The tribe was playing drums around the main fire in the center of the village and while Kurt cooked supper for himself and Blaine, he found himself absently dancing along to the beat of the drums. They had been in the village for two weeks now and Kurt was doing his best to learn the language as quickly as he could so he could move forward with the healing process. Bear Mother had him drinking a tea that was laced with something that allowed him to sleep without dreaming, but the sleep he was getting wasn't as restful overall. Apparently you needed to have dreams to have a good sleep, and that put Kurt in-between a rock and a hard place.

Blaine had gone hunting with some of his old friends this particular afternoon. He had been hesitant to leave Kurt alone, but Kurt had insisted, pushing him out of the tipi. Now Kurt was making him a stew from the rabbit Blaine had trapped yesterday along with some squash and corn that Bear Mother had given them. While the stew bubbled over the fire, Kurt had kneaded the dough for the bannock that Bear Mother had taught him to make, but now that the bannock was frying up, he had his hands free, and so he found himself bobbing along to the beat of the drums.

He didn't understand all the words being chanted along with the beat of the drums, at least not yet, so Kurt substituted his own as he danced, cleaning up around the tipi as he moved.

"Got to get my body moving... shake the stress away..."

Kurt grabbed some of Blaine's dusty clothes and crawled out of the tipi, continuing to dance and sing along to the beat of the drums as he shook out the clothes.

"I want to take you away... let's escape into the music..."

A chorus of giggles made Kurt stop in mid-spin and he looked wide eyed to the group of young women who apparently had been watching him, tanning hides not too far off but in what would have been a blind spot to Kurt when he came out of the tipi. He flushed bright red and made an awkward, clearly embarrassed smile in their direction.

"Sorry."

One of the girls chuckled and walked towards Kurt, speaking simply for Kurt's benefit, "It's okay. Dance?" She held out her hands and Kurt beamed, setting down Blaine's clothes and taking the hands of the girl and leading her in a dance around the area, being clapped on by the other girls who watched. Kurt found himself surprised at first, that she could dance along with him so easily, but then happy as he realized he had made his first successful exchange with others in the village.

Kurt started singing along to the beat of the drums again, which had changed their tempo, "When it rains, you're shining down on me..."

The girls laughed and kept up their clapping while the young lady Kurt was dancing with tried mimicking his words in a very choppy attempt at English, which she laughed at herself for when she realized it was harder than she thought, and Kurt smiled, for of all people, he understood right now how difficult learning a new language was.

"What's going on here?!" A strong male voice bellowed and the clapping stopped abrubtly and Kurt found his hands emptied as the girl he was dancing with rapidly took several steps backward.

Kurt looked to the source of the voice, finding himself looking at one of the Dog Warriors of the tribe, a select group of men who were considered the best warriors and hunters. The man was steely eyed as he glared at Kurt, who tried to offer him a smile which was not returned.

"Leave the women alone white man." The warrior spat and Kurt swallowed nervously, not sure of what he had done to particularly offend this man, but then Blaine's words came back to him. Some of the tribe wouldn't like him just because of the colour of his skin. Racism was not limited to the white alone. Kurt nodded to the warrior, not wanting to cause trouble, but also because his vocabulary was still limited enough that he didn't think he could engage in a conversation with the man before him.

The warrior snorted and walked off then, the women looking apologetically to Kurt before returning to the business of tanning hides. Kurt sighed and decided to check on dinner then, in the safety and privacy of the tipi where he wasn't likely to get in any trouble.

He flipped the bannock, noting that he had managed to brown one side perfectly. The first time he had tried making the fried bread, he had burned it horribly and received a full Cheyenne tongue lashing from Bear Mother. The bread was greasy, but in an absolutely delicious way, and it went well with everything. He wanted to make sure he was good at making it because he had seen how eagerly Blaine ate up Bear Mother's bannock, and realized it was probably a favourite of his.

Kurt went to their rations and food supplies to get their mugs out, intending to make coffee for them both. When he pulled the cups out, Blaine's flask fell out with it. Kurt picked up the old metal flask and unscrewed the lid, taking a sniff, and frowning as he immediately recognized the scent of whiskey. He knew Blaine was still drinking, but generally kept it out of sight of Kurt since he knew Kurt didn't care for it. Kurt could still smell it on his breath though, and tell when Blaine imbibed too much from the looseness of his words. What Blaine didn't realize though was that Kurt had kept his knowledge about the matter to himself since he could hardly criticize Blaine when he was a mess himself.

Kurt tucked the flask back into the pack it came from and grabbed another pot to make the coffee in. Blaine had filled up a bucket with water earlier today so Kurt didn't have to go out to collect water for the coffee, just get some scoops from the bucket.

Kurt was stirring the stew when the entry flap was pulled open and Blaine crouched in, smiling broadly towards Kurt. "We got two large deer for the village."

Kurt smiled back to him, reaching for a bowl to scoop some stew into which he then passed to Blaine who licked his lips hungrily. Kurt offered him a piece of the bannock which Blaine used as a spoon for the stew, moaning softly with appreciation which was the best compliment Kurt could have asked for.

