AN: Welcome one and all to chapter! I hope you like the first chapter with little!Blaine and little!Kurt. Writing them as kids is a lot of fun. Hope you enjoy! Again, thank you coffeeheidi for the awesome corrections for the chapter!
A long time ago, in a far away kingdom, lived a prince and a village boy. The prince was the only heir to the throne without any other siblings. The village boy was too the only heir, to his father's blacksmithery. Together they coexisted in this wondrous kingdom of the name Gienseng, coexisted for, at that moment, neither boy new of the other's existence. That would all change however, when a concerned mother would make a pack with another. A pack that, unknowingly, would change the course of history in mountainous ways, especially for the young prince and village boy.
Chapter 1: The Mothers
Clear sky melted from violet to blue as the sun rose over the horizon, the golden rays stretched upon the rolling hills, tickled the forests, and kissed the rivers and lakes blue. Far in the east, beyond the sea and past the mountain caps of white snow lay a kingdom, tall and strong, named Gienseng. As the sunbeams engulfed the kingdom in the morning, someone so little, yet of such grand importance lay in bed, refusing to acknowledge the breaking day.
"Your highness! Your highness!"
The voice of a woman broke the tranquil scene as she bustled about the large room. A mound was snuggled in the bed of reds and blues of heavy feathered sheets. This mound groaned at the woman's voice, shifting, but moved no further.
The woman, hair pulled back off her face, donning simple but well cared for clothing, poured water into a basin before picking up the abandoned clothes littering the cobbled floor. With one glance at the mound, she shook out the shirts and pants, than folded them quickly. "Your highness." She called out once more. The mound stayed silent and still.
Grinning fondly, she stated, "Oh goodness, Prince Blaine, it's nearly midmorning! You should be up! Little boys like you need to be up. Up and dressed to go outside and use up that boundless energy you have." Her voice lowered as she quipped, "And keep that energy out of my hair…what little is left of it anyways."
A head full of wild black curls popped up from the mound of sheets, locks flying about as the boy rubbed at his eyes with fisted hands. He groaned, and with a sleep riddled voice, responded, "But, Rosieee," he drawled out, "It's not like I'm allow'd to p'way with the ow'ther kids of the court, let alone go outside and 'act as low as a common villager.'" The boy's voice, not yet able to pronounciate everything correctly, went lower at the end as he mocked the words that was previously preached to him. "Besides I'm not a wi'ttle boy," He added, pouting, finally done clearing the sleep from his eyes.
Rosalina's eyes turned sad as she gazed upon him, "I know your highness, maybe you could go for a ride today instead? Or have another lesson with Sir Leon? It might be nice to get a few tips from him on your mathematics work."
The young charge flopped back on the bed with a loud groan. "I'm tired of riding a'wone. I tire of learning a'wone." The aging maid breathed out heavily through her nose and didn't answer but to lay out the young prince's outfit for the day, for whatever he chose to do that day.
Blaine rolled out from the sheets, head peeking up from under them. His hazel eyes were bright and they locked on Rosalina's pudding colored eyes; they were sad and tugged at the elderly's heartstrings. Almost too quiet to hear, he asked, tone fearful and just a bit hopeful, "Rosie, do you think I can ever play freely? Do, do you think I'll ever find a true friend?"
Rosalina froze for a blink before she slowly approached her charge and knelt at his bedside. Eyes inches from his, locked in gaze, she replied equally as soft, "I dare say you will, my little prince." Her hand came up to cup his jaw, her thumb stroking the apple of his cheek. "You are a bright ball, happy, pure and true. You love with everything, and you are a good boy, Prince Blaine. You will find someone to share everything with, your adventures, your fun, and your heart, little prince. You will find this person and when you do, you'll protect them at all cost. For they are you and you are them. Like two halves of the sky, you are the day and they will be the night. Believe me little one, that person will come."
A single tear fled from the prince's eye and fell upon the woman's hand. The hope shone deep in his orbs, yet his tone sounded scared to dare for such a thing, "You really believe so Rosie?" Rosalina's heart broke for her prince and she silently cursed the cruelty of her king. Eyes closed at that crack in her heart, she leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead, "I truly believe that in the purest corner of my heart, little prince."
