Title: Stained Glass Heart

Author: lady_gelfling

Warnings: Language, violence, future sex

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, brief Kurt/Karofsky

Word Count: 2,713

Summary: In the kingdom of Dalton, a war between faeries and humans is waging. With the humans' lust for the faeries' powers, and the faeries' lust for revenge, it is inconceivable for them to fall in love. But Kurt and Blaine will defy gravity and change it all.

A/N: Here's the next chapter! They finally meet, but trouble is coming their way! Hopefully I'll be able to continue updating daily, but I'm also working on my other fic I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good /shameless self promotion XD

It is widely understood throughout the world, that faeries are not humans. They have no humanity, they are a completely different species. They are animals. This theory, created by Sir Bryan Ryan, allowed for the hunting of faeries to take place. After all, faeren assets are valuable, and with the guilt of killing a human like creature expunged, the faerie hunt increased dramatically, improving trade, and the economy of the kingdom.

However, as faeries are not humans, they are very different from the citizens of the Dalton Kingdom, there are several truths that every human must understand. Faeries are savages. They have no humanity, no mercy. If a human is ever caught by a faerie, then the faerie will kill them at the first chance.

"We need to kill him and get it over with!"

"We can't!"

"Why not? Because that stupid faerie bonded with him? It's about time that he starts learning the world won't bend down to him, just because he's a water faerie!"

"Hey, don't you dare talk about Kurt like that. He's special, okay?"

"Look, I know he's your betrothed mate and all, but you need to seriously think about this. He brought a human to the village Dave. Don't you think there is something else going on there?"

"No, Azimio, I don't. Kurt said that he created a friendship bond with him ten years ago. I talked to Burt about it, and he said he hadn't dragged them away from each other in time. So there's nothing that we can do, but keep the human safe."

"Dave, look. I know that you're absolutely smitten with Kurt, but that doesn't mean he reciprocates. In fact, it's pretty much understood amongst everyone that he doesn't. And suddenly, the day after you two are betrothed, he shows up with a human?"

"Don't, Azimio."

"Dave, you need to face the facts! Your precious Kurt is fucking with this human so he doesn't have to mate with you."

A loud clatter sounded out, and the noise of a scuffle reached a human's ears. A human who was now stirring, groaning as the side effects of the healing began to take effect.

Cracking open his hazel eyes, Blaine Anderson looked around. He was lying down on some sort of bed, admittedly the softest bed he had ever felt before. At further glance, it seemed to be made out of some sort of velvety leaves, and moss. The sheets were warm and soft on his skin, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to lay back, and fall into a deep slumber once more.

However, as he took in his surroundings, he began to realize that he was not in any human dwelling. The ceiling was low, and seemed to be made out of grass and dirt. There were many other beds in the structure, and Blaine assumed that it was a medic center of some sort. Yet he saw no tools for surgery, or medicinal herbs. There was a clear rinsing basin at the end of each bed, but otherwise, it seemed bare.

Blaine took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened, what he had seen. Arrows. Carmel. The Carmel Army had attacked. They had shot him with arrows. Blaine immediately glanced down at his skin, and found no arrows, nor any sign that any had been embedded in his skin at any point.

Sitting up, Blaine finally realized where he was. He was in a faerie dwelling.

Immediately fear shot through his veins. Faeries and humans had been at odds with one another for many years. Though Blaine had never personally murdered a faerie, he knew that their kind did not look too kindly on humans. It seemed that he would not die by an arrow, but whatever had kept him alive only prolonged his suffering, for instead, he would die by the hand of a faerie.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine took another glance at his surroundings. The room was dimly lit, but the light seemed to cast a greenish tinge around the room. Looking at the table next to him, Blaine saw some of his belongings laid out. His satchel was lying on the table, as were his pieces of scrap sheet music and some unfinished leather jewelry.

However, his sword and dagger were notably missing from the table.

Great. He would be attempting to fight his way out of a clan of faeries that wanted him dead with a satchel, some scrap pieces of paper, and leather. That surely would get him free.

"I don't ever want to hear you speak of him like that again!"

Blaine's head popped up, hearing the voice outside his door. It seemed that there were two men out there, most likely guarding the door, so that he didn't escape, and attempt to kill them all. Yeah, like he was in any position to take them on.

