Kurt stood silently in the middle of the cold morning garden. Snow had yet not began to fall, but the misty air revealed the cold nature of the weather.
On his head was an elvish hat of sorts. It was pointed at the top and looked like a poorly made cone from rags.
Kurt pulled on the hat slightly with both hands on each side, before picking up the hose and continuing to spray and water the hydrated plants. The plants sparkled and glistened in the small sunlight from the cold rising sun.
Behind Kurt was a magnificent mansion. Well, it was between a mansion and a house, and protruding from it was a tired and annoyed looking Jermiah.
"Kurt! " He yelled from the doors.
Kurt jumped a feet high, pulling his hat down his head.
"Yes?" He asked.
Jermiah shakes his head. "Where is my breakfast?" He asked bluntly.
"On the kitchen table." Kurt replied.
"Did you cooked the food according to my instructions?" He asked.
"Yes." Kurt said.
"Good. Now work faster. I can see the grass growing." Jermaih said, shutting the door behind him.
"Okay." Kurt said.
He continued hosing the garden, making sure and taking all care to make she he doesn't spray the animal. Particarily his squirrell friend, Chandler. He seemed to notice the creeping squirrell right then.
"Kurtsies!" It squeaked.
"Hi. " Kurt repliled, smiling. Chandler frowned, or seemed to be frowning.
"Why do you work here?" Chandler asks.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked, furrowing his brows.
"You know what I mean." Chandler said.
"Oh," Kurt said, having caught on." I need to get money to pay my dad's medical fees. He's still in a coma." Kurt finished, looking sadly.
Chandler looked down.
"I need to get a stable salary, and you know..." Kurt said. " Who would hire a servant like me?" Kurt said.
He had porclelain skin and brunnette. Though untrue, he looked weak.
Kurt moved over to turn the hose off when he was done and wrapped the hose up and put it on a stand.
"Anyways, It's not as if I would stay here too long. He'll get out of his coma." Kurt said, turning to Chandler, who was following him.
Kurt looked doubtful however. Chandler smiled.
"Yeah." He said. " Do you want an acron?" He asked.
Kurt laughed a little and smiled.
"No, it's alright." Kurt said.
"How are you then?" Kurt asked, wiping his hands on a towel.
" I am good. I found extra acrons to prepare for the winter." He said.
"Oh right, the winter." Kurt replied. " I suppose I won't be seeing you then." He said.
"No. It's way too cold." Chandler said.
" Alright." Kurt said. He looked at Chandler. " Are you cold? I could knit you a small sweater or something." Kurt suggestedly helpfully then.
" Oh no Kurt. You'd be surprised too. These furs are really warm." Chandler said, patting his own ears.
Kurt chuckled. " I suppose." He moved his hands to pull his hat down.
"Why do you do that?" Chandler asked.
"Do what?" Kurt asked.
"Pull down your hat." Chandler replied. Kurt blushed and placed his hand to his side.
" Habit from the nerves." He replied.
Chandler frowned. " Nerves?" But before Kurt could answer, a loud bang sounded.
"I SAID! Get working! " Jermiah yelled, a louder bang followed, and Kurt's hand automatically pulled down his hat as he moved towards the house. He gulped then.
"See you then, Chandler." Kurt said.
Chandler nodded before running away.
Kurt shook from the wind as he rushed into the house.
"Here is a list of things I need you to finish today, and if I am not satisfied... "Jermiah said.
"I'll get fired." Kurt said solemnly.
"You'll get thrown out." Jermiah corrected.
Either ways it'll mean that I can't pay the medical bills. Kurt thought.
He took the list from Jermiah who left the room.
1. Clean all the rooms.
2. Do the Laundry.
3. Fix the broken floorboard on the thrid floor.
4. Tailor a new suit for me.
5. Cook lunch
6. Take out the trash.
the dishes, etc.
8. Fix the roof.
9. cook dinner for two.
10. Set the donner for two.
Kurt looked at the last two things on his list.
"For two...?" Kurt wondered. He never ate with Jermiah and he knew it wasn't him that was going to.
"Then who..." He thought.
He began to move towards one of the fourteen rooms in the house. And like every single other room, it was messy.
Kurt moved towards the floor to pick up all the clothes. Laundry will be a much bigger problem.
twelve hours later, Kurt had a huge dinner prepared, as Jermiah asked later.