She rested her forehead against his for a single moment before pulling away and climbing to her feet. She smoothed down her skirt and fixed her hair but made no move to wipe the silent tears from her face. "Come now, Prince Blaine. Let's go see what your mother is up to today. Maybe you can join her in her duties?"
Blaine rolled out of bed, dropping to the floor like a raggedy doll. "Fine," he mumbled into the colorful rug under his bed.
"Up, up, Prince Blaine," Rosalina swatted at him with a pair of pants she had been folding.
The boy stood, splashed water on his face, and dressed quickly, shirt unknowingly on backwards. Rosie finished putting away all the clothes and turned to the ready boy. "Well? Off with you!" She shooed him out with a wave of her hand, a warm smile spread across her face.
Blaine could never resist a smile and after a moment of deliberation he surged forward and hugged Rosie's legs. He then graced her with a large beam before dashing out of the room and down the corridor and up the stairs to his parent's room.
Unlike Rosalina, Blaine's mother saw the despair in her son's heart and she knew how lonely the boy was. But the king was a hard man and did not heed the words his wife worried about. Queen Amelia was fair and kind but what most did not know about their queen was that she was sly and resourceful. Being married to such a man since her teen years made it so she learned quickly how to get her way through unconventional means yet make it seem like it was the best for everyone.
So if her son needed a friend, a true friend, then he would have one. The king be damned. Civil status be damned.
Blaine grinned to the two guards standing outside of his mother's room and picked up speed as the two swung open the heavy wooden doors; a practice between the three of them as Blaine often flew into the room every morning.
"Mother!" A shrill voice shouted merrily and Amelia turned on the spot to embrace her son after his grand entrance. "Mother, I have nothing to do!" He bemoaned into her gown, "What do you think we should do today?"
The mother smiled softly and kissed the full head of curls in greeting, but before she could respond, Blaine had roughly pulled away from his hug, frowning deeply. He stuck out his tongue, eyes locked on her gown. "What on earth are you wearing, mother? I don't like this dress. It's icky. And gross." He dramatically wiped his hands on his vest, apparently the grossness of the gown was catching.
Bemused, Amelia stared down at her little boy, "Well then, that won't do!" She exclaimed, playing along. "Why don't you pick something acceptable for me to wear, Blaine."
Blaine beamed up at her, done sticking his tongue out at her dress, "Okay mother!" He raced over to her wardrobe and flung open the doors before plunging into the sea of fabrics.
She smiled fondly at the goof before turning back to glance out of her window. Her eyes, green like forest pines, were caught by the busy market below. The market. A pale face splattered with freckles and bright blue eyes came to the front of her mind. Melinda.
Turning on the spot, energy caught her heart and she smiled as she clapped her hands together, "Alright Blaine! Do you have something suitable picked out for me? Because I have an idea of what we could do today."
The boy in question, almost lost in the fabrics, pushed aside a yellow dress, exposing his head, curls frizzy and wild and an impish grin on his face. "Really! What?"
He threw himself from the wardrobe, battling his way out from the sticky tentacles of the monsters. Newly freed, Blaine shook his head, trying to move the curls from blocking his sight as he grinned up at his mother. His excitement was palpable as he bounced in place, "Oh mother! Where are we goin'? What are we doin'?" He asked, voice high in exuberance.
His mother always came up with the best ideas! He was so excited!
"Shoppingggg…?" He drew out the word, trailing along after his mother who walked tall and gracefully through the crowds, a sharp contrast to her son who walked with slump shoulder, noddley arms all but dragging on the ground as he walked.
"We'll be quick, love, I just have to pick up some new fabrics for a new dress, since you obviously do not approve of half my things." The queen quipped as her eyes scanned the charts looking for that familiar stand.
Blaine groaned in response, regretting the critic he had for his mother's dress, but really that puffy mess looked like horse dung. But when his mother said she had something in mind, he thought they were going to the creek outside of the gates to have a picnic and catch fireflies at night like they had the last time he had spent the day with her. He had not thought she would have them go shopping!
