I've had the majority of this chapter written for the past...oh I don't know... year and a few months. Just didn't seem right for a while. But I like it, so I'm gonna post it.

Getting off the plane at Heathrow Airport, Kurt and Blaine were sluggish. Neither having slept much while aboard the plane, they slowly got their bags and made their way through Customs. It took a little while, but they managed to get through without much hassle. The hassle was going to come a tiny bit later, in the form of a very rude and impolite driver.

They found him standing outside the airport, holding a sign saying "Anderson-Hummel." It made them smile for a couple of reasons. For one, it was the way they planned to hyphenate when they got married. For two, they didn't book the car rental, Kate did; they had never mentioned the future name change to her before so it took them by surprised that she figured out a very personal thing by herself.

By the time they got into the backseat of the town car, and their bags were safely stowed in the trunk, ("the boot, as they say in England" Kurt reminded Blaine) they were ready to just get to the hotel and take a nap. It probably wouldn't be a good thing, considering it was 9 o'clock in the morning, and if they wanted to beat jet-lag, they had to stay awake, but exhaustion was too powerful. They were snuggling up against each other which wasn't conducive to staying awake, but they couldn't help it, they were tired and the each other made a good pillow. But a few minutes later, Kurt's phone began to ring, bring them out of their stupor.

"It's Kate..." Kurt said after looking at the caller ID.

"Answer it. She knows what time we were to land." Kurt nodded. It's true, she had been desperately waiting for them to arrive since she convinced Kurt to come over for the Funeral. Everyone around her was being fake and too polite for her to handle right now. She needed pessimism, in particular, Kurt's brand of sarcasm that would get her through the next few days.

"Hey Kate, how're you doing?"

"As well as to be expected. Where are you two? Did you get to your hotel yet?" Kurt shook his head, before realizing that she wouldn't be able to see it.

"No, we're on our way now."

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come to the Palace immediately after checking in? I think I just need someone around who's not trying to placate me." It must suck, having so many people around just days after your husband dies and having them constantly trying to help you, when the only thing you want is to be around people you love, not have people you barely know trying to do stuff for you.

"Not at all, Kate. You know we're here for you. We're at your beck and call." Blaine was listening in at Kurt's ear and murmured his agreement. Blaine motioned for the driver's attention.

"About how much longer until we get to the hotel?" The driver contemplated for a moment before answering.

"About ten minutes. If we don't hit any traffic." Kurt nods.

"We should be there in about a half hour, Kate, 45 minutes at the most."

"Thanks, Kurt. It really means a lot that you've come all the way out here." Kurt smiled, and hung up the phone.

"Don't worry, we'd never let you go through these funerals alone."

"Thanks." She said, and then there was a commotion on the other end of the line. "Okay, I have to go. There's someone that needs my attention."

"We'll be there soon. Try not to get too worked up."

"Thanks." A moment after Kurt got off the phone, he spoke up to the driver.

"Okay, so we're going to need you for a little bit longer after we get to the hotel. We're going to check in, and then we need to immediately go somewhere else." The driver nods.

"Just tell me where, and I'll get you there." Kurt smiled.

"Buckingham Palace." The driver looked in the rear view mirror for a moment, and was confused.

"I'm not so sure they'd be interested in having tourists right now. They're probably -"

"I know they're not interested in tourists right now. And if we were tourists, that would be a problem."

The driver just shook his head. "You're never going to get in. You shouldn't bother."

Blaine decided to speak up. "Just do your job, and quit speculating on what we're doing. It's your job to drive, not to tell us where we can and cannot go."

"I'm just trying to save you from wasting your time, there's no way you're going to be getting in there."

"Not that it's any of your business, but we will get in. Knowing the Royal Family, kind of has its perks." Blaine told him, trying to calm Kurt down, because his boyfriend was seriously getting upset.

"I highly doubt that you know the Royal Family." He started to laugh. Kurt finally had enough, he snapped back at the rude driver.

"My grandmother is Princess Rose, and I was just on the phone with the Duchess of Cambridge, who arranged this ride. I'll be sure to point that out when I complain to the company later that you were incredibly rude and nosy. Now please just do your job, and drive." Kurt yelled, practically scaring the man into wetting himself, or so Kurt thought.

Because the incredibly offensive man just started to laugh, and he didn't stop. Rolling his eyes, Blaine rubbed Kurt's shoulders and whispered soothing words into his ear.

"Don't let him get to you, Kurt. He's a no-name, working a low-paying job, with no prospects for the future. Just let it go." Kurt gulped, and nodded. He wasn't going to let some idiot get the better of him.

A few minutes later they got to the hotel and Blaine jumped out to check themselves in. They got their luggage up to their room, and Kurt collapsed on the bed for a moment, before realizing he didn't have time. "C'mon Kurt. We've got to go." Blaine pointed out.

"Why did that guy have to be such an ass?" Kurt asked, and Blaine shrugged.

"Wary of the unfamiliar? He doesn't know who you are, and has no clue that you're who you are. Therefore, he has to make himself feel better about himself. He'll be kicking himself after he sees us get through the guards at Buckingham Palace in 15 minutes. C'mon, let's go show him up." He held out his hand to help Kurt up, which Kurt readily accepted, but instead of just helping him up, Blaine pulled him into his arms.

"I love you, you know that?" Blaine asked, and Kurt smiled, melting into the embrace.

"I know you do, and I'll forever love you as well."

