Title: Our scars, they'll dance with each other

Warnings: explicit sexual content (see end notes for details)

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tomdarryecs: haha sorry it took so long! We are evil and like torturing everyone lol. Buckle up though because now that they are together they Um… get together a whole lot :)

Thank you! We love the Mercedes/Kurt friendship and just her as a character. We hope you enjoy this next chapter! Only a few more to go!

MarciaChapter2: thank you! Glad you liked it! There will definitely be angst don't you worry lol.

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Blaine felt like he could have stepped from the high walls of the castle and floated away.

When he woke in the library, he was confused as to why he was naked and on the couch. Then he recalled what had happened between himself and Kurt and nearly squealed out loud. Then he regained control of himself when he realized Kurt was nowhere to be found. That wasn't a good sign. But then he noticed Kurt had draped a blanket over him and folded his clothes for him, so hope filled him once again. As he pulled on his clothes and noted it was sometime in the afternoon, he decided he needed to be very careful here. Kurt could be just as thrilled as he was or he could be shutting himself off and retreating. He hoped for the former, but expected the latter.

He wasn't sure about how to go about it, but Blaine knew he didn't want it to end. He had lovers before, but what he felt with Kurt was unlike anything he experienced. It was erotic and amazing, but also he realized he wanted more. He wanted to get to know Kurt and see him smile more.

Once he was dressed, Blaine left the library and the blush-inducing memories it held. After checking Kurt's empty room, he went a little further to one that had always been closed off to him before. This time, the door was open, allowing Blaine to see walls of shelves filled with all sorts of bottles and jars. More books, but these a different kind, older and more rare he assumed. It smelled strongly of herbs and plants within and Blaine's feet were taking him in before he could decide whether or not it was a good idea. He was amazed by all the shiny lacquer cabinets filled with all manner of containers and bowls and instruments for crushing that he was almost taken aback when he found Kurt.

He was standing at a table, some sort of old book in front of him. It gave him an uneasy feeling looking at it, but he was also quite nervous so that could be to blame. Kurt wasn't reading. Blaine's heart stuttered when he saw him leaning on the thick book and staring out the window. He toyed with his rings, slowly twisting them around his fingers with his thumb. The weak light from the window cast him in a softness he wasn't accustomed to associating with Kurt. He was his normal self, or what Blaine had come to know as his normal self. But when Blaine looked harder, he could see through the glamours like he was peering through a foggy pane of glass. He could see through the varnish Kurt painted over himself. And it was no wonder he did so. He looked like he hadn't eaten enough for too long nor had he slept enough if the darkness under his eyes was any indication. It hurt Blaine's heart to know he was suffering. He determined to do anything within his power to help him and strengthen him.

Blaine wasn't quite sure how long he had been standing there, but he moved a little closer and Kurt's breath hitched as he faced Blaine. For the first time since they had met, Kurt opened his mouth and nothing came out. No threats, no snark, nothing. Blaine decided not to be blunt, but maybe get Kurt talking a bit first.

"What's this room?"

Kurt eyed him suspiciously as Blaine ran a finger over the spines of his books. "This is my laboratory. I process my plants here. I also practice different spells."

"What do you make?" Blaine was genuinely interested, but he figured getting Kurt talking about ordinary things would be a good way to start the conversation he really wanted to have.

"It depends on the plant. Poisons. Medicine. Ingredients. Why?" He tried to affect a casual stance, but Blaine noticed how his fingers tightened on the edge of his table.

Blaine shrugged as he tapped a bottle of some sort of powder. "Just curious. I've never been in this room before. Is this where you've been spending all of your time?"

"Perhaps." Kurt's eyes followed him, but his expression remained neutral.

Blaine had to throw him off. "What have you been working on?" He kept his tone light.

"Was there something you needed?" Kurt hedged as he smoothed a hand over his book absently. "I'd like to get back to work." He shut the large volume with a thud when Blaine tried to peer inside. Dust bloomed out in a small cloud.

"Actually, yes. I need you to have dinner with me tonight." Blaine grinned widely at Kurt's surprised head tilt. "No hiding in here, and no entertainment while you eat. I'll sing for you after if you wish, but you and I are sitting together and sharing a meal."

"And if I refuse?" Kurt asked quietly.

"I shall annoy you until you agree."

Kurt watched him, obviously trying to calculate what he was up to. "Why do you want to have dinner?"

"I have some questions for you," Blaine answered simply.

"So it's to be an interrogation then?"

"It's to be dinner, Kurt. Oh, I'm calling you by your first name now. You cannot stop me."

