Kurt felt panicky, like a small fluttering bird was trapped behind his ribcage. He rushed away from the ruined church leaving Blaine behind and quickly caught a train back home. Once at his apartment, he hurried to shut and lock his door behind him. He was breathing heavily as if something was chasing his heels. Kurt sighed and then slid down the door until he was on the ground, only now that he was safe in his apartment could he push the image of the snapping teeth of some dreadful creature out of his head.

He was shaking and couldnt make himself stop; it was as if his whole world had been tilted sideways. He covered his face with his hands and took a few deep breaths as he pictured Blaine standing among the ruins of that old church, eyes sparkling as snow swirled around him like dancing glitter. It had been gorgeous, Blaine had been gorgeous, but all Kurt could feel in that moment was shock and fear.

There was, of course, the chance that this was all some kind of elaborate prank; when looked at rationally, that seemed more likely than there being actual magic in the world. However, when the twinkling snow had melted and Blaine turned around and looked at him, there was so much apprehension in his eyes. Blaines expression in itself was almost more evidence than the dancing snow had been. Blaine wouldnt lie to him like that, he wouldnt deceive him. Meaning that if it wasnt a trick and Kurt wasnt losing his mind, then magic was real.

Kurt took another shuddering breath before he forced himself to get up off of the floor. He turned and looked back down at his picnic basket, pulling out the blanket he and Blaine had been cuddled in just that afternoon. Everything had changed since then; how Kurt viewed the world was irrevocably altered now. There was magic, real magic, and somehow his boyfriend was mixed up with it.

His boyfriend.

Kurt hadnt actually called Blaine boyfriend out loud yet, though he longed to. He felt like they were boyfriends; in fact, sometimes it felt so much more than that. Hed known Blaine for a few months now and hed quickly become a huge part of Kurts life. Kurt could easily admit that he had strong feelings for Blaine… but now... Now everything was different, the world was different.

Kurt took the blanket with him as he plopped down on his couch, hugging it to his chest as his mind raced a mile a minute. He just couldnt wrap his head around the fact that this man hed come to care for so deeply was something he couldnt even understand.

I may have a little bit of magic.

Thats what Blaine had said. I may have a little bit of magic. As if that fact didnt change everything. Kurt clutched at the blanket and thought about the fear in Blaines eyes as he looked to see Kurts reaction to his magic. Blaine wasnt afraid of the supernatural, but he seemed afraid of Kurts response to it.

Kurt got up from the couch and made dinner before he attempted to eat at his counter in the kitchen, but mostly he just pushed his food around on his plate. He walked around the living room a little bit, mindlessly tidying and then sat down with his sketch book. Sketching was usually a good stress relief for him, but as he opened the book, of course it landed on the page where hed drawn one of those… what was it? Those Dontizu creatures. Kurt shut the book and quickly tossed it away from him.

Kurt really needed to talk to someone and pushed away the thought that he wanted to talk to Blaine. Instead he grabbed his phone and dialed Mercedes. The phone rang a few times before he heard the cheerful and always reassuring voice of his friend on the other end.

"Kurt! How are you? Its been to long since we talked!"

Kurt smiled at his Mercedes enthusiasm, he so missed living closer to her. He tried to just talk about nothing for a while. School and his business and even the weather, but Mercedes knew him too well.

"Uh huh," Mercedes interrupted once Kurt started chatting about how the days were getting warmer "And when are you going to tell me what you called about?"

Kurt bit his lip trying to think of what he could even say, it wasnt like he could blurt out, You know Blaine who I talk about all the time? The one Im crazy over? Yeah, apparently he has a little magic! "I guess… Im… something happened, with Blaine."

"Blaine?" Mercedes sweet voice hardened. "What did he do?"

"No no. Nothing… bad." Nothing bad, Kurt thought, just shocking and a terrifying, but even with all the confusion in his mind Kurt knew he didnt want Mercedes to think poorly of Blaine. "He just… I found out something about him that was…. Not what I expected."

"Right" Mercedes answered slowly. "This is the guy that blew you off when you first met him and now he is pulling something else? I told you from the beginning if he pulled anymore crap like that he didnt get a second chance."

"It isnt like that I swear… I just learned something really big and surprising about him."

"Okay… Are you going to expound on that?"

Kurt was quite a long time, trying to think this through, if he told his Mercedes Blaine was dangerous then she would be worried and tell him not to see Blaine anymore. And it wasnt that Kurt thought Blaine himself was dangerous, not really… it was just so complicated.

