Soooo? :D ..Loving it already? Sure you do. I hope… (Sorry it's so short though, I'll try to update like ASAP! As in, I think I'll upload later tonight) And, *ahem* Yes, this fanfic does resemble the manga called Loveless (never heard of it? You should, it's awesome!), but I hadn't thought of that when I wrote, so that's why I don't think it's a cross-over. Since the only thing it has in common is the ears. But thanks for pointing it out, guys!

Um, yeah, so here's a tiny bit more of Blainey-Bear's past, and even though it's a kinda sad chapter: ENJOY 3

Aldigree held Blaine's hand and locked their eyes together.

"I want us to run away, Blaine," he said and leaned over, so their foreheads were touching.

"R-really?" Blaine stuttered and blushed.

"Yes, really. I want us to be together, Blaine. Forever, just the two of us. We'll find a village, where we can get married." Blaine blushed harder, but Aldigree just continued, "And we'll live together. And we'll be able to see each other without hiding in the shadows."

"Al," Blaine's voice shook a bit, but he smiled at the older boy. "I'd love to be able to do that."

"We can, Blaine! We can. Let's run away together?" Aldigree's enthusiasm had Blaine laughing.

"Sure," he joked. "Let's do it tomorrow night?"

"Yes!" Aldigree clenched Blaine's hands between his own. "Let's do it. Let's just do it, Blaine. I love you." Blaine didn't know what to say, but he looked into Aldigree's eyes and found nothing but love there.

"Okay," he whispered. "I love you too."

They sealed the deal with a kiss.

Blaine was woken by his own sobbing. He was curled into the middle of the bed and all the bed covers were lying on the floor. He choked back another sob and rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the tears from flowing. He heard someone walking on the stairs but didn't get to pretend to sleep before a big figure stood in the door.

"Kid?" It was Merv. "Are you okay?"

Just as he was about to answer Blaine broke into another sob. He bent down and hid his face in his hands. Merv stepped into the room and sat down next to him. The tall man scratched his neck awkwardly but then put his arm around the curly haired teen's shoulders.

"Hey," he said soothingly. "Hey kid, it's alright. Calm down." Blaine grabbed Merv's shirt and buried his face in the man's side. "It's gonna be okay, Blaine." He kept saying little calming things to Blaine until said boy fell asleep.

Blaine did notice the way Merv and Viola looked at him the next day. He kept his eyes to the ground that morning, embarrassed by his own crying the night before. He felt humiliated by Aldigree's betrayal. And ashamed. Ashamed that he'd loved such a horrible person. Ashamed that he'd obviously drooled over the beautiful boy before even getting over Aldigree. Ashamed that he - Blaine Anderson - had to seek shelter in a stranger's home. Ashamed that he even thought of himself as if he was worth more than these kind people. Ashamed that he'd had to intrude on someone's life, just because he was who he was. He felt like a terrible person.

And a terrible person did not deserve to even look at such beauty. So he kept his eyes locked to the ground, even when he saw the nameless boy walk by him on his way home - their home, he corrected himself - from the marked. He realized that he hadn't even had any right to be hurt when the boy hadn't given him his name yesterday. Who would give their name to a stranger? He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Then he walked faster, without as much as glance at the boy. He missed the way said boy looked at him with a quizzing look on his face.

That evening he didn't eat much. He wanted to run away again, but he knew that'd make him even more of a coward than he already was. Yes, he had got permission to stay at their house, in this village, but with each passing moment he felt sadder and sadder. He even began to question himself after last night's dream. Maybe he'd heard the name wrong? Maybe Aldigree hadn't sold him out to the soldiers? Maybe it was his inner fear that made him hear the wrong name. Maybe Aldigree really did wait for him in the garden. What if the soldiers had got him?

Mervalu and Viola noticed Blaine's usually loud and happy voice was missing at the dinner table. They exchanged looks and Viola nodded at her husband. After dinner Viola asked Blaine to do the dishes with her. The teen just nodded and walked over to the sink to fill it with water.

"Blaine?" Viola wasn't sure what she was about to say. She didn't know how to approach this scarred teen. He was far too young to have his heart broken and betrayed the way he had.

Blaine turned his head, hands still in the sink. "Yes?" He said.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a worried voice. She's never seen anyone change so fast. Just yesterday he had been as happy as any other teenager his age. And then today… She didn't even know how to describe him. It was like all the bad things he'd been through had happened all over again and this time he'd taken them to heart.

Blaine froze. They'd noticed his mood swing. And now they wanted him to leave. He didn't blame them. Who wanted a sorrowful teen living under their roof anyway? He just nodded at Viola and turned around, focusing on the task at hand.

"Blaine, honey, turn around and look at me," Viola pressed. He sighed and did as he was told. He was raised to be polite and do what his parents - or other grownups - said.

But he couldn't look her in the eyes. He tried raising his eyes, but his whole body fought against him. Viola took the few steps over to the teen and took a hold of his chin; tipping it up, so their eyes locked.

"What's wrong?" She said gently. She knew how to speak with kids; she had two of them herself, for God's sake. And even though Blaine wasn't hers, she already cared deeply for the strange boy.

"It's just… I just… What if it's my fault?" Blaine's voice was hoarse and rasping and it broke as he forced the sentence out. He'd never been a scared child, and normally he didn't need reassurance. He knew when he'd done something wrong. But this time it was different, because the more alone he was, the more he thought of it all as his fault. And even though he didn't want to admit it, he needed someone to tell him, that it wasn't.

Viola's eyes softened even further and she pulled Blaine into a hug. "It's not, Blaine," she shushed. "It isn't your fault that he betrayed you or left you alone, it isn't your fault you're gay." And the thing Blaine needed to hear the most; "And it is not your fault that you fell in love with a man who turned out to be a bad person. He must've had nice sides too; the bad sides just won this time. And you shouldn't worry about it. You're living here now, Blaine, with us, and we won't let anyone take you away. Not now, not ever."

Blaine nodded into her embrace and even though he felt like a child, it was a comforting and caring feeling. Viola had just told him the things he wanted to hear the most. Not even his own mother had been able to say such things.