Kurt rubbed at his forehead like he wanted to attack Blaine and was holding back, but the corner of his mouth twitched up. "Have I any say in this?"

Before he could react, Blaine pecked a quick kiss to Kurt's cheek and took off into the hall so he could prepare dinner. He called back over his shoulder, "You do not! Dinner at seven sharp!"

He was a bit limited on what he could cook, but after rummaging around in the kitchen and larder, he was able to put something together. Next, he went out to the courtyard and gathered more of the flowers springing up. Even the dead roses had begun to bloom again. Then, he went and bathed before dressing in his nicest clothing. His shirt had a few holes in it and the trousers were nearly worn on the knees, but it would have to do. He was worried Kurt might actually not come down for dinner, but it was only a few minutes past when the door opened. Kurt swept in as he usually did, like he was unaffected and bored. Blaine knew it was only a façade, especially with how tightly his hands were clasped together. It was the only sign that he wasn't as calm as he seemed.

Blaine hopped up and went to pull Kurt's chair out for him, but he scowled and shooed him away.

"I'm perfectly capable of seating myself," he grumbled.

Blaine ignored him and cheerfully pulled it out instead. "I'm aware. Now, come sit."

He did begrudgingly, but Blaine thought he might be secretly pleased. He sat right next to Kurt after serving him some of the simple but delicious food he had prepared. Kurt ate silently. Blaine thought he looked tired again and decided to dive into his questions as Kurt sipped his wine.

"Are you sick?"

Kurt set down his chalice and drew his finger across the design etched into the front. "Excuse me?"

Blaine set his own cup down. "I think we are past lying to one another. Why the glamours?"

"Jealous of my magic?"

"Kurt… Please don't." Blaine set his food aside and attempted to convey how serious he was. "I'm worried about you."

"You don't have to be!" Kurt snapped. "I can take care of myself!" He gripped the stem of his cup so hard his knuckles turned white.

"I know! Of course you can!" Blaine remained seated even thought he really wanted to go to Kurt and reassure him. He got the impression it wouldn't be welcome though, so he stayed seated. "I am only concerned—"

"Don't be." Kurt stabbed his food and chewed aggressively.

Blaine decided he better drop this line of questioning, mentally noting to make sure he ate and slept more. "How do you feel?"

Kurt exhaled loudly and set down his fork. "I said I was fine—"

"I meant after this morning," Blaine interjected.

Kurt swallowed his bite too hard and choked. His eyes watered as he coughed. "I— I—"

Blaine pushed a cup of water closer to him. "It was your first time, right?" he asked gently. "I was just wondering if you were alright?"

Kurt looked everywhere but at Blaine, even refusing to drink from the cup as he regained control. Blaine was sure the pink tint to his face and ears had more to do with embarrassment than coughing.

"You can be honest." Blaine scooted a little closer. "And while I want to know you are physically well, I wish to know how you feel in your heart. About me. And us."

Kurt looked to the window as if he were seriously considering leaping from it. "I'm indifferent."

"Well, I'm not. It meant so much to me that you trusted me." He slowly reached across the table, but right before he could touch Kurt's hand, he jerked it away. Blaine's hopes began to plummet. "You regret it, don't you? Doing that… with me." Blaine could only look at his own hands. He didn't think it could soften the blow, but it felt like it could if he didn't meet Kurt's eyes.

"I don't," Kurt said so softly it was almost a whisper. Blaine looked up at him, heart skipping. Kurt was staring down at Blaine's hands too. "Regret it, I mean. I don't regret it." He met Blaine's eyes, his own hardened into resolve. "But it was only for this one time. It can't happen again."

"Why? Let's explore this new feeling together! It's new for me as well. I've never felt like this before."

Kurt shook his head. "No, no, no! You won't change my mind! Not like this!"

"Kurt…" Blaine tried not to whine, but he was afraid he was coming across very childish. "Please…"

Kurt shoved away from the table, intent on storming out of the room. "I don't have to be subjected to this any longer!"

Blaine was faster. "I have but one last question!" He moved in front of Kurt. The murderous look in his eye was a bit unsettling, but Blaine stood his ground.

"Move. Now. Or I shall move you myself."

"Do you want to do it again?" Blaine did move, but closer towards Kurt.

"Of course not," he spat back, but he was staring at Blaine's lips and his cheeks were staining pink.

