Author's Note: So I decided to start the stories you voted for a little earlier than planned!

This story is a fairytale!Klaine fic with gypsy!Blaine and prince!Kurt.

I was inspired by Blaine's proposal speech, you know the part where in every lifetime Kurt and Blaine choose to come back to each other? Well, this could be one of the lives!

Enjoy!

No beta. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of it's character's. I'm not affiliated with anybody nor will I make any profit from this story. I own absolutely nothing and am just humoring my own insanity. I don't know or own the actors that portray these characters. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Glee, Fox and anyone else that has patent over Glee and it's characters. Hope I covered everything I don't own.

~C.

(Chapter 1)

In another time, and in another place, where those of royal blood ruled the lands, there lay a small kingdom. The bloodline that ruled this kingdom was the Hudson royal family, a monarchy that was kinder than most and crueler than others. Their land was not as vast, and their citizens did not outweigh the other neighboring empires by any means. There was no need to conquer and there was no need to wage war. The Hudson family managed to keep the peace between their many nearby kingdoms, and they lived amongst one another in harmony.

The citizens of the Hudson kingdom adored their queen and they loved her son, the young prince who would one day become their king. But the kingdom has not been safe from all tragedy. They've experienced grief and loss just like any other, Queen Carole especially who lost her husband to illness before their little prince could grace the world with his presence, and the citizens wept for their kind-hearted queen. She mourned her husband for years to come, the responsibility of reigning over her people and raising a fatherless prince all on her own weighed on her greatly. Her citizens were glad she at least had Prince Finn to bring her happiness though, the little boy being all that was left of their deceased king.

Luckily, the world was kind enough to give the queen another chance at love. A love that the citizens never expected, Queen Carole had a whirlwind romance with one of the Hudson family's stable hands. That man was Burt Hummel, a lower class laborer who knew his way around just about every type of horse. He was a well-respected man in the lower quarters of the kingdom, someone who easily broke up bar brawls with his intimidating stature yet still managed to be a gentle giant when it came to his son, Kurt. But like Queen Carole, Burt had also experienced the loss of a loved one, his wife killed when robbers attacked her for her loot and provisions while on a pilgrimage to a nearby village. Gypsies were suspected, it was widely known that it's their nature to pilfer and harass after all.

They married in the spring. All at once, Queen Carole gained a husband and new son; Prince Finn finally had a father and was now a brother; Burt became King Burt with a new wife and another son; Kurt was now a prince with a new mother and older brother. This questionable union confused the citizens, some outright furious about lower class blood tainting the royal line, but most of the people were just delighted for their queen. Burt had always been known as a man of impeccable character, and if he was responsible for making the queen happier than they've seen her in years, then the citizens were happy too.

At first, Prince Finn was as confused as the citizens were with his mother's new union. First the laborer and his son were joining them for dinner on occasion and now suddenly they are members of his family. His mom seemed to like Burt enough he supposed, and it was nice to finally have a just king to look up to that wasn't a portrait. Sometimes the prince even felt as if he was bonding with the man who had swept his mother off her feet. It was because of her that Finn began to give a Burt chance, over the years even developing a father-son relationship that was as strong as one would be if they'd been of blood relation.

His son was another story though, mostly because he'd heard rumors about the young Hummel boy. The other stable hands that used to work with him were quick to gossip about Kurt, warning their prince about the young man now living near his bedchambers. Prince Finn didn't quite understand what they were trying to tell him. Neither of the laborers wanting to outright say what they meant for fear of their words getting back to their new king, it was no secret how protective Burt was of his son after the boy lost his mother. But Finn remembered their words, keeping an eye on his new younger brother for anything suspicious.

For a while he thought maybe the sun had gotten to the laborers, the heat and hard work making them see things. His new brother seemed cool actually. Sure he was picky about what fabrics his clothes were made out of, sometimes going as far as to sew them himself. He had better manners than Finn, for some reason he never seemed to get dirty either, and he got along better with the maidens in their kingdom than the knights, but so what? The weirdest thing he noticed about Kurt was that he was more into reading books than sparring with him and the men.

