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Blaine awoke mid morning to the smell of, was that dragon? He slipped his head out of the tent to see that yes, the water dragons skin lay drying over a tree branch and that meat was hanging across the clearing. He blinked and focused his eyes on Kurt who was stirring something within the small pot.
"I hope you know Jeremiah is not a cannibal," Blaine's voice slurred and he stopped. Why was he slurring? Kurt eyes snapped up and he was pulling Blaine out of the tent over to where he was cooking. Kurt untied the two bands holding the soaked shirt (that he had changed four hours ago so Blaine must have hit it on something for the shirt to be that soaked), washed the wound with water, and replaced the shirt with a clean one then wrapped the two bands back around in their original position. Blaine was then forced down and a bowl in his view. It smelled delicious.
"Your dragon caught himself a rabbit this morning," Kurt assured Blaine. True enough Jeremiah was licking a bone clean not bothering with the two of them. Blaine then turned back to his stew and blew the steam away. He watched the large chunks of dragon float around in the broth and then up to Kurt holding the bowl away. Kurt's eye twitched. "You know Dragon's a delicacy in some estates."
"It's gritty," Blaine replied.
"It tastes like lamb," Kurt urged.
"They're really big pieces," he noticed.
"Its filling," Kurt urged again before sighing, "you need to eat."
"Can't I eat a rabbit or something," Blaine asked and Kurt nodded. He grinned.
"Sure you can, if you feel like hunting it, skinning it, cleaning it, and then cooking it." Blaine's grin fell and he looked lost; he pulled the bowl back to him and drank the broth. Kurt smirked lasted a whole two seconds before he went back to stirring the pot. "A couple of other trainers swooped in last night," Blaine's eyes looked up but he kept the bowl close, it was surprisingly good, "took some drying dragon's meat with them in their escape."
"Did you stop them?"
"No," Kurt said and the two lapsed into silence. Two minutes later Kurt spoke up, "I need to thank you," he breathed and this time Blaine set the bowl down, the hunks of meat piled at the bottom. "For what you did yesterday."
"You wounded the thing," Blaine countered but Kurt shook his head.
"No, I mean for taking the attack," Kurt's hand motioned at Blaine's arm.
Blaine's said a dumb "oh" and looked away, "I don't know what, I mean, I just didn't think," he stammered, "you were down and you have really pale skin and your skinny so there wasn't going to be much blood in you anyway and Lord Finn told me to bring you back pretty and I'm shit at taking care of myself let alone someon-"
"Blaine," the word was soft but it shut up the rambling boy instantly. He looked to Kurt who then placed a kiss on his cheek, "thank you." Kurt took the pot off the stove and called out for Jeremiah. The dragon pranced forward and dropped the bones at his feet. Kurt snatched them up and put them in the boil water. "Your arm should heal a lot quicker when we clean it with this."
"A rabbit bone," Blaine asked before it clicked, "oh, you're heating up the rabbits bones to crush them." Kurt nodded and Blaine puffed out his chest, "see," he started, "I paid attention in survival class."
"Obviously not," Kurt muttered and Blaine felt insulted.
"What's that supposed to mean," he confronted Kurt.
Kurt's attitude reared its head, "It means you're an idiot for jumping in front of that dragon like that."
"I didn't see you doing anything about it," Blaine snapped back and Kurt lashed back, his eyes beginning to water.
"That's because I was underwater when I hurt the damn thing," and Kurt said it as if Blaine wouldn't have had the skill, that hurt Blaine the most.
"Let's forget for two seconds that I saved your life and think solely about you and your amazing skills to outrun the best hunter of our class and your snarky ability to piss everyone off."
"This isn't about me," Kurt seethed, "If it was I would have been the one dying of blood loss last night because I had to go and save your stupid ass."
Blaine blinked, "dying? I wasn't dying." Was I?
The radio silence from Jeremiah who had lain down away from them was assurance enough and he reached out for Kurt; the servant swatted his hand away, stood abruptly, and walked away from the fire wiping at his eyes. Blaine wanted to say something but Kurt had already returned, eyes free of any water, with a mortar and pestle. The rabbit's bones crushed easily under the frustrated weight of Kurt's kneading. Blaine made to move away from the fire but Kurt stopped him. "I was worried," he admitted crushing the second bone in half.
"You seem to have taken good care of my arm," Blaine offered praise; "I thank you."
"Not-not then," Kurt stuttered, "I mean I was worried about you later last night too but, when you and Jeremiah synced." Blaine had never heard the term but the feeling of the waters dragon's flesh on his hands came to mind. "I didn't know you for that minute you and him came together. You had become just another part of the cynical earth." The words were spoken as if Kurt had already dealt with this before.
"What do you mean by synced," he asked, cautious of this new, quiet Kurt.
