A/N: This chapter focuses more on Blaine's point of view. Rebellion starts.

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K.

Chapter 6 – Young rebel

It didn't take long for Blaine to come up with a plan how to attract young serfs to the rebellion and how to annoy the soldiers more. The blood was boiling in his veins and the adrenaline and anger pushed him further. Blaine wanted to show everyone that they can't just shoot at innocent people and get away unharmed. They can't just laugh at serfs giving them freedom, but then treat them like animals. The whole anger and rage for the system started rushing out of Blaine like a flood and he wasn't even trying to stop it.

The next day Blaine has been looking for soldiers and found them in one of the villages doing what they used to do every day lately: torturing young serf men and asking the same questions over and over again. Who's helping the rebels? Who's instigating? Who's hiding? Who burned the stabled? Who buried the dead serfs?

"I did everything!" Blaine stormed into the shed right away when he heard them, but the soldiers grabbed him before he could reach one of the leaders of the pack.

"We have a real madman here…" The soldiers who grabbed Blaine seemed so very confused.

"I did everything!" Blaine shouted one more time looking straight at the soldier's face. "I initiated the rebels and burned down the stables… I did everything…"

Even if the leader soldier seemed absolutely uninterested before this confession from Blaine attracted his attention and he turned around leaving the tied serfs that he was torturing and walked over to Blaine. He looked the serf up and down taking in his posture and face.

"Name and surname." The soldier said and crossed his hands.

"Anderson, your worship." The guy spit out. "Blaine Anderson."

"Hang him." The soldier said simply and was about to walk away and come back to torturing the others, but Blaine stopped him.

"Have mercy, your worship, I know where they are hiding!" Blaine shouted and it was almost painful when he saw other serfs' eyes looking at him with anger and disgust. Now they were probably thinking that he's a traitor, but it had to be done for Blaine's plan to work. He just hoped that soldiers will be interested in what he pretended to know. And they really were.

"What?" The soldier leader asked.

"I know where the rebels are…" Blaine almost whispered. "They're hiding in the swamps…"

"Well, alright." The soldier said after studying Blaine for a few more minutes. "But if you blink an eye or even fart at the wrong time… You can't imagine how much pain a person can feel."

Blaine smiled. He was sure he knew. Not physically, but emotionally for sure. So then the soldiers took all the men that they were torturing in the shed and Blaine and told him to lead the way to the swamps. The serf didn't hurry. He wanted the soldier's horses to get tired and to lure them deep into the swamps so they won't have any other way out and the serfs knowing the swamps very well could just run away. Blaine hoped that seeing it will make the other serfs want to join him in the rebellion.

They walked for quite a while and Blaine heard behind him the serfs talking amongst themselves. They were shaming him, calling him names and trying to tell him to stop. He didn't blame them, because they couldn't know what he had planned. At first the guy ignored them, but it became harder and harder as one serf he didn't know walked over to him and tried to appeal to his feelings.

"They are fighting for our freedom… And who are you?" The man whispered. "The rebels are shedding blood for you."

"There are no rebels and there is no rebellion… Listen to me, okay?" Blaine whispered back.

"Oh fuck you…"

Blaine knew he won't believe him, but he had to try. They were going deep into the swamps now and he heard that soldiers behind them were getting impatient. He looked around and saw the most dangerous path over fallen trees and bushes. Stopping he caught his breath and pointed at it.

"Here's the path they rode down." Blaine said looking at the soldiers.

"Here? I don't see any path…" The soldier leader looked around as well.

"I know the swamps." Blaine shrugged as if it didn't really matter anymore. He wanted to make this as believable as possible. "I can lead you." Added then.

"Untie him." The soldier said after hesitating a bit and soon Blaine was free from the ropes that the soldiers have put on him before.

They walked a little more and Blaine was sure that the soldiers lost their alertness. He decided that it was time. He turned around and punched the soldier that was leading him in the face. The soldiers noticed it and the shit went down. They tried to catch Blaine but he was quicker and knew how to move in the swamps better. When the other serfs saw what he's doing they did the same and knowing the swamps really helped them as well. Soldiers tried to run, shout. They fell and stumbled down and the swamp was sucking them in while the serfs managed to get through it and to the other side pretty quick as well as hit the soldiers more than once. The soldier leader tried to shoot and run after them, but it was impossible. His horse's legs got stuck in the swamp and he almost couldn't move.

