Sorry for the long wait. I just didn't have the gusto to write this chapter for the longest time! Then I was thinking about one of the later (much later) chapters and I was like "I want to get to that part… NOW!" So here I am writing trying to reach that chapter.

PS I drew another teaser on that chapter that I really want to get to so check it out at http:/ naragal95. deviantart. com /art/ Glee-Chronicle-o-t-Mystics- 2-265809837 but be forewarned, it gives off a major spoiler and there's a sneak peak of that chapter that will (probably) leave you squirming with anticipation.

*Chapter 16: The Calm Before the Storm*

"What?" Kurt said loudly, Blaine quickly shushing him. "What?" The shifter repeated again in a more hushed tone.

"Please listen to me Kurt," the human begged, "it will only be for a few nights is all…"

"A few nights?" The shifter asked flabbergasted. "A few nights? I don't want them here at all!"

"Kurt please keep your voice down, you know vampires have acute sense of hearing."

"Let that vampire know, I don't care! If fact he knows I don't want him here, in fact I believe his master knows as well."

"Please Kurt, please try to understand. We have plenty of room and as I said, it will only be for a few nights."

Kurt huffed out loudly in anger and shock. Blaine had just invited Doyle and his vampire Antoni to spend the night at the estate until final business arrangements can be made. The shifter, not enjoying at all the tremors that are running down his spine just with the mere thought of the invading beings. Kurt does not even like the idea that his presence is upsetting that of the other Mystics in the barn, especially that of Scarlota who was still pacing around her stall, silent, but in utter distress.

"Please Kurt…" The human started softly once more as he closed the distance between them. "I promise that it is only for a few nights. He will be gone in a matter of two days."

"Two days?" Kurt asked softly looking into Blaine's hazel colored eyes. "Are you sure he will be gone by then?"

"I promise. It will take at least a day to dispute an agreement and sign it and another day to rally up the instruments for Mr. Sarver to take back with him to the east."

"He'll be gone by then?" The shifter asked again.

Blaine smiled faintly and kissed his shifter sweetly on the lips. "He'll be gone by then." Kurt sighed but nodded anyways. "Thank you my darling." Another kiss followed by a pause as Blaine debated in his mind to allow his curiosity to run rampart. "But what I don't understand is why do you have these feeling towards the man? You can't possibly know him."

"I don't." Blaine opened his mouth but Kurt cut him off. "It is just the air around him Blaine. Surely you feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"The… darkness around him." Kurt whispered the word, knowing, just knowing, that the vampire Antoni was listening into their conversation though it is without doubt that even if Kurt whispered the word, as he did, the vampire would mostly likely pick up the word.

Blaine sighed and nodded faintly. "Yes, there is something off about him but Kurt; I can't just turn down what he's offering."

"Sure you can." Kurt said. "All you have to say is that the impending deal is off and that you want to do it yourself or better yet since you are already so busy, entrust it to me. You know I could handle it and I have impeccable people skills."

Blaine chuckled softly and gave his shifter another kiss. "It is without a doubt that you have impeccable people skills Kurt, but no. You'd be too far from me and I always want you here beside me, every day."

The shifter smiled at his lover and blushed at the words. "I always want you beside me too."

"I love you." The human said suddenly and Kurt's smile grew at the words, the worry and anger and nervousness flushed out of his system, if only for a moment.

"I love you too Blaine."

Not one knew how the events of followed happened. For one moment there they stood, in Blaine's room, nearly a spitting image of Kurt's own room, conversing about the house guests when clothes were shrugged off and discarded on the floor. Blaine's bare back hit his sheets on his bed as a naked Kurt loomed above him, kissing Blaine intensely. As they kissed Kurt battled with the human's pants as he started to work the button and slowly, teasingly, remove them. This was definitely not the first nor second nor third time the two beings laid together and maid love to each other and though Kurt was very nervous the first few times, he was not tonight. Wither it was the matter at hand inside the estate or if it was just the fact that Kurt had gotten more comfortable with himself and with this current situation the shifter did not know. He only knew that when he wrestled the fabric off Blaine's legs to make him as bare as he was he knew that no matter what he would always love the human before him and would never once love anyone else as he did Blaine. Kurt sunk down lower after detaching his mouth from Blaine's to wrap his lips around Blaine's aching member. The human groaned and held himself from thrusting into the shifter's mouth. Kurt, not at all a professional in this matter, felt his confidence grow as Blaine below him twisted with pleasure.