"Its complicated." Kurt said out loud. "I dont… Im not sure what to do."

"Kurt." Mercedes voice was firm. "I dont know what to tell you… do you trust him?"

Kurt nodded and then let out a sigh, "I want to. I care about him a lot"

He heard Mercedes sigh as well. "I wish Id had a chance to meet him when I was in town, but I dont know the guy so it is hard for me to say anything. But Kurt? I do know you and when you fall you fall hard. I wouldnt want you to be blinded by your feelings for this guy if he isnt right for you. If he is keeping things from you."

Kurt remembered the way Blaine had been so worried after he showed Kurt his magic and how he had just run away not letting Blaine explain. "I dont think it is like that I… I think he is a good person. I know he is."

Mercedes didnt answer at first and Kurt could just picture her narrowing her eyes and pouting her lips in thought. "I know this about you too Kurt, you are a good judge of character. I trust you and your instincts. If you really care about him then I guess you have to find a way to work though this new surprising information, whatever it is."

Kurt smiled at that. "Yeah… maybe. Thanks Mercedes."

They didnt talk much more after that and when Kurt hung up he didnt have any better direction on what to do about Blaine but he did at least feel a little less panicked. He still felt restless though and decided to call it an early night; he was climbing into bed when his phone pinged with an incoming message.

I said earlier I would call you this evening and I would love to, but I also didnt want to intrude if you needed some time.

Kurt bit back a smile; even when he was upset, hearing from Blaine made his heart flutter pleasantly. Kurt always looked forward to their evening phone calls, but he couldnt think of anything to say to Blaine right now.

Please dont call. Not yet. Kurt texted back.

It was a few minutes before he got a response. Of course. I understand. Im sorry Kurt, I didnt mean to scare you.

Kurt drew in a breath and wiped at his stinging eyes before putting his phone on his nightstand. He wanted to talk to Blaine, but he couldnt deal with all of this right now.

Over the next several days, Kurt didnt hear anything from Blaine; he assumed it was because he needed some distance and Blaine was respecting that. Kurt was still trying to work out how he felt about the shocking information hed received. There was magic in the world, there were terrifying creatures that fed on peoples souls, and somehow Blaine was in danger because hed lost a magical stone? It was insane. With everything in Kurts mind what surprised him the most was that even though he couldnt understand it all, he believed it.

A week ago, Kurt would have scoffed at any of this, but there was something about the Dontizu – he believed those were real and he had a horrible feeling they were close. He built up the courage to look in his sketch book again; he spent a long time studying the creature hed drawn there, matted fur and sharp fangs and piercing eyes. He didnt understand how hed known about these things before he ever saw that door knocker or heard the word Dontizu, but as his fingers traced over the harsh looking creature hed drawn, he believed.

Kurt closed his eyes and thought about Blaine and the magic hed shown him. Kurt had a huge choice to make; he could put this all behind him and pretend that hed never learned these frightening truths about the world - or he could forage ahead with this knowledge and whatever came with it next. The latter meant a frightening unknown, but the former meant losing Blaine. How could he turn his back on all of this without also turning his back on Blaine? And how could he turn his back on Blaine when Felix said he was in danger?

He couldnt. That was the simple answer; he was in too deep with Blaine to give him up now. Mercedes had asked if he trusted Blaine and he did, he didnt trust he knew everything about him, but he did trust Baines intent, his heart. And most of all he didnt want to lose Blaine, even going through these last few days without him had been hard. He missed Blaine. He missed his laugh and his soft smile and the rich tenor of his voice and the way he made Kurt feel safe and… and loved?

Kurt put the sketch book away and grabbed his phone, pulling up Blaines number and looking down at the picture of him. Being with Blaine meant facing this new reality about the world, and if he was going to do that he was going to learn as much about it as he could. He put the phone away, he wasnt ready to call yet.

He started his search with the internet and when that only gave him very vague lore about the Dontizu, that they may be some kind of shapeshifter and some information said they ate hearts, while others said they sucked out a persons soul. None of it seemed verified, it was just people guessing. He found nothing at all about heartstones.

Kurt brought his search to the New York Public Library. He sat at a polished wood table in the Rose Reading Room, with its high painted ceiling and large windows lining the wall. Kurt wasnt really paying attention to the beauty of the room, though. His nose was stuck in a Polish book published in 1914 on werewolves and lycanthropy. He was struggling through it with his iPad open to help with translating. The only interesting thing he found was a footnote about a creature that feed on human hearts to gain immortality. He had no idea if that was related to the lore hed found on the Dontizu though.