"Why not? It's true? He's just pulling a Fabray kinfolk, and boning the human. He obviously knows the cretin well enough to heal a serious injury, to pull him back from death. You felt it, we all felt it. The human was near dead, and everyone knows the Hummel kinfolk are horrid at healing. With the exception of A'ean'geal'ica, but you saw how well that worked out for her."

Blaine tried to make sense of their words, but it only confused him. He had died? Or was close to death anyways? Than how was he here? Surely no faerie would have cared enough about humans to have healed him. Faeries were savages. That was what had been drilled into his head for years.

"That's a lie! He's different, you know he's different. He's compassionate, and caring, not cruel. I know that he doesn't love me. Do you think I'm blind? Do you think it doesn't hurt when he rejects me, when he literally begged his father to give him an alternative? But he would never be so cruel. Never."

Who were they talking about? Compassionate? Surely they couldn't be talking about a faerie. Faeries were not compassionate. Blaine had never met a faerie who was not cruel and savage. Well, he had only met…one faerie. One, a very long time ago. A memory. Fingering the necklace, Blaine remembered the words.

"It means as long as you have that, we'll be friends forever."

"Good evening gentlemen." A new voice was heard outside the door, one that made Blaine's head snap to attention. It was silky and smooth, soft and melodic. He had heard it before. Once as a child, and once as a man. He heard the haunting echo of a sweet melody, reverberating in his ears.

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

"I need to go and see him."

The faerie. The faerie outside the door wanted to see him. To kill him. Blaine immediately sat up, and swung his legs over the low bed, not wanting to be caught completely unguarded. He would still retain some of his dignity, he would not go down without a fight. He would do his father proud in his last hours of living.

"Why? Need your daily fuck?"

Hearing such a crude word coming out of a voice so naturally musical was jarring for Blaine. Until he remembered that though they looked and sounded pretty, these were unnatural, fearsome cretins he was dealing with. Had his Warbler training all been for nothing? Though they looked human, the faeries were anything but.

"Charming as ever Azimio. No, I have not seen him in ten years. Nor would I have had intercourse with him if I had been seeing him more often. Not only am I thus far unmated, I'm betrothed. I am many things, but disobedient is not one of them."

The second voice rang out, softer, as if being chided. "I know that. I apologize for Azimio, he does not know how to control his voice. But I cannot allow you to go in there, he is being held a prisoner of war. It is unsafe for you."

A prisoner of war? Just what wrongs had Blaine committed against them? If the faeries were planning on executing him, on the mere basis that he was a human, then they truly were a savage people. Blaine had long ago made an oath never to kill a faerie, but he had experienced the brink of death. While he had never displayed any sense of self preservation before, he was in no hurry to go rushing back to that terrifying edge.

"He is not a prisoner Dave. I brought him here, I healed him, and it is I who will be defending him at the Council meeting. I believe I should be able to see him. My energy is restored, and he is weaponless. Not to mention, recuperating from a serious Healing. I will be safe, rest assured. Now I must ask you to let me pass."

And suddenly, the door was opening, and a beautiful faerie stepped through. His eyes scanned the room, and fell upon Blaine, who was frozen at the edge of his bed, halfway to a standing position. When the beautiful green blue eyes met Blaine's golden hazel ones, there was a spark. It passed through them, silently and invisibly, but when it reached Blaine, it felt as if he had been electrocuted.

Kurt.

This was Kurt. The faerie that had haunted his dreams, that he knew from a distant memory. The Dalton training, which was intended to eradicate any good or pleasant memories one had of a faerie, could not eliminate such pure beauty that Kurt possessed, leaving him to be a straw that Blaine was forever grasping at.

Yet here he was, in the flesh.

"Blaine." Kurt said, breaking out into a wide smile, and Blaine literally felt his knees go weak. To be in the presence of such pure beauty was absolutely breathtaking. Age had suited Kurt well, and now, now he was absolutely striking.

The round faced guarded boy, with the limp bangs had disappeared, and in his place stood a tall, lean, young man, with beautiful, defined angles, perfect hair, and eyes, as startling as Blaine remembered from his childhood. But those eyes were now sparkling with happiness, an expression that Blaine knew was mirrored on his face.