"You can have me," Blaine said, his voice dipping lower as he leaned forward. Kurt didn't meet him, but he didn't move away. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You can have me however you wish, Kurt." He slowly rested a palm on Kurt's chest and slid his hand down. He remembered how Kurt didn't like him touching his neck. Kurt shivered as his hand slipped lower to his thigh. "You can have me right here, on the table. You can have my mouth or my body. I only desire you." He let his hand graze Kurt's crotch and found he was just as interested as Blaine was.

His wrist was caught so quick that he barely had time to react before he was being shoved on the table on his back. Kurt's mouth was on his and his hands were pinned above his head before Kurt straddled his hips on the table. Blaine kissed him back hungrily, already feeling like it had been days without Kurt instead of merely hours. He was thankful that they were at the other end of the table, away from all the food, but those types of thoughts quickly left his mind as Kurt practically ripped his shirt off and over his head. Blaine tried to help, but realized his hands were pinned down by magic like the first time. He sighed, wishing he could touch Kurt, but recognized he had to endure this until Kurt trusted him fully. He especially didn't mind it so much when Kurt began to mouth all over his bare torso, his chest, collar bone, nipples and stomach. Then he went lower and dipped his tongue under the edge of his trousers. His cock twitched at that and he hoped Kurt might do that wonderful thing with his mouth he had done before.

"You don't seem frightened," Kurt said as he sucked one of Blaine's nipples in his mouth. "I could kill you in a moment and yet you bare yourself to me."

Blaine hissed at the sensation, arching up closer to his mouth. He wrists remained firmly sealed to the table. "I'm not frightened of you. I told you I have feelings for you."

Kurt moved to the other nipple and Blaine grunted at the sharp edge of pain as Kurt bit it before soothing it with a lick. "You should be. I've done terrible things of which I plan to do more."

"I've seen your kind side, you forget." Blaine stared until Kurt met his eyes. "You aren't all terrible as you would have others believe. Fear is a potent deterrent after all. Especially when you are only a child and afraid for your life." He felt Kurt pulling away, but he didn't want that. He wanted to be closer. Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist and held him there. "Don't go away. If you feel the need to do terrible things, do them to me now." He tried to make his tone playful, but there was an edge of need to it that had him wincing on the inside.

Kurt watched him for a few moments before tracing one finger along the top of Blaine's trousers. "Oh, I will. But I can't deny I want this right now. You make me feel… This once. I will give in one last time." He looked back up, his eyes hard. "Never again after today."

Blaine had zero intentions of letting this be the last time, but he nodded in a placating manner as he used his legs to pull Kurt closer so that their groins rut against one another's. Both men groaned at the sensation. "Fuck me, Kurt. I'm yours." He of course meant this differently than Kurt would probably take it, but he could keep his growing feelings to himself for the time being. Until Kurt was willing to accept them.

With another searing kiss, Kurt began to pull off the rest of Blaine's clothes. He pushed his hips up to help as best as he could, wishing he could help Kurt get his own off. Kurt kissed him again before sitting up and taking off his own clothes. Blaine watched helplessly as his skin was revealed. His thin frame still bothered Blaine, but he would fix that. He would make sure Kurt ate regularly and got sleep. He would take care of him, just like he had been after his injury. He tried not to look at the pink scar marring his side. So Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt's and whimpered when his hands lowered and he pulled down his own trousers. He had been dying to taste Kurt after this morning, but before he could request it, Kurt suddenly had that vial of oil from before. He dipped his fingers inside it before coating them all the way with it. The scent reached Blaine's nose, something that smelled like flowers and leaves. He breathed it in, knowing the scent would either haunt him or comfort him the rest of his days.

"How shall I fuck you?" Kurt asked, his voice low and rough. He pushed open Blaine's legs and crawled between them. "Shall we go slow, so slow that just as you near completion, I stop and start all over again?" His shining wet finger circled his hole slowly. Blaine writhed at it, the slide and feeling not nearly enough but only serving to make him more excited. What Kurt suggested sounded like torture. He would enjoy every second, but Blaine needed more. He needed something he would feel later.

"Be rough with me," Blaine begged, grunting in pleasure as Kurt's finger slipped in. "Don't hold back."

A dark look crossed Kurt's face and he moved closer and grabbed Blaine's chin roughly, still fingering him with his other hand. "Is that right?"

"Yes," Blaine breathed. "Please Kurt."

"As you wish," Kurt replied before plunging his tongue into Blaine's mouth.

Blaine sucked it in and kissed him back as he was opened quickly with two fingers. He fucked himself as well as he could on Kurt's fingers, using his legs as a leverage. It wasn't long before Kurt nudged Blaine's legs apart again and pushed inside. He lifted one of Blaine's legs up and hooked his ankle over his shoulder while he angled Blaine's ass on his own thighs. It was perfect and Blaine threw his head back against the table as Kurt began to thrust.