"You did very good." Blaine spoke in Cheyenne and Kurt smiled, understanding it all.

"Thank you." He replied, sitting down with his own bowl and bannock and eating along with Blaine. He had done well with the meal tonight. His stomach growled thankfully.

They ate quietly, Kurt taking his time while Blaine ate like it was going to be stolen away from him before filling up his bowl with seconds.

"There was a lot of drumming going on this afternoon, and a chanting that went along with it." Kurt noted, setting down his bowl as he finished.

Blaine finished noisily slurping some stew off the end of a piece of bannock and nodded as he chewed, swallowing before he responded, "It will be the height of summer soon. Time for the sun dance. They're probably preparing."

"Oh a dance!" Kurt lit up, "I haven't been to a dance in years now. The Evans family had a big dance once in a barn they had just hoisted and invited all the local families. It was lots of fun."

Blaine snorted and looked to Kurt with a shake of his head, "It's not that kind of dance. It's ceremonial. It goes on for four days and nights, and there will be a gathering of all Cheyenne tribes local to this land.

Kurt's jaw dropped, "Four whole days and nights of dancing? That sounds exhausting!"

Blaine nodded, "Dancers are specially chosen and trained by those who have danced at least four times beforehand. During this time, elders will fast to show their support, while the young feast. You may be invited to use the peacepipe, but I'm not sure you should..."

Kurt arched an eyebrow, "And why is that?"

"Because it can give visions... and I don't want you to have bad visions given... what you've been going through."

Kurt nodded slowly and before he could think to respond, Blaine was speaking again.

"Also... some warriors will pierce themselves as a show of sacrifice to the Wise One Above and the God Below the Ground. It can be a little... gruesome."

Kurt tensed a little, "Please tell me that they're just piercing their ears or..."

"Their chests."

Kurt went white and his lips pursed together. After a moment of allowing his stomach to settle with that information, he address Blaine again, "Please tell me you won't..."

"Do that? No. Never." Blaine set his bowl down, having finished off three helpings of the stew by this point and all of the bannock. He placed a hand on Kurt's thigh gently, reassuringly. "I know I tend towards this part of my blood, but it's not what rules me."

Kurt nodded slowly, putting his own hand on top of the one Blaine had on him, his eyes looking down to that connection between them. "Then why don't you ever talk about the white half of you?"

Blaine sighed, and Kurt recognized it as a sigh specific to Blaine not wanting to talk, but Blaine, for once, did. "I didn't spend a lot of time with my father, so I don't feel the connection as much..."

"But you were educated in white society, so who did you spend the time with?"

"Boarding school. Dalton. In Philadelphia. I actually..." Blaine seemed to think before he continued, "... I actually really enjoyed it there."

Kurt smiled and looked towards Blaine, nodding his head once to beckon him to go on. Blaine smirked a little at the look he was getting from Kurt, but indulged him.

"I had a lot of friends, and I did pretty good academically. I spent most of the year there and when I was invited to spend holidays with friends and their families, so aside from the cost of tuition there, you wouldn't even have known I had a family outside of Dalton."

"I have a really difficult time imagining you as some high class boy in a little fitted suit reciting poetry for the class." Kurt chuckled, trying to form the image in his mind.

"Not just poetry! All kinds of literature and debates and spelling bees and mathematical theorems. I was an honest to goodness goody two shoes. Anything I was missing by having parents involved was compensated for by the validation of my teachers and peers."

"Wow..." Kurt shook his head, "Why did you leave then?"

Blaine's face grew dark, and his smile fell, "When I was thirteen, I made the mistake of kissing a boy and he and a group of older boys attacked me. My father was called and I was pulled out of the school for causing a disruption... He picked me up, didn't say a word, and had the driver drop him off at the house, and the carriage driver rode me all the way out to where the tribe was camped and dropped me off."

"Oh god Blaine..." Kurt leaned forward immediately and wrapped his arms around Blaine, who had gone stiff and tense with the memory. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

Blaine gave a little shake, as if to physically shake off the memory he had brought up, and wrapped his arms around Kurt, "It's alright. Medicine Mother... she took care of me. Raised me like I was her own, and then I found you, Naehame, and we're going to fix you and everything will be fine."

Kurt listened to the beat of Blaine's heart, wondering if Blaine was trying to convince himself or Kurt of that. He wanted to ask where Blaine's mother was throughout all of this, but given Blaine's reactions to his questions about his mother in the past, he didn't dare. One bad memory was probably more than enough for now.

"When are you going to teach me what Naehame means?" Kurt asked, timing his breaths to Blaine's as he kept huddled against him.

Kurt could feel Blaine running his hand over Kurt's hair and pressing a kiss to the top of his head as he whispered, "When will you just let me relax and hold you in peace?"

Kurt chuckled and quieted, but inwardly was irritated, another question that was dodged by Blaine time and time again. Blaine could be calling him an ass for all Kurt knew. And so what if Kurt wanted to talk to Blaine more than Blaine wanted to talk at all? Kurt had no one else to talk to and even when things were at their worst in Lima, he always had Santana, Rachel, and Quinn. Was it right to feel so lonely when you were with the one you loved?