A few minutes later, they're back in the town car with the incredibly discourteous driver on their way to Buckingham Palace. Every once in a while, he would look up into the rearview mirror, and would chuckle. Kurt just gritted his teeth and squeezed Blaine's hand tightly. So tight that after a few minutes, he began to cut off circulation. "Babe, loosen up a little bit. My hand is turning purple." Kurt looked down and indeed his hand had gone from the normal olive tone it usually is, passed red, into dangerous purple.

"Sorry." He murmured.

"Well here we are! Buckingham Palace." The driver said as they pulled up to the gates. They were closed, just like he had expected, but there was also a man on duty ready to open it if necessary. The driver pulled up and the man came over to the window to find out who was in the car. "We've got a..." he said, looking at the paperwork that had been sitting on the seat next to him regarding the two people he was picking up. "... Kurt Hummel and a Blaine Anderson." The guard nodded and suddenly the gates began to open up.

"Very well, you may go through." The driver turned to look at his two passengers, wide-eyed and a very confused and shocked expression written all over his face.

"You're really...?" He asked, and Kurt just motioned for him to drive around to the front... where Kate was standing, waiting for them. "Oh bugger..." He said when he saw her. He gulped, knowing he really made a mistake being so rude to these customers. He got out and opened the doors for Kurt and Blaine, like he's supposed to (for any passenger, not just the royal passengers he seems to be carrying today) and Kurt walks over to Kate and they hug.

"Kurt, I'm so glad to see you." She moves to Blaine next, and does the same. "You too, Blaine."

"I'm so sorry, about William" Blaine said, and Kurt nodded. "He was a great guy."

"He really was." Kurt told her, and by now, the driver was still speechless, gasping at air, like a fish out of water.

"Thank you." She said, wiping her eye with a tissue. "C'mon, let's go inside." Kurt nodded, and escorted her into the Palace, Blaine following, neither paying much attention to the impolite man they had spent the past 45 minutes with.

After they're inside, Kate brings them to the special suite that her and William used to share, and they sat down in the sitting room. "How're you feeling, Kate?" Kurt asked, and she just broke down.

"It's awful, Kurt. They have no idea why the plane went down yet, the investigation is still pending and all I know is that my husband is dead, and people around me keep trying to placate me when all I want is William back." The two men nodded. "You two have no idea how lucky you are." They look at each other bemused, because their lives are far from lucky.

"What do you mean?"

"You two still have each other." She points out, and it's true, neither of them are dead, and neither of them are planning on leaving the other. "How long have you two been together, again?" Kurt gulps, remembering that he and Blaine have only been together for a few weeks longer than Kate and Will were married.

"We got together only about a month and a half before your wedding, Kate." Blaine said lightly, and she nodded. They were only in high school when they got together, but they were still making it. She wishes she had met, and stayed with William since High school, then she might have had more than 8 years with him.

"When is the funeral, Kate?" Kurt asked, as delicately as he possibly could. She swallows.

"Thursday." She looks down at the ground. "Thursday it starts..." She hiccups. "Everyone is flitting around trying to make arrangements, trying to be sensitive to me, to Elizabeth, to Harry..." Kurt was shocked. Harry rarely ever showed up at the Palace anymore. He gave up his right to the throne years ago, and was glad to be rid of the title.

"Harry is here?" He asked and she nodded.

"When he found out about William and Charles, he took the first plane home." Kurt was impressed. He expected Harry to show up for the funerals, but not for any of the pre-funeral preparations. Before Kurt could say anything about Harry's strange behavior though the door burst open, and in strode Pippa, Kate's younger sister. The same sister that Kurt had a girl-crush on throughout the entire summer after his junior year.

"Oh Kate!" She exclaimed, before rushing over towards her sister and embracing her. With that, Kate broke down for what to her, seemed like the millionth time since Thursday.

Kurt looked sadly at the two sisters. He was a tad bit jealous of their relationship. He and Finn were brothers, yes, but they were never the type to break down into tears in the other's arms. They only ever hugged on special occasions and even then it was more of a side-armed "bromantic" hug. It warmed Kurt's heart to see that type of sibling relationship in front of him. It made him briefly wonder what would happen if Blaine ever...

He quickly shook his head. He didn't want to wonder that. That idea would haunt him, and he wouldn't be able to deal with it.

"Pippa's only just getting here?" Blaine asked in a whispered, and Kurt shrugged. Last he had heard she was working in Milan, he didn't know why it would have taken her 3 days to get to London after she'd heard. But it wasn't his job to judge Pippa on how she responded to tragedy, just like it wasn't his job to judge Harry either.

While the two sisters were holding each other, crying into each other's arms and comforting one another, an aide came into the room and looked as if she wanted to say something, even though she knew it was a tender moment between the sisters. "Your Highness..." She tried to say, but Kate wasn't hearing any of it, and Blaine stepped to the side and talked to the woman, trying to find out what she needed so Kate wouldn't have to deal with her. That's what he and Kurt were there for after all, to help Kate and run interference when she wasn't feeling up to talking to people about funeral arrangements.

Blaine returned to Kurt's side a moment or two later. "The Queen has requested an audience with Kate and the rest of us. Apparently there's been an update on the investigation...but the aide doesn't know anything else" He said softly and Kurt nodded, walking over to place a hand on Kate's shoulder.

"Kate, Elizabeth would like to speak to us. It wouldn't do, to keep her waiting." He said holding out a couple of tissues for the both of them. "There's been an update in the investigation..." He said softly, and Kate's face fell.

"Okay..." She tried to stay strong, but it wasn't working. She just wished it was Wednesday. Back when Charles and William were alive, back when her life wasn't in utter chaos. Back when she didn't feel like her life was over.