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Last chapter.

The estate of Ohino spanned miles. Miles of city and walls and training grounds all clustered. People live atop people in buildings more modern than he'd ever seen before but dragon's still flew and perched. The color variations were vibrant and Blaine found himself amazed by the artwork they made in the sky.

He'd worked himself to the bone to be seen by scouts and when they approached him he nearly bawled for joy. Blaine had promised Kurt he would find a way to see him again and he had. It may have taken a couple months but he was here and on the way to see the baron with a couple of other students. Jeremiah was larger now, more toned than the baby dragon Blaine held in his hands that day on his father yard and his horns were twisted in a viciously beautiful way. He wore proudly on his back a shield made of water dragon scales, blue as the rivers they'd flown over. There guide lead them through the estate grounds towards the middle of the court yard. Their names had been recorded and approved by the Baron himself so Blaine was sure Kurt knew he was coming.

Their guide stopped their trek at a couple of vendors stalls and spoke, "you will meet at the grand home of the Baron at the third bell in this cycle, but for right now you have time to get gear and make yourself presentable to his Lordship. I expect you all to be presentable or lashings will occur."

Blaine never thought he would know what it felt like to be lashed; it was a numbing pain, worse than the injury on his arm that was covered in the one glove he'd gotten out the water dragon's hide. He figured it was best to protect his injured arm now that he was going into the army.

His first lash came on the day after Kurt had left. He tried to prove himself capable of something, what it was he forgot, and he screwed up earning five lashes. He found that trying to be seen was harder than he ever wanted it to be. He learned that putting himself out there was more painful than he thought but this was for Kurt. He would not lose the mysterious and flirty boy he'd come across just because Lord Finn got greedy again.

Their guide then walked away and the rest scattered slowly. Blaine had brought what little money he could find but he wasn't going to spend that now even though he was sure he needed a new shirt. This money was saved to try and buy off the rest of Kurt's service time. Jeremiah wondered over to a group of earth dragons who were inviting and the dragon master nodded. Jeremiah could stay with them while he searched for Kurt.

He stopped the first worker he saw in better looking clothes with the Baron's symbol on them. "Do you know a Kurt," he asked and the female shook her head quickly, eyes glancing around. He let her go and she bowed scurrying off much faster than before. Each servant with the Baron's symbol did much the same and he was beginning to think that Kurt wasn't within the Baron's service anymore. Kurt had said he had come to the academy to finish off his last months in the Baron's service.

He approached a stall vendor and asked if they knew his Kurt.

"A last name hun," the sweet old woman chirped.

Blaine shook his head, "he didn't give me one," he said sadly and bought a loaf of bread off her in payment.

He passed a hurrying servant who stopped at two more servants, out of breath. Blaine was going to move on, he really was until he heard Kurt's name come out of their mouth. "Kurt's been caught," the servant hissed, "he tried stealing Lady Rachel's necklace; they're going to kill him."

Kurt, stealing, impossible, Blaine thought to himself but followed the servants at a good distance. Jeremiah had to leave the group of dragon's to follow his master.

The servants lead him to a scene that shredded Blaine's heart to pieces.

A large crowd was standing around a heightened platform and up on the platform was a servant whose skin was ivory, dressed in chains. Beside him was the Baron himself and another man.

The man that was not the Baron spoke. "This servant is accused of stealing from Lord Hummel, does anyone defend him."

Blaine raced forward pushing his way through the crowd until he came to the inner most and stopped dead, his eyes locking with Kurt's. Kurt turned his head away, ashamed. The man shook his head, "on accordance of what was stolen his punishment is death by flames." The man laid Kurt out on the pyre and covered his face. The baron stepped aside and the man led him away to a standing platform.

What are you doing, get him. Jeremiah seethed through their connection. Jeremiah had been the one to suffer through forced syncs because his master wanted to see this servant boy again. There was no way in hell he was going to keep going through that because his masters wanted partner was burned alive. Blaine snapped out of whatever trance he was in and moved forward only to yank himself back as flames shot up through grates around the platform. "no," he screamed and the earth was once again his fuel. Jeremiah launched himself up over the crowd to their amazement and flapped his wings at the high flames allowing Blaine only a moment of time to pass through them without horrible scaring himself. Blaine ripped the blindfold off Kurt and before the servant even had time to adjust Blaine's mouth was on his, desperately clinging to him waiting for the flames to-

Kurt was chuckling under him and pushed him back with soothing sounds and Blaine noticed that the flames were nowhere near them. "I knew you'd come," Kurt whispered, holding onto him.

