Chapter Seven: Robin's Egg Blue

Sex in the orchard kept Kurt happy and content while Blaine disappeared off to his meeting with his father's advisors. He had to pick his own advisors eventually, and they were giving him advice on whom to pick. Blaine had explained that the old men were just sucking up to him so he would pick them.

' Yes dad, Cicero is amazing! It's so pretty here' he gushed down the phone, lying on his bed, the grin unable to leave his face as he spoke to his father.

' I'm glad you're having fun kiddo, how's Blaine?'

Kurt blushed at the thought of Blaine. ' He's great; he's meeting with these advisors or something with his dad. How are you and Carole? Enjoying your time alone?'

' Sounds boring if you ask me, but what do I know' his father chuckled down the line. ' We're good, very much enjoying the quiet, not that we don't miss you two boys'

' Yeah, I'm sure you really miss us'

' How is Finn? Behaving himself?'

' He's actually behaving better than I expected him to, him and Puck' Kurt explained, rolling onto his stomach, wincing as he moved. He liked sex with Blaine, but paid for it afterwards. ' I've met two of Blaine's brothers and his other sister, they're lovely'

' So you're getting on well with his family then?'

' Yep, I only need to meet his brother Sebastian, you know, the one who eloped? I've mostly been hanging out with Jack and Ella, the twins, they're really nice'

' And they don't mind…you know your relationship?'

' Oh well we didn't tell them at first, but they figured it out at this Ball. They're fine with it, Jack's gay too so they're both very accepting'

' Blaine has a gay brother? His dad must like that' Burt laughed. He didn't like Michael Anderson, hated him maybe. Ever since their argument over the boys on the phone.

' He barely speaks to Jack, only to yell at him. Jack is kind of loose, but he's a cool guy'

' That's great, I'm glad you're having fun out there kid, but could you please call Mercedes, Rachel and well any of your female girlfriends back? They keep calling here asking if you're okay! It's annoying!'

Kurt laughed. ' Sorry dad, I'll call them today. Are they all okay?'

' Yeah, missing you I think, Rachel's been round here for dinner a few times, she asked Carole for one of Finn's jersey's, is that creepy or romantic?'

' Romantic dad'

' Oh okay, and all of them are coming round tomorrow night, Carole invited them. I think she misses making a big dinner for you boys'

' Aw, well give them all my love when they arrive yeah? Text me when you're done with dinner and I'll try to call, speak to all of them while they're there' Kurt said, looking up at a loud knock on his door. ' That must be one of the guys, got to go dad'

' Okay, love you Kurt'

' I love you too dad, and send my love to Carole, Finn's too'

' I will, stay safe'

' Bye'

' Bye'

Kurt hung up, throwing his phone onto the bed and rolling off the bed, crossing to the door. Whoever it was knocked loudly again and hurried to open the door, his smile disappearing at the sight of the pink clad Tiffanie stood in his doorway, an annoyed look on her face.

' Oh hi'

' Can I come in?' she asked sharply. Kurt frowned; stepping aside and she stepped inside, looking around his room with a sneer on her face.

' What do you want?' he asked, closing the door.

' I saw you' Tiffanie snapped a matter of factly. Kurt stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out what she was talking about. ' With Blaine, by the stables'

Kurt felt his eyes widen in shock. Tiffanie scoffed, moving to sit in one of the armchairs in the room, crossing one leg over the other and watching him.

' I…I don't know what you're talking about' Kurt lied, staying where he stood by the door.

' Of course you do, don't lie to me' the girl snapped. ' I saw you clear as day, you kissed him'

Kurt frowned, quickly pulling up his bitch mode. ' What do you want Tiffanie?'

' I am here to tell you to back off'

' What?'

' I want you to back off Blaine, what you're trying to do is disgusting and it needs to stop now'

Kurt moved to sit on the edge of his bed, the further seat away from her, scowling. ' And what exactly am I doing Tiffanie?'

' Blaine is under a lot of stress at the moment and you're taking advantage of his stress and kind nature to do this to him, but you have to understand Mr. Hummel, Blaine is the heir to the throne and hopefully my future husband, and certainly not gay! You need to back off and stop pressuring him with feelings that aren't his own' Tiffanie told him, spitting out the word gay as if she didn't want it in her mouth.

' Wow, you're so dim'

' Excuse me! I'm not the one in love with a boy who is firstly clearly straight and secondly has a country to run!'

' You have no idea what you're talking about little girl, go back to your daddy and learn to read the obvious signs in front of you!' Kurt snapped, clenching the duvet in his fists angrily, restraining himself. ' You obviously didn't watch what happened at the stables properly, because Blaine kissed me too!'

He didn't care about keeping their relationship a secret anymore; he hated this girl and just couldn't stop himself from putting her straight. She was a bitch, that was it.

' You've brain washed him, you probably forced him to do those disgusting gay things you do with you as well!'

' You don't know what you're talking about little girl!'