He found more old books on mythical creatures and folklore than hed expected, but few mentions of Dontizu. He had also flipped through several manuscripts on stones and their use in magic and rituals, but so far he hadnt found anything about a heartstone or even anything at all that could give him a concrete idea on what was going on.

He shut the book in frustration, probably a little too loudly if the faces turning towards him were any indication. He ignored them and rested his head in his hands. He was getting nowhere; there was endless information out there, but he didnt know what was real and what was fiction. He knew that if he really wanted to learn, he already had a source. Blaine. Blaine knew, Blaine could tell him. Still, he wasnt sure he was ready to face him yet.

He left the library with a book on sacred stones that he didnt actually think was going to help him, but he needed to do something. Kurt headed home feeling tired and with a pounding headache behind his eyes.

He flopped down at his work table and opened the book to a random page. After reading a little, he got up and made some coffee to try to help clear his mind. The fact was that he missed Blaine and Blaine had answers for him so why wasnt he just calling Blaine? He shook his head, frustrated with himself, and walked back to his table, sipping coffee and flipping through the book on stones and skimming the pages. He stopped on an entry about something called the Star Ruby. He didnt think this had anything to do with Blaines stone, Blaine had said it wasnt a gemstone, but something about the picture of a red stone loosened a memory.

In his mind, he could clearly picture a red smooth stone that was warm to the touch.

No. That was impossible.

Kurt put his mug down on the table and rushed to his closet, almost tripping over his own feet in his eagerness. He got up on his toes and pulled down the hat box that hed looked in weeks ago now. He sat on the floor and dumped the boxs contents unceremoniously onto the floor, digging through everything looking for that rock. A red, smooth rock hed had since he was a child. A rock that couldnt have anything to do with Blaine-that would be too bizarre of a coincidence. Unless… Unless somehow Blaine had befriended Kurt because he had this stone?

Kurt froze, his chest tightening at that thought. No, please no. Blaine wasnt just using him. Blaine cared about him, he knew he did. Kurt pushed away the thought that this was all some elaborate setup, he refused to believe that his relationship with Baine could be founded on such a huge betrayal.

Kurt went through everything in the hatbox a second time, but the stone wasnt there. He lay on his stomach and looked on the ground under his hanging clothes, he moved his shoes, and rearranged everything in his closet, but it wasnt there. He started on the living room next, looking in drawers and under furniture, moving on to pull all the storage boxes out from under his bed and check the crack between his nightstand and the wall. Nothing.

Kurts apartment was small and tidy; if the stone were still here, Kurt should be able to find it, but he couldnt. What did that mean? Stones didnt just disappear. Kurt thought back to the snow that had turned into glistening light as it swirled around Blaine, and okay, he didnt know, maybe stones did disappear.

He tried to remember the last time hed seen the stone, back to the afternoon he thought hed heard thumping from inside his closet. A fuzzy memory from his childhood also started coming back to him- that day hed found the stone on the beach-and then that night, hadnt he heard it beat then? Hed thought the stone was trying to talk to him at the time…

There was a knocking sound behind Kurt and he took in a quick surprised breath as he was hauled out of his thoughts and back to the present; the thumping noise was back. It took him a second to realize it was just someone at the door and not the beat of some magical stone. He had a little déjà vu as he walked to the door and looked out the peep hole, half expecting to see Aaron standing there.

Instead, he was surprised by the short, round figure of Blaines friend Felix. Kurt backed away from the door, not comprehending why Felix of all people would be here, or even how he knew where Kurt lived.

"Kurt?" Felixs voice called through the door. "Dont shoot okay?"

Kurt eyebrows furrowed at that odd request. He wanted to call back to Felix through the door and see why he was here, but he knew he should just open it and talk to him like a normal person would. It was just that everything in his life was in disarray right now and he didnt really know Felix that well, even though he had enjoyed his company that one time they met.

"Are you home, Kurt of bold counsel?"

Kurt chewed on his lip, trying to decide what to do.

"Its about Blaine," Felix called through the door again, his voice taking on a softer tone. "Hes in danger and he needs your help."

