Title: The Prince and The Pirate
Author:
Itskara
Rating:
M
Pairing: Kurtbastian
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
Relations: Kurt – 18 yo prince and upcoming king
Puck – 23 yo Kurt's custodian
Quinn – 18 yo princess, getting married to Kurt
Sebastian – 23 yo captain
Blaine – 21 yo sebastian's best friend

The city bathed in the sun's bright rays. The distant forests and mountains were a blur of grey and white. The distant dark blue sea was alive with fresh waves, small and yet powerful. A strong, and yet lonely, breeze occasionally blew through the trees, causing leaves to rip of the trees and sail through the air. The people in the city were tending to their business, some walked alone, others were in a group of two or three, sometimes, there was more. Humans are curious creatures, you know. Soul witness to history, they could be. They could act out of anger, love, lust, friendship, care… There was so many possibilities. How wonderful it would be to live among them, don't you think? Fleeting memories rose from the dark shadows of the mind, and he could remember a time when he took a step out there. To him, the world outside was nothing but a fleeting dream. Based on who he was, he would be tolerated to take a step outside. He was-

"Kurt, pay attention!" A middle aged man cut through his thoughts, causing him to rip his gaze away from the windows. He looked down at the child in anger, demanding, "Were you listening?"

"Yes, father, I'm listening…" Kurt drawled, his eyes going to the windows at his side again causing his father to curse, and walk over to the window. He roughly grasped the curtains and pulled them over, concealing the windows from sight which caused Kurt to groan in distaste. Kurt Hummel, the only son of his parents, and their last hope for the throne. He was a young eighteen years old, with eyes the colour of sea blue, tinged with a little brown. His skin was a pale white, which goes perfectly with his chestnut brown hair. He was thin, and short, yet had a good build. Now, his parents… They were two unhappy people. Very unhappy with how he turned out. They wanted their only son to be a natural leader, willing to listen to his parents without causing rebellion.

"Listen to me, son!" His father yelled.

'Oh,' Kurt thought, dejectedly, 'drone on and on, I'm not going to pay attention anyway… I'd much rather be elsewhere…' He heaved a sigh of boredom, and his father shook his head, shouting, "Kurt, I'm serious! When we die, you're the first in line to the throne! And I want to be sure that I'm leaving our home in capable hands!" He watched as his child rolled his eyes. He wondered where on earth his son had picked up that horrible attitude of his. If he were anything like his father, he'd be focused, hard working, demanding, and eager to take the place of the throne. Kurt would just sit around, and mope about being the first in line for the throne. His son was a stranger to him, and even his wife. Neither of them knew what was going on inside his head anymore. His distrust in them had intensified over the years, and never would he tell them about anything. Their son might as well be someone different entirely. "Kurt," he began again, gaining his son's attention and he gently said, "Please, would you try to pay attention?"

Kurt sighed, "Father, I don't want to be next in line for the throne. I don't want to govern over our city," He stood up, and walked past his father, heading towards the huge windows, and opening the curtains again, "I don't want these people to look up to me. I don't want to solve their problems, or advice them. I don't want any part in it. I'd much rather be out there with them!" Kurt spun in circles, "They do such silly things! I love people, I want to be one of them!" He smiled.

His father watched his inspired lunacy, wondering if he was taking a leave of his senses. His son was so hard to understand. He eventually lost his patience, "Kurt, you are MY son, and you WILL obey my orders!" he yelled "And remember, your future wife will be here in a few days, and I don't want you acting like some demented child!"

"Call that bat my wife again, I swear I'm going to be sick." Kurt said disgusted.

His father rolled his eyes, and heaved a sigh of exasperation before storming out of the room, leaving Kurt to himself.

Kurt had decided to get some fresh air, and think a little more. He really didn't want to have anything to do with the throne. It was all a mistake of birth! He didn't want to be the Prince of his home, which was named Elysion. Elysion was a large kingdom, for lack of a better word, but was solitary in the sense that there were no other cities within miles of it. The journey to other cities was long, and very rarely did someone from their city venture beyond their gates. Unfortunately, Kurt wasn't even allowed to venture into the city. His parents demanded he be kept inside the castle walls, and they were certain it would instil a sense of superiority into him. But of course, Kurt was a complete rebel to the idea. He hated nothing more than being treated like he were something special. He was only human, and that's what he wanted to be. Among humans, is where he wanted to be. His strict parents were so against the very thought of it, they made sure someone was keeping a constant vigil on Kurt.