"Oh hush, Blaine, we won't be long," Amelia scolded fondly, ruffling his hair as he caught up to her. Quick eyes scanned the crowds, smiling to those she made eye contact with. They ventured deeper in the lower village and the queen began to fret. Was the cart no longer out? Was it out of business?
But then she spotted it, a simple thing, but with colorful ribbons tied to the posts that blew in the wind. Amelia grinned to herself and grabbed Blaine's hand, "Come on, love, I found the cart!"
Her son groaned in response to which she could only laugh, too delighted to take to heart his displeasure.
Heart racing and head high, she approached the cart who's attendant had their back to them. "Melinda," Amelia said quietly, suddenly a bit nervous about the whole thing as she came face to face with the woman from her past. She was afraid she would have to repeat herself louder this time, as the other had not responded to her name in the loud marketplace.
But the woman in question finally turned, blue eyes wide in shock. Her face quickly rearranged itself into a pleasant smile before she curtseyed, "Your highness," she greeted Amelia politely.
Queen Amelia's eyes were sad at the movement but she smiled nonetheless, "Oh Melinda," she said, meaning to correct the other's reaction but stopped short, as she knew this wasn't the place, and Melinda knew that as well as she sent Amelia a sharp look. Amelia cleared her throat, not noticing Blaine as he slipped out of her grip. "I need to purchase new fabrics for some dresses. And I know you have the best…"
Blaine left the conversation quickly; not wanting to listen to the discussion on which color would better fit his mother's skin tone. He was about to turn around and go meander among the carts around but then a shot of movement caught his eyes. Curious, Blaine ducked down. Beyond the cart, and behind the woman talking to his mother, swayed a pair of legs sitting on something. Glancing up to see if his mother was paying attention, Blaine scurried under the cart and found himself looking up, up at a boy sitting atop a barrel.
This boy held a handful of flowers in his hand, stroking the petals as his legs swung freely. Blaine found himself tongue caught by a dragon, unable to speak as he watched this boy with chestnut hair sing softly to himself. The other boy seemed to finally catch on that there was another in his presence when he smiled down at Blaine.
"Hi," The other boy greeted him voice high and a little squeaky.
Blaine beamed brightly, "'ello!" He exclaimed, pulling his self up to his tallest height as he starred up at the new boy.
The one with blue eyes peered down at the intruder with intrigue. "Who are you?"
"I'm Blaine!" He said around his smile.
Kurt grinned back, "Hello, Blaine. I'm Kurt," He slipped down from the barrel, landing easily on the ground. He brushed down his pants with his free hand before smiling back at Blaine once more.
Blaine offered his hand like he has seen older people do and Kurt took it after a second of confusion, the two serious as they shook their hands before giggling softly. Kurt gazed down slightly and grinned when he spotted Blaine's shoes, "I like your boots," he complimented.
The other knocked his heels together and smiled back, "Thanks!" He responded brightly. He bit his lip quickly before offering, "I like your flowers."
Kurt held them close to his chest protectively, "Thanks, I like them too. They're colorful."
"Yeah, they are! I like that yellow one there. It has a lot of petals," Blaine said, slightly envious, as he wanted pretty flowers too. He glanced up to check on his mother, maybe she could buy him some pretty flowers too, but she was still talking to the other woman.
"What games do you like to play, Blaine?" Kurt asked suddenly, curious to see if this new boy liked to play the same games he did.
Blaine's eyes rolled in his head as he thought before deciding, "I like to play knights!"
Kurt beamed, his front tooth missing, "Me too!" Maybe he could play with Blaine and he could be the knight that could rescue him, the princess.
"Yeah! I like to be the knight though," Blaine said happily, but he realized that with just the two of them, it would be difficult to play his favorite game of rescuing the princess from the evil dragon who captured her. So he thought and came up with the solution quickly, "But you could be the princess and I could rescue you and stuff."
Kurt smiled back easily, "Okay! I like to be the princess 'nyways." He shuffled, "Do you wana play now?"
Blaine looked back to his mother who was still engaged and nodded quickly, "Yeah! Before I have to leave."