Kurt took a deep breath and immediately opened the door. Of course this could be a trick, Felix saying the exact thing that would force Kurt into action, but Kurt didnt really care, not if Blaine needed him. "What do you mean Blaines in danger?" Kurt asked, taking in Felixs troubled face. "Whats wrong? Is he okay?"

Blaine turned the heat on higher in his apartment and tapped a finger against the thermostat, why did it feel so cold in here? He coughed into his elbow and then went to sit in his big, open, barely furnished living room. He picked up a book he was reading but then just stared at the page for a few minutes before he realized he wasnt really concentrating. He put it down and fished his phone out of his pocket instead. It had been four days since hed spoken with Kurt. Not a long time really, especially when you were as old as Blaine was, but the last few days had dragged on like torture.

Blaine just kept picturing Kurts frightened face as he fled the ruins of that old church. The last thing he ever wanted was for Kurt to be scared of him; he had tried to introduce Kurt to magic in the least threating way possible, but he supposed it still had to be a shock. Blaine, on the other hand, couldnt remember a time when he hadnt known about magic – hed been born into a family of power and had started using his own magic at a very young age. Still, he could imagine what it must be like for Kurt who didnt know anything about that side of the world.

Blaine checked his phone to see if hed missed any calls or texts from Kurt – which of course he hadnt, he hadnt heard anything from Kurt since Kurt had asked him not to call. Not yet. "Not yet," Kurt had said. It was that yet that gave Blaine courage. He could only hope that this relationship that theyd been building was strong enough to eventually lead Kurt back to him.

Blaine couldnt sit around his sparse apartment any longer, so he got up and put on a pair of boots and grabbed a coat and some gloves. The weather was slowly getting warm, but Blaine felt colder than ever, cold and alone. He used to be able to spend days upon days on his own, but since getting to know Kurt, it was as if something had been awakened in him, something that made him want things he hadnt wanted in a long time. It was harder to just be alone now, he craved companionship, and if Kurt wasnt talking to him, that left Felix.

Felixs little front room was cheery and warm as usual, but Blaine still shivered when he took off his coat, swaying a little bit on his feet, tired from the trip here. He quickly pulled his coat back on, feeling better bundled up.

"You are not looking well my friend," Felix said as he let him in. He placed a hand against Blaines brow. Blaine flinched away out of habit, but Felix just gave him a stern glare and pressed the back of his hand against Blaines forehead. "Youre feverish."

"I dont get fevers. I dont get sick," Blaine protested, but as if to contradict his words, his chest tightened and he started a long coughing fit. Once he caught his breath, he found Felix watching him with arms crossed and brow furrowed.

"I know you dont get sick, that is why Im so worried. Something is wrong."

Blaine just shrugged and licked his lips. "It has been a particularly cold winter."

"Actually it hasnt." Felix walked to a cabinet and pulled out a huge leather-bound book. Blaine sat down at Felixs table, his legs feeling a little wobbly. Felix brought the book over and set it down on the wooden tabletop with a thud. "Ive been reading up on heartstones, I find it interesting that in all the time Ive know you another magical individual has never found you and you know what I read?"

Blaine just lifted an eyebrow in response.

"That when you have a heartstone no magical human can find you unless there magic is greater than yours. So how powerful are you?"

Blaine shrugged. "You said yourself, no one finds me, why do you think I have a heartstone to begin with? To hide."

"Hmm…" Felix scratched his chin in thought. "Mostly though Ive been reading up on the varied problems that can arise from having a heartstone – besides the obvious of having a Dontizu consume your soul so you live in everlasting torment."

"Oh yeah, that is the drawback," Blaine said with a wry smile.

"It seems you can get sick." Felix continued flipping through the book. "It is called morbus cordis." He pointed to a page in the book and Blaine looked down at the weathered parchment and the swirling penmanship. This book was older than he was and completely in Latin.

"Heart disease?"

"Or more accurately translated for us to heartsickness."

Blaine nodded. "Ive heard of that. Its rare, it can only happen if someone with evil intent has my heartstone." He looked up from the book to Felixs worried face. "You think that after all this time of looking for my heartstone, it has somehow gotten into the hands of someone who means me harm?"

"You think it hasnt?"

"I think those who mean me harm wouldnt waste time with heartsickness – theyd just use the stone to destroy me."

Felix was about to respond but Blaine started a coughing fit so heavy he had to grab the table to keep his balance. When it passed, Blaine tried to catch his breath but his breathing was shallow and ragged. He hadnt wanted to admit it, but it seemed Felix was right. Something was obviously wrong with him.

