Hola! I've Decided I Can't Complain About Fics Not Updating, When I Haven t Either. So I'm Finishing This Fic All Tonight.
It Was Intended To Be A Long Drabble, And This Is The Second To Last Chapter. Ta-Daaaa!

I Just Finished Reading The Hunger Games Series.
There s A Week I'll Never Get Back. I Think Unless It's Harry Potter, Stephen King Or Klaine, It's Not...KARE?

Any-Slut...

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Chapter Six

'New Family'

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Blaine wasted no time getting back to his room and stuffing as much of his important possessions in a woven satchel.

Books, money, expensive items. Anything he owned that could be of worth in order to keep Kurt alive.

When Kurt returned to Blaine's cubiculum (Bedroom) he was astonished to find it in shambles.

"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt laughed, straightening out the bed linen. He had gotten up early that morning to wash the laundry, clean sheets for Blaine for tonight.

Blaine re-appeared in a mass of all of his belongings, still clad in nothing but a sheet.

"I wondered where that had gotten to; when I was making your bed you dork, although I was rather more concerned with the lost looking woman who was sitting in here." Kurt mused, attempting to tidy up some of the parchment strewn across the floor.

"Kurt, get all of your belongings together no-w," Blaine ordered, using his most authoritive voice, however it cracking slightly at the end, due to excessive stress.

"Why, whats wrong Blaine?" Kurt asks in a quiet voice, finally piecing everything together mentally, the strewen belongings, the fear in Blaine's eyes.

"We need to leave, now, or my father will have me kill you," Blaine attempts to explain, now gathering up the few belongings Kurt has.

"And why does he want me dead? Blaine, you didn't-" Kurt began when Blaine cut him off, "I told him that I love you, he had arranged for me to marry that woman, but I refuse, because you are the only one for me, so he ordered me to kill you, or leave and never come back."

Blaine quickly changed into his clothes, the sheets being too hard to move in any longer as he continued to pack, as Kurt stood dumb founded.

"You-you'd give up your life and family, f-for me-e?" Kurt wiped away a stray tear, as Blaine came towards him, embracing him tightly.
"I told you, I love you. Even if it means not being the next Emperor, you are all I will ever need."

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Once Blaine was satisfied that he had packed enough to last, and Kurt had gotten some food from one of the slaves he had befriended, the pair expertly maneuvered their way down the back corridors and passages of the Emperors domus (House) and out the back door.

They decided to lay low, by taking back roads through the city and disguising themselves to prevent being recognised by the public or the Emperors guards.

After walking for hours, Blaine realised he had no idea where they were going or where they were going to even stay.

Yet Kurt had taken the lead and was expertly making their way to the city s gates.

"Kurt, where are we going to go?" Blaine finally asked,

"Home," Kurt smiled.

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The pair did not speak for the remainder of their journey. They simply kept a tight hold on each other s hand, and mad their way through the winding country-side.

As they descended down a large hill, Blaine finally saw it;
A moderate sized Olive tree farm.

With a decent sized domus (House) and a few livestock in an empty paddock.

"Welcome home, Blaine,"

As Kurt pulled Blaine along the front path up to the house, a tall, broad shouldered boy, about their age, came running out at them and scooped Kurt up in his arms.

"Kurt! Oh how I ve missed you!" The boy still tightly hugging Kurt all but squealed, still in shock.

Blaine didn't particularly like how close this other boy was standing next to Kurt. He also didn't like how happy he looked.

Kurt couldn't help but notice Blaine's brow furrowed in concentration. Chuckling a little, Kurt decided to put Blaine out of his misery. "Blaine, this is Finn, my step brother, Finn this is-"

"The Emperors Son! Ohmygawsh, it's an honour..." Finn rambled as he got down on his knees, out of respect.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh, "Nice to meet you Finn, but there s no need for you to do that, I d hardly call myself a son anymore.."

Finn stood up looking slightly confused, "What s wrong Kurt, why are you here anyways?"

"I'd say," another voice, this time much deeper and gruff spoke.

"Dad!"

"Kurt, m'boy, how have you been, we've missed you so," Burt, Kurt's father took Kurt into his arms and held him tightly.

"Dad, this is Blaine, my-uh-" Kurt began when Blaine cut him off, "Boyfriend, if that s okay with you, sir,"

Burt smiled, as he took in the curly haired boy in front of him. Who was looking at his son with such adoration, he couldn't be happier for his son.

"As long as he keeps you happy," Burt warned, his fatherly instincts suddenly kicking in.

"Yes, sir," Blaine mumbled nervously.

"What brings you back so soon?"

"Well, let s just say, we are no longer allowed in Pompeii," Kurt smiled weakly at his father.

"Well, you are welcome here, you too Blaine."

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No New Words.

I Need To Write One More Little Chaptery Thing For This.
Then It Is DON-EH!

I'm Supposed To Be Writing My Paper.
Faaahhhhhh.

xxxxxxxxxxxx Cyanide-Pansy (Jaydee)