*Chapter 7: All Said and Done*

The mid October storm rocked the serenity of Ohio as all seemed quiet. Even the Mystics in the barns across the land were quiet than usual. In McKinley Karofsky walked down his barn, cold and wet from the rain and lantern in hand as he inspected every Mystic in his possessions. He has had some of his Mystics become agitated and injure themselves during storms. Mostly all Mystics did not enjoy storms because it represented darkness in their religion, naturalesa. Karofsky came to a stop at the last filled stall, the one that held Samuel Evans. He looked into the stall and for the first time ever in all his times of inspecting these Mystics during storms, felt pure concern for a Mystic.

Sam rested against the glass, his back to Karofsky, with only his shoulders and head above the water and even though he was turned away from him, it was not hard to see the fear as the half-breed's body shivered in fear. His forearms were crisscrossed and hands were clasped onto his elbows as he stared out the sole window to the storm outside. It was not that he was afraid of storms itself; it was what they stood for. As a wild Mystic in which had the blessing to not have little to none human interaction until that faithful day his family was destroyed, the meaning came even more alive. In the story of the God of Light and his brother the God of Darkness, the jealously and anger showed itself as a storm that threatened to have so much rain fall that it would have eventually flooded Ohio, the land where the God of Light and his bond mate lived. Not only that but it was during the storm where the fight between the two Gods took place and led to the death of the dark brother and with it the storm, but what was left in its place was the hatred that started to bloom in humans for the Mystics and the eventual Great War that led to the mistreatment the Mystics knew of today. Sam dug his nails into his elbows and stared out through the glass and out the window as lightning struck the earth not far from the barn.

Karofsky sighed and placed the lantern down on the ground to open the stall door. Once it was open he picked up the lantern again and walked up to the glass, pointing the light towards the Mystic. Sam noticed the light and turned himself around in the container to look at Karofsky. "It's just a storm Trouty Mouth."

Sam laughed darkly to himself. "I've never heard that one." He said sarcastically as he turned himself back around. "I know it's just a storm. You humans will never understand what this does to us."

"I understand enough."

"No you don't!" Sam screamed, once again turning around. He placed his hands flat on the glass and looked Karofsky square in the eyes. "All you humans will ever know is what it means to us and what it means in our religion and our stories but you will never understand the emotional backbone of it. To understand that you must follow adoració de la naturalesa, you must follow the ways of magic and that of the God of Light but you humans will never follow it because it is a barbaric religion to your superior race! My mother understood and you humans killed her off!" He spun himself around and crossed his arms over his bare chest.

Karofsky breathed in deeply, anger rising. "Fine then. I won't understand what it means and sure I will never follow your religion, 'adoracy nature' or whatever it's called."

"Adoració de la naturalesa." Sam pronounced in perfect Mystic tongue.

"Whatever. But don't you dare group me with those murderous people. I may dislike Mystics, hell I even hate them at times, but I would never even dream about killing one or a human that supports or loves one. I may be a sick, twisted man but I am not to the point that I kill is that clear?" Sam remained quiet. "Is that clear?" Karofsky repeated.

"Yes!" Sam yelled back. The silence stretched then. The other Mystics have overheard their argument and had gotten remarkably interested in it as it progressed. Karofsky sighed again and started to make his way out of the stall when Sam spoke up again. "I'm sorry…" Karofsky stopped in his tracks and turned back around to see Sam with his hands on the glass and watching him as he spoke. "I'm sorry I grouped you with them. I wasn't thinking of you when I said that, I was thinking of the man that killed my mother, and the one that killed my father, and the one that sent my younger siblings to California… It's just… It's the storm. It brings out the darkness in us all."

Karofsky stood and stared at the half-breed merman. Even in the dark the beauty of this Mystic was clear to him. His green eyes reflected the light of Karofsky's lantern and when his eyes moved or shifted slightly the light shone around the eye, that like an actual fish but not in a disgusting way, in a magical way. Finally Sam turned his head away and Karofsky spoke. "You are forgiven Evans." Sam looked back at Karofsky. He had used his name, his last name, but a name none-the-less. "Try to get some sleep. The storm will continue on through the night." Karofsky backed out of the stall and locked the door after he closed it. Without wasting another second he walked down the barn and eventually exited the barn, closing the doors firmly behind him.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Meanwhile in Blaine's Mystic barn Kurt was having the same problems as Sam did, so did the other Mystics. For some strange reason they were all wired, all twenty-six of them. They were not making any noise but they were all fairly nervous. Kurt balled himself up in the farthest corner away from the window and tried to sleep. He was so tired from the day's lessons and deserved a good rest. All day he had been learning how to speak and read. He had graduated to young adult books just the week before and learned to say plenty of words. Because he was so tired he fell asleep immediately because of it and fell into one of his strange dreams, dreams based of old passed down memories called records dels avantpassats, literally translated to memories of ancestors. It is unique only to shifters and only happens when the bond between parent and child is strong, another reason his mother did her best to make a strong bond, to be able to pass down four generations worth of memories.