"Blaine, lie down. You're still recovering!" Kurt hurried over to his side, and he lightly pushed Blaine back onto the soft, heavenly bed. Blaine could not contain a gasp, because it felt like where Kurt's fingertips touched his bare chest, a thousand fireworks erupted underneath his skin. He was amazed that Kurt could not feel his blood practically jumping out of his body.

"I'm sorry, my hands are always cold." Kurt apologized, misconstruing the gasp. "Part of being a water faerie I guess. My temperature always runs colder than normal. Well, normal for faeries. Though I suppose you know all about that, your temperature is quite hot for a human's.

Blaine blushed. Oh how he wished he could take that out of context. He did, to a slight degree, though he knew the truth behind it all.

When he was here, looking into Kurt's stunning eyes, all the brainwashing that had taken place during Warbler training slipped away. All he could think about was the friendship that he and Kurt had created, a place for them, somewhere only they knew. Amazingly, it seemed that the friendship had only grown over time. They had known each other for less than a week, but now it seemed that they had known each other their whole lives, and could practically read each other's soul.

"I guess my craftsmanship worked then." Blaine managed to croak out, gesturing towards the bracelet that was still woven around Kurt's slim wrist. The faerie looked down at it, and chuckled.

"I think the faerie bonds might have had something to do with that. A faerie bonds with every person they ever meet. The strength of the bond depends on the person. Apparently, we share a very strong bond."

Blaine grinned widely at the thought. In the years after Kurt's disappearance, and before he had enlisted in the army, he had often thought of the beautiful faerie. He had wondered what life would have been like, if Kurt had been in it. Would they have stayed close friends? Would they have drifted apart? Somehow, every scenario Blaine fabricated, seemed to end up with the two of them falling in love. It was this that led him to realize he preferred the companionship of men.

"So why am I here? How did you find me? Did-did a faerie heal me?" Blaine blushed, realizing that he was spewing out frantic questions, and Kurt burst into melodious laughter, so contagious that Blaine couldn't help but laugh along with him. Anything, anything at all that would keep Kurt laughing as prettily as that.

"You're here because I brought you here. It was quite easy to find you, you left behind a lot of blood. An unusual addition to the forest, so I followed it. Admittedly, it was rather foolish, but I'm glad I did. And yes, I healed you. You were next to dead, and I've never been particularly good at Healings, so it is a miracle you're still alive. I needed to rest for days afterwards though."

Days?

"How long have I been out?" Blaine inquired carefully, and his nerves began to play up, seeing the careful mask Kurt composed his face into.

"You have been unconscious for a week. We-we sent some faeries out, to find your companions, but it seems that they have moved on. They are under the impression that you are dead, and have already reported such back to your leaders. I am so sorry Blaine."

Blaine knew he should feel something. Remorse, sadness, disappointment that his friends were so quick to fling away his life, believing that he was dead, with no real proof of the matter. But for some reason, he could not bring himself to care. None of that mattered. All that mattered, was that he was here, here with Kurt.

"That's alright. I-I don't mind. I'm just glad I found you again. I-I don't want to lose you, not again. I know we've not really known each other for long at all, but Kurt, I don't think I could handle that. Not again, anyways."

Kurt nodded, and patted his hand. "It's alright Blaine. I understand. I understand completely. I want to be with you again, to get to know you better. It's been ten years, and we've both changed slightly. I'm no longer a vegetableterrainean."

Blaine frowned in confusion for a moment, before remembering what Kurt was referring to. He burst into laughter, before questioning Kurt on the matter. "You're not? But I thought eating meat made you sick?"

Kurt shrugged. "Hard circumstances bring about unwanted changes. But, I'm sure you're well aware of that."

Blaine nodded, and took a deep breath. "So you mean it then? You want to get to know me? I can stay here?"

Kurt's face darkened slightly, and Blaine's stomach dropped.

"Well, I want you to stay here. But you have to understand, we're a rare case. A one in a million case. Humans and faeries just don't get along. I want you here, and I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you can stay here, that you can stay with me. But I'm going to have to present the idea at a formal Council meeting."

Blaine paled, and tried his best not to groan. If his experiences with the Warbler Council were anything to go off of, this was not going to be pretty.

He would be dead within a week.