"Hey, Kurt!"

Speak of the devil…

Kurt turned to look at Noah, a tanned, muscular and quite dumb man, smiling down at him, "You look miserable!" Noah chimed. Noah was a great guy, and Kurt found it easy to get along with him. One of the main reasons why he was chosen to look after Kurt was because of his amazing strength. Should anyone try to sneak into the castle, which happened once, and harm Kurt, Noah would be there to protect him. Then, there was also if Kurt tried pulling a stunt, and sneaking out of the castle, and on those several occasions, Noah had to put the child over his shoulder, and carry him back to his room, like a naughty child. That being said, Kurt respected Noah for what he did, and was quite fond of him, and his company.

"It's this," Kurt began, then did a very convincing imitation of his father, lowering his voice, making it sound very crackly, and old-aged, "You must act more princely, and take the throne, Kurt!" he took notice of Noah's amused look as he finished with, "Business.." and went back to his own tone of voice. "My father is coming down hard on my because I want nothing to do with the throne."

Noah sighed, "You should be a little easier on them. After all, you're like, their only son, you know."

"Mother is still young, she CAN have more!" Kurt whined. He wished that was true… His mother wasn't exactly… young. She was more… verging on the age of a grandmother, which was quite sad, in Kurt's professional opinion.

Noah reached out, and patted Kurt on the head, smiling affectionately, "Maybe if you gave it a chance, then you'd enjoy being Prince." he tried, encouragingly. "And your future woman will be here soon, so you're going to have to get a grip of the situation."

"That," Kurt began, stumbling over his words, wondering which were most appropriate to describe the witch his parents had forced him to swear his love to, "That witch is not my wife!"

Oh, please, wind, take me away! He thought, stretching out his arms, raising them, and tilting his head up to look at the blue sky. He just wanted to get out of here!

Kurt had went back to his room soon after he got a bit of fresh air, and Noah had left him alone. His moment outside had done nothing to ease his worried mind. If anything, it only seemed to intense his worries. He had got to thinking. After he were King, how often could he venture outside into the palace gardens without getting swarmed by thousands of servants, either asking for his orders, or wishing to tend to him? The answer was never. Which just pissed him right off! He didn't need their help, and more importantly, he didn't want it. Walking over to his huge bed, and falling down on it, he sighed heavily, raising a hand to gently massage his head. Dear God, it was only a matter of days… Once his wife… He closed his eyes. Ah, he shuddered just thinking about that woman as his… wife. Once she arrived here, his parents would get the wedding underway, and that would be it. Once he kissed her, and accepted the vows, that would be it. No more dilly dallying for him, or playing around. His childishness, as his father put it, was going to have to stop. What was so wrong with having a little fun, Kurt wondered. That's all he wanted to do. Have a little fun.

His wife wouldn't put up with his lack of maturity either. She always had some remark to make about his "immaturity" as she put it. Yeah, well, Miss Tight Ass who has absolutely no idea how to smile, laugh, or even giggle, for Heaven's sake, Kurt was very happy with his immaturity. He wouldn't phrase it like that, but hey, everyone else was a critic. Rolling over onto his stomach, he folded his arms in front of him, and rested the side of his head atop them. He closed his eyes, willing sleep to take him, and give him a taste of some sweet dreams of being outside the castle walls. He felt just like a trapped bird, caged, and unable to do anything about it. His windows were the gaps between the bars of the cage, and his only view to the world outside. He hated the feeling of being trapped, and he'd suffered it all his life. One brief taste of freedom was all he asked for, and he continued to pray to whatever Gods there were up there that he would get the chance. He hoped for nothing more… Just the freedom to fly, vacantly like an eagle… The prospect was so far from him, but he still adored it. His hate for his parents only intensified as his thoughts continued. There was a whole world out there! One that he would never get to see… If the world was anything like Elysion, it would be a wonderful place.

