DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, or the characters in which I am borrowing to write this AU.
Now, many of the characters may seem OoC because, for one, I like my Kurt mysterious and not a whiny bitch. Two, I like my Blaine as a total not a douche.
The grand cathedral was filled with people, bustling with noise and the tables before them were filled with food that looked as lavish for the eyes as it tasted. Blaine licked his lips in a fluid motion and reached for a piece of pork only to have his hand slapped away by Wes. He held the older boys eyes until he saw Wes grin and snatch the good, juiciest piece of pork from the platter onto his plate. Blaine's eye widened to a comedic size and he looked on helplessly as his best friend ate it. He grumbled and reached for the next piece and to dip some mashed potatoes onto his plate. David mixed his greens with his potatoes as he watched the two then took a drink from his goblet.
This was the feast hall, with solid tables, placed sporadically to house the people's urge of having private conversations. Under their table were three lumps of moving scales. The soft yellow and tan one directly under Blaine's seat swatted his tail at the green and brown lump under Wes's seat while the sky blue one poked its head out from its ball and snorted at both of them. David reached down and ran his hand along his dragon's snout and slipped her a chicken leg which the dragon munched on happily. The three boys had only been at the training academy for two years now which explained the size of their dragons, while their buddy Jack was sitting atop his dragon, Soun, at the table nearest the door, also passing the dragon larger pieces of chicken. Soun was a burgundy beauty and David thought back to the first time he came to the academy and saw Jack standing there, beside him this lavish dragon whose tail split into two nearing the end. His dragon, Jo, snorted again and he looked down to meet her eyes; he smiled and patted her head again telling her no dragon was more gorgeous then her. Jo curled from her ball to reveal her wingless, legless body so that she could wrap it around her master and tell him that Soun looked like a bat all hunched over, her wings attached to her arms; she was not elegant like Jo and her flawless movements. David ran his hand over her body until she settled into a spot, half on him, half off.
Wes pushed the greens bowl away from him with a scrunched face and Blaine, ever the instigator, pushed it back. This continued on for a good thirty seconds before Wes shoved it with more force than necessary and to save face, Blaine knocked it away from him. It tipped on the side of the table right down the front of a servant boy's pants. Blaine snapped his head towards the servant who had just placed another platter of chicken (my god, did they devour the whole thing, David thought) on their table. "Shit," he heard Wes say but the servant shook his head and bowed, picking the bowl off the floor.
"Sorry young sirs," the servant said and hurried off, motioning towards another servant to bring the boys some more greens. Blaine watched the servant run off into the kitchen before turning back to his two friends.
"He was a servant," Blaine choked.
"His face is flawless," Wes countered.
"A servant's still a servant," David said calmly. He didn't think himself higher than anyone, but the boy was paid to work in the kitchen. It didn't matter how beautiful he was (and he was beautiful David won't deny that.) Jo told him that the boy had smelled off and when asked what her "off" meant she replied, like water standing still on a steep rock. Blaine's dragon, Jeremiah had stuck his head out from under the table and had watched the servant go too, his whiskers flat against his snout. David turned to Blaine and started to say something about that but Blaine had just nodded.
"I know," the hobbit of the group said quietly, "like water standing still on a steep rock."
"Can't our dragons ever come up with something more imaginative," Wes sighed looking at Gavel who blinked at him, wings arching in defense. "They have this weird mind thing that makes them say the exact same thing."
David shook his head, "they don't know a lot of references Wes, and they're still babies."
"Young sirs," another servant came forward with a fresh bowl of greens while another servant ducked to scoop up what had fallen to the floor.
"Tell me," Wes started, "who was that boy that just brought us this chicken platter."
The servant looked around warily and David wanted to punch Wes; he knew the servants weren't supposed to have outside conversations while at work. The servant leaned in placing the bowl on the table, "his name is Kurt, he came this season. He's going to get a lashing for what just happened," and with that the boy stood back up and followed his follow servant towards one of the servant doors. Blaine took everything in and David could see his best friends mind turning.
"Kurt," Blaine tested the name on his lips and smiled, "he was a fine piece of ass."
Wes and David snorted out laughter causing some of the people around them to look but they just keep on laughing. Their dragons however felt something very wrong with this Kurt person and they'd have to keep an eye on him.