That is, until one day something happened that made him remember the laborers' words. He was just emerging from a hot bath when Kurt had barged into his room, letting him know that his mother was summoning him for some affair or another. Kurt didn't get the chance to express his words however, the younger prince pausing at the sight of a nude Finn. Not expecting to see the scene before him, Kurt couldn't help the blush that rose on his fair cheeks, glasz eyes unconsciously trailing over the older prince's exposed form. Everything clicked into place with that one incident, Finn shouting at the other young man in anger and Kurt mortified that he allowed himself such a slip.

After Finn found some trousers, him and Kurt got into a heated argument. Finn was upset by the discovery, the subject of men with other men only ever having come up when he was hanging out with the knights, and their comments about it was never in a good light. Kurt was more hurt than anything else that the person he's come to call brother would react so negatively about a mere aspect of who he was. A servant must have alerted their parents of the loud discussion, the king and queen descending upon their sons and attempting to assess what was wrong. The most surprising thing about it all was that when Finn told his parents about what he suspected Kurt was, neither one seemed all that surprised.

That night turned into a long talk for the four family members, during which Kurt remained curled against his father's protective side. They relayed to Finn how important it was that Kurt's secret would remain just that. Also how knocking was a good thing to do before entering anybody's room. Burt was by no means ashamed of his son, and Carole seemed accepting of Kurt's preference, but they all knew how the kingdoms and its citizens viewed this lifestyle. Kurt's life would be in danger if anybody but them knew, titles be damned. That thought alone was enough to cause Finn to rethink, because as much as Kurt's liking for men was confusing to him and maybe even made him a bit uncomfortable, he couldn't ever see himself despising his little brother for it. Would his people really want to hurt Kurt because of it? How can that be? Kurt was their prince, their friend.

Truthfully, things didn't get better for the brothers overnight, but with time they developed an understanding of each other. The both of them gradually found it easier to interact with one another, to speak freely with each other about every aspect of their lives, to become as close as any real brothers would. Because Kurt was his brother, and Finn was going to be King. Therefore, it was his job to make sure no harm comes to his little brother. It's just…sometimes he could see how lonely Kurt got, how keeping up the ruse would take it's toll on him. He didn't like it, and he couldn't make it better, but that doesn't mean he didn't try.

"Finn, for the final time, I said no." The younger prince huffed, only half paying attention to his stepsibling. "Now turn around. I need to see how it fits the back."

The other grumbled, stiffly turning around in an outfit that still had some carefully placed pins in it. "But it will be great fun. I know you'll enjoy yourself."

"Oh, yes. Swimming in a filthy river, sleeping among the putrid smell of festering metal-heads, drinking mead and devouring whole pheasants all hours of the night…I am overjoyed by the opportunity, dear brother." Kurt commented sarcastically. "Hold still. This seam is sewn too tight and this one needs to be let out." He added two more pins. "I think that will do it. You may change back into your other clothes."

"Thank God!" Finn hurriedly shuffled behind the wooden changing screen, throwing his formal outfit over it and shoving himself back into his day clothes.

Kurt rolled his eyes as his hard work landed on the floor, careful to gather the articles up and lay them over the chair for alterations later. He wandered over to where the parchment with his sketch of Finn's new formal wear was, grabbing the quill and making notes of the alterations needed. "Now you are certain the fabric breathed well?"

"Clothes can breathe?"

He rolled his eyes, "Never mind. Just tell me if the cloth was comfortable."

"Very!" Finn said happily, emerging from behind the screen with a smile. "Thank you again for making me a new formal outfit, Kurt. I would have gone to Emma like mother does, but the seamstress takes far longer than you do!"

"Emma refines every detail twice as much as I do. It is just her way." Kurt shrugs, "and you're welcome. I've been meaning to try that design out on someone for a few winters now."

"Thanks little brother, I am in your debt!" Finn clapped Kurt on the back, making the lither male stumble slightly.

"A debt that seems to grow faster than it can shrink."

"How can I repay you when you never let me?" Finn smirked.

"And exactly how have you even attempted to repay me?"

"Just a moment ago, I tried to invite you to the tournament the Abrams kingdom is holding and you said no." He countered, frowning a bit at his brother rejecting an invitation from him yet again.