Kurt nodded and offered, "I'll go hide now and you have to find me and rescue me."
"From the evil dragon right?" Blaine asked.
Kurt frowned and shook his head, "Dragons aren't evil. But you can rescue me from the bad knight."
Thrown a loop with the knowledge that dragons weren't evil, Blaine agreed with the new game plan.
"Okay!" Kurt exclaimed and turned on the spot, "Come rescue me, Sir Blaine!" He said over his shoulder before he took off.
Blaine smiled and counted, little hands covering his eyes, "One…two…four… six…five…seven…eight…ten… wait, no, nine… ten!" At the end he took off, brandishing his invisible sword, wishing he had the wooden one he had gotten for his birthday this last spring.
He hacked through the forest and bushes that were trying to drag him away and keep him from the princess. As he crouched behind a stack of hay around the corner from the carts, he spotted the evil knight keeping watch over the sleeping princess.
Growling, he sprung up and with a war cry he slashed at the knight, but alas, this evil man was strong and very good. Kurt, laying prone on the ground under an empty cart with his hands -which held the flowers still – were folded over his chest. His head rolled to the side to watch his rescue attempt.
But Blaine was determined and he was not about to let this, this, brute keep him from the beautiful Kurt! With a duck, a slash and a kick, he was able to knock the weapon from his hands. One last jab and stab, he defeated the evil knight! Jumping over the body, he ran over and opened the pretend door.
"Do not fear! I am Sir Blaine and I have come to save you pretty Princess Kurt!" Blaine announced valiantly.
Kurt hopped up and grinned, "Oh thank you, Sir Blaine!" Kurt wetly kissed Blaine's cheek and gave him a big hug.
Blaine's cheeks were red when Kurt pulled back and he muttered, "You're welcome," Though usually when he played this by himself in his room he always told the princess that it was his pleasure and it was all in a day's work as a knight. Kurt grinned and locked eyes with Blaine.
Twin cries went through the air, "Blaine!" "Kurt!"
The boys jumped and frowned, "My mother," they chorused then giggled. Wordlessly they ran back towards their respective mothers, Blaine ducking under the cart to his mother's side. He missed the pointed look his mother sent Kurt's.
"Hi, mother," Blaine greeted sweetly.
Amelia smiled down at her son, "Ready to go home now, sweetie?" He pouted in response, groaning. She frowned, "But I thought you hated shopping." She asked confused.
Blaine nodded, "I do, but, but I was playing with Kurt."
"I'm sorry, Blaine, but maybe you can play with Kurt another day," she offered.
The boy kicked at the ground, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "That's what you always say," he muttered with a heavy frown.
Amelia pretended she didn't hear that last bit before turning to Melinda. "Melinda, could you please carry the fabrics back with me to my room?"
The other woman knew the question was but a polite demand and smiled tightly, "Of course, my queen." She gathered up the three different colored fabrics before looking down at Kurt, "Come along, Kurt, stick close okay, I don't want to lose you in the crowds, again."
Kurt nodded eagerly, glad that he could continue to talk to Blaine and followed his mother. Melinda made eye contact with the woman that worked the cart next to her. "Catherine, could you watch my cart?" The woman agreed and Melinda walked around and followed the queen.
Blaine fell back and the two quickly began to chat, telling of past adventures and games they liked to play. Meanwhile Melinda starred at Amelia's back intently, her mind racing knowing that the simple request of caring the fabrics back for the queen was much more complex then just that. But what the queen wanted, she wasn't sure. Not after the stilted conversation between choosing what colors best complimented her skin tone. No, Melinda knew Amelia, so she was positive that this was more then just a simple check in, especially since the last time the two of them talked was when they were both pregnant with their boys.
Following the queen up to the castle and past the guards was triggering a excess of memories and as they climbed the stairs she almost took the wrong turn, the route to the tower where Amelia had once resided in. Not any longer though. And that change just further illustration the distance between the two. They couldn't be little girls forever.