In this dream it was raining, much like it was raining that night. In the dream lighting and thunder rolled in the clouds above. He was watching the night through the eyes of his great grandmother. She was running through the woods, tripping periodically. She glanced down, a child in her hands, his grandmother. She stopped for a moment and looked behind her. Torches of fire flickered in the rain, humans were chasing her. They were out to imprison, to humiliate the Mystics. She continued to run again. A thought came to mind: her mate was dead, killed by a poorly set human trap that ripped his torso in half. She jumped over a raging river. The flood is to come soon. Above a bright light shone. She looked up. This was no lighting. The thunder, it sounded like an eagle's cry, but it was not thunder. The dark clouds above formed into the shape of a big bird, more specifically a raven. Across from the raven the white light flashed again and from it another great bird, a dove. The ground shook with the great birds' cries. From behind, a twig snapped. She panicked. She started to run again but she kept on being distracted from the birds above her. They started to fight. The wind from their huge wings blowing down to the earth. A wind strong enough to deroot a tree knocked her to the ground. The child, it was not in her arms no longer. Her panic grew. She must find her, she must find her daughter. She spots her and runs to her, she was just a few feet away. Then a dark figure steps between her. It is a human. She must get to her baby. She tries to go around him but fails. Lighting flashes above her, or was the light from the dove? She could not tell. All she could see was the reds of the human's eyes before her as his body loomed over her. Leaning in closer and closer and then—

Thunder exploded in the air directly above the barn, shaking the ground like it was a miniature earthquake. Kurt's eyes snapped open and he screamed. "Aislinn!" He shouted. "Aislinn!" He shouted again. It was a name. The name of his great grandmother. Kurt could not breathe. It all felt so real. He stood too quickly and tumbled to the floor again. Gasping and shaking profusely. His shaking was so great that when he tried to stand he only fell back to the floor once more. "Help me! Help! Please!" He started to cry, his body now shaking not only from the dream but from his sobs. "Help me!"

The door swung open then and there stood Blaine, soaking wet from running in the rain. He was checking up on his Mystics, just like Karofsky was doing in his own estate, when the thunder sounded and Kurt screamed. He ran past the others who were all stone dead quiet but even more frightened thanks to the shifter's blood curdling and air piercing scream. "Kurt!" He rushed to his side.

Kurt looked at Blaine. "B-Blaine?" Then the human from Aislinn's memory flashed before him and Kurt launched himself backwards and straight into the farthest wall. "No! No! No!" Blaine moved forward and placed his lantern on the floor away from Kurt and reached out slowly to the shifter. He slapped his hand away. "No! No!"

"Kurt! Kurt, it's me Blaine! Kurt!" Kurt shook his head and continued to sob and cry and shake. "You are safe Kurt." Blaine whispered as he quickly took the shifter in his arms. Kurt resisted, pulling and trying to force his way out of the human's arms but Blaine did not loosen his grip on bit, instead he tightened. "Shh… Kurt it's okay. You're safe. It's just me… It's just me…" He whispered to the frightened shifter as he unconsciously started to rock back and forward. Kurt collapsed in his arms and cried brokenly.

Wes materialized in the doorway with Mercedes and Rachel; they were too wet from the rain. "Master Blaine…" Wes panted. "Is he… Is he alright?"

"I don't know." Blaine confessed. "He won't stop shaking."

Rachel exhaled. "This is going to sound insane but maybe he should stay in the manor tonight." Blaine looked back at her. "He might have gotten sick with fright or worry..."

"He could die out here." Mercedes added, agreeing with Rachel. "He should stay in the manor, at least for tonight only."