Kurt stared for a moment, "Repaying me means that you would do something beneficial for me, how does accompanying you and the knights to the tournament sound like anything I would enjoy?"

Finn sighed, "How do you know whether or not it would be enjoyable if you don't at least try?"

"Perhaps because I do not much care for the knights and they do not care for me?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You've never even given them a chance."

"Because they've been so quick to give me one?"

"Kurt." Finn said tiredly, giving his younger stepsibling a sincere look. "You can't spend all your time alone. You're prince, building relations with our people is the only way to gain their trust. How can one reign over the citizens if one truly does not know them?"

He snorted, "So you do listen when the king speaks?"

The older prince smiled, "I happen to catch an anecdote here and there."

Kurt shook his head in amusement. "As interesting as that idea is, it is thankfully not my concern. You are the heir to the throne, Finn. The next king, a fair and just one that the people already love." He said it warmly and without malice. The younger prince having never even thought about the crown for himself, knowing his brother's kindhearted nature was the best thing for the kingdom. Especially when prejudice and cruelty still lined the hearts of many citizens.

"Never assume anything, little brother. You are second in line, if I were to die, you would become king."

A hard shove was thrust at Finn's shoulder, Kurt appalled by his brother's words. "Do not ever speak of such a thing you big lug! How can you even joke about something so awful?!"

The younger prince's face was twisted up in anger, upset his older brother would even joke about that. Finn wilted, "I was merely trying to make a point."

"Well, don't. Not like that."

"But it must have crossed your mind. It could happen, just as easily as it happened to my father."

"Except your father did not have me." Kurt placed a hand on Finn's shoulder, looking up at the taller prince. "We're brothers, I would sooner allow harm to come to myself than to have it happen to you."

Finn smirked, "Likewise brother."

"Good." Kurt smiled, patting Finn's shoulder lightly before he urged him towards the wardrobe. "Now, Emma was kind enough to mend the rip in your formal travel clothes. You barely have enough time to change before you are to depart for the Fabray kingdom."

The older prince didn't move with the younger's ushering, just stood in that one spot, shifting from foot to foot. "About that…"

Kurt paused, and then narrowed his eyes. "Finn Hudson, please do not tell me you are backing out from a pilgrimage once again."

"I don't even understand why mother insists that we go on these pilgrimages anyway. It is not as if the princesses don't have knights of their own to escort them here."

He stared blankly at Finn, "It is because Quinn is exactly that, a princess. Royal tradition states that your duty as a prince is to escort princesses to formal functions they have accepted an invitation to."

"But these trips are always so boring." Finn groaned. "Can't you just do it this time? You get along with Quinn and her handmaiden Brittany better than I do."

"Because I escorted Princess Kitty and her handmaiden Marley the last time. It is your turn." Kurt countered, watching as the older prince began to sulk. "Why are you acting as if this is some chore for you? Are you not courting Princess Quinn?"

Finn eyed his brother carefully, trying to find the correct words. "I was for a time, but only because mom and Burt pushed me to do so."

"So you do not wish to court her anymore?"

"No, and please do not tell anyone. Let them think I am courting Quinn. It is better this way."

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, "Is it not cruel to lead Quinn on like that?"

The taller prince scoffed, "Quinn will be fine. It is Sir Puckerman that she has recently set her sights on."

"That poor knight. She'll eat him alive." They both laughed, Kurt relaxing his defensive stance. He may not be very close with Quinn, but he would like to think she considered him a friend. "I'm sure my dad and Carole would understand if you told them that you do not see yourself marrying Quinn. There is no need to keep up a charade if it is not required of you. It is better to unburden yourself before it begins to weigh on you."

When he spoke, Finn knew it was from personal experience. "And what if…it is required of me?"

"Pardon?"

He sighed, "I know keeping secrets is burdening, but I feel if others knew who I was really courting, very few people would be accepting of it."

Kurt's eyes widened, his curiosity peaked. "You've been courting someone? In secret? Who? Why?"

"This affair is very recent, and I'm not sure what it will develop into as we continue, but I've enjoyed our time together…for the most part. I-I think this has potential."

"That's great! Finn, the king and queen would be happy that you've found someone who's company you enjoy."

