empty handed.

The water dragon was only a baby; too small to be mature but its teeth were sharp and its body longer than Jo's. It splashed its tail and Jeremiah crouched forward scraping the ground with his horns. Blaine wanted to tell Kurt to get the fuck away since it looked as if the water dragon wasn't interested in intimidation techniques. It lunged for Kurt who swung the cooking pot back and gave the beast a good whack on the head as he dodged. The dragon yanked back, sending his tail out instead catching Kurt in the side as he landed. Kurt rolled still clutching his cooking pot. The water dragon dove back into the water when Jeremiah flew at it and came back up behind the earth dragon slamming its body into his. Jeremiah was pushed back but swooped down to block the water dragon as it lunged for Blaine. Blaine ran to Kurt's side to make sure the boy was okay but Kurt keep pushing at his arm, telling him to take care of Jeremiah who landed heavily on the ground under the whiplash of the water dragon's tail. The enemy dragon narrowed its sights on the two humans and before Jeremiah even had the opportunity to stand it lunged for them. It knocked Blaine into a tree and Kurt flew into the water.

Blaine gasped for breathe telling himself to move as he watched the dragon dive. The water dragon emerged once again, flailing and screeching as its blood poured from a wound. Had Kurt managed to hurt it underwater? The said servant boy was clawing his way onto shore and away from the lake's edge heaving for breathe and coughing up water. The water dragon slammed its tail inches from Kurt's body and something in Blaine switched on.

He raced forward and stood between Kurt and the dragon. Jeremiah was terrified but this strange new sense in him was empowering. He knew what his master was thinking instantly, knew his every emotion, felt the same surge of protect as his master for the human boy who was strange. The water dragon lunged forward and Blaine raised his arm in defense. He only blinked when a surge of white pain spread through his arm. The dragon's mouth was clamped around his arm, teeth digging into his flesh. He took his other arm and with the earth's power he slammed the beast head against the ground, pinning it's snout on the ground with his free arm. The beast flailed around but its head went nowhere. Its tail smashed into a nearby tree leaving a dent in the wood and Jeremiah took his chance. He charged forward and slammed his sharp horns through the softest part of the water dragon: its lungs.

Blaine unpinned the beast and it released his arm immediately. It shook itself, trying to free itself from Jeremiah's horns but the curved bone was like a fishing hook. The more the dragon struggled the more damaged to its lungs it did. Blaine could feel the flesh in the water dragon on his hand and he clenched them, enjoying the sensation. Kill it, kill it, he and Jeremiah shared between them and the earth dragon shook his head, ripping at the flesh inside the now helpless beast. Blaine's smile grew until a pale hand spun him around by his hurt arm and he came face to face with a worried Kurt. Kurt's mouth was moving but all he could hear was the sound of tearing flesh and breaking bones that were important to the water dragon for survival.

Then Kurt smacked him and the earth's fuel drained from him again. He hit the ground the pain now tearing at his arm and Jeremiah stopped his thrashing, letting the water dragon finally go limp on his horns. Blaine fought back the tearing of his eyes and remained focused on Kurt who was telling him to think only about him.

That wasn't too hard- thinking about Kurt. Kurt had a lovely shade of ivory skin; that meant Kurt wasn't always a servant. Servants who were always servants tended to be black or tanner from working. Kurt had perfect hair Blaine thought but Kurt was saying thank you as he led Blaine to the lake, picking up his cooking pot and dipping it into said lake so Blaine must have said that out loud. "You did," Kurt told him as he poured the water over Blaine's bleeding arm.

"You're voice is really nice too," Blaine said this time for sure out loud. "And eyes," Blaine added.

Those same eyes were filled with worry and Kurt removed his shirt. Okay, whoow. "Men," Kurt whispered, "even when on the verge of death by blood loss they think of a good time." Blaine smiled. Kurt wrapped his shirt tight around Blaine's arm and told Blaine to hold it close for a few minutes but to not let up on the pressure if he wanted his arm to stop bleeding. He did as he was told. Jeremiah laid down where he stood and tried to push the now dead water dragon off his horns without much success.

"Save it," Blaine told his partner with a smile, "we'll keep it as a trophy."

Kurt had stopped the blood loss from Blaine's arm and sat down after assuring both himself and Blaine that it was okay to sleep; that sleep would help. Blaine grabbed hold of his arm before he could leave and with a yawn asked: "who are you?"

"I am Kurt," the servant boy said, "the boy who owes you his life."

He'd covered Blaine in a warm blanket in the tent and moved onto Jeremiah who was sulking. "You were very brave," Kurt whispered to the dragon and pulled the corpse from his horns, "you did a good job." Jeremiah turned his head into his under arm and curled his tail around him to form a lump. Kurt let the heavy dragon thump to the ground and he moved to sit under a tree. Where dead things smelled more live things were sure to show up.

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