The flames around them fell and died and Blaine looked around. The people who had been watching were smiling at them and the Baron was approaching them, alone this time. The other man that was not the Baron was leaning on the railing, head in his hands with a sweet smile on his face.

The Baron clasped Kurt on the shoulder and laughed. "You weren't kidding," he told the boy and then gave Blaine a once over, "a good choice Kurt."

"Thanks dad," Kurt said softly and both Blaine and Jeremiah's minds were blown out of their sync.

"Dad!" Blaine pulled back, not dropping Kurt's hand but still pulling back looking between the Baron and Kurt, "he's your-I mean, Santana forbid," he breathed and Kurt smiled sadly.

"Come on, you need to sit down," Kurt said pulling him away from the now clearing crowd into the Baron's house and sitting him on the nearest chair.

"Who are you" Blaine's mind was trying to comprehend everything that was happening.

Kurt sat down and snuggled in close. "I'm Kurt Hummel, son of Burt Hummel and heir to the Ohino Lordship."

Blaine took a deep breath per request of Kurt, let it out, and fainted.

-break-

The room he woke up in was something right out of a Westerville noble's house. The ceiling was high, draped with a warm and shimmering tan fabric. The bed was big and soft and Blaine stretched out his arms. He twisted his waking body so that it would crack and release the pressure in his bones. The windows were streaming light onto his face and throughout the room, lighting up the mahogany furniture. He pushed himself up with his arms and yawned to meet a blond servant with a gigantic smile.

"Dolphin will be glad you're awake," she commented and laid the tray of fresh fruit onto the end table for him before making her escape. Blaine wanted to ask her who the hell dolphin was and where he was and what he was doing here but the fruit looked to inviting. He reached and grabbed three blackberries. He popped all three in his mouth when the door opened and his Kurt swept in.

"You still have my belt," Blaine commented with a full mouth and Kurt smiled. The baron's son sat on the edge of the bed and Blaine crawled up next to him, feeling slightly proud that the boy would tense when he got close. Blaine kissed his cheek anyway.

"I'm surprised you did that," Kurt muttered placing his hand over his cheek.

"So you lied to me for two weeks," he shrugged, "everything just makes sense now."

"Even my scandalous affair with Finn?"

Blaine shuttered, "I'm trying not to admit that I ever thought that." Kurt laughed and Blaine fell back on the bed, pulling Kurt with him. "Though I wouldn't refuse being told what the hell just happened."

Kurt rolled over and pulled Blaine closer to press his face into Blaine's warm shirt. "It's a very long tradition," he started, "but it would make sense for me to start at the beginning. You know the old legends of kings sacrificing their virgin son or daughters to a dragon to save the kingdom." Blaine hummed. "It's sort of like that; every estate has its own way of doing what you went through."

"What did I just go through?" Blaine prompted Kurt.

"It's a way for the current Baron to tell if a person is willing to sacrifice themselves to be with their son or daughter."

"And I passed?"

"With flying colors," Kurt grinned.

"So everything was an act." It wasn't him accusing Kurt of anything, just a simple question.

"Yes," the boy replied, "I'm sorry about lying but my father wanted to keep tradition."

Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head, "I can see why," he chuckled, "it sounds like fun to know the boy that's after your son is going to do everything in his power to get to him."

"My dad said the same thing when he married mom," Kurt told him.

"How'd your dad take the Operation: confuse the poor lover boy?"

Kurt shook his head, "mom told me when I was old enough to understand that she didn't even know my father when it happened. She was interested in another guy and wanted him to be her lover boy. The guy, she never gave me a name, didn't even try to go through the flames. My dad, however, was a different story. Dad had been in love with my mother since he started working for my grandfather and he says he just wanted to be her friend. He was dragged by another servant who didn't know anything about everything being an act towards the court that day and when mom's love interest just stood in horror my dad raced through the flames. Mom said he did a little roll and quenched the flames on his clothes and stopped just before throwing the blind fold off and standing over her."

"Sounds romantic," Blaine pressed his fingers into Kurt's side, loving Kurt's smile.

"She married him a few weeks later after they worked everything out with each other."

"Can I marry you in a few weeks?"

Kurt smiled against Blaine's shirt and he whispered, "you're to amazing to be true."

"Maybe; Jeremiah, however, wants to kick your ass."

Kurt looked up in surprise, "you're bond had grown if you can have a connection this far from each other."

Blaine looked sheepish. "I've put him through hell and back to get to you," Blaine admitted and kissed Kurt's lips quickly, "I told you I wouldn't let you go."