Blaine sighed and without another word gathered Kurt in his arms. Picking him up bridal style, Kurt's arms wrapped around his neck and his face pressed against the crook of his neck and shoulder as he sobbed. "Wes, finish inspecting the others. Miss Jones, Miss Berry, help me with him." The three ran quickly to the manor and brought Kurt before the nearest lit fireplace. Kurt opened his eyes and looked at the manor through his tears. It was beautiful. White marble floors, gold accents, tapestries and art everywhere, Kurt decided this must be a gallery. Blaine set him before the fireplace, putting a few more logs on the fire. Rachel and Mercedes, who had split apart to go get some towels, blankets and pillows for Kurt, appeared within moments. Blaine took it upon himself to dry off the Mystic to the best of his ability while the women made him a comfortable area on the floor, placing a thick blanket on the ground so he can lie on. Once Kurt was adequately dry enough, they wrapped him in warm wool blankets and elevating his head with a soft down feather pillow. Upon his head hitting the pillow, the shifter's eyes drifted to a close.

Mercedes placed a hand on Kurt's forehead and then his cheek and then neck. "He doesn't seem to have a fever."

"Nor do I think he has a cold." Rachel added.

"He's just very scared right now." Blaine said. "You two go and get some rest. I'll stay here in the gallery with him tonight."

"Master Blaine, please. We'll stay, you rest—"Rachel started but Blaine interrupted her.

"That's an order ladies." Reluctantly the women left and Blaine reached forward and started to hold him again. He lifted his head from the pillow and placed it on his lap as he started to stroke his hair softly. Kurt had calmed down a lot since he was moved out of the stall and now was only shaking with the last of his sobs. Blaine watched as Kurt seemed to slowly fall asleep in his embrace. Gently he laid Kurt's head back on the pillow.

Wes came into the gallery minutes later. "The Mystics all seem fine Master Blaine. I believe they all fear for Kurt and of the storm."

Blaine did not reply immediately and Wes understood. He remained quiet as he waited for Blaine to respond. "Thank you Wesley." He said finally after some minutes have passed. "Go off to bed now. I'm staying with him here tonight."

"Yes, of course Master Blaine." Wes bowed and soon after left the gallery.

Blaine stroked at Kurt's hair once more. "Kurt… I do hope you are alright." His hand stopped and just simply laid softly on Kurt's head.

Kurt groaned softly and opened his eyes halfway. "B-Blaine?"

"I'm here Kurt." Blaine reassured. "Go to sleep. You're safe in the manor."

Kurt blinked slowly. "Blaine…"

"Kurt, go to sleep."

"Blaine… I like boys…"

Blaine's eyes widened and Kurt turned over with a sigh resulting in Blaine's hand falling off his head and onto the ground. Blaine sat frozen in the gallery at Kurt's side, staring at the shifter as if he had grown a second head right before his eyes. Blaine could not help the small smile that grew as Kurt's breathing leveled as he slipped into a deep sleep. "I like boys too Kurt." He whispered softly before leaning in and ever so gently ghosted a kiss on the side of Kurt's forehead before standing and moving to a nearby chair.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Since that storm a fortnight ago everything resumed as if nothing had happened. Blaine had some trouble though. It had seemed that Kurt was actually not conscious when he said that he was homosexual which left Blaine to wondering if he even was or if that was just some random statement from the shifter's subconscious. Be that as that may it was a beautiful Halloween's day and today was a big milestone for Kurt. His first fitting for his musician's clothing. Blaine paced nervously in the barn, Wes, and even Scarlota, watching him. It has been a bit over two and a half months since Blaine had made that bet with Karofsky and Rachel and Mercedes were dressing Kurt in his stall and the women wanted to keep it a surprise. The wait was nerve racking. It has been nonstop educating for the four humans as they taught Kurt everything there was to be a civilized human being, not to mention a grand musician which they still have not yet taught the shifter how to play an instrument. That thought alone made Blaine even more nervous. He needed to get along with the lessons and he had stopped looking for instructors since none of them looked like they could play as well as Blaine so he decided that he would teach Kurt to play the piano himself. Blaine rubbed his hands together. Wes chuckled at his old friend. "Blaine, calm yourself. You'll make yourself sick with all that pacing."

"I can't Wes." Blaine replied as he stopped and turned to look at his friend who was leaning against the wood of one of the stalls. "What if he doesn't look the part?"

"Don't worry about that." Wes said. "If anything we should worry about the clothing fitting." Blaine shook his head and began to pace again and Wes rolled his eyes. "Have more faith in Kurt Blaine. I'm positive that he'll do a great job and act just like a human should. Besides he's a shifter and shifters are the closest thing to a human itself."

"I do have faith in him. I believe that he'll do great."

"Then why are you so nervous?"