"You and Jeremiah share a special bond," Kurt swallowed, "its linked when you are at terms with your equality to him. Jeremiah sees you just as much a friend as his master and vice versa with you."
"Does everyone sync?"
"Syncing is the sign that you're ready to go into the army," Kurt said, "they train you to control your syncing- to not become a rage loving monster when your two minds are connected. So no, not everyone syncs."
"I wasn't a rage loving monster," Blaine defended, "I was just prote-" and he stopped not sure were that statement would lead.
Kurt shook his head, "I'm sorry, it's just I only know one reason for syncing."
"Did Lord Finn…" he trailed, afraid to finish that sentence.
"No! No, he would never," Kurt smiled sadly, his eyes glancing over to his right. Blaine remained silent, the servant was thinking. "I just wanted to inform you of that."
"Will you answer me this then?"
Kurt hummed a lighter sound now that this topic was off his chest.
"Who are you?"
Kurt's smile gave him away to his lie as he ducked his head; cheeks flushed pink like the kitchen maids when he'd flirt with them, "I am Kurt. The servant who thinks your idiocy makes you cuter."
Blaine snorted and watched Kurt continue on the rabbit bones. Jeremiah's content rumble escaped his throat and he rolled onto his back, wings splayed out collecting the sun's rays.
-break-
Dusk rolled on them faster than either boy was willing to admit; for the final time they both crawled into the tent leaving Jeremiah on guard. Kurt was just getting to sleep when he felt a hand skim his back. He ignored it figuring Blaine was moving in his sleep again but when Blaine told him to roll over his head shot in the direction of his tent partner. Blaine gave a doopy grin, "come on," he urged, "I have to make sure there is not a speck of dirt on you, Lord Finn's order." Kurt narrowed his eyes but relented allowing Blaine to wiggle himself closer and okay, Blaine's hands weren't as rough as they looked as they traveled every inch of his arm. Kurt almost purred but it cut off when Blaine moved his lips onto his collar bone. Kurt hands pushed on Blaine's shoulders but the older boy refused to move. "It'll be easier with three body parts searching for the dirt," Blaine told him and Kurt laughed.
"When'd you think of that," Kurt asked voice low.
"Sometime around noon," he admitted, "After you admitted I was cute."
Kurt hummed and pressed his body closer, his fingers curling around the fabric of Blaine's shirt. Blaine rolled himself on top of the servant and allowed his hands to run over Kurt's shoulders down his chest which was being search by his mouth, to the hem of his pants, tugging on the rope that held them up. Blaine removed his mouth from Kurt's pale chest for two seconds to ask if he could remove them.
"Only if you kiss me first," Kurt whispered and Blaine did just that. It wasn't hard to tell how inexperienced Kurt was, with his desperate mewling and Blaine laughed when he came up for air. Kurt's breathes were shortened already.
"I need to teach you how to kiss," he lamented.
"You're going to have to teach me much more than that," Kurt warned him, "I'm a virgin with no idea what's about to happen."
Blaine wasn't sure if he could wrap his mind around this beautiful boy being a virgin, not with such an inviting form. "You're serious," he stated at Kurt's unwavering eyes.
"Untouched property," Kurt wiggled underneath Blaine and the curly haired boy laughed.
"This could take a while," he sighed.
Kurt only let his hands rest on Blaine's hips and smirked. "We got all night and some traveling time tomorrow. Teach me everything."
"Filthy for a virgin," Blaine commented with a smile and slipped his hands down Kurt's pants, "but I'm sure you'll be a wonderful student."
Outside the tent Jeremiah groaned and told his master to get some already.
-break-
"You're a good teacher," Kurt took a deep breath in at Blaine's request then let it out and Blaine pulled out. He was sprawled out over the longer boy with a smile.
"You're a quick learner," Blaine praised. "I didn't hurt you did I," Blaine asked when Kurt winced and he hurried to roll off and put his hands back on Kurt's body.
Kurt shook his head and pulled Blaine's arms to his sides and forced the boy closer to him again. Blaine let his head rest against Kurt's naked chest and smiled at the various bruising marks where he had nibbled. He's still pretty, Blaine informed himself think about Lord Finn's order. Kurt talking pulled him from his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Kurt stopped tracing Blaine's chest and spoke again, "I want to continue this."
Blaine blinked in surprise, "I wouldn't have started it if I didn't want the same thing Kurt." Kurt nodded. Blaine leaned up to press his mouth against Kurt's and Kurt pushed his hips against him causing him to stop. "Oh no," he reprimand, "it's only going to hurt if we do that again so soon."
Kurt deflated against Blaine with a sigh, "but it felt good," he tried; Blaine didn't take the bait.
The silence was comfortable and Blaine basked in it till he heard Jeremiah open the connection again. It startled him and he jerked causing Kurt to look at him. He smiled and informed the servant of the happening. Then Blaine blushed, a deep crimson, and buried his face into Kurt's neck. Kurt poked him in the side. He swatted the servant's hand away. "Oh god, Jeremiah, shut up," he whispered.