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder. "What do we do my friend?"

Blaine shook his head. "I have to find my stone."

"Yes, that has always been the case, but I feel like you have stopped looking recently. Dont you care anymore what happens to you?"

Blaine stood from the stool, his heart pumping too fast, how could Felix even ask that? Blaine had been looking for that damned stone for two decades. "Of course I care!"

"Then why have you stopped looking! Why havent you asked Kurt!"

"You know that I told Kurt about my magic, it only served to scare him away. Why do you care what happens to me anyway?"

Felix sighed and rubbed his head. "You arent the only one without many friends."

It was silent in the room for a minute. Blaine felt a little warmer at Felixs words, but still found himself shivering and swaying so he sat down again. "I know I should have told all of this to Kurt already – I was just scared of losing him. And now it looks like I have anyway."

"That boy loves you, Blaine."

Blaine smiled slightly. "He isnt a boy." Blaines head was pounding and breathing had actually started to grow painful. He knew Felix was right, someone must be using his stone against him and Kurt was the key to finding it. He just had to face Kurt and hope he would help. He got up from the stool and closed his eyes for a moment as his head spun.

"Blaine?" Felixs voice called out to him. "Blaine, I dont think…"

Blaine didnt hear anything else as he opened his eyes for a moment and then the ground suddenly came rushing towards him, and he hit the floor with a heavy thump.

Felix hadnt said much, but told Kurt he had to come with him. He seemed so scared and was so urgent in his pleas that Kurt could hardly refuse. He ended up following Felix into a nice apartment building in an expensive part of town. Kurt had never been to Blaines place before and it was strange to see it for the first time because Felix was bringing him there instead of Blaine. "I brought him home because I know he is safest here," Felix said as he unlocked Blaines front door. "And I need to get back to my place, I think I can make him a remedy that may slow his illness."

They walked into a large open apartment with huge windows lining the wall, concrete floors and a high ceiling. It could have been lovely, but instead it just felt cold and empty; there was one sofa, a coffee table and a bookcase in the living room and nothing more. Kurt continued following Felix, his stomach tightening with nerves. He wanted to see Blaine, god did he want to see Blaine, especially if he was sick, but he was still so worried over everything hed learned the last time he saw him.

Kurt stood by the doorway as Felix entered the bedroom. It was dark and a curtain was closed over the huge window in the far side of the room. It took a moment for Kurts eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room; when they did, he made out Blaines form lying on the bed, wrapped in covers but still noticeably shivering. Kurt took an involuntary step forward as Felix crossed to the opposite side of the bed, laying a hand on Blaines shoulder.

"How are you my friend?"

Blaine moved to lift himself up, but instead he was overcome with a fit of coughing, his body quaking with the force of it. When he pulled in breath it sounded like a wheeze, like his lungs were too tight to take in air. Kurts resolve to stay in the doorway broke at the pitiful sound and he hurried forward, smoothly sitting down on the bed next to Blaine.

Blaine looked up at him with dark watery eyes as Kurt placed his hand on his forehead. "God, you are too warm, Blaine," he said quietly, his heart aching with how miserable Blaine looked.

Blaine smiled weakly up at him. "Youre here. You came."

Kurt glanced up at Felix whose brow was furrowed in worry. "Felix was concerned about you."

Blaine licked his dry lips and then started coughing again. Felix reached for a glass of water on the side table and offered it to him.

"I knew you were getting sick." Kurt scolded, "You looked so tired that day at the concert in the park, and you were coughing."

Blaine took a sip of the water Felix was offering. "I didnt know. I dont actually get sick." His voice was hoarse and scratchy and he barely drank anything before he collapsed back down to the bed shivering all over. He reached out towards Kurt, though, and Kurt gladly took his hand.

"Obviously, you do," Kurt said worriedly, brushing unruly curls out of his face.

"He doesnt."

Kurt looked up at Felix who had a solemn expression on his face.

"He doesnt get sick. He cant really."

Kurt huffed out a breath of frustration. "What do you mean he cant get sick? What is this then? He has a fever and a deep cough. He should see a doctor."

Felix shook his head. "It isnt illness, or at least not the way you are thinking. No doctor or medicine will help him."

Kurt glanced down at Blaine, his eyes closed now and his face pallid. "Whats wrong with him?"

"Its mag-"

"And dont say magic!"

