A/N: I'm back again with a new story. I'm Not Gonna Teach Him is coming to a close in the next few chapters so I decided to start on this little fic while it's been on my mind. It was inspired by the wonderful MGemy's Within story. Although it has nothing to do with Beauty and The Beast I fell in love with the Prince!Blaine and Medievel theme so, here it goes. Happy reading :) P.S. I still don't have a beta so I'm going to be a little slow getting the chapters out, but I go on break soon so I'll get as much done as possible. K, thanks...
.:The Silent Clothier:.
Kurt was abused as a young boy. Not by his parents, who loved him dearly, but by the town boys who all grew to be masculine farm hands. He, however, was different. He was pale, lithe, and very effeminate. The other boys were into drinking, rough housing, and girls, whereas he was into books, theater, music, and boys. Liking his own sex alone was a sin in his town's eyes so they constantly berated him, shunned him, and when left alone would beat him. His parents tried to protect him, but Kurt didn't want to stay locked in his house like the many tales his mother told him of young fair maidens locked away from the world to be saved by a knight in shining armor upon a white gallant horse- although the knight in shining armor wouldn't hurt. Instead, he chose to go to town to show people that he was proud to be different, to be himself, and not a soul could tear him down. Truthfully though, he was being beat down, quite literally. He didn't know if he could go another day, but he forced himself to; to face the evil that was this town. It wasn't until his eighteenth birthday when he found out just how evil a hell he was living in.
It was late at night, all was calm, and he and his family were just getting ready for bed when a crash followed by a dreadful scream pierced through the house. Kurt ran to see what it was and saw that house was on fire. Someone had thrown a torch through his parent's window encasing them in flames. He tried to see through the smoke, but it grew too quickly. He tried to step through, but kept finding dead ends through the fire. He could hear his parents screaming as they burned, and everything just became too much. He felt dizzy and his lungs felt heavy and clouded. He couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even move. He braced himself against the wall as he tried to pull himself through the hall to the back door. He soon realized that every window in their small house was broken from where lit torches had been thrown. He thought he was as dead as his parents when he heard laughter surround him and hands grab him. For a moment he thought he was saved, but his torment didn't end. He still couldn't see, and he felt choked with fresh, clean air trying to get to his burning lungs. All he could do was hear jeering laughter and taunting around him as he was dragged through mud. He was dropped to the ground with a thud and he tried to open his eyes but everything spun with great speed. He clenched his eyes shut and just laid there. He was in and out of consciousness as five village boys surrounded him laughing. They had decided to go to Kurt's house and burn his family's sin, but one boy decided that they needed to teach him a lesson before sending him to the burning depths of hell, so they rescued him just to torment him further. Kurt doesn't remember much, just continuous laughter, and hands all over his body, ripping his clothes. He feels a piercing pain continuous pound his body from his head to his knees that made him cry out before he went numb and whiteness fell over him. About this time a man on a white horse rode up at the sight of smoke. The boys panicked and ran leaving Kurt laying there, bleeding to death in the mud, naked and cold. The man on the horse dismounted and tied his steed to a nearby tree before inspecting the disaster. The house was in flames, falling in completely. He ran around the perimeter of the house looking for the people who lived there, calling out hoping to find someone alive, but he heard nothing. He got to the back of the house and called out again, but still nothing. He hung his head and started back for his horse when he heard a whimper. The man froze, looking all around for the sound. He took light steps in the direction until he sighted a boy in the pig pen. He ran to his aid finding him unconscious, barely breathing, barely alive. He ran back to his horse and pulled out a blanket from the saddlebag and wrapped the boy up, carrying him back to the horse where he cradled the boy as they rode to the castle where he hails. Kurt came too about an hour into the ride feeling warm. He cringed at the pain he felt everywhere. He tried to speak, but nothing came out but faint sounds. The man looked down and smiled.
"I'm glad you're alright, but you needn't worry. You're safe now. I'm taking you to a doctor, just go back to sleep."
Kurt was blown away by such kindness. He couldn't tell if he were dreaming or if this was real. He tried to say something, but he couldn't, he got a blinding pain in his head, and closed his eyes to blackness. Not long after, they arrived at the castle gate. The guards standing at attention halted the horse.
"Good evening Sir Blaine. Is everything alright? You're not due back for a week's time?" The guard asked.
"I was headed through Lima when I saw smoke. I found a house burnt to the ground, no one was found but this man. He's badly injured and I need to get him to see the doctor." Blaine spoke quickly.