Kurt suddenly felt desperate to feel loved, and so his hands pushed back against Blaine's chest, pressing him down onto the fur blanket. Blaine's eyes widened for a moment in surprise and then narrowed as they looked down at Kurt, his pupils pooling wide in lust with a lopsided grin edging onto his face.

Kurt pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, quickly moving to slide off his own trousers and brief so within a moment he was fully nude while Blaine watched the process, his breath slowing and deepening.

"You should get naked too if you're expecting any attention from me tonight." Kurt noted, sitting back on his knees as he watched and waited for Blaine to join him in his state of undress.

Blaine groaned and shuffled himself out of his pants and briefs, pulling off his shirt along with the undershirt he wore at once. Blaine was already fully at attention, and under the glow of the fire by them, looked like a vision out of one of those romantic novels Rachel liked to read.

Kurt knelt forward and pressed kisses to the insides of Blaine's thighs, sucking gently to leave a small trail of hickeys up towards Blaine's erection where he licked his tongue up the length of Blaine's cock and then pulled his lips over the top. All the while, Blaine trembled and moaned, muffling the noises coming out of his mouth with a fist in his mouth. Kurt knew without looking that Blaine was looking down and watching him work. Blaine loved to see Kurt working him.

Kurt put a hand on each of Blaine's hips to hold him back from bucking into his mouth while he rolled his lips up and down the pulsing cock, trailing his tongue along with the movements. He knew from experience that if he didn't keep Blaine's hips forced back that he could end up gagging as Blaine jerked automatically into the back of his throat. This gave Kurt the control he needed.

Kurt pulled off the cock with a smacking sound and looked up towards Blaine, "Grab the oil..." he commanded before rolling his tongue up over Blaine's erection. He got a groan in response but he could see from the corner of his eye that Blaine's free hand was fumbling in a nearby bag as it searched for the oil, finally finding it and rolling the glass bottle towards Kurt.

He grabbed it and popped himself off Blaine's cock, receiving a whine of protest from the man under him. Kurt chuckled, uncorking the bottle and dribbling the oil into his hand. He moved that hand down between Blaine's legs, who spread them invitingly, and pressed a finger right up into the dark warmth until it was fully buried and Blaine was tense with what Kurt knew was the sharp pain of being filled. He thrust the finger back and forth until the tension in Blaine had left and Blaine whimpered for more.

Kurt added another finger and thrust again until the tension faded, slipping in a third finger without waiting to be prompted. He knew Blaine's body. He knew how to angle his fingers up to hit the right spot which made Blaine shudder and bite on his fist to keep the village from hearing him. Kurt watched Blaine's cock tense up then, and he knew it was time to pull out the fingers or else it would only be Blaine orgasming tonight.

Blaine whined again with the emptiness that came from losing the fingers, but Kurt had gotten quick at this and had himself oiled and pressed up against Blaine's ass within a moment, thrusting forward into Blaine, so tight and warm around him. Kurt had to bite his own lower lip to keep himself from moaning too loudly now as well.

He didn't wait for Blaine to coax him along, thrusting quickly, ravenously. His teeth beared down on each other to keep himself quiet as he slapped himself again and again against Blaine, the only sound they couldn't stop being Kurt's testicles smacking against Blaine's ass.

He felt Blaine tightening all around him and looked down to see Blaine coming across his own stomach and chest. Kurt closed his eyes, protecting them from the sweat rolling down his face now as he continued to buck himself madly into Blaine until he stopped, buried completely in Blaine, and filled him up with his orgasm, allowing a small gasp to escape his lips.

He stayed frozen in place for a moment, until one of Blaine's hands reached up to wipe the sweat from his brows, and Kurt dared to reopen his eyes, gazing down at the gorgeous boy below him who was looking back at him with a soft smile and a look of complete bliss.

Kurt smiled back weakly, pulling himself back and causing both of the men to hiss softly, Blaine from the ache of emptiness and Kurt from losing the warmth around him. He grabbed his shirt and wiped off Blaine's torso and tucked it gently under his ass to allow the cum to fall onto the shirt and not clump up on the fur instead. Blaine murmured thanks and by the time Kurt had crawled in beside him, Blaine had fallen asleep.

Kurt watched Blaine sleep for awhile, wrapping an arm around him and huddling against him. No post orgasmic talk, no cuddling, and certainly not the feeling of being loved that Kurt had wanted. He wondered if he even really loved him, as he watched the rise and fall of his chest. Blaine had saved him, freed him. Maybe it was just hero worship. Or maybe he did love Blaine - but who was Blaine? Sometimes he was the strong, quiet native, and other times he was the crass white man... and other times... Kurt didn't know how to place him in those other moments.

Kurt looked to the pot of coffee they hadn't drank, the empty stew pot, bowls, and frying pan. Was he supposed to keep playing house so Blaine could do as he pleased? Perhaps tomorrow he would ask someone new to help him with his Cheyenne so he could learn the language faster and have more people to speak to. He couldn't keep living in a shadow in any case, nightmares or not. He needed to make some choices to preserve his independence before he was no longer Kurt Hummel, and only Naehame, whatever that was.