Finn hurriedly covered Kurt's mouth with his hands, shushing him loudly. "Please do not tell them anything. I don't want to have to bring this up with them until I know exactly where this is going." He carefully removed his hands from Kurt's face. "She's not a princess, Kurt."

The younger prince was intrigued, "So she is someone you met in this kingdom? What family does she belong to?" Kurt smiled, curious as to who managed to put that blush on his brother's face. "I promise not to tell. It will be our secret."

He stared at him for moment, thinking. "Her name is Rachel, and she—she belongs to the Berry family."

"The Berry family? Wait. Finn, is she…?"

"The bar maiden from the lower quarters? Yes." Finn confessed, "I may have drunk too much mead with the knights that one day you had to cover for my absence, and passed out in her father's tavern. I awoke in her home with her watching over me."

"Slightly disturbing."

Finn scoffed, "Rachel did not realize I was the prince at first. She thought I was just another knight, until she discovered my royal crest."

"That must have been a shock."

He laughed, "A bit, but she adapted to the news fairly well. She wouldn't accept any gifts as a token of my appreciation, said it was her duty as a citizen to watch out for her future king."

"How noble."

"Right?" Finn was beginning to pace now. "So I took her on a picnic instead. I had to do SOMETHING to thank her, and this was all she would agree too."

"I bet." Kurt smirked devilishly, the action going unnoticed by Finn.

"But then, I couldn't seem to just leave it at that. We began to meet each other outside the palace walls."

Kurt narrowed his eyes, finally understanding where this confession was coming from. "You're trying to get out of escorting Princess Quinn so you can go gallivant with your secret woman."

"Rachel is not my woman!" Finn blushed, grumbling all huffily. "But if referring to Rachel as my woman will get you to escort Quinn for me this afternoon…"

"Not a chance, Prince Hudson."

He paused in his pacing and threw his hands in the air, "Aw come on! You know I'd do the same for you—" Finn quickly cut himself off, hunching his shoulders when he realized what he'd said.

"I know, Finn. I know you'd do the same for me…if you could." Kurt exhaled a breath slowly, all the fight leaving him.

Finn was determined to backpedal. "Kurt, KURT. I-I'm sorry. I forget myself for a minute. Please forgive me."

He scuffed his boot on the floor, head lowered as he refused to make eye contact. "There is nothing to forgive."

"I did not mean to upset you."

Kurt looked up at his brother and tried to smile, even though it did not reach his eyes. "Who's upset? Not me. I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to explain my absenteeism to Mercedes."

"Absenty—what?"

Smiling, Kurt clarified. "We were going to raid the fabric vendors that came to town today."

He let out a hesitant chuckle, "I do believe she was joining Rachel, Sir Evans, and I today. My apologies, as I forgot to relay Lady Mercedes' message to you."

"But why would she…" Kurt didn't even need to finish his statement before he realized what Finn meant. "Her and Sam? Why has she not mentioned this bit of gossip to me?"

The older prince pursed his lips, "Perhaps it simply slipped her mind."

It was clear Finn was not being truthful, Kurt furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to figure out why everyone around him was keeping secrets from him. First Finn, then Quinn, and now Mercedes! Did they not think he could keep a secret? Or is it just that…oh. "You all have deliberately kept your relationships secret from me."

"No!"

"No?"

"No…I mean, perhaps yes, but only because we did not wish to boast about it to you."

"Why? Because I can never do the same in return?"

Finn sighed, aggravated that he couldn't explain his actions properly. "We merely saw no need to have you feel left out. We were thinking only of you."

He was taken aback by that answer, surprised his friends would consider his feelings when it came to their relationships. "Oh." Kurt breathed out, continuing to silently process this information, and attempting to hide how he indeed felt left out. "Well, you be sure to give them my regards this afternoon." It was fairly hard to be angry with them when their assumptions were valid. "As for me, I'll be escorting Princess Quinn to our kingdom. So you best run along now."

"Kurt…" Finn began, frowning as his brother desperately tried to cover up his feelings with another smile. Kurt was trying to hide his pain, and after so many years, he no longer fooled the older prince.

"No, no." He chuckled faintly, his glasz beginning to shine wetly. "If you believe this Rachel may be your chance at true love, then I will do everything I can to give you every opportunity at happiness."