Finally they arrived at her quarters and Melinda followed her son and the prince into the room, her heart giving a nervous beat at how the two talked excitedly. As the guards shut the doors behind them, Amelia smiled down at the two boys. "Blaine, Kurt, why don't you two go play in the antechamber."
"Okay, mother!" Blaine nodded but Kurt turned to his own mother for silent permission. Melinda gave pause before nodding with a smile, trying to not let the bundle of emotions obvious to her son. Kurt beamed back and followed after Blaine with a skip in his step.
Once out of earshot, Amelia's shoulders dropped, more at ease. "Kurt is beautiful, Melinda,"
The other woman smiled stiffly, politely, "He is. Blaine seems to be quite the spirited child."
Amelia breathed out a laugh, "That he is. A handful at times, especially since he is often left to his own devices."
Melinda hmmed, then asked, "Where should I put the fabrics, your highness?"
Amelia rolled her eyes, "You know where to put them Melinda." At the other woman's slight glare she answered, "You can just leave it on the chair," She waved her hands towards the intended chair.
She placed the fabric down, smoothing it clean of wrinkles before turning to the green eyed woman. "Okay, out with it, Amelia, why did you bring me here?"
"Always straight to the thick of it, huh, Melinda?" Amelia sighed and wrung her hands together. "Okay, simply put, I would like your son and Blaine to become friends."
Melinda blinked before her face shut down, "Simply put, no."
The queen shook her head, "You don't understand, Melinda. Blaine is so lonely. He has no other children to play with, no one to have fun with. Her can't be locked away in this castle his whole life. I won't let him. I want him to be able to have a friend, one true, good friend he can trust and be Blaine with. Just Blaine, not the prince, not the knight, just plain Blaine, the human being with." Amelia locked gazes with Melinda, "Like you were to me."
Melinda shook her head, "No, I'm sorry, no. I can't allow that," She folded her arms, stubborn in her decision.
Amelia approached her, eyes still imploring as they bore into hers, "Melinda, you know the only reason why I am half the woman I am today is because of you and your influence. If I didn't have you, if you had just been that simple servant girl, then I would not be a tenth of the queen I am today. The clear truth is that I needed that friendship, needed that ability to grown up from under the hands of my parents, the court and the people. Our friendship changed me, made me a better person. And I know it helped you. Just like I know it will help Blaine, and help your Kurt."
Melinda broke the eye contact and shuffled back a step, "I know, but the answer is still no. I can't do that to Kurt,"
"Please Mollie," Amelia's voice broke with her passion, her pleading. She needed this to happen. Her Blaine needed this to happen.
Melinda froze, arms around herself stiff as she turned back around to face the person who gave her that nickname. Mollie. Not Mellie. For that had sounded too much like smelly. And she was already teased enough by the guards on the third floor as it is, she didn't need a nickname that sounded like smelly. So Mollie was birthed. Just like the old friendship so many years ago was birthed.
"Don't ask me of this Amelia, Kurt doesn't have to be a servant. He can be much more than that." Melinda spoke softly though no less hard on the matter.
"You know that's not what I'm asking, Mollie! I'm not asking Kurt to be a servant. I'm asking him to be my son's friend."
"You can't just force friendship and you know that, Amy," Mollie replied, hands falling to her side.
"And you know I won't need to. You've seen them. Even now," And Mollie had seen them, as much as she wished she hadn't, as much as she wished she could play oblivious to it all. She glanced past Amelia's shoulder, into the connecting room where the two played enthusiastically, lively giggles drifting into the main room every so often.
"You know there is more at stake then simple friendship here," Melinda stated, worry still making her weary of this arrangement.
"I know," Amelia stated, remembering the days of the past. Remembered the problems the two girls had faced. Remembered all the times Melinda had been in trouble because of her connection to herself.
"Then how can you ask me of this? How can you ask my son, my little boy of this?" Melinda demanded.
Amelia bowed her head and then looked upon her old friend once more, "Because it's my only option."
Melinda wouldn't take that as an answer and she frowned at the queen, "You know that's not true. My son isn't the only child your son's age in this kingdom. Why not another boy of the court. I'm sure there's one around his age."
