A/N: Kurt and Blaine meet again in this chapter :) Enjoy!

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Chapter 3 – Little Birdy

Everything happened a little bit too fast. They were all happily hugging each other and repeating the word freedom over and over again as if saying it loudly thousands of times made it even more real, but a few minutes later that happiness turned into confusion and desperation for answers. None of them knew what they were supposed to do now when obviously they didn't have to plough the noblemen's land and serve the estates anymore. But what came next? Even if they were very happy, people felt lost and Edmund's enthusiastic encouragements pushed them towards the estate to demand the answers from the noblemen.

"I know that this is very bad." Blaine heard Rachel who was walking a little behind him; one hand in Finn's and a torch in the other "I can feel it in my veins, you know? This is not going to end well… I don't know what we are doing here."

"It's going to be absolutely fine, my dear." Finn's voice came from behind then. "We'll just go to Sir Hummel and ask him what we have to do now. He's a good man, he'll tell us."

Blaine knew that Finn wasn't completely wrong. Burt Hummel was the most likable noblemen of all in their land. Everyone knew about his kind heart and generous attitude towards his serfs. Even if most of the serfs feared him just like all the other noblemen, the respect they felt for him was much larger and far greater. Burt Hummel earned it by running his estate and the land with justice and humanity. But Blaine could also feel it in his guts, just like Rachel said, that this wasn't right. Simply put, a crowd of serfs walking with their heads held high and torches in hands wasn't the most welcoming sight you can see in the night. Blaine had a really deep urge to turn around and go back, but pushed the thought away.

When they finally reached the Hummel estate, it was obvious that word had already gone out that the crowd was to be expected. Household serfs and guests of the ball were running to the estate trying to grab as much as they could on the way. Blaine saw a real fear in the eyes of women and kids who took a glance at them before hiding behind the strong walls of the estate. He couldn't understand why they would be afraid of serfs. A quick thought came to Blaine's head: maybe he'll get to see Hummel's son today again? Ever since the encounter at the river, he couldn't shake the desire and interest for him to see the beautiful man again. Maybe talk… Or steal a quick glance at least…The serf tried to search for Kurt Hummel's face in the running crowd of noblemen, but he couldn't see him.

They were steps away from the entrance to the estate when the crowd stopped. Blaine wasn't in the front so he couldn't see it clearly, but he noticed some soldiers surrounding the crowd from all sides. Everything went silent for a moment. Blaine tried to see over the heads of taller men when… The sound of a gun being shot at something scratched their ears. People screamed. The crowd scattered all over the path and Blaine didn't know where to run. He tried to run backwards, but a soldier's horse blocked his way, then he ran forward and saw it. A few serfs were lying on the ground dead. He couldn't believe his eyes and the blood started boiling in his veins.

"Put down your weapons! Don't shoot!"

Blaine saw one of the noblemen, Burt Hummel, running around gesturing to the soldiers while on the other side he could see another man, much younger dressed in soldier's uniform, but he obviously seemed like some kind of the leader of the group pointing his gun at absolutely unarmed people and shooting with no mercy. Blaine gasped when yet another man fell to the ground dead.

"Attack! Leave no one alive!"

The soldier kept screaming around. Blaine tried to run the other way, but the man noticed him. At some point he caught the guy's eyes and he regretted it. They were furious. They were full of excitement and anger and rage. The soldier gestured to some of his men and then towards Blaine's. The serf's eyes widened as he realized that soldiers were ordered to catch him. He tried to run away as fast as he could and he almost reached the woods… But suddenly everything went black.

"So, son of a bitch? You're going to talk or not?"

The second time Blaine woke up in a dark shed, he was already aware of where he was and what was being done to him. He was also aware that he was tied up, not very tightly though and if he wasn't so dizzy he could just rip off these ropes and jump out of the window. But the dizzyness wasn't going away while czar's soldiers were splashing cold freezing water on him over and over again.

"My dear rebel…" Sebastian Smythe addressed the serf one more time standing calmly in front of him. "It's written all over your face. A rebel."