After the food started getting scares on plates and students turned down fresh helpings that the servant brought them they watched their headmaster rise from a table in the center of the room, raised by platform. The cathedral fell into a dead silence as the dragons and their trainers stopped their conversations and movement. "It is my honor to inform you," the headmaster's voice boomed throughout the room and a newborn dragon at the table next to David's curled in his master's lap and shivered. The girl patted him but remained looking at the headmaster. "That scouts from the high Estate of Ohino will sit with you. You will neither know who they are, or when they leave. They will report directly to the Baron himself with news of who should be considered for the army. Be on your best behavior. That is all, you are dismissed."
Blaine frowned and nibbled on the piece of bread he hadn't finished, "scouts," he muttered.
"Looks like the armies getting thin again," Wes said as he stood, Gavel standing beside him, "so we better be at our best."
"Or worse," David said, "in Blaine's case." Said boy bit his thumb at his friend and went back to his toast. "Poor hobbit, I don't think he'd last in the army."
"I don't want to go to the army," Blaine muttered, "I want to study to become a teacher here, that or Santana forbid a farmer."
David wacked him in the arm; "don't use the dragon goddess's name in vain," he reprimand his friend who stood after them. Jo circled around David's waist and watched as the older water dragons slid out behind their master, like basilisk. David had been urging her to do the same, she was getting older and heavier and soon she wouldn't be able to cling to him. He promised that her scales would remain unharmed on the ground but she didn't believe him. She'd heard horror stories from other dragon's about the first time their masters made them slither along the ground; they're underbelly's were rough as shields and she wasn't sure she was ready for that.
Wes took David by the shoulders and smiled. "You're spoiling her."
"That's okay, maybe a scouts watching," he teased and Blaine hit him in the arm, strutting out, Jeremiah following like a puppy, small flakes of his growing horns blowing off in the wind they were making. The two boys followed their friend unceremoniously, because seriously, the dragon army was overrated.
David had sadly split with the other two seeing as Jo was of the water dragon species while theirs were of air (and earth, thus the horns on Jeremiah's head). The survival teacher was a strange woman from across the kingdom. She sat waiting for her class of thirteen to arrive and smiled brightly as they arrived on time. "Good morning ladies and gentle dragons, today where playing a game of catch the thief."
The student body looked at each other and then back to their teacher. "Catch the thief," a boy asked, Jeff, Blaine recalled his name. The teacher nodded and motioned to the wooded area behind her.
"Inside that section of forest is thirty one servants; each one has a piece of paper. One these pieces of paper are chores that you young trainers perform each day. Your job is to catch them and bring them back to me so I can mark off which chore they hold so you will be released from doing said chore for the next week. The person who brings me the least servants will have the work load piled onto them." She smiled knowing the only thing the trainees heard was "no chores for a week." "However," she called them back to attention, "there is on servant in the forest that holds a special piece of paper. Bringing me this servant will result in no chores whatsoever for the week."
All the boys looked at each other and before she could even say begin they were off, dragon's in tow, confused as to why their masters were suddenly so interested in survival training. The teacher sprawled on her back and put her hands behind her head; this job was too easy.
No matter how much Blaine appreciated the friendship Wes gave him, this "no chores" thing was his and his alone. He had split up going directly towards the end of the forest knowing most of the servants would have run back there to escape as much man handling as possible. He stopped in a clearing where the servant-Kurt his mind supplied- sat under a tree humming.
Blaine motioned for Jeremiah to head around behind the boy but the dragon gave a weary sigh. Blaine ignored it and told him to go around behind him. Alright, Jeremiah had seethed at him for being ignored; don't say I didn't say anything. Blaine shook his head and when he saw Jeremiah get into position he entered the clearing. Kurt looked up at him and smiled.
"You know I don't think Holiday had this in mind when she told you all to hide." The look on Kurt's face dropped and he stood.
"Oh," was all he said.
"But anyway, I've found you, let's go."
"But you have to catch me," Kurt frowned.
"And I have caught you," Blaine conspired with his charm. Most servants would be intimidated by his charm and follow accordingly. Brawn didn't have to solve everything. "Jeremiah."
The dragon jumped from behind Kurt but plopped on the ground. Blaine blinked and looked to where Kurt was now hanging from a low branch. The servant spun himself up and onto the branch.