' Really? What happened to your cheek?' Kurt's hand jumped up the scratch on his cheek. ' Did you ask him to have sex with you and he hit you?'

' No I…'

' Blaine is to be king and I am going to be his queen, so I suggest you get over him, I don't care if you're in love with him, but you're taking advantage, so move on! Go find Jack, he's gay, he'll have sex with you, just stay away from Blaine, otherwise I am going to get nasty' Tiffanie snarled at him, standing up and striding over to him. Kurt jumped to his feet, glaring at her.

' Don't get in my face little girl'

' And what? Listen to me Kurt' she spat out his name like she had his sexuality, standing inches from him. ' I can see that you love Blaine, but if you continue taking advantage of him I will tell his father and I will tell the media that the heir is being stalked by a desperate fag! You don't want that do you?'

Kurt gaped at her. ' Why would you do that to him? I thought you liked him, wanted to be his queen, he's not going to marry you when he realises you're a bitch!'

SLAP!

Kurt's head jerked to the side and he let out a gasp as her pink manicured hand struck across his cheek. For a moment, he stood there stunned, frozen in the spot, his cheek stinging painfully. She looked as shocked as he was when he looked back at her, but held her ground.

' Just…just stay away from him. I will be queen and I'm not letting a fag like you stand in my way' the girl stammered, turning and striding over to the door and yanking it open. She gasped at the sight of Blaine, his hand raised ready to knock, already in the doorway. ' Blaine, I um…how are you?'

' I'm good, sorry I didn't realise you were in here' the prince said, glancing behind her to Kurt still frozen in the same spot.

' Oh yes, Kurt and I were just chit chatting' she lied easily.

' I didn't even know you knew each other, but okay'

' Oh yeah, we're good friends, hey did you want to go on a walk or something? We could watch a film if you're tired from your meetings?' Tiffanie suggested, hope in her eyes. Blaine glanced at her.

' Um, actually I need to talk to Kurt, maybe another time' he said absent-minded. Her face fell.

' Oh okay, well your father asked me to come to dinner tonight, so I'll see you at the table. Um…goodbye Kurt, it was lovely to talk with you' she said, hastily leaving. Blaine barely noticed, closing the door behind him as he came into the room and walking over to Kurt, touching his shoulder.

' Are you okay?' Kurt nodded silently, still shocked by what just happened. ' What happened? What did she say to you?'

' Nothing'

Blaine sighed, slowly pushing him so he was sitting on the bed again, kneeling down in front of him, his hands on his knees. ' Obviously something happened, I'm not stupid Kurt, I know when you're upset, and why is your cheek so red?'

' It's fine'

Blaine reached up, touching the redness now covering the scratches on his boyfriend's cheek. Kurt winced.

' Did she hit you?' Kurt didn't reply. ' She did didn't she? What else did she do? Did you say something horrible to you?'

' She saw us'

' What?'

' She saw us kissing at the stables, and came up here to tell me to back off, that I was taking advantage of you and I should stop being a f…fag'

Blaine gasped, moving up to the bed and pulling him into a hug, holding him tightly.

' I'll talk to her'

' No' Kurt sighed, his voice muffled by Blaine's shirt. ' It'll just open up a can of worms, just forget about it'

' But she needs to…'

' No, just forget it please, I don't want any trouble, your dad already hates me'

For once Blaine didn't argue with Kurt about his father, instead lying them both down on the bed, stroking his back, cradling his head on his shoulder. Blaine, however many times they had sex, however many times Kurt spoke dirtily, however many times he cursed, threw a tantrum or yelled, he would always see him as that same innocent, hard struck little boy who had badly spied on the Warblers, who he'd sung Teenage Dream to, who had sat across a coffee table from a boy he barely knew and cried about stupid ignorant people. Blaine knew he didn't deserve any of this, he was a flower caught in a bed of weeds, but Blaine just couldn't let him go, even if annoying girls named after jewellery got in their way.

Tiffanie did indeed join them for dinner that night, sitting beside Blaine and spending every moment, chattering to him, giggling about something, touching him, oblivious to the ten individual glares she was getting from all over the table.

' Blaine, I was thinking, why not take Tiffanie out tomorrow? Into town?' Michael suddenly suggested, causing his son to look up in alarm and his own mother to drop her fork in surprise. He ignored their reactions as Tiffanie let out a small squeak of joy.

' Oh that would be lovely'

' Blaine? Isn't that a good idea?' Michael pushed.

' Err…yeah sure I guess, but I was actually hoping to watch movies with the guys tomorrow' Blaine said, glancing at the rest of the table, every plate of food forgotten as everyone turned their attention to the conversation.

' Well we can go out and then come back in the evening and watch movies together Blaine' Tiffanie said, touching his hand on the table. Kurt scowled, his grip tightening on his fork.

' Erm…'

' A great idea! It's a date!' Michael exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Tiffanie giggled that insufferable giggle again.