"Kurt…" Blaine moaned as Kurt licked the underside of his member. Kurt looked up and glanced at Blaine's face as it twisted in pleasure, his hands clenching the sheets beside him for dear life. Kurt continued to watch as he took in Blaine's full length and sucked softly, carefully dragging his teeth on the tender skin as he did so. "Kurt!" Blaine moaned loudly as he pushed his hips upwards. Kurt closed his eyes and nearly gagged but held it back as he lifted his mouth up from Blaine.

The next thing Kurt knew was that one of Blaine's hands threaded through his hair and half lifted half dragged Kurt back up to him, his mouth quickly connecting to him. Kurt groaned in the back of his throat and he too threaded his hands through Blaine's black curls. Blaine flipped them over and Kurt grunted as his back hit the bed. Soon Blaine pushed a finger inside Kurt to prepare him. Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as another finger was quickly added. The digits stretched and scissored and the pain that was rocking Kurt's body was that of pleasure as yet another finger entered him, and then another. After Blaine was sure that his lover was fully prepared he pulled his fingers out and broke the ongoing kiss. Blaine looked down into Kurt's eyes to make sure he was ready. With a short nod from Kurt Blaine pushed himself in. Kurt clenched in pain and bucked slightly. After a short moment of prolonging adjustment Blaine pulled out slightly and thrusted again. A rhythm formed as both shifter and human bucked their hips together, both breathing heavily and both sweating profusely. Blaine's hand snaked its way between their bodies and grasped at Kurt's member as it soon started to stoke Kurt. No words were exchanged between the two as their lovemaking continued and then after minutes of their thrusts Kurt came followed by Blaine deep inside the shifter. Blaine collapsed beside Kurt and the shifter automatically went to Blaine's side, pasting their two bodies together. The human hugged the shifter to him and kissed the mused brunette head. No works were once again passed, at least not verbally, as the two beings fell asleep in each others' arms.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

An hour or so later Kurt awoke slowly. Somehow between the past hour the two have separated and had taken their own residence on each side of the bed. Kurt sighed quietly and slowly pushed his feet out the sheets and placed them on the floor. The Mystic rubbed his eyes tiredly and noticed how his body slowly remembered the existence of Doyle Sarver in the estate. He shook his head lightly at himself. He could not possibly sleep knowing Doyle was there. He needed some time to himself. Lifting himself up, being careful not to wake his lover, Kurt crossed the room and opened one of the large windows of the room. Breathing in the cool night air Kurt looked back at Blaine's sleeping form. The Mystic battled his moral dilemma and took a step or two back before launching himself out through the window. Kurt immediately shifted to his Pegasus form flew upwards into the cloudy night, it was so cloudy in fact that one could not see the moon's light. So Kurt flew, higher and higher until he broke through the clouds and floated into a flood of white moonlight. He flew silently and moderately above the clouds, occasionally dipping one brown hoof down into the clouds. Feeling free Kurt flew up higher and executed a loop-d-loop before slipping into the clouds and breaking back up again. Kurt played within the clouds, making intricate patterns in the sky and just enjoying himself as most Mystics are not allowed to. He flew back up again and executed another loop-d-loop and slipped into a thin cloud and ended up popping out just above Brookenshon Castle's lone bell tower. Kurt neighed in surprise for he did not think he flew that far from the estate.

The bell tower stuck and Kurt restrained a neigh of shock as he backed away from the tower. The golden bell resounded in the tower and echoed into the sleepy city below. It struck twelve times and would not strike again until eight in the morning. Kurt was about to turn back when the moonlight hit the bell and reflected sliver into his eyes. Curiosity taking the better of him the Mystic moved in and softly landed in the tower. Shaking out his mane he walked around the bell until suddenly words written in silver reached his eyes. They were written in Mystic. They read:

For all those in the world,

Take heed and listen to this,

A new chapter is to unfold,

Be forewarned of this abyss,

There will be many a tremor.

From this world a Mystic emerges,

He will be a follower of Light,

He will fight against the surges,

But to know his destiny will be quite a sight,

A whole world lost forever.

And though you may ask why not,

Why can he not know?