"Yes, Kurt. So good. Fuck me just like that." He wrapped his other leg around Kurt's waist and pushed him in deeper.

"Blaine…"

Blaine thought he could come alone from just watching Kurt's face. He kept biting his lip and closing his eyes at the feeling of Blaine all around him. One of his hands was on Blaine's thigh, holding it to his chest while the other grasped his side. He started a punishing pace, pushing Blaine up and down on the table. The plates and utensils on the other side rattled as Kurt rocked into him over and over. Since his arms were basically being held down, Blaine held on as best he could and let Kurt take control. He started to close his eyes and just feel when Kurt pulled out and he was suddenly flipped over onto his stomach.

"What—"

"Want to fuck you from behind. Bend over the table," Kurt growled as he slapped Blaine's butt cheek.

He eagerly did as Kurt said, his stomach on the table and his feet on the floor. Kurt pulled him closer to the edge so his ass was in the air.

Kurt wasted no time shoving his cock back in and he was fucking him again so that Blaine gasped. The new angle was beautiful and was nailing him in the perfect spot. He started chanting Kurt's name in between sucking air through his teeth.

"That's so, so good. I'm so close, Kurt."

The fingers holding his hips tightened and Kurt somehow went faster and harder. His hands left Blaine's hips and he bent over his back, holding onto his shoulders and pressing his chest into his back.

Kurt began whispering filthy things into his ear. "I have imagined fucking you on this table so many times."

Blaine moaned and clawed at the wood. "Have you?" He managed to get out in between thrusts.

"Most definitely," Kurt ground out as he mercilessly pounded Blaine into the table. He was a little concerned they might break it at the rate they were going. "You feel so good on my cock."

Blaine gasped, his hands balling into fists. "Kurt, oh… I'm going to— Touch me, please."

Kurt obliged, stroking him in time with the thrusts and soon he was spilling onto the table and crying out his pleasure. It only took Kurt a few more thrusts before he was coming as well and they fell in a sweaty, sticky heap together on the table catching their breath.

Blaine grinned over at him as his hands were released. "Shall I get something to clean us up?"

Kurt waved absently, eyes shut. "Be my guest."

"How about a bath?" Blaine asked as he stroked Kurt's hand.

One blue eye opened and glared at him. "I hope you mean alone."

"Come with me. I'll bathe you."

"I told you it was the last time. I mean it."

"Oh I know. I just wanted to show my gratitude."

And Blaine did show him his gratitude. He finally convinced Kurt to come to the bath and then he cleaned him, slowly washing him until he got to his stomach and then he sucked Kurt's dick clean. Afterwards, Kurt told him that was the last time.

Blaine nodded in agreement, but inside was planning more ways to seduce Kurt. He had done it several times already. He could do it again.


I've got walls for my walls but they fall as I fall for you


"This is for you," Blaine said as he interrupted Kurt's work for what felt like the thousandth time the next day.

Kurt wheeled around, ready to burn him to a crisp and saw Blaine had woven together a crown using flowers from the courtyard and now he presented them to Kurt with a flourish. It was actually quite beautiful.

"I— I— …Thank you." He looked down at it, simultaneously wanting to rip it apart and keep it forever.

"You're welcome. Now, lunch will be served at noon. You will be down there ready to eat or else!" Thrusting it onto Kurt's head, Blaine winked and practically skipped off downstairs.

Tearing the flowers off, Kurt swiped his hand through the air and the door slammed behind him. He never wanted this, but it happened just the same. Blaine was like an addictive powder he ground in his lab. He just couldn't leave him alone, even though he knew he should. Yesterday had been a fault in his humanity, a weakness. It was one he couldn't afford.

He had plans for Lady Rachel. The leaves were already starting to fade from green to yellow, red, and purple. It would be time soon. He thought of the look on Blaine's face when that happened. Immediately, he buried the thought. He knew exactly how Blaine would react and it made his stomach squirm uncontrollably. Curse that man! He had managed to assuage his guilt with the knowledge that all the people had wronged him would pay. But now Blaine's voice was ringing in his head. He was there, cooking for him and humming and weaving flower crowns. He was writhing beneath him and all over his skin. Kurt was being consumed by Blaine and he didn't know quite what to do about it.

Kurt pressed the flowers to his nose and breathed in the lovely clean scent. He would have to refuse Blaine if he tried to seduce him again. He would be strong. It happened, now it was over. He would be a wall of ice. He had to be.


