Three months ago he wouldn't have thought anyone like Blaine would come into his life, he would have laughed at the idea itself.

The time had passed so fast, with fun moments, sad moments and moments of pure comfort. Kurt never expected that Blaine could make him so happy as he did.

But now, nine weeks since they first met, and two weeks since they last saw each other, felt like an eternity. It had been two weeks since all of this started, two weeks since his life finally seemed to work out but didn't.. at all.

He felt terrible, no, more like defeated. He had no idea why Blaine was such a big part of his life, since they didn't even see each other that often. But every Saturday they had spent together had always felt so familiar, so amazing.

The time they spent together felt so much more worth living, so much happier. Kurt realized he had only lived towards the Saturdays he would get to spent with Blaine.

Nowadays his Saturdays were filled with emptiness, boredom and a lot of empty threats. Every now and then a villager would try to express their disgust. Sometimes they stood by the gate, yelling or threatening, but they were always sent away by the guards short after.

His parents hadn't tried to talk to him. The subject had gone completely unheard of, as if they were afraid of finding out the answer. They spoke to him at dinner, at meetings or just when they were coincidentally in the same room. But the subjects they talked about never turned into the conversation they obviously needed to have, it was both relieving and extremely frustrating.

Every Saturday he stood in front of his window, in the hope to catch a glance of the familiar head of curls he had once raised his eyebrow at. But the only villagers there, were the angry and disgusted ones. He didn't know why Blaine never went to the market again, well at least not via the route past the palace. He was worried that they had found Blaine too, he was worried about what they could have done to him if they did.

He wondered if he should see if he could find him at the market, just to see if he was all right. But then he remembered that he wasn't exactly loved by the people around there anymore. But maybe, with the help of his knowledge of clothes he might be able to pull it of..

Blaine had been working for two full weeks, even on Saturdays and Sundays. A few things had changed since the 'visit' of Edith Henry and her husband. For one he didn't get any acknowledgment from his family anymore, not at all. They all acted as if he didn't exist, as if he was never born. He was forced to work all day and he had to provide his own food, mostly by hunting or eating the leftovers.

At first he didn't think it would be necessary to hunt, but after a few days it became clear his family wasn't going to leave any food for him on purpose. He knew how to hunt but he didn't really like it, he always felt sick when he killed an animal. His dad had taught him how to hunt, when they were still one big family Blaine and his dad actually got along pretty well. His first day of hunting wasn't really a success, unless hitting yourself in the face with the bow and dropping a knife in your father's foot a success. He practiced a lot lately and now he was able to get at least enough food to fall asleep at night without the aching feeling of an empty stomach.

Blaine was actually surprised they didn't immediately kick him out of the house after the huge fight with Mrs. Henry. Even though there wasn't much of a difference to the situation now, because the only thing he had was a place to sleep. Everyone in the house knew better than to talk to him, or acknowledge him for that matter.

He hadn't felt this terrible in, well ever. His mother wouldn't even look at him, he had almost no energy of all the physical work he had to do around the small land, even though he could provide himself a descent meal for dinner, he had to work in the mornings and afternoons so there was no time to hunt so he was hungry most of the day. His father didn't even insult him, or yell at him, he just treated Blaine like he was a speck of dust.

The worst part though, was the loneliness. Especially on Saturdays, he was absolutely broken because there was no one there to care for him anymore, not even Kurt.

One of the most annoying things was that he couldn't escape from the terrible ambiance at the home by going to the market, anymore. There was one thing his dad made clear before he ignored Blaine completely, and that was that he wasn't allowed to go anywhere but the land and the house.

Blaine shivered as he remembered the 'discussion' that had followed after Mrs. Henry had left.

Blaine saw a furious Mrs. Henry and a somewhat confused Mr. Henry leave. He was nailed to the ground and the last thing he wanted to do was turn around to look at his father.

Halfway through the explanation to why she was here his mother had looked rather scared, his sister looked irritated and shocked as well. But what he was actually afraid of, was his dad.

"Upstairs. Now." His father hissed.

Blaine's legs felt extremely heavy, the last thing he saw before he walked up the stairs was his mothers face, she looked scared. And for one time Blaine didn't think she was worried about his father, but about him.

Once they were upstairs his father opened the door to Blaine's room, Blaine followed him. He had no idea what his father was going to do, but he knew it wouldn't be just talking.

He didn't close the door behind him, just in case. He knew he wouldn't actually run away, he probably couldn't even outrun his father if he tried.

For a few moments it was silent, Blaine almost jumped when suddenly his father started talking.

"Every time, we try to be reasonable to you. But you have no respect for us, you just like to ruin this family don't you?" His father spoke, his voice was low and dangerous.

Blaine didn't know if he should answer or not, normally his father would be screaming by now and if Blaine said even the smallest thing a fist would be coming his way and knocking him down.

"Well?" His father said impatiently.

"I-no of course not I-" Blaine muttered.

"Don't lie to me!" His fathers voice became louder and Blaine knew that there was no way he could get out of this one.