It is because it is his weak spot,

And Darkness knows no woe,

The lighted path will be lost.

The follower of Light shall lead this flight through yet another Great War.

Kurt shivered as he read the poem. Kurt shook his head violently. No, not a poem but a prophesy. A prophesy that speaks of a new world caused by darkness and a savior and of a Second Great War. Kurt nickered softly in distress. A latch loudly sounded and Kurt looked towards the door that led to the tower. Panicking the shifter jumped from the tower and flew into the clouds above the tower.

"Finally the damn bell won't sound." A voice came out and reached the Mystic's ear.

"That bell is extremely loud." A second voice agreed.

"I hate guarding this damn thing. I don't see anything of importance on it. Just some dumb golden bell with some Mystic bullshit on it."

"It is because it's gold that we have to guard it. Someone might steal it."

"Steal it? It's nearly a thousand pounds! Someone would need ten ogres to carry it."

The other sighed. "Just be quiet will you? I have a headache from the bell." The first one scoffed. "Besides," the other continued, "the governor ordered it. We need to follow his orders."

"Which speaking of which, no one has ever seen him. Who do we know he exists?"

"Of course he exists. There isn't a ghost running Ohio."

Kurt flew away then, quickly and straight back home, his thought riddled with the prophesy. His heart thumped and his ear pounded with the sound of his heartbeat. What did it mean? As he read the prophesy he knew, he just knew that it was for him. But how and why? And if he now knows does that mean that the world is doomed? And how is he to lead an army? He knows nothing of it. Just from what he read from the Tales from the Great War but executing them was something different from reading and picturing them. The Mystic neighed in frustration and sloppily tumbled into Blaine's bedroom as a human. He then remembered that Blaine was sleeping but when he looked over to the bed the human was already awake, sitting up and resting against the headboard, the covers on his lap. And it would seem that he was awake for a while. "Blaine…" Kurt sounded softly.

"It is a pleasure to know that you trust me well enough to just take off like that Kurt." Blaine said mutually. Kurt stared silently and guiltily at Blaine. The master of the estate sighed. "Did you enjoy your flight?"

"Yes…" Kurt sounded faintly. "Yes." He repeated again loudly. "I flew above the clouds and into the moonlight. It was quite romantic. Perhaps on another night like this I shall bring you along?"

Blaine chuckled to himself and smiled at the shifter. "Perhaps. Now come back to bed and don't even think about doing that again. I was worried sick that something had happened to you."

Kurt smiled, glad that Blaine was not angry at him, and did as he was told. The two took their positions as they were before, cuddled up together with the covers tucked in around them. Blaine fell asleep quickly, as he usually does, but Kurt stayed awake, pondering over what he had just discovered.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

The next morning there was a congregation in the drawing room of the first floor. It was yet another meeting for the Hudson-Berry marriage. "I think the colors should be purple and white." Mercedes said as she moved the two strips of color together. "They are absolutely beautiful together and you two look good in these colors."

"I do not know." Finn said as he pushed his eyebrows together at the colors. "I was thinking more of red and white."

"Red and white? Oh, no, you cannot be serious!" Mercedes said at the man's color choices. "Maybe for a Valentine's party but not for a wedding!"

"But purple Mercedes?" The bridegroom-to-be practically whined. "I hardly ever wear that color and it looks weird on me."

"I think it looks great on you."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "I agree with Finn, no offence Mercedes, I do know your favorite color is purple, but I think it should be blue too. Perhaps a light blue and a pink."

"Pink?" Wes asked.

"Well the wedding is in the spring. Pink and blue are the perfect spring colors. And Finn doesn't mind wearing pink, do you Finn?"

"No… Not really."

"I suppose that's understandable." Wes agreed. "And perhaps you can interpret purple in there for Mercedes. Maybe for the bridesmaids and the best men?"

"Wesley Montgomery!" Mercedes scolded him. "You do not ask for something like that! It's her wedding! And Finn's too of course."

"But it's in the spring. Purple is another spring color… Isn't it?" He looked to Rachel.

"Yes…" The woman drawled out. "I suppose we could do that. I love colors and having a colorful wedding will just be more me."

"But don't make it too colorful." Finn warned. "Or else no one would be able to focus on anything."

"True…" The others said softly.

Kurt walking into the conversation as he was busying himself by doing a few of the household chores, currently he was dusting. "Perhaps just make it a white wedding."