When I meet your eyes the devil, he wins


Blaine gathered dishes after they finished the lunch he had made. Much to his relief, Kurt had eaten, but he hadn't really said much. Blaine wasn't too bothered by it, but he seemed like he was trying very hard not to look at him directly. Now was as good a time as any.

"Can we change Lady Rachel into a human again? I'd like to check on her."

That definitely got Kurt's attention. He turned to a Blaine in disbelief. "What about our time together has led you to believe I would ever do that?"

"She seems down," Blaine said as if Kurt hadn't spoken. "I would like to speak to her. You can change her back once I've spoken to her."

"No!"

"Yes!"

Kurt seethed. "Absolutely not! She is fine and she will remain a bird until— Until I'm ready! You won't change my mind just because we…" Kurt's cheeks went a little red. "No."

"Then cast whatever spell if needed so that I can speak with her." Blaine crossed his arms and noted smugly how Kurt's eyes went straight to the muscles. He wanted Kurt again already and it looked like the feeling might be mutual. He waited until Kurt's eyes were back on his own. "Must I beg?" He batted his eyes. "Please, Kurt?" He dropped his voice down lower.

Kurt seemed to melt at that but wasn't happy about it. "You get five minutes," he ground out before sweeping away towards the stairs. "Coming?"

Blaine chuckled and followed. Add Kurt to the list of instruments he could play.

Rachel was again in Blaine's room in her little cage. It alarmed him to see she hadn't eaten much if anything and her feathers were droopy. He said her name and she perked up somewhat, but began screeching and flapping her wings at her cage when she saw Kurt. Feathers went everywhere as did her cup of water and seed.

"Easy!" Blaine reached out a hand to call her. "Lady Rachel, it's okay! He's going to change you back into a human, but you have to remain calm. You can't exert yourself! Do you understand?"

She stopped and nodded at him, her little chest pulsing rapidly.

Kurt, looking unhappy about all of this, shut the door to the bedroom. He waved and the cage door unlocked, falling open. Neither Rachel nor Blaine moved for a few moments, but then she tentatively hopped out onto the little door, then into Blaine's hand. He stroked her head.

"That's good. Now, I will set you down on this chair. Kurt's going to change you back—"

"I would like to say I think this is quite foolhardy," Kurt grumbled as he examined his nails from the other side of the room. "You haven't heard her talk in recent years. I expect you to be begging me to change her back."

Blaine closed his eyes and sighed. "He's going to change you back and I just want to check you and make sure you aren't ill. Unfortunately, Kurt is still considering you his prisoner, but never fear because I intend to get you back. Everything will be fine."

She tilted her head to the side and then flitted over to the chair. Blaine was quite relieved that she was following the plan. Kurt was being ridiculous. He turned and nodded to the wizard. "Go ahead."

Kurt rolled his eyes and held a hand out towards her. The wind picked up in the room, nosing at the blankets on the bed and the curtains at the window. Her feathers ruffled and soon a small tornado shot through with green lighting surrounded her until Blaine couldn't even see her. It began to dissipate and soon Rachel sat in the chair before them wearing a pink nightgown under a ruffled dressing gown. Her hair was in a bit of disarray, but her color was good. Blaine was quite pleased until he saw the murder in her eyes.

"I WILL KILL YOU!" she shrieked as she launched herself at Kurt.

He didn't seem concerned even before Blaine caught her and held her back.

"Lady Rachel!" Blaine grunted against the strain of holding her amid her growls and enraged screams. "You must stay calm!"

"HE TURNED ME INTO A FUCKING BIRD!" she howled. "MAKE YOUR PEACE WITH YOUR HOUSE AND YOUR GOD, WIZARD! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED! DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU KNOW WHO MY FATHERS ARE? THEY WILL HAVE YOU HANGED FOR THIS!"

Kurt had his ears covered as he stared ruefully at Blaine. "You see why I made her a bird?" he yelled over her tirade. "She never shuts up!"

"It's deserved, I think," Blaine replied, also yelling. "Lady Rachel, please—"

She immediately fell silent much to Blaine's ears relief. However, once he saw her face his heart sank. She still ranted, but it was as if someone took her voice away. She made no sounds and once she realized this, she grasped her throat in horror and crumpled to the ground. She sobbed and wailed, all in silence.

Blaine wheeled on Kurt who was wiggling his pinky in his ear. "Ah, much better." He caught Blaine's disapproving frown and huffed. "I'll give it back once you have checked her over. Wipe that dour look from your face."