"Well, your face reminds me of a horse's ass." Blaine managed to spit out the words from clenched teeth, but then yet another punch came to his stomach and he screamed. Maybe it was because of the adrenaline or maybe the anger for all the people killed back there, but Blaine openly laughed to the soldier's face. "Oh sure! You only know how to beat people who are tied-up and unarmed. Right?! No balls!"

"Back in the capital we would have cut open your belly and watched as the dogs ate your guts while you were still alive." Sebastian answered simply smiling at Blaine's words and nodding together with his soldiers.

"So go back to your capital then!" Blaine screamed at him. "What is your deal here?!"

Another punch came then, this time to his face, and Blaine lost consciousness. When he regained it again, for the third time already, Blaine was pretty sure he was alone. The soldiers had left already, but not before tightening his ropes and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't free himself. He tried again and again, but nothing worked. Finally, when the serf almost lost all hope, he heard something. Blaine turned a little bit around and saw two very familiar men climbing through one of the shed's windows.

Finn and Sam were climbing and struggling, but still managed to get in and moved towards their tied friend carefully. Blaine almost wanted to tell them that it's alright and the soldiers left already, but he didn't want to startle them. When the boys finally made sure that they were alone with Blaine, they hurried forward. Blaine couldn't stop himself from smiling, not remembering the last time he was so glad to see his friends.

"Why do I always have to save your ass, huh?" Sam muttered to him while he and Finn worked on the ropes.

"Because I have a grade-A ass!" Blaine whispered back at him trying to joke a little. "Thank you." When they finally freed him, Blaine hugged them both a little awkwardly and took his shirt putting it on.

"Let's go, Blaine, hurry up…" He heard Sam whining in the dark.

But his deal here wasn't over. Blaine knew this wasn't the smartest idea that ever came to his head, but he wanted to see Kurt Hummel. He wanted to see him and tell him that he wasn't a rebel. He wanted to see Kurt and maybe ask him what happens next. In the end he just egotistically wanted to see him and hear his voice. Blaine understood that he has never been this close to the guy before.

"You go, I'll catch up." He said to his friends and pushed them towards the window. "Hurry up."

"You fool…" Blaine heard Sam and Finn whispering to each other, but they didn't argue and jumped out of the window leaving the young serf alone to look for the right window to Kurt Hummel's rooms.

Kurt didn't want to look out of the window. He didn't want to look out and watch all the innocent people being killed. Nobody really told him what happened, but he knew. He knew about the manifesto of freedom and he heard about the conditions that they are not giving the serf's the land. Thinking to himself, young nobleman couldn't understand why, he couldn't understand what was the problem of leaving the land to the serfs. They lived there already anyways. Yet he also couldn't understand why all these people were trying to take his father's estate and hurt them. Shouldn't they be celebrating now when they got their freedom?

The gunfire was ending and screams fading when Kurt decided to finally go to bed. There was nothing he could do and his father really wouldn't have let him out of the estate when it was this late and this dangerous around. He slowly changed to his sleeping clothes, brushed his hair and was in the middle of making the bed when he heard something. The sound was coming out of the window, so Kurt grabbed some book he had close and moved towards the sound.

He almost gasped when he saw some man dressed in serf clothes climbing into his room through the window. Kurt panicked for a second, but then clenched the book tighter in his hands and waited for the guy to finish climbing… Then he banged the book at the man's head and had him falling on his bed.

"Jesus Christ!" Blaine screamed when a pretty strong hit came to his head and fell on the bed which was close to the window. "Are you out of your mind?"

Kurt recognized the voice right away. A second later he saw the guy's face. It was definitely the serf he met the other day by the river. Blaine. The guy looked like he was hit by a horse this time, but it still was the same Blaine. Kurt bit his lip a little keeping away in a safe distance and still holding the book in his hands as a weapon.

"What are you doing here?" He asked carefully.

Meanwhile Blaine was trying to regain his composure from the unexpected hit on his head. When he finally managed to see clearly, he sat up and looked confusingly at the young man that he so wanted to see.