"In the spring?" Rachel asked appalled. "Maybe for a winter wedding but for spring?"

The shifter shrugged. "I would try it. Of course it wouldn't be completely white, oh God of Light no, but it would be mostly white with the colors just touching in the wedding. It would be…" He paused trying to word his thoughts. "Subtly colorful."

Rachel gasped loudly and stood abruptly. "I love it!" She rushed over to Kurt and hugged him lovingly. "Thank you Kurt! You are a lifesaver!"

"Yes you are Kurt." Finn added. "We have been on the topic of colors for the past half hour now."

The Mystic chuckled as Rachel pried herself off him. "You're welcome guys. Just remember, you four are the committee for the wedding, I do everything else."

"Of course Kurt." Mercedes said grinning at her Mystic friend. "How could we forget when you constantly remind us?"

"Just making sure." Then with a grin Kurt left the room and walked down to the ballroom. When he entered the ballroom Antoni was there, seemingly waiting for Kurt's arrival. "Antoni." He greeted harshly as he started to dust off one of the tables.

"Kurt." Antoni greeted back neutrally. "So, Kurt, about your relation to Mr. Anderson."

Kurt half rolled his eyes. "Well you certainty do not waste time to get to the point."

Antoni ignored the statement. "How long have you been endangering both your lives?"

"Certainty you do not expect me to actually answer—"

"How long exactly?"

"A little over a month."

"And the formation of this relationship?"

"Now that is personal—"

"The formation?"

"It started with a bet."

"A bet?" The vampire grin, flashing his longer canines. "Now doesn't that sound reassuring?"

"It wasn't like—"

"So shifter, do you know of what is to come?"

Kurt tensed and his breathing hitched. "What? Our impending deaths if we were caught? I did not think you would be concerned."

"Not that." Antoni paused and watched as Kurt grew tenser under the situation. "You know exactly what I mean and it has to do a lot with the Tales from the Great War." Kurt refused to speak, his fear overcoming his anger towards the vampire beside him. Quicker than his mind could process it Kurt was soon thrown into the wall and then was held up against the wall, a vampire flush in his face, one clawed hand to his neck. The shifter dropped the duster as his hands went up to clasp around the colder vampire's wrist. "What do you know of what is to come?" The vampire all but growled to the shifter. The shifter gasped and twisted slightly under his grasp. "Tell me! What do you know?"

"I… I don't know anything!" Kurt gasped out speaking the truth as he did not understand at all the prophecy that he read last night. All he knows is that it might, might, be referring to him.

"You do know…" The vampire hissed out as he released Kurt. Kurt crumbled on the floor and gasped for air. "You do know and you are what the master thinks you are." Kurt looked up at the vampire, still gasping for air as his hands felt the faint claw marks in his neck. "Maleïda sigui l'infern!" Antoni cursed in Mystic. "It's too fucking late now..." He continued. The vampire quickly turned and existed the ballroom in a flash.

Kurt breathed heavily, now finding his breath. Reacting purely out of fear Kurt shot up and tracked down his human lover only to find him outside in the back porch sitting at a table with Doyle and Antoni standing behind his master. The vampire glared faintly at Kurt but the shifter ignored him as he went right to Blaine's side, interrupting the conversation he was having with Doyle. "Blaine, come with me, now." Kurt begged softly as he tugged on his arm.

"Kurt, please, we have just started—"

"Now!" Kurt commanded as he nearly tossed Blaine out of his seat and started to drag the human into the house.

Blaine stuttered an apology at Doyle as he was being dragged out and once they got inside the house and he was pushed into the currently empty kitchen Blaine glared at Kurt. "Kurt, what is the meaning of this?"

"They're evil Blaine! Evil!" Kurt said in a panic. "Turn them out! Cancel the deal! Please get them out!"

