Dethroned.
Blaine is the prince of Lima, heir to the throne. Kurt is a tailor, a lowly peasant in King Anderson's eyes. What will Blaine do when he discovers he is betrothed? What will happen to the couple?
Hi, this is my first of many Klaine fics. I'm not sure how long I want to go with this, so any comments will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 1.
Kurt mindlessly moves the expensive fabric through the rusty sewing machine, his worn hands going through the natural routine. Humming mindlessly as he does so, trying to block out the sound of his colleague being yelled at; the customer bringing the product back, with no complaint just "It didn't suit me." It happens, and when the shop loses money, the workers pay for it.
Kurt straightens his back as the boss passes behind him, dragging a chair to the side of Kurt's worktable. He presses his lips together, fearing the worse. He stops his work and looks to Mr. Figgins.
"I have chosen you Kurt, for a very important opportunity." Figgins announces in his stern voice.
The only good thing about Mr. Figgins is that he gets to the point.
"May I ask what it is?"
"You are to go to the castle, Prince Blaine needs dinner wear for an upcoming event."
Kurt can tell Figgins had quoted that from who ever delivered the message.
His eyes widen, he had never been anywhere with flooring other then broken, cracked wood since his mother's death. "I would be honored, when am I to be there?" Kurt grimaces, unsure if that sounded 'royal' enough. He hopes to not make a fool of himself this is a wonderful occasion.
"Tomorrow, you will be escorted from your home." Figgins gets up, indicating the conversation is over.
Kurt smiles, knowing the pay from the upcoming job will help his father and himself greatly. He already makes a decent amount, seeing as he's one of the best suit makers in the town; he can't imagine how those less fortunate even survive.
Kurt continues work in stride, excited to get home and tell his father.
When the day finally ends he basically bursts out the door, running home. His father wouldn't be home yet, but Kurt wanted to get supper done so that when he is he can tell him. His dad had always been proud of him, but after everything he's done for Kurt. Kurt feels he needs to give back. His dad is a blacksmith, making armory for the guards and soldiers. It doesn't pay much as it requires little education; peasants aren't given any education, other then the trades learnt at home. Kurt's mother was a seamstress, though boys usually become what their fathers do; Kurt was not suit for his father's profession. That was obvious. He loved his mother's work, and he's good at it. So it worked out in the end.
Kurt wiped his hands on the stained rag, just finishing the cabbage soup. The first thing he'll do after getting his pay, is prepare a meal other then cabbage soup.
As he sets the bowls on the table, Burt comes through the door.
"Starting dinner early?" He observes, coming towards the table.
"Well I wanted to tell you something." Kurt pulls out his father's chair, Burt sits down. Raising his eyebrow allowing Kurt to continue.
"I'm still getting over the shock, Sebastian is who's usually giving these jobs. And it's tomor-"
"Kurt, please get to the point."
"I get to be Prince Blaine's tailor; for an evening, but after he has one of my suits I'm sure he'll never want to anyone else." Before Kurt can continue, Burt envelops him in a lung-crushing hug.
"That is amazing! Good for you kiddo." Kurt smiles into his dad's shoulder.
They continue small talk, Burt nodding although he doesn't understand most of what Kurt is talking about.
"You should get to bed early tonight, they will probably send you there early."
"I don't think I will be able to fall asleep." Kurt laughs. Heading to their shared bedroom. It's the only room with a door, besides the bathroom.
"Goodnight, son."
"Night."
Kurt has been up for hours. Pacing, checking his hair, making sure he knows proper etiquette. His excitement from last night gone, replaced with nerves.
Burt had left for work already, leaving Kurt with as much enthusiasm as he can.
There is a hard knock on the door, basically breaking it off its rusty hinges. Kurt jumps out of his seat, opening the door.
Two guards stand there; Kurt can see a carriage behind them.
"Are you Kurt Hummel?" A guard with a deep, low voice asks.
"Y-yes." Kurt stammers. His nerves are getting the better of him, and the swords resting on the hips of the guards aren't helping.
"Come with us, you have been summoned by the royal Anderson family." The same man answers, moving aside to let Kurt through.
Kurt simply nods, following them to the carriage. He had never rode in one before, his excitement returning.