"Lesson one and two," Kurt said out loud, "Always pay attention to your surroundings, two, never reveal the placement of your dragon on stealth missions." And with that Kurt had climbed into the heavier portion of the forest leaving Blaine gawking.
His open mouth soon turned into a smile; he'd found his meal ticket to no chores for a week.
Blaine had been stopped on his hunt three by nervous servants peeking from there hiding spots only to be grabbed and dragged towards the edge of the forest. Blaine recalled bringing in his second while Jack and Soun headed back into the forest after dropping off their fourth. None of which was Kurt. By the time everyone had made their way back out, tired of this survival session Blaine had four, Wes had two, and Jack had seven. Holiday double counted and turned to them. "I'm missing a servant, boys; go fetch him before I get yelled at."
Jack and Blaine took off at the same time as Jeremiah burrowed underground and Soun took to the skies. The other boys were left behind in confusion. Blaine weaved through the trees back towards the clearing he'd first meet the last servant in and to his surprise there stood Kurt in the middle of the clearing. He smiled to Blaine and the boy leapt for him. Kurt jumped up and flipped over Blaine with ease only to land in front of Jack who was quick as a wasp. Kurt ducked and rolled to his left taking off at a run but grinning back to the two boys who chased after him.
"Sorry pup," Jack laughed as he started gaining ground, "but you'll be cleaning out Soun's stable tonight." The taller boy took a deep breath and out-paced Blaine in an instant. Blaine had to stop on a tree and catch his breath, allowing Jeremiah to poke his head up from the ground. Master, Jeremiah started but Blaine waved him off.
"Don't worry, we'll get him."
"Oh will you now," Kurt's voice said right next to his ear and Blaine spun around only to have the servant yank his head back and Blaine's palm to slam into the tree trunk. Kurt side stepped the lunging Jeremiah and smiled. Blaine blinked.
"What are you," he asked.
"I was Lord Finn's sparing servant young master," Kurt replied, "I was sent here to fulfill the rest of my service to the Baron."
"You trained with Lord Finn," Blaine asked trying not to sound to shocked, "does this mean you're one of the scouts?"
"Indeed not young master," was all Kurt said before he flipped out of the clutched of Soun who'd charged from a particularly heavy layer of underbrush. "Please don't tell anyone." Jack came running up behind completely out of breath as Kurt disappeared into the trees again
"He can't be a servant," Jack rasped and Blaine shrugged honoring the servant's wishes, "he can't possibly be human."
"He bled," Blaine bluffed, "Jeremiah managed to scrap him with his horn."
Jack blinked taking in the way the boy stood confidently before snorting. "Sure, I'll believe that as much as I believe Sylvester is married to Schue."
"Believe what you want," Blaine said boldly and then took off in the direction of Kurt. Jeremiah took back to the underground.
Soon after, both Blaine and Jack had caught up to Kurt as he raced for the edge of the forest towards where the other student's waited and they knew this was it. If they didn't catch Kurt now the free pass from chores was lost. Jack tried using Soun's tails to his advantage but Kurt no doubt had dealt with every dragon known to man within the Baron's estate. They reached the clearing and in those few yards away from the group something happened. He must have hit a rough spot on the ground since he went tumbling and rolling. He looked back up to see Jack closing in on Kurt and he pushed off the ground, channeling his dragon's element through his body, his small legs taking larger leaps than he was sure was possible. Kurt looked back at him in surprise and just before Jack could touch him Kurt clumsily tripped, out of his grasp and right into Blaine's. The smaller boy grabbed the servant roughly with both hands then blinked, the fuel of the earth falling out of him. Jeremiah popped up breathing as heavily as Blaine was and everyone was just staring at them.
Wes let out a holler and ran to congratulate his best friend as the servants were ushered off back to their duties. "What's your name," Kurt asked while there was still time.
"Blaine," he replied and Kurt was pulled away by other servants, them in their own hyped chatter about where Kurt learned to run that fast as he was drawn into his bubble of people.
He frowned watching the servant turn back into the blubbering shy thing he pretended and it hit him; he hadn't caught Kurt, Kurt let himself get caught. Suddenly he didn't feel so awesome anymore but smiled brightly and let himself be lead away back to the teacher who was tallying up what chores were done and by whom.
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