"Kurt you just stormed in there and—"

"Damn it Blaine fucking listen to me!" Kurt exploded shutting the human up. "They are not who they claim to be! That vampire just attacked me in the ballroom and I've got the marks to show it! His master isn't any better! That Sarver is where I am getting all of this tension all of this darkness from him and God damn it Blaine they're out to kill. I can feel it. There's something coming, something that will ruin everything and it starts with them can't you fucking feel it?" Kurt turned and walked a pace or two before turning around on his heel, retracing his steps and answering Blaine's question for him. "No! No you can't because you are just a human! A human Blaine! That's all you are! You're so completely weak that you can't do anything! You humans as a species are completely weak! And how the fuck is it that you run this world? It's should be ours!" Kurt cursed loudly in Mystic and stomped a foot to the floor. "Damn it now I'm starting to sound like the God of Darkness. It's should be both of ours…" Kurt immediately calmed down and started to shake. He turned his back to Blaine. Blaine on the other hand was still completely blown away by Kurt's outburst of anger. "I-I apologize Blaine…" Kurt said after a moment. Kurt breathed out heavily. "I need to leave. I-I want to leave." Kurt turned back around and assumed the role of a human. "Cousin, I am taking the unicorn in the barn and leaving. Do not expect me back anytime soon. I shall see you later." Kurt left then without even waiting for Blaine's reply.

Needless to say that Blaine's guards were quite surprised when a commanding Kurt ordered Scarlota to be released and given to him. Of course he claimed that Blaine had given him permission to do so. Kurt briefly talked to Scarlota before he saddled her, preparing her for the saddle that was to be placed on her back. She being extremely uncomfortable with the saddle but did not complain. Within moments from storming out of the manor Kurt and Scarlota were off and running down the driveway. Scarlota ran furiously and even though this was not her fastest speed since her magic was still being restrained, Kurt felt as if he were flying on Scarlota's back. True he would have just flown away from the Anderson Estate as he did the night before but he felt as if Scarlota too needed to get out, she being the purest of all the Mystics there on the estate. Kurt does not know where he is leading Scarlota but one moment he is in Dalton, the next in Lima, and finally in McKinley, the now afternoon sun beating down upon the both of them. Kurt slowed down Scarlota as they entered McKinley. She was breathing heavily, her sides heaving and her legs aching but she was glad for the run, she had wanted to run like that for the longest time.

'So do what do I owe this pleasant run to?' Scarlota asked tiredly.

Kurt remained silent for a moment. "Blaine and I had a fight about the… Guests at the estate."

The unicorn snorted. 'Those guests surely have been giving me quite the hard time. I could hardly sleep last night, in fact I did not.'

"Neither did I but Scarlota, why do you think they are here?"

'I do not know Kurt. But for whatever the reason, it must be something horrible.'

The shifter thought silently for a few moments. "Yes." He said simply. Soon Kurt spotted what he was looking for and urged Scarlota onto the driveway of the Karofsky Estate.

'Karofsky? Are you quite sure Kurt?'

"He and I are friends Scarlota. Trust me. Besides, it will only be for a moment I can assure you."

'All right my friend…' She said uncertainly.

The two Mystics reached the front of the manor in no time. It was not like Blaine's in its extravagant beauty but it still was a huge home and had seemed to be seeing some repairs as of late. Kurt got off Scarlota and the unicorn watched as the shifter climbed up the front steps and knocked on the big brass front doors of the Karofsky manor. A short moment had passed before the door was opened by a male servant. Kurt nodded his head once at the servant. "Excuse me; is Mr. Karofsky home by any chance?"

"He is. Who may I ask is looking for him?" The servant asked politely at the shifter, unknowing of Kurt's true identity as a shifter.

"Kurt Anderson."

"One moment please." The door closed softly and Kurt waited patiently. The shifter turned back and linked eyes with the unicorn. The two Mystics had a silent communication before the door opened again, dragging Kurt's attention from the unicorn to it, as Karofsky opened the door. He was dressed in peasant like clothing, a complete shock to Kurt seeing as Karofsky did not seem like the type of man to have such clothing in his home.

"Kurt." Karofsky said in half greeting half alarm. "What brings you all the way to McKinley?" Karofsky's eyes looked past Kurt and met with the unicorn's who held her head up higher and her eyes grew strong. "And alone I see." Karofsky finally said as he looked back at Kurt."

"But I'm not alone. Scarlota is here with me." Karofsky blinked and looked back up to Scarlota before looking back down at the shifter. "And to answer your question…" The shifter sighed. "Things back home are… Complicated at the moment. And it is all thanks to that Sarver."

"Sarver?"

"Yes."

Kurt need not say no more. "Come in Kurt. I'll have someone take Scarlota to the horse barn and keep here there safely with the horses."