He was about to collaspe when Jermiah rushed him out of the room and the door bell rang. Kurt went downstairs to the basement where he lived. He peaked from the basement door to the front doors. When Jermiah opened the door, Kurt had to stifle a gasp. It was prince Blaine.
As much as Kurt tried to stop the hard pounding of his heart, he couldn't. The prince was charming. He had honey gold eyes and a kind face. His hair was curley but gelled down. Kurt wondered if he ever wore his hair without gel.
When Jermiah came closer, Kurt closed the door even further, leaving a slit for Kurt to look through. Blaine smiled at Jermiah and placed a gentle kiss to Jermiah's hand. Jermiah blushed, but Kurt's heart ached for some reason unknown.
Kurt never believed in love at first sight, and he hadn't changed his views. Maybe he had been working too much. Kurt closed the door reluctantly. He slid down the other side of the door in exsaustion. He could hear through the door what they were saying.
"You have a lovely home." Blaine complimented. Kurt thought his voice was really sweet before he reprimended himself.
"Thank you. I am sure yours are too." Jermiah said. "You look charming today."
Kurt noticed that Jermiah had changed his personailty completely. He seemed really kind. The prince could fall for him. He didn't let himself stay and instead he moved downstairs to his simple room that contained a desk, old lamp, plain bed, and a chair. He also kept his little possessions there.
Kurt fell into a deep slumber. He dreamt of his old life when his family were still happily together, alive and happy.
"GET UP!" Jermiah yelled.
"Well, you're back." Kurt muttered.
"What?" Jermiah threatened.
"Nothing." Kurt squeaked. Pulling at his hat.
"Why do you keep that ridicoulous hat?" Jermiah asked.
Kurt shrugged.
Jermiah rolled his eyes but let it go.
"Okay. Well I need you, porcelain to get out of the house for an hour." Jermiah said.
Kurt's eyes widened. Jermiah never suggested for him to go outside. He knew it probably wasn't for his benefit, but he accepted the oppertunity.
"Okay." He said, leaving the house with the money he has before Jermiah changed his mind. The temperture wasn't anymore merciful than the day before.
The city of Henton is crowded with merchants all trying to sell their products. Kurt glanced over and around. Nobody was asking him, obviously due to the way he dresses. Kurt looked down shamefully, looking for the small hospital.
As he was looking, he saw the castle in front of him. It was beautiful. He remembered when he was a child, and how he always wanted to live there. He looked away.
A baker actually went ahead and tried for Kurt's attention.
"Fresh bread! Only for fifty cents." He said. Kurt smelled the bread and felt his hunger from the lack of proper meals. He walked faster away to the baker's dismay.
The hospital was near by and when Kurt arrived, he asked the nurse for Burt Hummel.
"He's at the end of the ward." The nurse said, shooting a sympathetic look at Kurt. Kurt paced faster towards the end of the hall.
When he entered, He found his father lifeless in the room. He sat at the old chair beside Burt. Kurt held back the tears with vain. He began crying silently beside the comatose father.
A doctor walked in. He eyed Kurt. Kurt sniffled and wiped away his tears. Kurt looked at the man. The man held up a copy of a white peice of paper. Kurt felt dread in his stomach.
"Your bill, sir." He said. Insensitively shoving it in front of Kurt and eyeing him suspiciously.
Kurt took the bill. He looked up at the doctor. " How much?" He asked.
"I am afraid," He said, though he seemed pleased, " that the bill totals to a hundred dollars. Kurt paled. He had seventy dollars at most with him from working these past few weeks.
Kurt took out the crumpled money and passed it to the doctor with shaking hands.
"Get out." The doctor said. Kurt gasped.
"No, please, sir-" Kurt said.
"GET OUT. Come back when you get the rest of the money." He said harshly, pushing Kurt out of the room.
Kurt reached for the door, but the doctor yanked him away. Several nurses gasped.
"No! Please!" Kurt sobbed, histerically moving towards the door. The doctor pushed Kurt out on to the ground.
"If you want to see your father again, get the money." The doctor said, before shutting the door.
Kurt picked himself up and walked stumbling to a dark street corner. His legs gave out and he slid to the ground.
"Please..." He whispered, begging to no one in particular.
Tears trailed down his pale face. Rain began to fall.