A silence fell across the table, but only until Jack recovered from his own bout of shock, setting down his cutlery loudly and glaring at the bottle blonde across from him.

' What the hell is wrong with you? Are you stupid of something?'

' Jack!' Isabella gasped. ' Do not talk to out guest that way!'

' I'm just trying to get my head around the fact that for some reason you think you're dating Blaine!' Jack snapped, ignoring his mother, scowling at the girl who had the dignity to look surprised.

' Blaine and I are seeing each other…'

' No you're not! He's just putting up with you!' Jack shouted.

' Jack! Control yourself!' Christian spoke up, eyeing their father nervously. The king was getting redder in the face with every word coming out of his rebellious son's mouth.

' Blaine, your brother is being very rude to me, are you not going to say anything?' Tiffanie asked, turning to Blaine, who appeared dumb struck by the whole argument. ' Blaine?'

' Blaine, if you say anything then you're not my brother anymore! And every word you said on that veranda was a lie!' Jack yelled, on his feet now, kicking his chair away so it fell with a clatter to the marble floor, the table shaking, glasses falling over and their contents spilling out over the tablecloth. Tiffanie gasped, pushing away from a puddle of juice spreading towards her.

' Blaine!'

' Jack, can we talk outside?' Blaine asked calmly.

' No, you shouldn't have to hide Blaine!' Jack snapped. ' I don't hide! I ashamed to be your brother if you continue to live this lie and encourage this stupid girl!'

' JACK! SIT DOWN NOW!' Michael roared, slamming his fists on the table, his wine glass falling, the red white bleeding across the table. Everyone was silent apart from the quiet sniffles as Emilie began to cry. Jack stared at his father for a long moment, breathing hard, disgust on his face. He suddenly turned and ran out the doors, slamming them behind him.

' Jack!' Ella called after him. Kurt jumped to his feet.

' I'll go' he muttered, glancing at Blaine, wincing at the wetness he saw in his hazel eyes, and dashing after the youngest prince.

Kurt could hear Jack before he saw him, yelling about "idiot brothers" and "fucking stupid girls", crashes and thuds filling the air as Kurt neared a door he knew to be Jack and Ella's shared suite. The prince seemed to have bypassed their shared living area, it was immaculately tidy despite being a teenager's room, but one of the bedroom doors stood open. Kurt peered inside.

Jack liked the colour pink, that was why a lot of things in his room were different shades of pink, his room that now lay trashed. The boy had pushed his mattress off his four-poster bed, his pink duvet crumpled on the floor, his bedside table knocked over, smashed picture frames and a partially dismantled lamp lying scattered across the carpet. His wardrobe stood open, clothes falling out of it, as the boy pulled them out, shoving them into a suitcase angrily.

' Jack…'

' Blaine doesn't understand how lucky he is' Jack said, still grabbing clothes and throwing them into the case. ' You're an amazing guy Kurt, I would kill for a guy like you, kill for anyone to look at me the way you look at my brother. I had someone to look at me in that way and I was stupid enough to allow my dad to drive us apart'

' Jack, you can't leave because of me' Kurt pleaded, moving across the room and kneeling down beside him, touching his hand, making him freeze, a pair of pink jeans clutched in his hand. ' I'm not worth this'

' You are though Kurt! Blaine doesn't realise how stupid he's being by spending a minute away from you to hang out with her' Jack said, staring at the floor.

' Blaine told me about Pierre, but he said he was just your…booty call, and that you broke up when he fell for you, that's not true is it?' Kurt asked, squeezing his hand. ' Jack? Is it?'

' His father would have disowned Pierre if we told anyone about our relationship, dad would have flipped, that's what pisses me off so much, because dad's doing the exact same thing to Blaine that I feared he'd do to me' Jack sighed. ' He's pushing a girl onto him, and he's not going to stop until he's married them off and you'll have to leave'

' That's not going to happen, I won't let it. Just because some stupid girl wants Blaine, doesn't mean she'll get him. Blaine is mine, that's never going to change until he doesn't want me anymore' Kurt insisted, smiling. ' And if he does want me to go, well I'll just have to run off the Malaga with his brother' he added with a wink, Jack laughed, looking up at him finally. ' Come on, don't leave just because of some stupid girl, stay and help me get rid of her, please?'

Jack sighed, smiling slightly, glancing down at their joined hands. In this moment, Jack looked his age. It was hard to forget that he was only seventeen, only a year younger than Kurt, because he acted so much older. But sat on the floor in his trashed pink room, holding onto Kurt's hand tightly, his usually perfectly styled hair messy and grazes on his hands and arms from throwing things and smashing things.

' I just don't want Blaine to be stupid enough to let you go'

' He won't' Kurt whispered, folding his arms around the younger boy.

A/N Aw, a nice Kurt/Jack brotherly moment there! Don't we hate Tiffanie! I created her and I hate her!

Like I said, I have a lot planned out but any ideas are very welcome!

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