"When I saw your name on the list I squeaked," Kurt said with a smile, "my father wouldn't let me leave his office until I explained why." Blaine blanched and gawked.

"Does he know we-That I-"

Burt Hummel chuckled and closed the door behind him, "he wouldn't tell me everything but I'm positive something went down in that tent you shared."

Blaine flushed crimson and Kurt squeezed his hand glancing out of the corner of his eyes at him. Kurt stood and Blaine was quick to follow and bowed. Kurt straightened him back up with a sour look and he gave a wary smile.

"Don't be so formal," Burt motioned the two of them to sit with him when he did. Kurt sat across from his father at the small table and Blaine next to him. "I want to make sure everything sunk in before I start this conversation."

Blaine took a minute to breath, running over everything that happened. Kurt lied to him for two weeks, they had totally awesome sex in a tent, Blaine found out Kurt was actually the heir to the lordship of Ohino, and now he had just asked Kurt to marry him. He smiled to Burt, "yeah, everything's sunk in."

The conversation consisted of what role he would take when he married Kurt and what his responsibilities would be and Kurt had all but pulled him out to go to the dragons. "I want you to meet my dragon," Kurt told him and Blaine called him out about his comment the day Kurt left. The heir only smiled. The holding stables were elegant of course and he had received wary looks from all dragons except Lord Finns of course. "That's Elizabeth," Kurt pointed out a water dragon, a lanky thing whose body was half in a pool of water, "she's my fathers. I'm sure you know Barbara and Dance," he pointed to Lady Rachel and Lord Finn's dragons. They came upon a larger holding pin and Kurt had two servants open the gate.

Blaine's breathe hitched staring at the yellow sun dragon. "This is Pavarotti," Kurt smiled running a hand over the yellow scales.

"That a sun dragon Kurt," Blaine managed and Kurt gave a shy smile.

"I may have been a stupid kid when I got him," Kurt told him, "even after my father told me to stay inside while they migrated I went out. Pavarotti here was so small and he said one of the larger dragons hit him with his wing and sent him crashing."

"Is this why Ohino's been in peace since I was nine?"

Kurt nodded. Sun dragons were the ultimate sign of peace; they only stayed with those truly worthy of their presence. "You can come closer Blaine, he promises not to bite." Blaine just stood there in awe. He'd seen the sun dragons migrating before from his window but never this close. Pavarotti snorted smoke and Kurt hit him gently on the snout. "None of that," he told his dragon and held out his hand for Blaine, "please bring your adorable self closer and say hi."

"Flattery gets you everywhere," Blaine told him and walked forward.

-break-

"Blaine," Finn called from across the training ground, dodging the sink hole that was Blaine's disastrous attempt at trap making, and came up on the newlyweds. Kurt stopped his mocking of his husband for two seconds and smiled to his step-brother. Blaine nodded to his brother-in-law and Lady Rachel who had joined them not to long ago, got up and kissed her husband. "Me, Puck, and Sam were going to go dragon hunting, I didn't know if you wanted to come along."

"Are you hunting that nuisance on the boarder of Ohino," Kurt questioned drinking his coffee.

Finn nodded and gave Blaine puppy dog eyes, "it'll be fun, I promise."

"Fun until one of you comes back with a missing eyeball or worse a missing limb," Rachel commented and Kurt agreed with her silently. Blaine held up his dragon sleeved arm and smiled.

"Can't get any worse than this," Blaine laughed and stood, leaning over the table to kiss his husband. Finn clasped him on the back when he pulled away and told him he'd tell the servants to ready Jeremiah for the hunt.

Blaine went to follow but Kurt grabbed his hand forcing Blaine to turn back around. "You better bring back eternal glory or something stupid of that nature for me to let you go this early in our marriage."

The hobbit boy squeezed his husbands hand and promised not only eternal glory but a new belt for Kurt's growing collection. Kurt pondered it and let him go returning to mocking his husband with Lady Rachel. Blaine smiled and ran after Finn who was mounting his dragon in the distance along with Puck and Sam.

Only three days mated and your already running, Jeremiah snickered through they're connection. Blaine promptly informed him that if he brought back a new belt for his husband his dragon wouldn't be seeing him for the next two days because Kurt would be-

Jeremiah cut their connection before Blaine could continue and let his master climb up. Blaine took the sword from the servant offering it and slid it into the sheath on the saddle. Finn let out a uplifting call, returned by the three of them and they took off to fight a dragon.

(And maybe Kurt joined them later showing that he still had more skill than either of them after taking the air dragon down with a coffee cup.)

-break-

The end.

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