"Let's not waste time then." He turned to the other guardsmen, " OPEN THE GATES!" He yelled.
He stood back to his post and bowed to the officer before letting them strode through the gates and into the castle's courtyard. He dismounted with Kurt still in his arms allowing the stable boy to take the horse. He walked quickly through the front doors and was met with Puck and Finn who helped take Kurt to the hospital wing. Charlotte greeted them and wailed over this poor boy before setting to work, shooing the men out of the room. Blaine dismissed his faithful servants and paced the hallway in front of the door where Kurt now laid. After a while of waiting he slid down the wall to sit on the floor looking up into the heavens praying for life. It was well into the next morning before Blaine was stirred awake by Charlotte's smiling face.
"You may see him now your highness." She said.
Blaine got up without a word and entered in the room unsure. Charlotte pushed him along up to the bed. Blaine was astonished at the beauty that lay sleeping peacefully before him. He watched as his brow knitted together and he started twisting in his sleep. Without thinking Blaine took his hand and squeezed it making him at peace again.
"He likes you, sir." Charlotte winked at him.
"I don't even know his name, or if he has any family." Blaine whispered still holding Kurt's hand.
"You'll find out soon enough. He should be waking any moment now, sir." She smiled as Kurt stirred.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open as he looked around. He didn't know where he was but he felt warm and safe. He looked up and was met with hazel eyes that blazed through his whole body. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't.
"Poor dear." Charlotte rushed to his side, "Hello, sweetie. You're okay. This is Blaine and I'm Charlotte. Blaine found you last night after a fire and it looks as if you were badly beaten… Blaine brought you here and I fixed you right up. You're safe now."
Blaine looked at the broken man. The tears welling in his eyes and the strain he had on his face just made Blaine want to take hold of him and never let go.
"You just rest, sweetie. Blaine will be right here with you, okay?" Charlotte ran her fingers soothingly through Kurt's hair.
Kurt closed his eyes and drooped into the bed. He barely remembers last night. All he can recall is screaming, laughter, pain, then white. He opened his eyes again and looked at Blaine who smiled sadly squeezing his hand. Kurt smiled up at Blaine and mouthed thank you to his savior. Kurt could feel his vocal cords straining against his throat trying to work, but still nothing.
"Don't push. You could hurt yourself even more. It's probably from all of the smoke you inhaled." Blaine explained.
Kurt motioned for parchment and a quill which Blaine fetched quickly.
"Thank you. I'm Kurt." He scrawled and held it out for Blaine to read.
"Hi Kurt. I'm Blaine." He replied.
"Where am I?" Kurt asked.
"I brought you to the castle. I was riding through Lima on business when I found you."
"Are you a knight?"
"I'm technically still in training. I'm prince of Dalton." Blaine answered.
Kurt blushed suddenly realizing how improper he has been.
"Do you have any family?" Blaine asked.
"I lived with my mom and dad, but they were killed…"
"I am so sorry, Kurt. I wish I would have gotten there sooner…"
Kurt hurriedly scrawled out something more.
"There's nothing you could have done. I can't confirm who, but there were five guys and are probably my regular tormentors."
"You mean this was all on purpose?" Blaine asked shocked.
Kurt nodded.
"Oh, Kurt! I vow to find these men and punish them severely."
"Don't worry about them. Just don't make me go back there… Please!" Kurt pleaded.
"You never have to go back! You can stay here as long as you wish." Blaine smiled.
"Okay you two love birds. Kurt needs his rest. Out you go…" Charlotte shooed.
Blaine sighed before moving back, but Kurt grabbed his shirt sleeve keeping him there.
"Will you come back to see me?" Kurt asked.
"Of course. I'll be back and eat dinner with you." Blaine smiled before grabbing for Kurt's hand again and kissing it softly. Kurt smiled, a blush filling his face. Blaine bowed and left quickly from the room.
Kurt motioned Charlotte over and scrawled out a message, "Thank you for taking care of me."
"You don't have to thank me, dear-y. I'm just the help… I hope you don't mind me saying, but I think the prince fancies you a bit." Charlotte grinned.
"I don't think the prince would fancy a peasant like me." Kurt replied.
"You could have fooled me. Now I want you to put the parchment away and rest now. Blaine will be back for dinner in the evening, and I still have to find you suitable clothes." She fussed.
Kurt followed orders and snuggled down into the heavy comforters before shutting his eyes and drifting to sleep. He didn't realize he was that tired. He headed off into a deep sleep and dreamt about what happened, but all the bad seemed to go away when he dreamt about those beautiful hazel eyes.