Blaine supposed he would have to take it and he helped a tearful Rachel back into the chair. "There now. I just want to check you over, okay? I want to make sure you are feeling— Oh." He turned to Kurt after Rachel pointed at the wizard and mouthed, "out!" "She wants you to leave," he said a little apologetically.

Kurt barked out a harsh laugh. "You think I'm a moron? I am not leaving you alone with her as a human where you can escape with her. I stay right here." He planted himself against the wall, but did turn his back.

It stung a little that Kurt didn't fully trust him, but Blaine didn't let it discourage him. He checked her over after she made a rude gesture at Kurt's back and found she was fine, most likely melancholy. He was sure he would be as well if he were kidnapped and turned into a bird for weeks.

Once he was satisfied she was mostly alright, he took her hands in his. "I'm going to get you home," he said while looking into her eyes.

She nodded, but smiled sadly as if she didn't believe him.

Blaine turned to Kurt who looked away quickly as if he had been caught watching them. "Okay. Make it fast."

Once Rachel was a bird again and back in her cage, they left Blaine's room and walked down the hallway together. Kurt mumbled something about his lab, but Blaine called him back.

"What?" He turned back impatiently.

"What are you going to do with her?" Blaine asked quietly. He knew it wasn't good, but while he had been checking Lady Rachel over, she had grabbed his hand and with a tear stained face mouthed, "He's going to kill me." Blaine had known this whole time that it was a possibility, but he didn't know how to see Kurt as a monster after he had seen his heart.

Kurt stood a few steps away. Blaine didn't move closer.

"Blaine… This has nothing to do with you." He tucked his hands into his sleeves and stared at the ground.

"But it does," Blaine insisted. "You can't deny I'm a part of this now!"

"But you aren't." Kurt finally met his eyes and they were hard. He had closed himself off again. "You inserted yourself into a situation you don't belong in. I was doing fine before you and I will do fine when you finally give up and leave. Empty handed."

It was like a punch to the gut. "I'm not leaving and I won't be empty handed."

"Which is it? You aren't leaving or you won't leave without Lady Rachel? You contradict yourself."

"You know what I'm saying. I know you really care."

Kurt shook his head. "I warned you when you began this foolish endeavor that it was useless. I will never change, no matter how many times we fuck."

Blaine's eyes stung, but he refused to cry in front of Kurt. "That's not why…" He glared up at Kurt who watched him cooly. "It means more to me than that and I know it means more to you too. Deny it all you want." He started to turn around and storm away, intending to cry in private, but he stopped and faced Kurt again. "You act like no one cares about you, but it's not true. If you let people see even the tiniest part of your heart, they would love you. I'm sorry the people of Lima treated you so poorly, but the world is larger than that. Most people don't care you can wield magic, only how you treat others. And you don't treat others well. You could, but you don't. You think I care about what you've had to do to survive? You were just a boy. You think Mercedes doesn't care about you? Why else would she have come back to you? However, if you keep up like this, you will be alone." Despite his determination not to cry, Kurt and the surrounding hallway blurred in front of him and he blinked it away. "I don't know what use it is…" Intent on storming away back to his room to sulk, Blaine put his back to Kurt but stopped when he called his name. Brushing his eyes, Blaine faced him. "What?"

"Just… Come." He sighed, resigned and dropped his shoulders. "Walk with me?" Stiffly, he held out his arm for Blaine to hold.

He did so, refusing to blush and allow the butterflies in his belly to blow away his anger. He just allowed it for what it was: a peace offering. Kurt's arm was warm against his as they went downstairs and out to the courtyard. Cats streaked out and away around them as they walked the path until they got to the Hummel graves. They stopped, both silently paying their respects.

"You… You are right, you know." Kurt was staring straight ahead at the graves and the little flowerbed Blaine had cultivated around them. He shook his head. "It's just that hate is all I've known for so long, I expect it. You should leave."

Blaine gasped at the words, his fingers tightening on Kurt's arm. "Leave?"

"Before… it happens." He finally looked at Blaine with something he had never seen on his face before: an apology.

"Before what happens?" He felt he knew the answer, but he needed to hear Kurt admit it. His stomach tightened uncomfortably.

"What I've been working towards. My revenge," he said quietly.

"You are going to attack them, aren't you?" Blaine cast his eyes to the ground.

"Yes," Kurt admitted. "The cats are assassins for hire. I'll give them their freedom and compensation once I've accomplished my mission."

