The whole ride back to the Hummel household was silent. The moment they parked, Blaine didn’t waste any time getting out of the car. He had been worried sick about Kurt this whole time. He didn’t know how Kurt was able to beat up Azimo that badly and it didn’t even really matter to him. What Blaine did know was that actions like this had consequences. He didn’t want his boyfriend in jail.

As Finn and Blaine entered the house, they saw Burt sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands. It made Blaine sad to see Kurt’s dad in such a defeated stance.

“um Mr. Hummel, where’s Kurt?” softly questioned Blaine.
Looking up Burt gestured for the boys to sit down. “He’s in his room. You can see him later, but not now. And how many times to I have to tell you to call me Burt, kid?”
Blaine shifted impatiently, needing to see Kurt. However all thoughts stopped when he heard a faint noise. When he focused on the nature of the noise, he realized that muffled thumps and groans were coming from downstairs….Kurt’s room. Immediately Blaine ran as fast as he could, disregarding Burt calling him to stop. Since he’d had a head start they weren’t able to stop him from reaching the door before them.

The sight beyond the door stopped Blaine from moving a single step farther. Kurt was bound to the bed, his hands and feet tied to the headboard, a gag in his mouth. The noises were that of Kurt trashing like an animal, the bed moving from the force of his body. The animalistic growls and screams was terrifying Blaine. Before he could even think of going to comfort Kurt, he was pulled away from the door by Burt, while Finn slammed it shut.

Trashing in Burt’s hold Blaine screamed “Stop it, what are you guys doing to him!? Stop it!!”
A few minutes in their struggle he felt Burt freeze for a second before a hand pulled his head down and another pulled down the collar of his shirt. Burt let out a wheezing breath, seeming to be uncomfortable with whatever he had seen on the back of Blaine’s neck. Blaine suddenly became a little embarrassed, thinking that perhaps Burt was looking at a hickey that Kurt might’ve left there. He was surprised when Burt made no comment about it and instead said gently “Ok kid, we’ll tell you as much as possible and later Kurt will tell you the rest. Just calm down, let’s all go back to the living room.”
Finn made a sound of protest “Burt! Outsiders aren’t allow—“
Burt cut him off with a quiet “Blaine belongs to Kurt , Finn”
Blaine didn’t know why, but for some reason that stopped Finn short and he instead lead the way to the living room.

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Blaine, Burt and Finn had been sitting in the living room for the past ten minutes and Blaine has yet to receive an explanation. Not for a lack of effort though, every time Burt or Finn would start a sentence off with “Well, so the thing is… “ or “the problem actually is not a problem….ummmm”.. and they seemed confused as to how they should start. Finally getting tired of it all Blaine burst out “My boyfriend is currently lying tied to his bed after he had just beaten up a boy three times his size. I don’t care as to what kind of a freaky explanation you might have. I just want one NOW”

“I should’ve known not to leave explanations to men.” Came a voice from the kitchen doorway. Looking up Blaine saw that it was Carol. She came and sat down next to Burt, gesturing that she’d take over from here.