"Where is here?" Blaine asked innocently studying Kurt's face. He looked a little bit more tired, but just as bright and beautiful as he remembered him.

"In my bed!" Kurt answered right away and his cheeks burned from the sudden reaction. He put the book down and cleared his throat. "I mean, in my room…"

"Well, I'm kind of escaping." Blaine laughed and rubbed his head as he watched Kurt put the book down on the table and stand in front of him. It was pretty obvious that the nobleman didn't trust him yet and Blaine couldn't blame him with all the things happening behind the window.

"They'll catch you anyways." Kurt said simply looking at Blaine just as curiously as the serf was looking at him.

"No, they won't." The serf said standing up and slowly moving closer to Kurt. He didn't know what force dragged him so close to the nobleman, but it just did and Blaine couldn't fight against it. "Their arms are too short." He added then and laughed a little.

"So where are you going to go now?" Kurt asked. "Are you going to climb into some stinking hole and sit there for the rest of your life?"

Blaine watched Kurt and no matter what his words said he wasn't shying away from the serf. It seemed as if this encounter was just as pleasant to the young highborn as it was to the serf. Kurt's body language told him that he was allowed to come closer and Blaine did. Their eyes met and the serf reached out his hand to touch Kurt's bare arm. They both held their breaths in for a few seconds. The touch was so electrifying.

"What, little birdy, you think a golden cage is better than a stinking hole?" Blaine asked brushing his fingers over Kurt's arm and staring him right to the eyes. "Of course if you always get what you want then…"

"At least I know what I want!" Kurt said louder this time as his hand touched Blaine's chest.

"I also know what I want…" Blaine leaned in closer, so close that their faces were almost touching.

"And what?" The words came out of Kurt mouth almost like a whisper.

They couldn't keep the eye contact anymore and Blaine pushed their lips together gently. Kurt's hands wrapped around the serf's neck and they kissed deeply drinking each and every scent, taste and feel that they could get from this kiss as if it was the last one. When they finally leaned back gasping for air, Blaine was the first one to speak.

"What I want… I want to smell the mist when it rises from the lake in the morning." He said and when Kurt only smiled amused with flushed cheeks, Blaine continued. "I want to feel the horse when he's running free through the fields… The grass growing… I want to hear the grass growing… Quietly, quietly… And I want to love… Freely…"

They stayed in each other's embrace for a long, long time. They didn't speak. The screams, the voices, the castes, the duties… Everything went to the background leaving them standing there in the middle of Kurt's room not talking, not kissing, but just feeling each other. And it made them both as content and happy as they didn't think they were allowed to feel. Kurt wanted everything that Blaine mentioned too. Oh god, how much he wanted it.

The only sound that managed to disturb their peaceful scene was a loud banging on the door. Kurt freed himself from Blaine's embrace and pushed him towards the wall where he would be able to hide behind the open door and maybe even sneak out if the time is right. It was crazy how fast a human brain can work when it needs to find a solution out of a hopeless situation.

"Kurt, open the door."

It was Burt Hummel's voice and Blaine recognized it right away. He stole one more quick kiss while Kurt was running towards the door and got a playful punch to his side. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry but his first intention now was to get out and to not be caught again.

"What?"Kurt quickly opened the door trying to look as calm as possible as his farther walked in and looked around the room curiously.

"Is everything alright?" Burt asked looking at Kurt suspiciously. He moved closer and touched his son's flushed cheek. It wasn't very usual for Kurt to get this flushed.

"Everything is fine. I'm getting ready for bed." Kurt said and smiled dearly trying to calm his farther who looked really worried. "Dad, really, I'm absolutely fine." Kurt added then.

"Okay…" Burt let out a deep heavy sight obviously with his mind occupied with too many things at once. "Just stay safe, okay?" He kissed Kurt's cheek and walked towards the door. "Goodnight, Kurt."

"Goodnight, dad."

When Burt Hummel closed the door behind him and Kurt looked around the room, Blaine was already gone.