"You don't have to—"

The younger prince held up a silencing hand. "At least one of us deserves to find one to cherish, to find the one we wish to spend the rest of lives with. And as you said, you would do the same for me. That is, if I had the possibility."

"You will." Finn said with conviction. "One day you will. I promise."

Kurt peered out the window of the horse drawn carriage, daydreaming as Quinn and Brittany prattled with each other. Normally he made the effort of conversing with them, but today he wasn't feeling very sociable. Maybe it was because of what he discovered, how no one felt comfortable enough to discuss their love life with him. How much they felt sorry for him, pitied him. It made him feel tragic.

"I am honestly appalled at how late you were to escort us, Kurt. It's already well past dusk." Quinn commented.

He sighed, "My apologies Lady Fabray. I did not keep proper track of the time during one of my drawing sessions."

"Oh Prince Kurt! Have you designed another gown for my lady?" Brittany chimed in excitedly. "You always make the most gorgeous formal gowns."

The prince smiled, always grateful when someone appreciated his work. "The formal wear was for my brother, Prince Finn."

Brittany turned and whispered to Quinn, "I bet Prince Finn looked very handsome in his new gown." Princess Quinn merely rolled her eyes at her handmaiden.

He chuckled at her statement, turning to look at the girls sitting across from him. "I have a few I've drawn over the last few seasons, perhaps you and Quinn would like to take a look?"

"Oh my lady, may we?" Brittany turned her pleading blue eyes towards the princess, innocently hopeful.

Quinn thought for a moment, "I suppose we could. Did you have a design in mind for me?"

Kurt nodded, "I did have this one gown in mind for you that I imagined with fabric dyed the color of the midafternoon sky—"

The horses pulling their carriage neighed loudly, Quinn and Brittany shouting in surprise when the carriage skidded to a halt, their bodies thrown towards Kurt. He felt the whiplash himself, his head banging on the wooden backing. Kurt grit his teeth through the oncoming pain as he reached out towards the girls, stopping them before they could fall forward.

"What happened?!"

"Why did we stop?!"

Before Kurt could give his own inquiry, screams and the sound of striking swords could be heard. He instinctively reached for the sword resting at his waist, unsheathing it as he heard the cry of agony from a fallen knight. "Ssh! Stay in here. Do not make any more sounds."

"But our knights—" Brittany began.

"I will see what the commotion is." Kurt cut her off. "You just protect your lady."

The handmaiden nodded. "With my life."

He nodded, moving over to the door with his sword ready. Kurt pushed through the carriage door and landed in a fighting stance on the ground below. The sight before the prince shocked him. There were bandits robbing the carriage of it's loot, and knights trying to fend off the fleet of ambushers. Already there were knights slain on the dirt road, the robbers quick to strip them of their sturdy armor. He was sure with the number of knights traveling with them on this pilgrimage that no bandit would approach, but it was obvious he was wrong.

Kurt's eyes widened when he realized that the knights had outnumbered the bandits, and yet, one by one the royal guards fell. The small band of robbers striking fast and hard, some even taking on two knights at a time. To his disbelief, he could see a female bandit taking on three knights with ease. Another bandit was sifting through the cargo strapped to the back of the carriage, claiming a prize they already believed to be theirs. There was only one type of people Kurt had come to know that could be this ruthless, and judging by the clothes they wore, the prince had little doubt in his mind that he was wrong.

The prince gripped his sword a little tighter as he whispered, "Gypsies."

A blade cut through the air, Kurt quick to raise his sword to block it. There was another man's face inches from his, baring down on his blade to try and get Kurt to buckle under the weight. All the prince could see was a hardened amber gaze. "Have a problem with gypsies?"

"Besides the fact you're all thieves?" He pushed with all his strength, throwing the gypsy off of him.

The gypsy chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he stalked around Kurt. "Just like an ignorant noble."

He was going to protest, but then three quick strikes of the gypsy's blade were aimed at him. Kurt was barely able to block the attacks. "Noble?"