Blaine stopped. Why was he so nervous? He could not understand. If he says he believes in Kurt then he should. And Blaine Anderson was not lying when he said he believes and has faith in Kurt. Suddenly Kurt's stall door opened and out came Mercedes and Rachel with huge smiles upon their faces. Rachel cleared her throat. "Introducing the new, and improved…"

"Kurt Anderson!" The women said together as they motioned to the door and then stepped away to allow Kurt some room.

One booted foot stepped out of the stall and then soon the rest of the body appeared and stood before the women. Scarlota nickered her surprise and confusion as Wes chuckled and his eyes scanned the shifter's body. "Well it does seem that everything is the perfect fit. You ladies are took some fine measurements." He said towards the women. They nodded their thanks and he transferred his gaze to Kurt. "Why Kurt, I can hardly tell it's you. If I were Karofsky I would hardly believe my eyes." Wes laughed once. "Scratch that. I'd believe that you are a completely different person. What do you think Master Blaine?" Wes continued to stare at Kurt and when he received no reply he glanced back at Blaine. "Master Blaine?"

Blaine stared profoundly at Kurt. He looked stunning. No, far more than that. Blaine corrected mentally. He looked absolutely breathtaking. Before him the shifter wore black leather, lace up boots, solid grey trousers, a satin grey and black patterned vest, a white collared shirt, a green-grey bow tie that was supposed to match Kurt's eyes but did no real justice, and to top it off a black, velvet trimmed morning coat. And Kurt's hair was slicked back and slightly wet from the water that was run through his hair to make his hair remotely stay in place. Blaine breathed in deeply and tried to find his voice but could not. He has never seen a far more being. True Blaine thought him to be fairly attractive before, even when he first met Kurt in that cage in Lima, but now, no words that Blaine knew off could describe him. That was not all. Kurt smiled softly at him and began to show off his lessons. "It seems to me that I may have left Master Blaine speechless."

In turn the women behind him giggled while Wes grinned. "Go show him honey." Mercedes urged. "Show Master Blaine you human-ness."

Kurt walked forward to Blaine, walking with his feet firmly flat on the ground, and stopped just before Blaine. He bowed deeply before him, just as any gentleman would in a Gala, and slowly straightened. "Hello good sir, my name is Kurt Anderson and you look oddly like my cousin Blaine Anderson. Perhaps you know him?" Kurt then extended his hand out to Blaine.

Blaine smiled at him, finally founding that he can move his own body, and bowed back to Kurt before taking a hold of his hand. "Why hello Mr. Anderson. I would suspect I would look like you cousin because perhaps I am him." Kurt bowed his head slightly in response, a smile on his face.

"Isn't he something?" Mercedes asked as she went up and linked her arm with his. "And he's so kind and gentle. All the women will love you at the Gala Kurt."

Kurt chuckled and grinned. "Yes well, I'm just worried about making it through the night."

"Don't worry about it Kurt." Rachel said as she too went up and linked her arm with Kurt's free one. "You'll do great! They'll be so speechless to find that you are a Mystic."

"We're not done yet." Blaine said, proud of himself for sounding so strong even when on the inside he felt so weak. "He still needs to learn how to dance and I want to teach him how to play piano just in case they ask for him to play."

"That's a great idea Master Blaine." Wes agreed. "Shall we all move on to the manor to dance?"

"Just hold on a minute would you?" Kurt asked as he unlinked his arms and walked over to Scarlota. "What do you think?"

'If you ask me you look like a human.' She snorted.

"That's the point."

'Yes well, don't fall too deeply into it Kurt. Remember; you are a Mystic.' She warned him, nodding her head in his direction.

"I promise." Turning he looked straight at the women. "Shall you accompany me to the manor ladies?" The women giggled and went over to link their arms with him once more and the trio walked out of the stable.

Wes chuckled as he and Blaine followed them. "He's doing quite well and I believe some of your dapper skills have passed onto the shifter."

Blaine laughed at that. "Let's hope not. The last thing he needs is relations with a human." Including him Blaine added mentally. Being with a Mystic could mean certain death for both him and Kurt and that was something he could not do, he could not endanger Kurt. He would have rather lived the rest of his life unhappy and alone than see Kurt executed like the mother and father of Sam.

