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It was time to call Kurt, and I felt really nervous. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say. This was not like when I talked to the press. In front of the cameras, I knew exactly what they wanted to hear. But with Kurt? Well, it was different. He wasn't just anybody. I loved him. Of course, I loved England as well – but not in the same way. Kurt was the love of my life, while England was my life. The difference might not seem big if you put it that way. But for me, it was a huge difference.

There were so many questions in my head right now; Would he be angry or sad when he picked up? Did he missed me as much as I missed him? Would he be able to forgive me? Was it a possibility at all? I deeply hoped so.

I was just about to call him when his name lighted up on the screen. I took a deep breath while I put the phone to my ear. Here we go.

"Hey," I said and nervously played with a loose thread on my shirt.

"Hey," Kurt said with a very neutral voice. It was hard to tell in which mood he was.

"I'm glad you decided to talk to me," I continued.

"Well, I'm not angry anymore," he clarified and was quiet for a few seconds. "More disappointed."

I nodded, even if I knew he couldn't see it. "Will you let me explain?"

"Go ahead."

I closed my eyes. This was it. "Okay, here comes the truth… I never wanted to lie to you. When I first came to Ohio, I hadn't expect to meet someone like you. Honestly, I hadn't even expect to find friends. My only goal – to begin with – was to get away from England. I couldn't handle being a prince anymore."

"Okay, but why did you decide to go to Ohio of all places?" he asked.

"Well, I thought somewhere in America would be a good place to hide. It was far away from England and also in another continent. People wouldn't expect me to be there. That I decided to go to Ohio in particular was actually by chance. I saw it on a map and thought it seemed perfect. However, my parents found out pretty quickly about this. They tracked my phone. When I got in touch with them, they yelled at me for a good while. My dad threatened to send someone to get me. After a couple of hours of discussions, I persuaded them. I told them that it would be good for me to get a chance to learn about other countries. In that way, I could seem more well-read in public, which was something my dad found really good."

"So you don't have the best relationship with your parents?" Kurt guessed.

"No, not really. Everything is fine with my mom. I know she really cares about me. But when it comes to my dad… I'm not so sure," I said and blinked away a few tears. "Throughout my childhood I tried to make him proud. Every night, I was up late and studied everything my private teacher had told me during the day. When the press came to the palace, I always tried to stand straight and answer polite if someone asked me a question. However, if I was really tired after studying all night, I couldn't perform at the same level. These days, my dad used to take my to my room and slap me if I didn't do things as he wanted. When I think of it… He probably saw me more like a robot than a son. The slaps were his way to try to reprogram me to the better."

"Blaine, I'm so sorry," he said and I could hear the compassion in his voice. "Was he the same to Cooper?"

"Not completely. Cooper was always so easygoing with the press. Everyone loved him. I was more of a work in progress. For my brother, everything came naturally. However, much changed when he got older. He started to sleep with girls all the time. My dad was furious over this. Luckily, it didn't come out to the press – until now. That was why I needed to get back to London in such a short notice. I was forced to be a distraction."

Kurt was quiet for a while. I listened to the sound of his breath. "I'm starting to understand," he finally said. "But I still don't get why you didn't tell me about any of this? I could have supported you."

"I know. I'm really sorry, Kurt. It was not that I didn't trust you. I just wanted to start a new life where not everyone knew who I was. I wanted people to hang out with me because they actually liked me, and not because of my title. It has always been really hard for me to get true friends."

"Were you planning on telling me at some point?"

"Yes, of course. I thought it would be a good time to tell you after I graduated. Thereafter, if you still loved me the same, our lives together could have begun for real. But unfortunately, you found out that I had lied before I got the chance to tell you."

"It was not that hard to find out, Blaine," he said, sounding slightly stern at the tone. "It was pretty obvious that you hid something. There were a few subjects you really wanted to avoid; parts of your past, your family and where you came from. When I accidentally heard the phone call with your dad, a lot fell into place, but also became even more confusing. You talked about not wanting to return to your home in England, and that you didn't want to get back to the spotlight get. In that moment, I understood how much you've been keeping from me."

I couldn't help but wonder if people often heard my phone calls through the door to my apartment in Westerville. In that case, I would have been on really deep water when it came to keeping a low profile. Most of the time, I talked pretty open about my life behind that door. Great job, Blaine.

But in this moment, I couldn't care about the people who might have heard me. The only person who meant something was Kurt. I needed to think of a way to make up for everything – and that was quick.

"I had no right to lie to you about who I am, but does anything really have to change because you know the truth?" I asked, hoping for an answer in particular.

"I don't know, Blaine. What do you think?" Kurt said sarcastically. "Maybe you should just move back here, so we can live happily ever after? Isn't that a realistic plan?"

I couldn't come up with an answer, so I remained silent.

"Can you honestly think that everything will go back to normal?" he continued. "You're a prince, Blaine. You need to be where you are, and I need to be here. I have a work at Vogue. I'm living my dream. This is how things have to be right now."

"So if you get to live your dream, I don't have the rights to live mine?" I asked and couldn't help but get a bit angry.

"I didn't say-"

"It feels like I'm trapped here," I interrupted. "I can't go anywhere without bodyguards. Sometimes my own home feels like a prison. My dad is always staring me down. I just want a life where I can be myself. Is that too much to ask for?"

"No, it's not. But you are needed at the palace right now. You must help Cooper. I think you know that," Kurt said. His voice had became softer.

"Yes, I do. I just wish Cooper hadn't hooked up with that girl in the first place. I really miss America."

I heard a small sigh, but it didn't come from the phone. I looked at the door to my room and saw Cooper stand there.

"I planned it. I talked to Jessica in front of a paparazzi on purpose. I wanted you back here. Had that theory never hit you?" Cooper said and left.

No. No, it hadn't.