"Knight, royal guard, whatever you wish to call yourself." The gypsy shoved Kurt back and went to land another blow, his dark triangular eyebrows furrowing when his blue-eyed opponent blocked him once again. "You may be scrawny for a knight, but I admire your reflexes." He delivered three swift cuts of his blade once again, but a little bit harder this time. When he was blocked just as he was before, he began to laugh. "Nice, very nice."

Kurt stumbled back, the bones in his arms still vibrating with the last attack. "You enjoy fighting?"

"I enjoy a challenge." Again the gypsy swung his blade at Kurt, testing for a weak spot. The other young man continued with his blocks, his eyes never leaving the gypsy's. Their clinking blades continued to ring throughout the rapidly approaching night, the sound of the other bandits' swords dying out as the rest of the knights fell. Now, neither one wanted to admit to a stalemate, but, well…"Why. Do. You. Not. Strike. Me." Each word was punctuated with another swing of his sword, the last swing making contact and slicing Kurt's arm.

The prince screamed when pain erupted, his free hand reaching up to squeeze the bleeding wound below his shoulder. If Kurt were any slower his arm would have been sliced in half. He glared at the gypsy as blood trickled down his arm and dripped upon his blade. "You want me to strike you?"

He grinned, twirling his sword that now had Kurt's blood on it. "What I want is for you not to hold back."

In lieu of answering, Kurt did just that. He clenched his teeth through the pain and sliced the sharp edge of his sword through the air. His hits weren't as powerful as the gypsy's, but they were indeed faster. The hazel-eyed gypsy evaded and blocked the other's sword, bravado faltering when Kurt's attacks seemed to get impossibly faster. He couldn't even attempt an attack, not with the barrage of swings coming from what looked like all angles. The next time a shout rang out, it was the gypsy's, Kurt smirking confidently as more blood covered his sword. It just wasn't his own. "There. Now we're even."

Flicking his gaze up, the gypsy glowered. His hand was covering a portion of his leather hide covered torso, his vest sliced on the left hand side of his lower abdomen and secreting blood, the white sleeve of his shirt dotting with dark crimson. He gripped the handle of his sword tighter, "You will pay dearly for tha—"

A loud screech could be heard just at the right of them, the gypsy woman that'd been fighting before now holding Princess Quinn by her golden hair and resting her bloody sword against the princess's pale throat. "Lay your sword down, Porcelain." She pressed the blade a little harder against Quinn's neck, the princess screaming as the sharpened edge began to pierce her delicate skin. "Or the princess here won't have a head to rest that pretty, pretty crown on top of."

Kurt's sword was immediately lowered, the male gypsy forgotten as he immediately began to move towards Quinn and that female bandit. "You leave her be!"

The prince didn't get far, a jaw-jarring punch ramming against the side of his head. He stumbled to the floor, sword slipping from his grip as he blinked blearily. His vision was blurry, and his head throbbed almost loudly. Kurt didn't even register the kicks at first, the second punch to his face is what brought him back to somewhat coherency. The prince curled into himself, his main concern being to protect his face and slender tummy from any more hits. Despite the onslaught, he could make out two distinct voices.

"Was that really necessary, Santana?"

"Most people would say thank you."

"I was doing just fine."

"Whatever you say, boss man."

He let out a whoosh of air when a kick was perfectly aimed at his stomach, the prince coughing and wheezing as he tried to regain his breath. "Enough!" The male gypsy said, or at least he suspected it was him. "Tie him up with the others."

The blows ceased and hands were suddenly on him, jerking him up as they positioned him this way and that on the dirt floor. His arms were yanked behind his back and coarse rope was tied tightly around his wrists. He must have still been dazed from the beating, because he didn't even attempt to fight them, just swayed dizzily as they pushed him to his knees. Someone was crying next to him, and when he looked over he realized it was Quinn. Brittany next to her in a similar position on her knees, hands bound even as she attempted to comfort the princess.

"It will be all right, my lady. Please do not cry. You will get all red." It looked as if she wanted to hug her with the way her shoulders hitched up, but Brittany just frowned, shuffling closer to Quinn to huddle against her comfortingly.

"They're going to kill us. They're going to kill us!" She sobbed.

"No they won't." Kurt tried to croak out, coughing on his own bloody tongue. He may have bit it during the struggle.