The ride was rough and bumpy, until they got on the paved path to the palace.
When it was in sight Kurt's jaw dropped.
It was huge, and magnificent. He couldn't even think of proper words for it.
The castle and outer wall is made from grey bricks. The roof meets in the middle resembling a triangular prism.
Kurt didn't know a structure this large existed. He was even more amazed when he stepped inside. There was red drapery along the walls, matching red carpet leading you in. Every surface spotless, every plaque and candelabra polished. Kurt's eyes enlarge when he looks up, a large golden chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His mind reeling as the guards checked for any weapons on him.
"The tailor I presume?" Kurt could barely acknowledge that he was being spoken to.
"Yes, Kurt Hummel." Kurt takes in the lavish clothing, bowing his head respectively.
"My son is in his room, Sir Finn Hudson will escort you there." Kurt bows again, suddenly self-conscious learning he just spoken to the King.
"This way." A husky young man, Finn Kurt assumes. Points his hand in direction.
Kurt silently follows. Taking in every large portrait, it looks like several generations, all with the same background. Kurt recognizes King Anderson, and the portrait next to his must be Blaine. Kurt almost stops in his tracks. Unlike all the others, Blaine has a hint of a smile. In a Mona Lisa, sort of way. Kurt's eyes are drawn to his big eyebrows, but right under them. His eyes are exquisite, like the chocolates in the shop he passes in the morning.
Finn stops, causing Kurt to almost run into his back.
"The servant already put all the supplies you would need, Blaine is most likely practicing on his piano. You can go on in." Finn shuffles back down the corridor they came down.
"Alright, thank you." Kurt calls after him. As he steps up to the door, Finn was right, Kurt can hear the faint sound of music. He doesn't remember the last time he heard music. Kurt pauses, not sure if he should disrupt the prince. Finn had assured him that he could go in, so Kurt turns the handle.
Blaine is sitting on a bench in front of the instrument. His fingers running across the keys in practiced perfection. Blaine's back is towards Kurt, but he can clearly see the defined muscle through the red coat.
"Excuse me?" Kurt is hesitant in raising his voice.
It was enough.
The music stops, and Blaine's body turns in the chair. His eyes investigating Kurt, particularly how he's dressed. The once white, turned yellow brown shirt. Hanging too loosely on his small frame. His wood brown trousers, sprinkled with various holes. Regardless of the clothing, the boy is beautiful Blaine thinks to himself. Kurt's light blue eyes, and chestnut brown hair perfectly framing his pale face. Blaine doesn't think he's ever seen anyone like Kurt before.
"Yes?" Blaine raises his tick eyebrows. Its so surreal seeing him in person, he's more handsome Kurt thinks to himself. Slightly blushing "I'm Kurt Hummel, I was sent as your tailor." Kurt informs. Entwining his fingers, unsure of what to do.
Blaine flips his feet over the bench. He gets up, and strides over to Kurt. Placing his hand out "My apologies, where should we begin?" Kurt takes the hand, hoping Blaine doesn't notice his sweaty palms.
"That would be up to you, sir."
"You're the professional." Blaine chuckles. Seeing that Kurt seems uncomfortable he tries again.
"We could start by exchanging ideas." Blaine suggests. He leads Kurt to an oak table, sitting across from him. The two discuss. Kurt's opinions become more frequent, as he gets used to the situation.
Blaine shows him his workspace, in the corner of the study. Kurt gapes. There's everything, mannequins, sewing kits, needles and what looks to be a very expensive unused sewing machine. His eyes land on the thin, yellow tape.
"Before I can begin, I need measurements." Kurt grabs the tool.
"Oh yeah." Blaine quickly sheds his luxurious layers of clothing.
"So we-you can spread your arms. I'll start there." Kurt stammers. He has seen many men in nothing but their underwear before; this part has never been awkward for Kurt. He tries not to let his eyes wander, masking his face.
Blaine looks down; hoping the young tailor doesn't see his blush. Whom is smoothly twining the tape through and around his body.
Once Kurt has the numbers down, he silently gets to work. Blaine is summoned for a lesson.
Kurt sits in his padded, embellished chair, the back of his mind taking over his limbs; his mind on the handsome royal.
Hey so thats chapter one. I will be uploading the next one soon.