Kurt couldn't be happier as the White Queen's castle came into view. Once they were inside the gates, Kurt hopped down ant tied up the horse, Blaine slid down after him and gave a strangled yell as his feet hit the ground and his stomach contracted, oozing out more blood. Kurt turned quickly around to see Blaine bent into himself, holding his middle.

"Blaine!" he cried, he ran over and Blaine collapsed into his arms "Help!" he screamed "Somebody!" guards were instantly at his side, lifting Blaine away from him. Kurt followed them instantly as they hustled into the caste and laid Blaine down on a cot. They removed his armor and lifted his shirt, Kurt gasped at the amount of blood.

"Get him out of here." Blaine said to one of the guards

"No!" Kurt shouted, "You're hurt. I'm staying." The guard gave Blaine a helpless shrug. "Is he gonna be alright?" he asked softly

"Yes." The guard said "The armor prevented the worst of it, he'll need stitches, but he'll be fine." Kurt exhaled and went to hold Blaine's hand. A woman bustled in with a bag in her hand, set it down on the bed and took out a needle. She began working on Blaine's stomach.

Blaine kept his eyes on the ceiling and his expression unreadable, although the grip on Kurt's hand was crippling. Kurt carefully removed Blaine's hat to smooth back his curly hair, he leaned down and gently kissed Blaine's forehead. Blaine let his eyes flutter closed and reveled in the feeling of Kurt's lips on his forehead. 27 stitches later, Blaine was left pale and sweating on the cot. Kurt had brought him some tea, of course, and even Quinn had come to check on him.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered as he sat by Blaine's cot that night.

"What for?" Blaine smirked

"For protecting me. Even when you were hurt." Blaine smiled

"That's my job." Kurt laughed

"I don't know what I would've done without you." Kurt admitted, even though he didn't like to say he really needed anyone, and he'd deny it if you asked him…but he needed Blaine.

"You would've been fine," Blaine said "You really don't need me, it's the other way around." Kurt smiled, even though he thought that wasn't true, it was nice to hear that somebody actually needed him. Kurt sighed and leaned his head onto Blaine's shoulder.

"Why did I leave?" Kurt asked "Why would I ever want to leave here?"

"You had to go back to your mom and your dad." Blaine said "you were only six years old, you were excited about being here, but you missed your family."

"Blaine…my mother died." Kurt said softly, Blaine's lips parted in surprise "she died not long after I…I came back."

"Kurt, I'm so sorry!" Blaine said quickly "oh my god," he continued but Kurt cut him off

"It's okay, really…I've still got my dad," then he paused "my dad…oh my god." A hand flew up to his mouth "Blaine, my dad must be going crazy looking for me!"

"Shh, shh" Blaine soothed "he's fine, I promise you, he's fine." Kurt nodded, because he believed Blaine, everything would be okay. He took a deep breath and tried not to think, because given the choice again, he'd go home…he'd go home for his dad and leave Blaine here. He felt the tears well up in his eyes, he didn't want to leave Blaine, and all the friends he'd made in this place. He actually had friends in this place! Going back, all he had was his dad.

"Hey…" Blaine said softly, reaching up to brush a tear from Kurt's cheek. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kurt lied "Just…thinking of all of you guys…you're the only friends I have." Blaine smiled and cupped Kurt's cheek

"We're always here for you, no matter what."

Kurt laid in his bed, he knew he had to sleep, but it just wasn't working out very well. He couldn't stop thinking, when was he even going to fight this big monster, nobody really knew. What? Would he just wait here for as long as it took…what if it took months? He couldn't do that, he needed his dad, and he couldn't help but think how much easier it would be if he could just bring his dad here. He sighed and rolled onto his side, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.

Kurt woke up that morning to the sound of someone knocking loudly on his door.

"Come in!" he called sleepily and the door burst open, at this point he sat up and was shocked to see Blaine rushing towards him. "What are you doing! You just got stitches!" he cried as Blaine sat down next to him and waved off his panic.

"The Red Queen just declared that she'd be sending her monster over tomorrow!" he said, looking terrified "Kurt, you have to fight tomorrow!" Kurt paled

"What?"