"What's he saying," Kurt asked.
"You don't want to know," was the muffled reply.
"Oh but I think I do," the servant persisted.
Blaine curled up closer, intertwining their legs and let out soft chuckle. "He said those grunting noises you make while we had sex would bring a moose in heat to you."
Kurt gawked and made the effort to get up and throw one of his sandals at the dragon just outside the tent, face now as flushed as Blaine's. Blaine pulled him back to lie back down and chuckled into his skin. "I find those grunts adorable and the face you make-"
"Can we stop talking about it," Kurt hissed, more than a little hurt by the dragon's words. Blaine rolled his eyes but did as the servant asked. They slipped into the unconscious sometime after.
-break-
The water dragon's skin was folded and fixed to Jeremiah's back while Blaine threw the rest of the meat Kurt didn't pack for their short trip back to the academy out around the woods. Today was day seven and the day they were supposed to head back in. It seemed to short for Blaine's liking and he wished he had slept with Kurt at the beginning and gotten more intimate time alone with him, but there are closets and dark corners he assured himself. They set out at a slow pace at noon.
"What will you do if you're chosen to go into the army," Kurt asked out of the blue and Blaine shrugged.
"In all honesty I hope I don't get chosen."
Kurt's eyes widened, "but you can sync," he reminded Blaine, "I've never heard of anyone not wanting to go into the army."
Blaine waved him off gently. "I know it's some sort of honor and I'm sure my parents would love to have the profit of their son in the army, but I don't' want to fight, I want to teach."
Kurt looked thoughtful and let it drop. Blaine asked if the scouts were looking at him and Kurt shrugged reminding Blaine that he didn't have anything to do with the scouts, he was a servant. Blaine pouted his lower lip and Kurt had to do a double take before sighing. "Alright, but you can't tell anyone I said this; servant gossip says their looking at your friend Wes."
"That's great," Blaine said with a smile and really it was. It'd be hard to say good-bye but Wes was never shared his or David's lack of enthusiasm about the army.
They made it to the edge of the forest a couple hours later and Holiday marveled at the water dragon skin while other students around them asked how they came across it. Blaine held up his arm in triumph and Kurt gave his report to Holiday before being sent on his way. He and Blaine shared a look and parted. The look promised dark corners and silent pleasure whenever they could.
There weren't a lot of dark corners following Blaine's return. The water dragon's skin had been sent to a shield maker and Blaine would wear it proudly if the time ever came but he also snuck a note in before the skin was handed off. It asked for some of the scales to be striped and sent to a jeweler with instructions on what to make and who to send it to. So when Blaine saw the dragon scale belt he'd commissioned for Kurt around the said servant's waist he smiled and went back to the task at hand. People constantly followed him around like he was the best thing on the earth and it frustrated him to no end. Luckily Kurt would pull him into servant escapes and they could release their tension as quick as possible. It was during the fifth day of the water dragon hype that Kurt pulled him aside and Blaine was ready to drop down and suck his partner off but Kurt stopped him. That was when Blaine got a good look at Kurt's face.
"What's happened," he asked and Kurt shook his head.
"Lord Finn's taking me back to the estate when he leaves."
"He can't-" and Blaine stopped because, no, Lord Finn could do whatever the hell he wanted and Blaine would have no say. "When does he leave," Blaine asked instead and it broke his heart to see the tears welling in Kurt's eyes.
"Tomorrow morning," Kurt whispered throwing his arms around Blaine and holding him tight, "I don't want to leave you."
Blaine rubbed his back soothingly, "don't worry. I'll figure out something," he promised, "I don't want this to end, not when I've finally found you."
They stayed like that until Mercedes found them and told Kurt that he'd been gone to long and it was looking suspicious. Kurt kissed Blaine, wiping away his tears and left with Mercedes
Blaine reentered into the hallways through the servant's escape and hauled himself to his next class where David was waiting. "Where's Wes," he asked and David motioned vaguely.
"Somewhere with Lord Finn and a scout, he was pulled aside after lunch."
Blaine nodded and looked to the sheet of paper his teacher had given him. The good grade didn't fill him nearly as much having Kurt stay would have.
The next morning Blaine was by Kurt's side the moment he woke up (no, literally, the servant had crawled into his bed sometimes after the midnight bell) and pleasured him one more time before they had to get up. Kurt seemed difficult and dizzy for most of the morning and Blaine couldn't help but compare him to a dragon trainer without his dragon. Kurt told him not to be silly and they exited the academy. Lord Finn and Lady Rachel were already mounted and the two guards that had come with the two of them in the beginning were back. Kurt climbed up with the blond guard and mouthed something to Blaine before they took off.
By the time they were gone from view Blaine knew what he had to do.