It made sense. Why he was keeping all of them and a pile of weapons. He was taking everything they had thrown at him and giving it back, all at once. It would be a bloodbath. Kurt couldn't get through the fence, but ordinary men could. Blaine thought of how few men were watching the gates. There were children playing around. An army of mercenaries would quickly overwhelm them. And Kurt could stand outside and watch, picking off anyone who ran out. It was a good plan. A nefarious one. Blaine felt sick to his stomach at the thought of all those innocent people being hurt. All the children…

"You can't hurt them! You just can't!"

Kurt's frown deepened. "Blaine, they have to pay. I know you think I should try for peace, but they made every day of my life misery if it was within their power. No one there was kind to me save Mercedes and then her family exiled her just for speaking to me. They mocked me and threw stones at me. They tortured me for no reason other than I existed. They killed my father. They continue to try and kill me. I understand Lady Rachel isn't really responsible, but her father is. Someone must pay for the sins against me and then I can be at peace. I know it's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth."

Blaine faced Kurt and grasped his other arm. "But you can! Just let it all go! Be the better man! They treated you terribly, yes, but that shows their character, not yours!" He searched Kurt's eyes for a flicker of the reasonable man he knew was inside. "I'll go to Lima and speak to them on your behalf!"

Kurt grimaced at the suggestion. "Blaine—"

"They like me! They shall listen to me, I know it!"

Kurt huffed softly. "Not about this."

"You could change their minds if they only got to know you the way I do!" Blaine tried.

Kurt smirked wryly. "I should hope not."

Blaine fought a smile. "You could get them on your side! You changed my mind!"

"Not a terribly difficult feat."

Blaine squeezed Kurt's arms and began searching his pockets. The letter he had sent to Lima in what felt like weeks ago but was only a few days had been replied to and left at the wall of the castle that morning. He had been too busy to read it, but this conversation reminded him as he pulled it out. "Look, I'll prove it to you!"

Kurt's eyes narrowed as he broke the letter's seal. "What is that?"

"I wrote a letter and sent it with a traveler to Town Master Karofsky in the hopes that I could broker a peace! Wipe that sour look from your face. I only said kind things—" As Blaine scanned the words, his hopes fell.

"Blaine? What?" Kurt took the letter from Blaine's limp hands and began to read. "It has come to our attention that Blaine Anderson is no longer a reliable person since he has been seduced by The Dark Wizard, so we acknowledge the letter this is in reply to is null and void. We shall not stop the attacks on the dark castle, nor will we give in to the ludicrous demands you put forth. Should any one of the Anderson name ask about Blaine, they will be told of his unfortunate demise. With heavy hearts, we declare war on The Dark Wizard Kurt Hummel for all the lives he has taken, Blaine Anderson's the last in a string of terror.

To said murderer, your days are numbered. Know that I will not rest until you are in the ground like your parents. I meant what I said that day you destroyed our village. I will take my revenge. Lima Town Master, Dave Karofsky. PS, should Blaine attempt to enter our gates, we will treat him as an enemy and attack." He finished reading and rolled it up.

Blaine felt numb. He felt angry. Hopeless.

"I did tell you this would happen," Kurt said without much heat. "If you take up with me you will be treated as an enemy—"

"I played into his hands," Blaine cut in, voice trembling. "Just like you, he's been biding his time, waiting for an opportunity to strike."

Kurt held the letter out to Blaine, but when he didn't take it he tucked it into his robes. "As I have said before, he's a terrible person."

Blaine shook his head. He felt like he was floating, not pleasant and dreamy, but adrift and lost. "I have tried and tried and tried to get you all to see reason. I've only wanted everyone to fucking listen and not harm innocents, but you are both too goddamn stubborn to try to understand!" He wanted to destroy something. He picked some of the flowers. With a ferocity he didn't know he was capable of, he tore them from the ground, roots and all and threw them. Dirt clumps went everywhere and cats scattered at his sudden outburst. He screamed and continued pulling and ripping and throwing for several more minutes until the ground was riddled with holes and there was a mess all around him. Dirt was smeared along his arms and under his nails. He collapsed in a breathless heap on the ground and buried his face in his hands, not even minding the dirt.

He heard Kurt shuffle beside him. "If that's all I had to do to break you, I should have written that ass weeks ago."

Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt's attempt at humor and looked up to find the man kneeling beside him. "It's my family. He said he would tell them I died. Do you know what that would do to my mother? My brother? Even my step father."

Kurt winced.

"And I don't even know where they are to let them know I'm not dead. I should have sent word before now, but I was foolish. Looks like you were correct."

Kurt considered this quietly and then hesitantly took Blaine's hand. "It's quite possible I might have been a touch harsh." He pulled down the sleeve of his very expensive robe and began to wipe the dirt away from Blaine's hand.