They soon reached the house and Kurt got a better look at the inside of this marvelous home. When you entered the foyer you were greeted with three possible directions to go to. If you went to the left you would enter the sitting room, if you went straight forward you went to the dance hall which took up most of the first floor, and then if you went right you would meet the kitchen and other servant working areas. In the foyer there was a double staircase hugging the wall and wrapping around like two hands cupping water from a river. Mercedes and Rachel have told Kurt that it was upstairs where all the rooms. There were in total ten bedrooms in this big mansion, eight bathrooms, a rare commodity in a house, four of which were attached to the bedrooms, one downstairs and the other three were on the second floor. Also on the second floor was another gallery/sitting room that was hardly used by other people other than Blaine and also upstairs a miniature library filled with music sheets and books. They all went straight and Kurt was astounded by the grandness of the dance hall. It was like the gallery with white marble and gold accents but the floor had bronze arranged in intricate patterns of flowers, animals and nature in general. Kurt guessed that the whole house was with marble and gold but he could not say since he has never been upstairs and the upstairs half of the house might be less glamorous and more livable. In the left corner of the hall was an orchestra waiting for them. It consisted of a piano, a harp, some winds like a flute and a horn and some strings like a guitar and a violin. There were other instruments against the wall if needed for other songs. Kurt was smiling the whole time as he looked around the hall. It was absolutely beautiful. He could only begin to imagine what the royal dance hall in Brookenshon Castle.

"How should we come across this?" Kurt heard Blaine ask suddenly. "Shall we demonstrate first and then have him take a turn?"

"That sounds reasonable." Wes agreed nodding. "I shall take Miss Jones and you Miss Berry."

Blaine nodded and the women detached themselves from Kurt's arms to go to their respectable partners. "Now Kurt, you watch closely at the steps and then you can try with Miss Berry." Kurt nodded and took a seat in one of the chairs.

Apparently for this particular waltz the humans were about to indulge in only required the piano for the other members of this five person orchestra sat with no instrument in hand while the pianist prepared himself to play. Soon the piano began to play a mid-tempo, yet soft song and the humans bowed or curtsied and began to move in time to the music. They stepped from side to side, spinning slowly as they did so, the women holding a bit of their skirts in one hand. They continued to spin around the hall like this until the music became a bit more lively and the men started to twirl the women and push them out, hands still connected, and pull them back in all while doing the same step-step-spin motion. Kurt exhaled slowly. It seemed easy enough watching it but would it be so. The song then went through a soft portion and they returned to just the step-step-spin dance but then the song livened up again for only a short moment and in that moment the women were dipped back. But then the song became lively again, and then back to soft and so on. Kurt rolled his eyes and exhaled again. The song was very bipolar but very beautiful to watch. Slowly in the pit of his stomach he started to feel nervous and started to worry about his performance. Just as the worry began the song ended and they humans bowed/curtsied once more.

"Now come on Kurt." Wes urged. "Let's do the dance again only this time Blaine watches and critiques you."

"Spectacular." Kurt muttered before standing and walking over to Rachel.

"Now you were paying attention were you Kurt?" Blaine asked to make sure.

"Yes of course."

"Good. Because the gentleman leads." Kurt exhaled for the third time and stood before Rachel. Soon the song started over again and he bowed to her as she curtsied. Joining together the two began to dance, Wes and Mercedes dancing somewhere else that Kurt could not really focus on. He held his lips in concentration and periodically licked his lips, trying his hardest not to look down to the floor. "Kurt, it is quite alright for you to look down for now." Blaine said as if he read his mind. "You're learning and you need to watch your feet." Kurt nodded absently and glanced down at his feet, watching as they glided across the floor.

"You're doing well so far Kurt." Rachel said suddenly bringing his gaze up from the floor to her. "I guess because a dance is usually performed on one's toes you are a natural."

Kurt smiled and suddenly felt quite confident as he held his head high and started to really feel the music and the dance rather than just think about it. Rachel started to smile and it grew and grew as the dance progressed. From the sidelines Blaine called out to him. "Kurt, you're doing well, just slow your pace a bit, and don't get too excited. Listen to the music and time your steps with it."

Kurt kept that in mind as he slowed down a bit and listened to the music. Soon came the bipolar part of the dance and Kurt grinned throughout the whole part, thinking of his joke. Soon the dance was over and Kurt bowed again while Rachel once again curtsied. Mercedes clapped softly towards Kurt. She and Wes had been watching the pair dance as they did. "That was lovely honey." She giggled at her small rhyme. "You are a natural."

"Yes I could say so." Wes commented. "I do believe we picked you a great occupation when we made you a musician."

"If I remember correctly it was Kurt who wanted it." Blaine said as he walked back to Rachel. "He picked what interested him and that's why he's a natural." Looking at Kurt he added "Great decision Kurt."

Kurt grinned. "Thanks. All in my best interests I can assure you."