"Puck wants to see you immediately to train one more time." Kurt swallowed and nodded

Kurt quickly changed out of his pajamas and into his 'Training clothes' which consisted of a loose, grubby white shirt and black pants. Puck seemed to have him do everything they'd practiced, in a single day. Kurt ran, jumped, did sit ups and pull ups and any other exercise technique you could think of, along with fencing and sword fighting. By the time Puck let him go, Kurt was sore on every inch of his body.

"Kurt…" Puck said, Kurt turned around to look at him "Be careful tomorrow, use everything I taught you and just…win this." He smiled and pulled Kurt in for a tight hug, which Kurt reciprocated fully.

"Thanks, Puck, I'll try." He smiled softly before heading back in to wash off.

Kurt sat in the bath tub and breathed in the scent of Lavender, trying to relax his muscles. He massaged his neck and feet and just tried to get every knot out of every muscle in his body. He sighed, if he could somehow get his father here, where would they live? Would they build a house of their own? Is there some sort of real estate here? Probably not. So Kurt cleared his mind, and tried to stop thinking of the impossible.

Kurt Hummel stood in the garden, leaning against one of the marble rails and looking out over the Kingdom. He sighed, how was he going to do this? He wanted to protect this place so bad, he wanted to keep everybody safe…but he was just one man. He had no idea how he was going to face the monster alone, he was most likely going to die. So he stood there, just gazing out in front of him and making his dying wishes.

'I wish that Brittany and Santana will be happy together.' '

I wish Santana and Quinn will get along'

'I wish Rachel and Artie and Mercedes and Wes and David will be okay.'

'I wish Blaine will get along without me…'

Kurt was suddenly aware that someone was standing behind him, but he didn't turn around. The person walked closer and set their elbows on the marble, resting their chin in their hands.

"Hey," Blaine said, glancing up at Kurt and instantly moving to hug him "What's wrong?" he asked, enveloping Kurt in his arms.

"I'm s-scared." Kurt choked back a sob and leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay" he tried to soothe

"What if I die, Blaine?" Kurt asked, leaning back to look in Blaine's eyes

"I won't let that happen." Blaine said fiercely "you will not die, do you hear me?…I won't lose you again." He kept his hands on the tops of Kurt's arms. Kurt nodded and sniffed

"I love you." Kurt whispered, Blaine brought his hands up to either side of Kurt's face, and leaned in. Kurt shut his eyes, he wanted this so badly. Blaine's lips touched his and it set a trigger off in his mind, suddenly, he was six years old again.

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Blaine, the little boy with the chubby cheeks was looking at him with tears in his big hazel eyes.

"I really don't want you to go, Kurtie." He said sweetly "I wish you could stay…"

"But I have my mommy and daddy!" Kurt gasped "I have to go with them."

"I know," Blaine sighed, wiping at his eyes with the back of his small hand.

"I'll come back, though!" Kurt promised quickly "I'll come back and see you real soon." Blaine smiled a little, like he knew Kurt's promise meant nothing, but the gesture was nice either way.

"Can I…can I kiss you?" Blaine asked in a hushed tone "for goodbye?" Kurt blushed and nodded

"yeah." So Blaine leaned in quickly and pursed his lips, both of them shut their eyes tightly and pressed their lips together for a second. Blaine pulled away giggling

"you shocked me!" he squealed and Kurt laughed as well, putting a hand to his tingling lips

"No, you shocked me!"

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Kurt was rocketed back to reality as he twisted his fingers into Blaine's curly hair, and Blaine nibbled slightly on Kurt's bottom lip. They both pulled away slightly, only to rest their foreheads together.

"You shocked me." Blaine whispered, smiling, Kurt laughed

"No, you shocked me." So that's what 'fireworks' felt like.

(AUTHORS NOTE: Baby Kliss! It's quick, it's sweet, it's chaste. I had to add the whole 'you shocked me' thing in there, cause kids don't know what the whole 'feeling fireworks' thing goes, right? Aannnyway, now we know that Dave wasn't Kurt's first kiss, woo! Tell me what you think, Reviews are what keeps me writing, guys!)