“Blaine I just want you to listen to a story that I’m going to tell you. I’d like it if you just listened to me without any interruptions and I want you to keep your mind open to possibilities. OK?” After receiving a nod she continued. “ Years ago there was a couple that had been just married for over five years. They had been trying for a child for awhile, but unfortunately the wife had heath problems. In an effort to get rid of their depression, the couple thought that it would be a good idea if they visited Ireland, the husband’s home country and perhaps they could adopt a boy from there. Unfortunately, the couple accidentally becomes aware of a world they’re not supposed to know about, some things happened, interrupted rituals, gate crashing, etc. I’m not going to go into many details, that’s another story entirely. Anyway, so the couple gets to know about a different species and that this entirely different race has been coexisting with humans for millenniums. There is no drastic facial features that distinguishes them, however their culture and abilities are an entire different thing. They are a hundred times faster, lives double the lifetime, stronger and more aggressive than humans. And more than that, they have a kind of magic that humans can only dream of. Again Blaine, I won’t go into the details of the culture, you can always learn about it later. However perhaps you should know how this species functions. Their society is based on power, and in fact they are ruled by their royal family. The king controls the kingdom and every generation when the time is right, the power is passed onto the son. So one day –“ Carol is interrupted when Burt snorts.
“You’re making this sound like a fairytale Carol.” Burt focuses on Blaine. “Look kid, don’t start thinking of Disney movies, instead think about blood, fighting, aggression, a dark empire. Think vampires type things, think of the mafia, Don’t you dare think of Cinderella type shit.”
“oh Burt stop it! The Syrian are not so scary!....yes I’ll admit that they’re very dark in nature, but they can smile too you know!”
Blaine hears Burt mutter “Ya, as they torture someone to death…”
Carol disregards his comments and continues “Anyway Blaine, Burt’s just being racist, let me continue. So during their adventure, the couple met a tiny two year old boy and they instantly fell in love with him. And lucky for them the boy also loved them back wholeheartedly. Though they were also unlucky in a sense, because that little boy was actually the firstborn prince of the kingdom, the one dotted on by practically everyone. Though the king loved his son, he was always often busy running the kingdom and he was also depressed when his wife had died during childbirth. So when the boy refused to let go of the couple, the king decided to give the couple guardianship of his little boy for awhile. For the boys safety, since some people had already tried to kill him… the King decided that the boy would be raised among humans until such a time came when he felt that it was safe for the prince. So the boy went back with the couple to America where they were settled. A couple of years passed and the boy grew. He was told about his culture and learned about his people during his time away from them. One day, the prince’s father decided to visit his son, thinking that he would like to take his son back with him to start his training as the prince. It wasn’t safe for the boy yet, but the King wanted to train the boy in his powers. The King however received a rude shock when he came and discovered that his son had been suppressing his Syrian nature instead of growing into it. The boy had learned enough control that he could act and behave like a human without giving away any hint of his species. That day the King and the Prince had a terrible argument. It led to the Prince denouncing his species, his culture and the prince vowed that he would never go back to their world. And in anger the King declared that the Prince would not be his son anymore until he allowed himself to grow into his nature and stopped denying the latent part of his nature. Now we can’t decide as to who was right or wrong but one thing is certain. It wasn’t healthy for the Prince to hide a part of himself like that. Because you see he wasn’t just hiding it, he had actually rejected that part of himself and pushed it back into the corner of his mind.” Carol took a deep breath, looking as if she was pleased with herself.
“So are you understanding the situation a bit more now Blaine?” she questioned the boy softly, seeing that he was currently portraying to emotions. During the story he had been silent as a stone, just listening to her.

Blaine lowered his eyes and when he finally looked up, Carol was unnerved by the rage in his eyes.
“My boyfriend is in a crucial situation and you’re telling me stories?! What’s wrong with you people?!!!”
“Blaine sto—“ Burt tried to calm him down.
“NO I won’t STOP! You can’t just expect me to sit there listening to this cra—“

“BLAINE!”
Blaine shut up when he saw the look Carol directed towards him. This is the first time ever that he saw her with such a serious expression.
“Blaine I wasn’t wasting your time. I think you just don’t want to admit the truth Blaine… Tell me….. who was that little prince?.............. Who WAS that little prince Blaine?”

Blaine’s eyes closed once again and it hurt when he finally whispered “…..Kurt”

“Oh yes, Kurt, Kurt Hummel…. But no the correct term would be Kurt… Cambrian…Kurt En EL Cambrian, First Born Prince and Heir to the Syrian Empire.“ Carol’s voice darkened as she talked and Blaine finally understood what Burt meant when he said that the Syrian race was as far away from fairytales as possible.

With his eyes still closed he finally let loose the tears that have been waiting all morning to fall. He knew from the depths of his heart that nothing will ever be the same anymore.