Kurt shook his head. "She'll be fine there thanks." The shifter stepped into the manor and he closed the door behind him.

"Are you quite sure Kurt? I mean it is cold outside and she will be warmer inside the barn."

"She'll be fine. Besides, she has been wanting for some fresh air. She'll most likely walk around your property eating some grass as she goes. But perhaps some water can be brought out to her the poor girl…"

Karofsky passed the command onto a servant girl as he then led the shifter through his home. The walls were colored cream with white trim and surprised Kurt. He would have thought that the human man would pick darker colors. As for the furniture it was more colorful and gave color to each room, but not too much. The man was a natural designer. Kurt smiled at the thought and this did not go unnoticed by Karofsky. "What are you smiling about?" The man asked in curiosity.

"The house. It was not like expected." Karofsky nodded, understanding where the shifter was coming from. "But this furniture, it's not like anything I've ever seen."

"And probably will never see again." Karofsky said as the two entered a drawing room and the two beings stood across from each other, a table before them already prepared with tea. "I made it all."

The two took a seat and Kurt was once again surprised by Karofsky. "You made it? With your own two hands all by yourself?"

"Yes well I have had the practice." Karofsky said as he poured the tea himself. "I have been carving since I was a boy. Most of the furniture here was made when I was a lad."

"That is remarkable." Kurt said accepting his tea with a short nod.

"Yes it is. It is lately something I have once again taken up…" Karofsky paused, lost in thought as he watched the steam rise slowly from the cup of tea. "Anyways, this Sarver?" Karofsky inquired as he picked up his tea.

"Hm…" Kurt said as he finished taking a sip of tea and placed the cup down on the table. "His name is Doyle Sarver and that man is pure evil." Kurt paused expecting the human to laugh at this statement but the human nodded, silently urging the shifter to continue. Kurt blinked as he thought of how much the human before him was surprising him that night. "He says he does business for a lot of men and women from the west and brings their work to the east but there is something about him I do not like. He has a Fafnir dragon that is pathetic, a dragon, pathetic, Karofsky and four shifters just like me on the brink of death and the only Mystic that is healthy is the vampire named Antoni the bastard."

"Is his name really Antoni DeBastard?" Karofsky asked jokingly. Kurt glared at the human in response but not without a small smile on his pale face. "So he mistreats his Mystics except for one that does not exactly make him evil I mean, I mistreated my Mystics and I'm not evil."

"It's the air—you mistreated Mystics Karofsky? Does that mean you have stopped hurting them?"

"Focus on the task at hand Kurt." Karofsky said quickly. "You said the air…?"

"It's the air around him Karofsky. Ask Scarlota, it was horrible. It was like pure darkness and pain and suffering had all hit me all at once. It was nerve racking. It still is."

"Okay… So I'm taking it that this Sarver is at the Anderson estate?"

"Blaine is doing business with him when I asked him not to. I understand it's not my business to intervene in well, Blaine's business, but I just don't trust the man and Blaine actually asked him to stay with us in the estate."

Karofsky nodded. "I understand Kurt but what can you do? Anderson can surprisingly be stubborn at time and no matter what he will always stick to his business."

Kurt rolled his eyes and picked up his tea. "Thais would have been nice to know a while ago." The shifter drank the tea down and placed the empty cup back down on the tray.

Karofsky sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Not much you can do. You just have to wait this Sarver and DeBastard out until they leave. You're a strong Mystic, I'm sure you can handle it."

The shifter nodded curtly and silence passed over the two beings as Karofsky finished drinking his own tea after offering to refill Kurt's cup which the shifter politely turned down. The Mystic looked at Karofsky then as the human placed his empty cup down. "So, you mistreated your Mystics?"

The human sighed once more and rubbed the bank of his neck. "Yes well someone enlightened me."

"That wouldn't be me by any chance?"

"Of course not." Karofsky bit back. "It is Sam."

The shifter nodded. He had almost forgotten about the half breed that Karofsky had saved. "How else as he enlightened you?"

"I have been fixing the barn, checking the health of the Mystics, better food, the house as well has been undergoing some repairs as you can see. Repainting, I have started on some new tables for the upstairs guest rooms…" The human shook his head quickly. "What am I saying? We are here to talk about you and your problems not of my enlightenment."

