**awkward entrance** well hello, this story hasn't been updated in like almost a year and I must say I'm embarrassed. This story was originally published two years ago (and my writing style has changed a lot) so yea…

I tried to stay in my old style but it proved to be rather difficult. But here, here is another chapter.

Blaine burst into Kurt's section of the room with vigor and excitement, causing a yelp from Kurt who was sitting on his bed with a quill and scroll.

"Sorry," Blaine grinned as he plopped down next to Kurt, "Didn't mean to scare you,"

Kurt placed his quill and pad of parchment down beside him, being extra cautious about his jar of ink. Kurt winced at the thought of it spilling, what a dreadful stain that would cause.

Kurt looked over to the visibly excited Prince with confusion shining in his ever-changing eyes. Only minutes ago did Kurt return from his tea with the Queen, he had happily been sketching on the scroll that the Queen had graciously supplied him upon learning of his love for drawing. Nothing he drew was turning out though, as he was much too distracted to hear how Blaine's meeting with the King went.

Blaine bit his lip, silently debating if he should tell Kurt of his Father's plans for his marriage. Now, Blaine was an honest Prince, but he didn't know how Kurt would take the news. And how Kurt took the news depended entirely on one thing, If he feels the way I do.

"Do you always come bounding into people's rooms then sitting silently beside them?" Kurt remarked curiously. As Blaine looked at him with a laugh in his eyes, he continued, "I just want to know if I should come to expect this from you or not," Kurt smiled.

"Oh, well, no, not usually. I suppose I'm just struggling to find the right words around you," Blaine said as he took Kurt's ink smeared hands into his own and began rubbing small soothing circles into Kurt's palms.

"I'm not quite sure how to take that," Kurt replied cautiously.

"Ah, nothing," Blaine said rapidly at the sight of Kurt's confused brow. "How did the talk with my mother go?"

"Your mother is an amazing woman, Blaine. She's so sincere and honest and kind. But I'm sure you already knew that," Kurt beamed, "Oh! And she's a faerie! Well I guess you knew that too. It was a lovely meeting," Kurt chattered excitedly.

Blaine's eyes twinkled joyfully; his mother had trusted Kurt with the knowledge of her true being. She must have seen something really special in Kurt in order for him to be entrusted with such knowledge.

Kurt opened his mouth to say more of his visit, but Blaine interrupted, "Do you want to go somewhere? Like the market place perhaps? We could get lunch then maybe go into the forests. We could take my horses." Blaine asked nervously and rapidly.

Kurt looked up, somewhat surprised. He hadn't left the castle since the day he and Puck came when they were only six. The thought of ever leaving was daunting and scary, but as Kurt looked into Blaine's honest and eager hazel eyes, he knew he'd be safe.

"Okay," Kurt squeaked.

Blaine eyebrows shot up with delight as he leapt forward and all but tackled Kurt with a hug. His face nuzzling next to Kurt's as his arms wrapped magnetically around his small frame. Kurt readily accepted the embrace his own arms wrapped around the heir to the throne.

The two boys laid facing each other, their faces only a breath apart. Both boys were positive that the other could see their heart beating through their shirt.

This distance was too much to bare; so close but so far from Kurt's soft lips. Boldly, Blaine leaned in, but just has the kingdom's most perfect match was about to be sealed with a kiss, Kurt jerked his head up. His leg was…wet?

Kurt looked down in utter horror to see that after Blaine's bouncing the ink had tipped over and spilled all over the bed. And just like Kurt had feared, stained both of their pants.

They sat in silence for but a moment, both realizing what had almost happened, and that the goddamned ink was what got in the way. Kurt glanced over at Blaine, who was trying ever so hard not to laugh and stay composed, as a Prince should. But then again, the Prince was lying on his male servant's bed after almost kissing him and covered in black ink.

Flustered, Kurt sat up and surveyed the damage, trying to keep his thoughts away from Blaine's lips.

"Well you haven't changed at all," Kurt said with the straightest face he could muster in that moment.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Blaine exclaimed with feigned innocence.

"You destroy everything!" Kurt said with a giggle, "Remember when you managed to let all the palace horses lose, and the time you knocked over all of Sir Schuester's training equipment, AND when you tore down one of the tapestries in the ballroom?" Kurt reminisced while laughing as the boy in question hung his curly head in shame.

"Okay, okay, you're right! You haven't changed either!" Blaine stated playfully and at Kurt's bewildered expression continued, "You, are always right," Blaine smirked as he stood up and comically tried to brush the ink off his pants.

With that stupidly adorable grin of his, Blaine held his hands out to his servant. Without any hesitation, Kurt clasped his rough hands around Blaine's smooth ones and allowed himself to pulled back in Blaine's arms. Blaine drew Kurt as close as he dared, and shifted his hands around Kurt's waist.

Even Blaine himself was surprised by how bold he was being. But it just felt so right with Kurt. But then a moment of fear left Blaine paralyzed, what if he's just going along with it because I'm the Prince?

Startled by the reality of the thought that the boy in front of him could just be too scared of him to say no, Blaine jerked back from Kurt.

His heart pounded as Kurt looked at him with confused and hurt eyes.

"Come on," he said with a kind smile. He didn't want Kurt to think he had done anything wrong. His feels for the serving boy were growing by the minute. But he decided he had to make sure that he wasn't putting Kurt into an uncomfortable situation.

With a sigh to himself, he left Kurt's room and began gathering things they'd need for town.

He wanted to scream with frustration. He wanted to tell Kurt exactly how he felt and kiss him and hold him in his arms for the rest of forever.

But he just couldn't. He couldn't put Kurt's life at risk for something if Kurt didn't fell the way he did. He had to be completely sure. He had to wait.

Kurt.

What did I do wrong?

Yeep. I still don't know where this story is heading. More than likely I'm going do a few more updates and end it as quickly as possible so I can get it off my chest.

I'd love to know what you thought, R/R is always welcome

Hopefully I'll update again soon…ish