He tore his hand away. "You'll ruin your clothes!"

Kurt snatched the hand back and glowered in a way that dared Blaine to do that again. "I have others. Now listen. I'll send word to your family to let them know you are safe."

"How?" Blaine asked as he watched Kurt meticulously and gently clean his hands.

"Don't worry about that. Now, I know you're upset, but it's wasted on me. I expected this sort of thing. Dave and I are playing a game and he's made his next move. That's all. You just happened to be an unfortunate pawn."

"You both are idiots. Stuff your pretty glare back inside, you know I'm right. You are both so bent on revenge that you are going to kill innocent people. If only everyone could see you the way I do."

Kurt looked up from his work, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "How's that?"

Blushing a bit helplessly, Blaine fidgeted on the ground. "You can be brutal, but it's only because you haven't known kindness for so long. You care for your cats and you have spared me when you didn't have to. I think you only wanted to be loved and cared for. You aren't someone they have to fear."

He scrubbed in silence for a few beats. Blaine noted he kept wiping over the same clean place over and over. The attention was actually starting to calm him down with the rhythmic familiarity of it. Kurt finally spoke. "But I am someone to fear. I've cultivated that sort of image. It's the only way to get them to leave me mostly at peace. I was— am so angry I don't really mind. I relish it even."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't believe that. You call this solitude peace? No one gave you a chance! They were afraid of the boy you were and never even tried to get to know you! It's awful Kurt, and I thought if they could see you haven't harmed me, maybe even cared about me…" Blaine trailed off, worried he had presumed too much. Kurt had never said anything of the sort and he didn't acknowledge it now.

Finished with Blaine's hands, he sat back and studied his face. When he wasn't scowling and calling him names, he was quite beautiful. Kurt reached up to remove a clump of dirt from Blaine's hair and toss it away. "I told you I would ruin you. I just didn't realize how soon merely being in my presence would spoil your image."

Blaine wanted to protest, but he didn't say anything that wasn't true. Blaine did feel ruined, but in the best way. He felt he would never be the same again since knowing Kurt. "I like when you're nice to me."

Another elusive smile slid onto Kurt's face before he cupped the back of Blaine's neck and pulled him in. The kiss was slow and sweet. Blaine was caught off guard and sunk into it, happy to have Kurt be so tender towards him. It was a side he hadn't seen much of so he relished it. Too soon, Kurt broke the kiss and stood. He held out his hand to Blaine.

"Come."

"Where?"

"Just come with me."

Blaine took his hand.

He was led to his own bedroom before he was slowly undressed. Later, he realized Lady Rachel's cage was absent and would find her in the dungeon again, but the in the moment he was too busy helping Kurt undress and getting lost in kiss after kiss. A sweet scent filled the air and when he turned towards the bed, he gasped at what he saw. It was still his bedroom, but flowers and soft clover had grown all over the carpet and bed, vines winding around the posts and along the canopy. It was breathtaking. He turned to Kurt who shrugged.

"What?"

"You did this?"

"I…" He picked at his nails until Blaine tipped up his chin and kissed him.

"It's beautiful. Thank you."

Blaine pulled him towards the bed and on top of him. Soon, Kurt was sinking down onto him and slowly writhing up and down. Blaine tried to grip his sides, but found his hands pinned down as usual.

"Kurt, please. I don't want to hurt you. Let me touch you."

He stopped above him and bent to kiss Blaine's jaw. "I know. In my head I know, but I just can't."

Blaine sighed, but nodded. "I'll wait until you feel safe with me. I'll do this as many times as you need."

Kurt began to move again, a frown on his face. "This is the last time. I just wanted to do something nice for you."

Blaine smiled and stretched his head back at the feeling of Kurt on his cock. His hands fisted his pillow. "You say that every time, but you continue to make love to me."

"I mean it this time," Kurt insisted breathlessly as he clutched into Blaine's sweaty chest. He started to move his hips in time with Kurt's. "This is an exception."

"An exception. Okay, Kurt." Blaine would let him have his delusion, but he couldn't deny his feelings deepened with every moment like this and every one like in the courtyard. He was still discouraged by Karofsky's response and was worried about his family hearing he was dead, but this thing with Kurt was solidifying his place in Blaine's heart. And he would melt his way into Kurt's.


Explicit sex scene details: restraint, anal, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex,

Music used:

Title/breaks:

-LIFE AFTER SALEM: Lil Nas X

-Princess Peach: Ruth B.

-BABYDOLL: Ari Abdul

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