So often he had looked out his windows, and observed the people out in the city. They were all so carefree. They were free. Able to fly like eagles, anywhere they saw fit. Then there was the nights, when they would walk hand-in-hand with their cherished ones, or give gifts to their loved one. It would be nice… To have someone like that… Someone who you loved dearly, could spend all the time in the world with, and never worry about being dragged away from them due to whatever. Kurt didn't feel like that for his soon-to-be bride. Yes, she was attractive, but she just wasn't what he was looking for. He couldn't describe it, when he didn't know what he was searching for himself, but he knew she wasn't that special person. His special person had to understand his need for freedom, his desire to be a normal human, and making him feel safe. He didn't think there was a single person out there who could understand him, and for that, he wanted to keep his heart closed off from others, but he was forced to offer it to a princess from another kingdom. One more of the reasons to despise his parents. He didn't love her. Hell, he didn't care for her either, and now they wanted him to profess love to her, his undying will to keep her safe, and happy…

He wondered though.

Why was it so bad for him to dream of a different life, and want it so much?

His parents just didn't trust what they couldn't explain. They were perfectly happy as King, and Queen, and wondered, why couldn't he feel the same?

"Kurt!"

Kurt sat up, and turned to look at his mother. She had a stern look on her face, and a murderous glint in her eyes, "Stop giving your father such a hard time!" she demanded.

Kurt scoffed, "I wouldn't need to if he listened to me. You too…"

"What are you whining about?" His mother demanded, the fury clear in her tone.

"If what I say isn't exactly what you want to hear, you just dismiss me, and frankly, I'm getting sick, and tired of it." Kurt snapped. Very rarely did he lose his patience, and his ability to smile even at the most inopportune times, but he'd make an exception for this.

His mother shouted, "How dare you raise your voice to your mother! I gave you birth!"

"Oh, how un-motherly are you?" He taunted, turning away from her, and he smirked when he heard her stomp from his room. Finally, some peace, and quiet…

Now, he could dream…

Dream, he did.

Dreamed of the festival that took place in Elysion every year. The sky was dark as night came, but the streets were alight with the multi-coloured street lamps, which all had strings of colourful decorations connecting each of them to each other. The streets were crowded as people gathered for the parade, and performances. Some other families had taken their children to look at the small shop stalls, and bought them whatever they asked for, putting a smile onto their child's face. Amid the crowd, Kurt watched, an expression of wonder, and happiness on his face. Never had he seen the festival up close. He had to watch it from his bedroom windows, and the view was terrible. The people around him were alive with laughter, and happiness, either cuddled with their loved ones, or their family members. Kurt was by himself, but he didn't care. His parents were the last thing he wanted with him, as they'd just ruin the wonderful moment with some of their criticism of this wonderful event. Kurt watched as the guys in traditional costumes twirled, and danced, keeping in sync with the playful, jolly, and happy music being played by the band atop a stage.

An huge firework went up from behind the stage, bursting into a thousand silver particles as soon as it reached the center of the sky. The silver particles floated down towards the crowd, and Kurt felt a tickle when one landed on his nose, and diminished doing so. He reached up with his hands to touch a few more, the people surrounding him doing the same. "Beautiful…" Was a whisper right next to him, and he nodded, his very core burning with happiness, and the freedom he was allowed to taste. This… This was far too perfect… The very idea of being able to do this… It was amazing, and Kurt wanted to make every moment last.

The guys and girls stopped dancing, then a whole array of fireworks shot up into the sky, bursting into a thousand sparkles, and Kurt couldn't deny, the very look of it was absolutely beautiful. He felt his lips curl into a smile as he closed his eyes, and lowered his head, wishing dearly that someday, he could actually witness the festival up close. Just once… That's all he wanted… If only his parents were kind enough to grant him just one time. Then, maybe he'd learn to respect them. If they weren't so caught up in providing the "perfect" heir to the throne, and so intent on changing him, Kurt would care about them. But why should he try for them? Especially when they weren't going to try for him.

But just once…

He'd love to witness this festival up close.

"I don't know where he gets it from…" Kurt's father muttered, cradling his head in his hand, trying to massage it, and soothe the impeding headache. His brat-of-a-son had given him the headache with all his talking back, and refusal to listen to him when he was trying to teach him the ways of a King. Kurt needed to wise up! He truly did… If he was going to be a leader for the people, he needed to wise up, and act older than his age. The people of Elysion would look to him for advice, aid, and wisdom. He was going to be a leader, whether he liked it or not.

"Neither do I. He's nothing like us." Kurt's mother agreed, sitting on the huge bed she shared with her husband.

"Maybe if we let him have one day outside…" He began, turning to his wife, and as she looked up at him in surprise, he continued, "If we do that, it might make him happy, and happy enough to listen to us."