Blaine laughed as he fell down when they reached a stable ground. He did it! He couldn't believe himself that he just tricked the czar's soldiers and ran away from them. They were all wet and dirty, but it seemed that Blaine was the only one in such good mood. When he looked up at the four men that ran away with him, they were eyeing him with anger.

"Get ready to visit Abraham, you bastard…" One of them roared and the men ran over to Blaine and grabbed him.

He tried to hit them and free himself, but it was impossible. They grabbed him and started beating Blaine as hard as they could. If there was only one man, Blaine probably would have fighted, but now it was impossible for him to fight one against four. For a minute Blaine lost his consciousness when he got hit in the head. It felt like the men were trying to choke him and kill him. He tried to catch the air, but it was too hard. For a minute, Blaine thought he died and his plan to lead the rebels was doomed…

"Blaine!" He heard someone screaming and running at them. Blaine recognized the voice right away. It was Sam. The beating stopped and the serfs backed away when Sam punched one in the face. It was probably, because he took them by surprise and they didn't expect anyone to appear out of nowhere and defend Blaine. Sam sighted to himself when the men didn't fight him. And again why did he always have to save Blaine's ass?

The serf started coughing as if his lungs searched for air. Blaine breathed deeply and heard Sam's voice asking if he was okay, but he didn't have the power to answer just yet. His head felt dizzy and the guy sat down trying to breath. It surprised the serf how alive he felt, how good it felt to breath in a clear air of the forest. He could hear the birds singing so clear and the colors so bright… Freedom… That's what he felt.

"Sam…" Blaine whispered barely out loud.

"Yes?" His friend looked at him with worried eyes.

"I can breathe…" Blaine whispered again smiling like an idiot. "Freely… I can breathe freely… Breathe… I can breathe!" He screamed the last words as loud as he could. He couldn't see other serfs anymore; he could just feel the freedom. "That's it! That's the freedom!" Blaine jumped started running around as if he lost his mind. "When you can breathe and not be afraid that you'll choke! That's my freedom!"

Sam sat down and brushed his hair. He shook his head laughing silently to himself. Blaine was crazy. Or at least he acted so and Sam had no idea what plan he came up with tricking the soldiers like that, but he liked this Blaine. The Blaine who was doing something for others and being free. The Blaine who wasn't afraid to fight for the right things. Sam stole a glance at the other serfs. Their mouths were hanging open as they watched Blaine running around, breathing in the smell of the forest and shouting things about freedom. Sam chuckled. They will get used to it.

"Don't tell me that this is him…" One of the serfs whispered to Sam. "The rebel leader?"

"That's Blaine." Sam said simply. If Blaine wanted to start the rebellion, he knew as a friend he will stand with him.

"So he's the one who set this hell on fire?" The man asked with his eyes wide watching Blaine from afar.

"Yes, it was him." Sam nodded and laughed lightly. "Unfortunately for us…"

Blaine and his men only had time to get to know each other and start building the camp in the swamps for the rebels when the rumor about them reached the villages and crowds of young man started preparing to join the rebellion. All of them had that fire in their eyes that women and children were admiring. The first guests that they had in the newly built camp came the next day and Blaine tensed right away. He knew and wanted people to join him, but he wasn't the one to trust anyone right away. Even if they built the camp, nobody said the word 'rebellion' out loud yet. It was like a silent agreement of them. So when a big group of men climbed over at their place, the serfs didn't welcome them with open arms, but eyed suspiciously.

"Well, men, will you take us?" Started the elderly serf who walked at the front of the group. "We want to join the rebellion."

"There is no rebellion here." Blaine said simply chopping the firewood and shrugged.

"Wait wait, but then who burned down Hummel's estate, huh?" The serf asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Nobody burned anything, got it?" Blaine dropped the axe and walked over to the serfs while his new friends watched him not saying anything.

"So why are the soldiers running around like they got their tales cut off?" The man asked again studying Blaine from afar. "They're not giving regular folks any peace…"

"We're the ones who shouldn't be giving them any peace!" A younger man who was standing right beside the older one added and fire flickered in his eyes. "Shake them up so they pay some notice!"