"What made you even think you could go around and just screaming what we've been trying to hide for you all this time!"

"But I'm tired of hiding," Blaine thought but he accidentally blurted it out.

He saw his father almost explode with anger, "DON'T YOU THINK ALL OF US ARE TIRED OF HIDING? WELL? IT'S YOU WHO REFUSES TO BE GODDAMN NORMAL!"

Blaine felt tears sting in his eyes, tears of fear, tears of the hurt that his parents will never accept him.

Then the first punch arrived, he cringed as he felt the strong fist of his father connect with his stomach. He had trouble to stay upright, but he knew that if he fell down his dad wouldn't hesitate to start kicking.

"I AM SO SICK OF YOU!" Another fist came his way, this time it hit his shoulder, there was the sound of a sickening crack. "YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING OF WHAT WE GIVE YOU!" Blaine felt himself fall to the ground when his fathers fist slammed into his temple. He knew it wouldn't take long for his father to beat him unconscious.

From then there were no more words, well apart from the curse words that spilled from his fathers lips with every punch or kick.

Blaine only vaguely realized his dad wasn't punching him anymore when suddenly he felt his whole body being slammed into the wall.

"Now listen to me, you are NEVER getting out of here again. Do you understand?" Mr. Anderson yelled. Blaine tried to shake his head but it was simply too heavy.

"ANSWER ME!" Blaine didn't know how he did it but he mumbled some sort of 'yes', blood spilling over his lips. He felt extremely dizzy and nauseous and everything became blurry.

He felt his body slid down the wall while he heard the sound of footsteps walking away.

He had woken up about a day later and his entire body had been sore. His shoulder was presumably bruised and hurt the most out of all his injuries. He had hid himself in his room for the rest of the day, afraid that if he'd make a sound his father would beat him up again.

But the next day he was too hungry and went downstairs, but much to his surprise no one said anything to him. And then the ignoring had started with only the note that he had to provide his own food from now.

Blaine slowly rolled out of his bed, the prospect of a full day of working and hunting didn't exactly sound inviting to him.

He was happy to find a piece of bread and a little bit of milk, it wasn't much, but at least it was enough for now and he didn't have to make his own breakfast.

The next day Kurt sneaked out of the palace, it was still early so no one noticed. He waited hidden in the trees, trying to blend in once there were people walking around.

No one noticed Kurt, so his plan seemed to work. He had (tried) to dress in simple clothes, he was wearing some sort of shielding he had made out of a cloth so no one could recognize his face.

Once the market was crowded he dared to peek around, to see if there was any sight of the familiar head of curls. Sadly he didn't see him yet, but he didn't want to give up.

But when people started to pack their stuff and Blaine still hadn't showed up, he felt disappointed. He also felt worried, was Blaine still okay? Just because Blaine didn't show up today didn't mean something had happened to him right..? Nothing had happened to Kurt.. well nothing too serious. But then again, Blaine didn't have the protection of the guards he did have.

Suddenly Kurt felt an urge to cry, he didn't though. He ran home and ignored the weird glares he was getting, once he was in his room he let himself fall onto his bed.

On the floor next to his bed lay a dried flower, it had been lying there ever since Kurt dropped it, he had totally forgotten about it.

He walked over and picked it up, memories of two weeks ago starting to play in his head. He twirled it around in his hand and couldn't stop a few tears from rolling down his face.

He really hoped Blaine was okay, or at least still alive.

He crawled back onto his bed and put the flower on the small table next to his bed. He closed his eyes and drifted of in a restless sleep.

When he woke up he was expected for dinner, even though he was nothing near hungry. But even when he barely touched his food, staring blankly at the table, his parents still kept the topic light. Never asking if everything was all right or maybe if he had something to tell them.

Eventually he got tired of it and threw his knife and fork down, the cutlery clattering down on the china. He stamped up the stairs and closed his door with a loud bang, everything was driving him crazy. His parents not talking to him, the villagers who wouldn't stop screaming at his window and then there was the fact that he didn't know if Blaine was okay..

He had to do something, he didn't know what though. But if there was one thing he did know, it was that he couldn't stay here.

At that moment he heard a 'clang' sound coming from his window, he looked over to where the sound was coming from. He stepped closer in the direction and saw someone was actually trying to throw rocks at his window. Angrily he pulled the curtains closed, he didn't only feel angry, he also felt hopeless.

Kurt didn't sleep well that night. He wasn't tired because he had slept before, but if he was tired his thoughts would probably still be there to torture him. Once again he fell asleep fighting against the tears welling up in his eyes.

Blaine found himself hunting the rest of the afternoon, just to be sure he would have dinner tonight. He had been gone a pretty long time but he hadn't caught much, just a rabbit, two if he hadn't been so distracted by all the sounds coming from around him.

It was technically forbidden to hunt in the woods, unless you got permission of course ,but even then you wouldn't get to keep it yourself.