"Oh come on Karofsky." The shifter shrugged. "I came here to get away to be with a friend that quite frankly I have not seen in the longest time. Enlighten me about your enlightenment."

Karofsky, slightly stunned by the fact that the shifter had called him a friend and not merely an acquaintance, smiled broadly at him. "Better than enlightening you, how about I introduce you?" The two beings walked out into the fading afternoon, Scarlota off in the not-so-far distance eating some grass and enjoying the farming land that is of McKinley. Karofsky opened the Mystics' barn and led the shifter straight through to Sam's stall, Kurt silently taking in the seemingly improving conditions of Karofsky's Mystics. Karofsky opened the stall door and Sam pushed himself back to the farthest wall of his container, surprised by Kurt's presence. "Sam, this is Kurt, he is a friend…" The human looked around, careful of his own guards. "And he is a shifter." He whispered.

The half breed looked from the human to Kurt and saw, even without all his strength, that yes, Kurt is indeed a shifter. "Interesting…" Sam said as he pushed himself to the front glass. "A free shifter…"

"Not quite Sam." Kurt corrected. "I still belong to my master he just gave me an education and some more freedoms."

"And who is your master?"

"Blaine Anderson."

"Anderson? The name sounds familiar."

Karofsky intervened then. "He was there when I bought you. The short, curly black hair man."

"Ah…" The merman sounded nodded his head slowly.

The shifter kneeled to get to the same eye level as Sam. "You are really brave and strong Sam. I cannot imagine going through what you had to experience."

Sam's eyes clouded softly but nonetheless the merman smiled faintly. "Thank you Kurt. But really I have not been taking it well. To be honest I would like to say that I'm over that day but in all actuality I'm not. I'm still scared by it, I'm still angry by it, and I still feel like a load of shit because of it."

Kurt nodded, agreeing with him. "And I bet it will take a long time still."

Karofsky yanked the shifter up and pulled him back. "Why are you telling him that?" He hissed out in a whisper.

"Because it is true Karofsky. And Sam understands this more than anyone." Glancing at the merman Kurt asked "Isn't that right Sam?"

"Correct."

"See?" Kurt asked looking back to the human. "It will take him an extremely long time. When Mystics get attached to anything or anyone that connection rules their whole life. I will honestly not be surprised if something like this continues to torment Sam for the rest of his life."

"What if I help him?" Karofsky asked almost brokenly, the sight of it almost made Kurt's heart break. Meanwhile Sam was growing increasingly interested in their conversation and the reactions that Karofsky was producing.

"Even with that it will be a long and enduring process. I bet that not even if he took out his vengeance in an act of vendetta and killed the ones who destroyed his life and found his siblings, which I am guessing are still missing correct?" Kurt looked at both of them and simultaneously they nodded. "Even with all that the memory will still be there, as will the pain and the anger."

Karofsky sighed and walked up to the container before going down on one knee before Sam. "I'm sorry Sam."

Sam shook his head. "Stop apologizing already. It's driving me nuts. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry,'" the merman mimicked, "God of Light I know you're sorry but it is still not your fault."

Kurt chuckled. "That was pretty good." Karofsky glared up at the shifter. "What?" The shifter chuckled softly. "It was spot on."

Sam laughed which brought Karofsky's attention back to the half breed. "Well I constantly hear it so it should be spot on." The Mystics laughed with each other and Karofsky stood, blushing softly with embarrassment but as the Mystics' laughter continued the human could not help but laugh too.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Meanwhile back in the Anderson estate, Doyle and Antoni stood in one of the guest rooms in the manor. Doyle slammed his hand down on a table. "Damn it. Are you sure it's too late?"

"We already started. The implication was that he could not find out before it started."

"Damn it." Doyle hissed out. "What are the odds we come straight to the home with the Savior in it?"

"I warned you that this home felt out of place." Doyle growled at the vampire and the vampire stepped back, fear completely present in the vampire's eyes.

"Damn that shifter." Doyle sighed heavily. "No matter, the plan will go accordingly. Tomorrow we will begin, and there will be nothing that shifter can do to stop me."

Next chapter equals biggest chapter of them all (not length wise but drama wise)! Either this chapter (13 full pages in Word) or chapter 18 will be the longest chapter length wise unless you know; one of the later chapters is longer. Please review for Klaine &Samofsky happiness! You know you want to!