The group chuckled and Blaine stole away Rachel to begin another dance. Kurt once again stood off in the sides as this time it seemed strings and winds were needed but this time all five musicians got up and played, picking up violins and horns as they did so. The pairs bowed again and a new song began. This song was livelier than the other and both pairs were lined up facing each other. They danced side-by-side nearly the whole dance through and there were some partner exchanges and some bows/curtsies in the dance itself and there was one part where Kurt absolutely adored where the pair places their hands together and spin in a circle, bowing at each other in the middle by bending their torsos. The song ended in a flourish where the original partners bow/curtsey to each other and then to the others, obviously when the song was all done and through. Kurt got up and excitedly stole away Rachel and motioned for the song to start up again. The dance started up again, after the bow/curtsey of course, and Kurt breezed through that one, enjoying himself all the way, all nervousness gone. The group clapped, even Kurt, when the song finished once more.

"That was so much fun! Perhaps we can do another?"

"Fine." Blaine answered. "But I'm dancing this one with you."

"What?" Kurt asked as Blaine received some odd looks from the others.

"I am dancing this one with you." Blaine enunciated softly. Without waiting for a response Blaine bowed and as if it was instinct now Kurt bowed back. The orchestra prepared themselves, using lutes, guitars and the piano for this song. The music started, a soft and slow number, as Blaine softly pulled Kurt to him, making him the woman. "Just watch me first and then we'll switch." Kurt could only nod and cursed his pale skin as he was sure his blush was very much visible.

No one danced with them; it was just the two of them as they swayed softly to the music. It was much like the first song but with no real lively moments where the song's tempo increased. Kurt felt nervous again as he assessed this situation in his mind. He was currently dancing with Mr. Blaine Anderson, the man who bought him, and made him the center of a bet with a Mr. David Karofsky. A man who treats him with such kindness and understanding and now Kurt has one hand in his and one hand on his waist with one of Blaine's hand on his own waist. Hazel-brown eyes bore into his glasz colored ones and in his chest his heart was pounding. Blaine was smiling at him, the smallest of all smiles and yet it radiated with light and was there even love? Under his gaze and smile, with his touch and this closeness Kurt turned a bright red, his lips curled up in the faintest of smiles. Kurt could not breathe, he could not swallow and more importantly and most dangerous of it all, he could not help but fall in love with Blaine Anderson, a human. Meanwhile Blaine was having the same dilemma. With this shifter so close all Blaine would have to do was ever so slightly tilt his head up at the frustratingly taller Mystic and press his lips to his. But he restrained himself and instead watched the Mystic as he became increasingly shy and red. Blaine could not help but smile at him. He was just so wholesome, so true. Never once has Blaine, in his whole lifetime, ran across a creature not like this, man, animal nor Mystic. He was just so captivated with this man before him and in ever movement, sound and way that Blaine could feel himself nearly burst with his appreciation to the shifter. Especially with the image of his Pegasus form weeks back. It was so magnificent and beautiful and breathe taking that it almost killed Blaine to restrain such magic. All too soon the song ended and the two slowly broke apart to bow once more. Suddenly the air was awkward and Kurt turned away.

"I believe that is enough for today." Kurt spoke as he turned and walked out of the hall, ashamed of himself for ever falling in love with a human and endangering both of their lives.

"Oh God…" Mercedes gasped softly. "Did that…?"

Wesley took over then and glared at the orchestra. "You are not to say a word about what you just saw is that clear?" A few nods were received and that just did not work well enough for Wes. "If it is money you need to keep your silence then Miss Berry here can supply it. You're services are no longer needed for today. Rachel?"

"Come this way gentlemen and I shall pay you your wages." Rachel spoke as she led the men out the hall and towards the sitting room.

"I'm going to Kurt." Mercedes said. "He'll need someone right now." She turned and quickly left the hall and went after Kurt.

"Blaine…" Wes drawled out.

Blaine nodded and stared at a spot in the wall. "I know."

"This complicates things far more than necessary."

"I know." Blaine said as he turned his head to look at his best friend. "But I love him Wesley. I can't hide that any longer."

This was an overly adorable chapter in my opinion. Some Evanofsky and plenty of Klaine got to love it. Musical inspiration for dances in order: The Last Waltz by Chopin, Vienna Waltz by Johann Strauss, and Waltz of the Flowers by Tchaikovsky (guitar/lute version). By the way the language I used for the Mystics is Catalan which is similar to Spanish but isn't. PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! I LOVE REVIEWS!