"Can we come in?" Blaine asked his father, who still stood in the open doorway. His father nodded and opened the door further and allowed Blaine, Kurt, and Clara to come into the enormous palace. "Dad, I know that when you kicked me out, I said I would never come back but,..." Blaine began
"Son, please stop speaking." Blaine's father said cutting him off. "I was wrong for doing that to you, kicking you out. You can't change who you are and I love you no matter what. It's just taken me a little while to figure that out. Everyday that you were away was agony. I'm so glad you're home." He held out his arms to his son and Blaine walked over and hugged his father tightly. This was the feeling that Blaine had been waiting for all of his life. Finally, he wasn't a disappointment. Finally, he felt loved by his father. Then, his father hugged him tighter and positioned his mouth right next to Blaine's ear. "You're cutting it pretty close with the delivery of our plan, son." he said before breaking away from the hug.
That was the moment when Blaine's heart dropped. He would never be good enough for his father. He would never be loved. The only thing his father loved was power and Blaine was merely a pawn he could use to get it. All of that heartfelt stuff that his father just said to him had all been an act he put on for Kurt and Clara. "I'm sorry. I'm being rude." Blaine's father said. "I'm King David and you are?" he asked as he held a hand out to Kurt.
"King Kurt of Arendelle and this my niece Clara." Kurt informed him.
"It's very good to meet you." He replied happily. Blaine practically wanted to punch his father right then and there. This man wasn't his father. This man was a fake and a liar. "Goodness, I think this calls for celebration. In the light of my son coming home and bring us some very special guests, I think that we should have a ball." he announced. "Tomorrow."
"But father, tomorrow?" Blaine asked. "That's not very much time to plan a ball."
"Oh contraire," King David told his son. "We're very capable of planning a ball in that amount of time. Plus, March 4th is a very special day for this family." he added giving Blaine an evil looking smirk. Then, one of the maids came in and King David beckoned for her.
"Take our guests and set them up for the night. Put them in one of our best rooms." He told the maid.
"Yes sir." She replied. "You can follow me." she added turning to Kurt and Clara. They followed the maid down a long hallway. She lead them into a large bedroom with a king size bed for them to sleep in. "I hope this will be enough for the both of you." she said.
"This is fine. Thank you very much ma'am." Kurt replied. The maid curtseyed and then left closed the door as she left. Kurt turned back around and saw Clara sitting on the bed. Something was clearly on her mind. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Something just doesn't feel right." Clara replied.
"Honey, everything is fine." Kurt told her. "It was very nice of King David to give us this room."
"He creeps me out." Clara said. "Something isn't right with him."
"I thought he was very nice." Kurt replied. "But, if you feel that way. We'll be careful. I don't want you to show your powers here and I won't show mine. Okay?"
"Okay." Clara replied. She knew that Kurt was right. Her powers were things that made a lot of people envious and with the amount of suspicion she already felt for King David, there was no way that she'd be showing him anything. The rest of the night went smoothly and with no drama. Kurt and Clara went down to the beach with Blaine. They were both intrigued by the rolling crystal blue seas and hot white sand. Arendelle, although it was a coastal city, was nothing like Aoedus. Sadly, they couldn't stay out for long. The heat from the sun was too much for Kurt and Clara, who were used to the cold, to handle. Later that night, they joined the Anderson family in the dining room for dinner. Blaine was astounded by how civil the dinner went. There was no fighting or reprimanding, no glares from his parents, but he wasn't buying this act. It was all for Kurt and Clara. After dinner, everyone went to their rooms to get ready for bed. Blaine, however, couldn't even consider going to sleep. His conscience was going crazy with guilt. He shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have endangered Clara or Kurt, the man that he loved. As he paced back and forth in his room, Blaine decided something. He didn't need his father's approval. As long as he had Kurt, he would be happy and if he allowed them to stay here, Blaine knew he would lose the one thing that he truly loved. He needed to get them out of here.
So, Blaine crept out of his room, trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. He walked through the foyer and down the hallway where Kurt and Clara were staying. Just before he got to Kurt and Clara's room, he saw two of his father's guards come out from a corner where they had been hiding. They walked towards Blaine and each grabbed one of his arms.
"Hey! Let me go!" Blaine yelled before of the guards clapped a hand over his mouth. Then, he saw his father come out where he had been hiding.
"I had a feeling that you would some stunt like this." He said. "You've actually fallen for that little fag." He growled. "Well, I'm not letting your so-called "love" come between me and my plan. I've worked too hard for this." he told Blaine. "Guards you know where to take him." He ordered before walking away. The guards drug him all the way to the other side of the castle, a wing in which Blaine had never even been. They walked up to a dusty bookshelf and pulled on one of the books,which opened a secret door. They took him down the long staircase into an unknown room. In the corner was a big, black-barred, cell, which they opened and then threw him into. Blaine got up from the floor and pulled on the lock, but it was no use. He was stuck. Now, Blaine feared there was no hope. If he couldn't protect Kurt from his father, who would?