"So what are you going to shake them up with? Huh?" Blaine only laughed at the guy's words. "Well, brother, with what? Going shove your finger down their throat?" The other rebels laughed around a little. "If I were you, I'd rather go back to work the land." He added then.

"But we're sick of bowing to the masters." Some man from the group said. "What kind of freedom is this if they take everything to themselves?"

"There is no freedom." Blaine said his voice sad and serious. "No freedom, got it? Unless you feel and live like it." The men seemed confused, but they listened to Blaine and the feeling of trust and respect was only growing. Most of them expected a rebel leader to be big and strong and frightening, but the strength and control that was coming from the inside of Blaine and from his words was much more powerful. "I don't need anyone to shed blood for me, but…"

"For you?" The elder of the group walked close to Blaine and looked right in the eyes. "You're not worth a cent."

"So why did you drag yourselves over here?" Blaine asked.

"We're going to fight for freedom." The man reached out a hand to Blaine. He hesitated to take it at first.

"For our land." The younger guy said.

"For justice." Some other serf added finally.

Then Sam walked over at Blaine and looked him right in the eyes. It was as if an inner talk was happening between these two friends.

"For our country, Blaine." Sam finally said.

"Welcome." Blaine smiled taking the man's hand and shook it.

Kurt hoped that Blaine got his letter. He was sure that he saw in the serf boy's eyes that he knows where to find the rebels. But even if he didn't, Kurt had to at least try. So at the time that he wrote in his letter when Blaine was supposed to meet him, he took his horse and rode down by the river where they first met. He really hoped that Blaine will come. At least he had to give it a try, because not knowing if he is alive was killing Kurt inside. At the right time, he heard another horse somewhere in the background of the woods. Right away a smile came up on Kurt's face. He was coming.

Meanwhile Blaine got his letter from the boy just a few hours after they finished building the camp. He couldn't believe that Kurt was asking to meet him and he couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the day. Blaine took care of everything in the camp and left Sam in charge saying that he's going to take a ride to look around. When he reached the river bank, he saw Kurt leaning by the tree.

"So you went and escaped from your golden cage after all?" Blaine asked walking over to the nobleman and smiling.

"I hate it." Kurt said simply and hugged Blaine when the guy walked over. He felt so light now when he saw that the serf was alive and healthy. "I probably look really stupid, don't I?"

"Not at all. You look beautiful." Blaine said and they both blushed. For them every word and every touch was like the first time again. None of them ever experienced anything like this before.

"I don't want to go back there." Kurt confessed and sighted.

"Neither can I." Blaine shrugged a little.

"But you're free…" Kurt said then silently and touched Blaine's face.

"I'm a serf, Kurt." The guy only shook his head.

"You're a rebel. And you can do whatever you want."

Then Blaine didn't resist anymore. He leaned in and kissed Kurt passionately as they lips danced together slowly.

"Well…" Kurt leaned back after a minute separating them and biting his lip modestly. "That's not exactly what I had in mind…"

"But I'm a rebel!" Blaine chuckled and they both laughed musically.

A bit of silence stood between them then as they gazed at each other's eyes. Kurt was so happy that Blaine was alive and Blaine just couldn't keep himself from getting lost in the blue of Kurt's eyes.

"And I'm… A little birdy from a golden cage." Kurt said finally. "I always get what I want, right?"

They lost time they spent together by the river that day. They talked about everything they never got to talk about. Blaine told Kurt what life was like being a serf, about his normal day, about his friends and dreams. Kurt told him about his life growing up in the estate, about how lonely he felt, about his dad and household serfs who worked for them. They didn't only talk. They kissed and touched and lied by the river looking at the stream and talking nonsense about the creatures living in the water. It seemed like they ignored the talk about the rebellion and soldiers on purpose. It was just so good to be there with each other leaving all troubles behind them.

Until the troubles came chasing them. It was pretty late in evening when they heard the dogs barking somewhere pretty close.

"They're looking for me, I have to go." Kurt said standing up and hurrying to unleash his horse. Blaine jumped to his feet right away too. "The czar sent the army to catch you. Sebastian rode out to meet them." Kurt added quickly then and leaned in to kiss Blaine before climbing on his horse and looked at the rebel for the last time. "You're in for a trouble…"

"We'll be fine, Kurt!" Blaine shouted after him. "Our land protects us!"