Felix clamped his mouth closed and Kurt rubbed a hand over his forehead, still holding Blaines hand tightly with the other. This was more than he was able to take in. "A doctor really wont help?"

Felix shook his head.

"Then what will happen to him?" Kurts voice was breathy as he went back to playing with Blaines hair, trying to comfort him with his touch.

"I dont know… it isnt like he can die either, being basically immortal." Kurts head snapped up at that, but Felix just continued on almost like he was working this out for himself. "At least he cant die in any traditional way… but this is magic so maybe it can kill him…" He looked at Kurt, seemingly remembering he was still there. "I know Blaine told you he had magic, what else did he tell you?"

Kurts throat was dry and his stomach felt hollow, but there wasnt time to argue with Felix about the fact that he was still talking about magic even though Kurt didnt want to hear it. "He didnt tell me much. He showed me… something I couldnt explain and I just…"

"Fled?"

Kurt nodded, his eyes stinging as he looked back down at Blaine who was fitfully asleep now, but still burning up and trembling. "Please, Felix, we have to do something. Whats doing this to him?"

"His stone," Felix said with a sigh. "Or that would be my guess at least."

"I dont understand." Kurts voice broke and he swiped at his eyes. He was so scared. Scared of whatever this was that hed been drawn into. Scared of what Blaine was. But mostly scared of something happening to Blaine with him being helpless to do anything.

"Oh, my boy," Felix said softly and walked over to sit next to him. "There is so much to explain, but we dont have time. What it comes down to is I think Blaine has a heartsickness."

Kurt shook his head still not understanding.

"It is when someone or something possesses your heartstone with evil intent."

"Blaine said his heartstone was magic as well," Kurt said, trying to put it all together.

Felix nodded. "Thats right, it is… connected to him, a vital part of him. So you can see why it was so dangerous when his brother stole it. He has been missing a piece of himself for years…. In more ways than one." Felix glanced back at Blaine as he started coughing in his sleep and Kurt let out an involuntary whimper at the sound.

"What do we do?" Kurt asked, pushing his fear and confusion aside.

"I hoped that you had his stone?"

Kurt blinked at him a moment, trying to understand. The more information Kurt got, the more convinced he was that his stone, the stone hed had since childhood, was the heartstone Blaine had been looking for. He didnt like the idea though, not if it meant Blaine was with him just for the stone. "Why would I have this stone?" Kurt asked quietly, anxious for Felixs answer.

"I dont know, its just there was this ritual Blaine performed that made us think you could lead him to his stone."

Kurt nodded slowly, his chest feeling tight with distress as he continued to brush his fingers over Blaines forehead. That was the exact kind of thing he didnt want to hear. "Wait." He looked back up at Felix. "You think I have… evil intent towards Blaine?"

Felix sighed. "No, not really. Not at all… I just hoped youd have answers."

"All I have is questions," Kurt said, frustration bubbling inside of him as he stood from the bed raking his fingers through his hair and not even caring if he messed it up. "I have no idea what is going on here. I didnt even believe in magic until last week. I stopped believing in Santa when I was four! I dont... I just…" Kurt was pacing the room, purposefully not looking at Blaines pale skin or the ragged way his chest was heaving. This couldnt be happening. He knew nothing about this world of heartstones and evil and magic and now Blaine was… what, dying? Maybe? If he werent immortal that is, which was a thought Kurt couldnt focus on now. One thing was certain, Blaine wasnt alright and he needed help.

"What does it look like?" Kurt said as he stopped pacing to face Felix; he needed to hear this from Felix before he said anything about the stone he had. "This heartstone thing. What does it look like?"

"Oh well… Ive never seen one in person. But they are actual stones, red and about the size of a fist – like a human heart. They are… warm I think?"

Kurts stomach twisted. "I…" He took a long breath and glanced at Blaine. If he told Felix he had the stone, then there was no turning back, he would be pulled into this whether he liked it or not. Now was the time to decide. Except he already had decided really, he couldnt turn his back on Blaine if he needed help. "I think I had that. The heartstone youre looking for."

"What?" Felix stood from the bed and Blaine groaned.

Kurt walked over to Blaine, hand smoothing softly down his cheek as he hushed him. "Shh shh sweetheart. Im going to help you. I promise." Kurt turned around to face Felix again, "I had a stone exactly like that."

Felixs eyebrows shot up, "Had?"

Kurt thought back to the last time hed seen and heard that stone. The day he broke up with Aaron. "I think someone stole it."