"I'm sure I could find one," Amelia admitted, though she added, "But not one that would treat Blaine like any normal person. They would treat him like a prince. And that is not what I want for him."
"Why not another village boy? I know there are plenty of those."
"Again, wouldn't they treat Blaine like a prince? Besides I know your son. Well I know he is raised by two of the best people I know." Amelia turned and looked at the boys playing and she spoke softly, "And don't you see? Blaine and Kurt seemed to have clicked instantly."
"All kids click instantly," Melinda amended, walking to the woman's side, her eyes too watching the two laugh and play around.
"Blaine looks so happy, and I was right. Kurt doesn't treat Blaine any different." Amelia eyed her friend out of the side of her eyes, "I doubt he even knows that Blaine is the prince does he?"
Melinda shook her head, "He doesn't." A pause before she grudgingly smiled, " Kurt does look really happy." Amelia turned to Melinda, eyes hopeful, Melinda looked at her briefly before letting herself smile, "Fine. I agree. But the moment Kurt doesn't want to do this anymore, I wont force him."
Amelia beamed, the smile bearing a great resemblance to her son's, and she quickly hugged the other. "Oh thank you, Mollie." She pulled back, eyes swimming in relief, in happiness. "I know this will be good, do good for both of them."
Melinda rolled her blue eyes – the movement that her son would soon take after – but smiled, "You and your feelings, Amy. You should have listened to me a long time ago and become that soothsayer."
The two women laughed softly, eyes drifting back to their sons.
"I'm trusting you on this, Amelia. I'm trusting you with the fate of my son here." Melinda said seriously.
Amelia nodded solemnly, "I know you are. But I do have a feeling about this. This is true; it's meant to be. Blaine and Kurt's destinies are meant to intertwine."
Melinda nodded simply. She stepped forward and announced, "Sorry boys, but Kurt we have to go back to the stand now."
Twin groans meet that announcement but Kurt stood reluctantly, "Bye, Blaine."
Blaine stood as well and smiled sadly at his new friend, "Bye, Kurt,"
Melinda, sensing the sadness grinned at the two, "Don't worry you two, Kurt can come play tomorrow if it's alright with your mother."
Instantaneously Kurt and Blaine perked up, beaming at their mothers and Blaine bounced in place, locking his fingers together as he stared up at his mother, "Oh, mother, please, please can Kurt come and play tomorrow!"
Amelia laughed and nodded, "Of course love, Kurt can come play tomorrow. Maybe I can take you two to the fields?" She aimed the question to Mollie.
The other woman nodded slightly and reached for Kurt's hand, "Come on, soot, let's get going." Kurt waved to Blaine, still grinning madly, and Melinda asked softly, "Should I bring him here tomorrow then?"
Amelia shook her head, "I could pick him up if it's easier. At home?"
Melinda negatively responded but added, "You could pick him up at Burt's blacksmith shop."
"Okay, I'll be there tomorrow morning then. Goodbye, Mollie. And…thank you." She said sincerely.
She nodded, "I hope I don't come to regret this. Goodbye, Amy." She pulled open the door but stopped short as Kurt pulled against her.
"Wait mother!" Kurt tugged lose before running back to Blaine. He plucked the yellow flower he was still holding from his bouquet and offered it to him. "Here."
Blaine took it, eyes wide in wonder, he brought it up to his face and sniffed at it. It smelled wonderful, "Thank you, Kurt."
Kurt blushed pink before scurrying back to his mother and the two left the queen's chambers. Before the doors could close behind them all the way, Blaine shouted, "Bye, Kurt!"
"Bye, Blaine!" Kurt's answer, though muddled, was clear to the beaming boy who clutched at his flower, never wanting to let it go.
AN: So I kinda have a plan, if you're wondering. And the boys will be little for a couple chapters, four or five I'm thinking. Then teenagers for awhile, then early twenties by the end of it. I'm trying to shoot for at least 5,000 words each chapter, which is a little bit long for me, but I'm trying to expand on my chapters which are usually 2-3,000 words. Hopefully I can update once a week until this is done (which better be before I start college at the end of august!) I hope you all enjoyed it, thanks for reading!