"No, absolutely not!" His wife stood, shaking her head, "My son is not spending one day out there! He'll start getting ideas!" That was one thing she feared. If he spent one day out there, and loved it, then he'd start to overstep his bounds, and go out as often as he could, "Give that brat an inch, and he'll take a mile, do you understand me?" She had no doubt in her mind that Kurt would do so. She wouldn't give him yet another reason to disobey them!

Her husband sighed, "But he only has a few more days before he is to marry. Maybe we should-"

"Should what?" His wife demanded, stepping forward with purpose, and it was times like this, he considered her an absolute pain in the ass, "You let him do this, and that's that! He'll demand more, and when you don't give him it, his attitude will get worse." She stopped, taking a softer tone, and she reached out with a hand to touch her husband's face, "I don't think we could do anything to satisfy him. He just doesn't care, anymore."

He lowered his gaze to the floor, wondering if he could say anything to convince his wife to allow Kurt one brief taste of freedom. She had a will or iron, and a heart of steel. She wouldn't bend the rules for Kurt, or let him have that which he desired so much. He was just concerned that if they denied Kurt freedom for much longer, Kurt would eventually grow tired of it, and act on his own. Kurt was crafty, and he knew the castle very well. He was also sneaky, and that concerned his father a lot. Who's to say Kurt wouldn't attempt to sneak out during the middle of the night?

He wanted to believe his son honoured them enough to not even attempt it, but Kurt was unpredictable… There was no way of telling what was going on inside his head.

"Come to bed, it's late." His wife said, and he nodded.
~~~~~~~~~

When Kurt woke up, it was pitch black, and it made question, had he really been asleep for that long? It was quite light when he fell asleep, and now, it was so dark. Sighing, he pushed himself up, and off the bed, coming to stand on his very light feet. He swayed for a moment, before shaking his head, and trying to come to his senses. He walked over to his windows to find the streets completely empty, devoid of any people. He heaved a sigh of disappointment. Just what was he going to do now? He wouldn't be able to fall asleep again, and there was no people out in the streets to observe, so what did he do? He walked over to the huge mirror at the other side of the room, and studied himself for a moment. Damn, this stupid Prince attire… He looked down at it, and eyed it in disgust. His daily Prince attire was knee length brown boots, black trousers, a red long sleeved shirt with gold buttons, golden cuffs, and silk, brown gloves. The top of his trousers were adorned by several brown belts, and small chains at the left side. There was also a golden necklace around his neck. It wasn't too extreme in comparison to what his father wore, but it was still a symbol of royalty, which is why he hated it. Then, something caught his attention in the mirror's reflection. Whirling around, and looking out the window, he caught sight of an enormous ship, and just judging by the black flag attached to the ship's pole, that was a pirate ship. Moving carefully, and quietly, he left his room, and began to quietly run down the corridor, eager to find out more.

"Find some supplies, and be quick about it! You get lost, you get left! It's as simple as that!" The captain ordered, turning away, and walking back to his cabin.

"You got it, Cap'n!" All of the men shouted, raising their hands, deadly grins in place, as they got ready to do some killing, and stealing. Maybe even some kidnapping! There was NEVER anyone worth kidnapping! They were always screaming, "No, please!" or "I'll pay you if you leave me alone!" or "I'm begging you!"
In which case, it was easier to kill the whelps, or wenches. For some occurrences, it was quite sad. The people they found could be nice looking, but with the non-stop whining, they'd rather kill them.

The Captain stopped at the door of his cabin, the darkness casting a shadow over his face, and smirked, "Have fun, boys!"

Kurt had managed to slip past the castle gates without a hitch, and he thanked the Gods above for that. How fun would it be to get caught, trying to sneak out at this time of the night? Especially when there was a pirate ship just at their port. Running forward, he kept to the side, and in the shadows, hoping to avoid getting caught by anyone.

He wondered what the hell he was doing, and to be honest, he didn't know. Maybe curiosity just got the better of him… Or maybe he just wanted this opportunity to get out into the city… Or maybe he wanted to observe this new set of people. Father always told him pirates were foul, and evil beings, worthy of a fiery death in hell. In which case, Kurt simply wished to test the theory. As he came closer to the ship, he noticed how big the ship truly was. Damn, it was huge! Whoever was the Captain of that masterpiece should be really happy with themselves! As he walked closer, his eyes gazing up at the ship, a cold, and cruel voice made him stop,

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?"