"Oh yes we are." A gypsy smirked maliciously; his poison green eyes unsettling against his blood splattered face and his smile making him look equivalent to an evil chipmunk.

"Sebastian." A familiar voice said warningly, the gypsy, Sebastian, rolling his eyes and moving away as another gypsy walked towards the tied up trio. "I will decide if any more blood needs to be shed."

"Right, right. Well that's boring, so I believe I will just loot through our day's earnings." He shrugged, strutting towards the items they stole.

The gypsy sighed, looking run down and exasperated. Kurt blinked up at the gypsy that was taller than him now. He had olive skin and curled dark locks on his head. His chest was broad under the cheap fabric of his gypsy clothes and his limbs were toned with muscled tendons. The prince had never seen another man like him before. He swallowed thickly, grimacing at the coppery taste in his mouth. "You've already taken all we have. Just leave us here and go."

Hazel eyes were directed back at him again, curiousness reflecting within them. He didn't respond right away, merely regarded Kurt with a calculating look. It was the gypsy woman, Santana, who stepped forward and spoke first. "Leave you here? Hah! What a funny, funny knight you are." She nearly purred at him, walking over and putting the tip of her blade under Quinn's chin, urging the princess to lock eyes with her. "Why would we do that when we have a perfectly decent princess we can kidnap for ransom?"

Quinn sniffled, attempting to shuffle away from the sword. Brittany hopped forward on her knees, trying to take attention away from her lady. "Be careful! You'll hurt the baby!"

Kurt's eyes grew wide. This was even a surprise to him. Santana didn't seem shocked by it, more intrigued than anything. "Really?" She bent down on one knee and grabbed the princess's chin more fiercely, peering into her eyes. "Imagine what we can get the child's father to pay to get his precious little family back."

The princess's eyes watered some more, "Please, no. I haven't even told him yet."

Is that why Quinn was eager to get to their kingdom? She wanted to tell that knight she was bearing his child? Sir Puckerman could be a father, and he doesn't even know? Wait, is it even Puck's child, or is it…? "Take me."

"Did you say something, Porcelain?" Santana glanced over at him, uninterested.

The prince looked over at Santana, glasz eyes cold and hard. "I said, take me. Take me and let the women go." That child, that baby, it could be his future niece or nephew. More than that, it could be Finn's heir. He couldn't let these gypsies bring any harm to the child, not to Quinn or even Brittany. "I promise to go willingly."

Santana was laughing again, or more like cackling. "You want us to let this opportunity escape us? Leave the one who could make us rich, and for what? A puny little knight like you?"

"Not a knight. A prince. First in line to the Hudson throne." He heard the girls beside him gasp, no doubt catching his lie. But the gypsy outcasts wouldn't know that, nor should they need to. "I can guarantee you the heir to a kingdom is much more valuable than a pregnant unwed princess."

"Kurt." Quinn said his name softly, worried by what he was doing. The prince ignored her, keeping his focus solely on the gypsy.

"Did you say Hudson? From the middle kingdom?" The gypsy he'd been fighting with earlier stepped in front of him, still holding his bleeding side.

"Yes. That's correct." Kurt looked up at him, his face still hurting from the punch he'd received earlier. He thought he even felt blood trickle from his nose.

The lady bandit didn't seem too impressed. "Oh come on, Blaine! That kingdom is one of the smallest of the lands. What do we want Prince Lady for when we have this scandalous princess?"

"Santana." Blaine ground out her name, the woman huffing and begrudgingly standing up to move away from the bound girls.

"We never do anything I want!"

"Was the attack on the wagon not your idea?" A hulking gypsy behind them asked.

"No one was speaking to you, Karofsky." She growled his way, and then turned back to Blaine. "Blaine, boss man, you can not seriously be considering taking this boy over the princess? She's practically a goldmine."

"I am, Santana, and we are." Blaine, seemingly the leader of their little band, stared down at Kurt, honey eyes dark and focused. Kurt could feel himself beginning to whither under his intense gaze, body straightening up a bit more and defiantly trying to remain stoic. He swore he saw Blaine's jaw tick, his bloody fingers curling tighter against the wound in his side as he grinned a slow devilish smile. "Take him."

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