But as Blaine started hunting he learned that he certainly wasn't the only one who was secretly robing the smaller animals from the woods. In fact, there were quite a few people, but then again, desperate times called for desperate measures right?

Since his parents completely ignored him he wasn't afraid of being caught, or that his parents would tell him to stop hunting in the woods. It wouldn't surprise him if his father turned him in though. So he did what he thought was the wisest thing to do, keep it a secret as much as he could. He wouldn't cook his food until his parents were busy with either working, eating or sleeping. He didn't know if Celicia would be smart enough to notice, but just to be safe he avoided her as well.

His days were filled with working, hunting eating and sleeping. It was all very tiring and even in his dreams he couldn't seem to find rest. There had been only one night where his dream had been peaceful, it was the night he had dreamed of Kurt. He wasn't particularly playing a character in his dream but he was just there. And something about the dream, and it being so much more beautiful than reality made him wake up with tears in his eyes.

He made sure to be busy with work and hunting so he wouldn't have much time to think, thinking would just make things worse in his situation.

He sighed while slowly turning the rabbit he had just skinned above the small fire he had just lid.

Sometimes he just wished it was easier, that his parents could still love him, the he could just love Kurt. Wait, love? So now he was in love with Kurt? Blaine shook his head, obviously the smoke was messing with his mind, he wasn't in love with Kurt, sure he liked Kurt, as a friend. So maybe the flirt around a bit, and maybe the 'like' feeling wasn't just as friends, but, love?

The next week wasn't any better for the both of them. Kurt was still treated the same but the ignorance of his parents and the daily threats and disgusted looks made him feel defeated. Blaine was still invisible to his family and now and then there was a day when he wouldn't have enough food and had trouble sleeping because of his aching stomach.

Kurt didn't dare to get out of his room, he had woken up to the sound of glass shattering. Once again someone had thrown a rock through his window, but when Kurt went to pick up the rock to throw it back outside he felt his stomach twist. The rock was covered in a dark red liquid, the rusty smell and greasy texture were enough to reveal that the liquid on the rock was certainly blood. He had been nailed to the ground, his eyes glued to the bloody rock, even though it made him sick to his stomach he just couldn't look away..

He was caught between running out of his room or crawling under the warm and safe blankets. He just wanted to hide himself and never return to the life he had now, wait until everything was just over.

Eventually he got his legs to move, he walked numbly to his bed and sat down. The rock was still on the ground and it felt like it was staring at Kurt, calling him and pointing out that he was a sin. That whatever it was he was feeling for Blaine, was all a trick from the devil to get him into hell.

He heard a lot of people outside, stumbling and screaming, it meant the guards had been sent out to remove the people again. He was half hoping that one of his parents would come upstairs, right now he would even prefer his parents yelling at him instead of ignoring the reason why there was an angry crowd standing outside of the palace everyday.

He was about to close the curtains, hoping to exclude the outside when he heard a familiar name being spoken by one of the villagers. He walked towards the window, trying to stay out of sight but within hearing distance.

'..heard they killed him.' A man with a low voice said. 'No, I believe they dropped him off in the woods,' a woman's voice declared. 'Anyway I'm sure the Andersons have handled it well, they always seemed like such a good family.' Another woman said.

Kurt's heart was beating faster, he was quite sure he heard it right. The Andersons.. Blaine's family. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that they weren't talking about Blaine.

'I'm sure he's dead, I haven't seen him the last few weeks.' Another voice confirmed.

Kurt wanted to shout, scream, kick them, make them shut up. Blaine couldn't be dead, he just couldn't, there had to be another explanation. Maybe his parents had sent him away to live with a distant uncle, or maybe they had locked him up somewhere.. but he couldn't just leave Kurt.

Kurt was shaking with rage, his fists clenching. He was confused when he felt something wet on his face, he raised his hand to wipe it away, he realized he was crying. He punched the closet that was standing next to his window, cursing he retreated his hand because the wooden material was a little bit harder than he expected.

It felt like something had finally snapped inside of him, everything had simply become too much. He knew he had to leave, leave and never come back. He wanted nothing more than to get out of this crazy town, hoping that somewhere out there, a town would exist where people would be accepting.

He had no idea how he was going to get out of there, but what he did know was that when he would get the chance, he'd go for it and leave. He didn't know how much time he had, but leaving a heavily guarded palace only to walk into a hating crowd of people wasn't going to be easy. It would take a lot of planning, preparation and pure luck.

He smiled to himself, he was finally getting closer to freedom.

Somewhere on the other side of the village Blaine was working on the land, trying to ban all thoughts from his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, Kurt was always on his mind. He was wondering if Kurt had been disappointed every time Blaine hadn't shown up at the market. He wondered if Kurt knew why, he hoped no one had been accusing Kurt of the same thing. News like this spread faster than a fire around the town, Kurt must have noticed at least something. But then again, Kurt lived in a palace and his parents had control over the entire village so maybe Kurt hadn't noticed anything..

Blaine sighed, maybe he would find out one day. Maybe one day, he would get to see Kurt again.