"We have guests coming," Kurt announced to Blaine at breakfast. They had taken to having breakfast by themselves in the family quarters' kitchen every morning. There were days that it was the only time they got to see each other with all of the publicity Kurt was doing for his first few weeks in the spotlight. Tina said his coming out must be seen as a small detail of the prince's life and, therefore, must be followed by lots of charity work and interviews to show that he has nothing to hide. Although, she reminded him on a daily basis, he did.

"Guests?" Blaine asked after swallowing a bite of cocoa puffs.

"Prince Chandler of Libya and Prince Carter of Israel," Kurt answered, pouring his own bowl of cereal.

"Coming to woo you?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, but the reason I bring it up is they are both expecting a room in the palace, so we've got to come up with a good story for you if or when they run into you."

"A friend coming to stay because he's homeless?" Blaine suggested.

"How about just a friend coming to stay?" Kurt came over to sit across from him.

"Does this mean our routine has to change when they get here?" Blaine asked, sadly.

"No, I'll still have breakfast with you and you can still come stay in my room whenever you want."

"But if they find out we're staying in the same room…"

"They'll be on the other side of the castle, they aren't going to find out. They shouldn't even be near my room."

"Is Tina gonna make you go out on a date with them?"

Kurt reached over and grabbed his hand. "No. We're not going to be in any situation that is more than just me being polite and friendly to our guests. Tina knows I'm with you and she knows that it would look bad when people do find out about you if I'm off dating these other men a week beforehand."

"Of course, because it would look bad."

"And because I want nothing to do with them," Kurt assured him. "I'm with you. I don't want to be with anyone else."

"May I present Prince Chandler of Libya," a man introduced Kurt to a man who was slightly shorter than him, had decent fashion sense and a nice smile.

"It's nice to meet you," Kurt said, offering his hand and a smile.

"Pictures don't do you justice," Chandler replied with a smirk as he took what Kurt had intended for a handshake and kissed his hand instead.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Kurt replied under his breath, turning to lead him to his rooms.

"It's not flattery if it's the truth."

"I understand you'll only be here for a week?" Kurt asked, changing the subject.

"If there's nothing to be done to convince you to give me a chance by then; yes."

"Prince Carter is coming as well, if you weren't aware. He arrives tomorrow."

"Ah, yes, Carter, I haven't seen him since we were boys."

"You are both invited to attend the charity dinner tomorrow night that's being hosted here at the palace for Children in Need."

"Will I get to sit next to you all night?"

"You'll be at my table. I can't promise I won't have someone else sitting next to me."

"As long as I'm close enough to stare at you all night, I suppose I can deal with that."

"Here's your room. Please let us know if anything isn't to your liking," Kurt said stopping and opening a door to gesture him inside.

"That depends, is your room nearby?"

"You won't need to come to my room at any point in your stay, so that's irrelevant. Dinner will be in half an hour, I'm sure you'll want to change," Kurt replied and turned to walk back down the hallway to the stairs.

"I've joined Glee club," Blaine announced at breakfast the next morning.

"Really? That's great," Kurt replied, slightly confused by the news.

"Well, I've always wanted to join, but couldn't because of my parents, but now that I'm living here, I figured I'd join for the last couple weeks of school. Rachel Berry is a force to be reckoned with. She heard me sing back in freshman year and has been after me to join ever since."

"So you've suddenly decided to join now?"

"I'm trying to give myself something to do in the afternoon while you're off being prince. Wes joined with me. He thought it'd be good for me to make some more friends."

"I'm sorry," Kurt reached over and grabbed his hand. "I didn't mean to imply that you shouldn't, I was just confused why you suddenly had. If it's something you've always wanted, then I'm happy for you."

"Wes figures I'll need more friends than just him after graduation."

"Would you like to attend the dinner tonight?" Kurt asked. "I know Tina said we shouldn't-"

"If you want me to come, then I'll be there."

"We won't be able to-"

"Act like anything more than friends? I know."

"Sorry."

"I can still dance with you though, right?"

"I'll make sure you get a dance."

"You'll have to dance with the other princes, too, though?"

"Yeah," Kurt squeezed his hand reassuringly.

"Will I get to sit at your table?"

"I don't know, but I'll make sure you get one nearby."

"I guess it's a good thing we went shopping in New York."

"I told you you'd need all those clothes."

"This'll be the first time I'll get to see you outside of this kitchen and our bedrooms since our weekend away."

"I know, but now it won't look like we're keeping you a secret and we might be able to go out together. As friends, but still."

"The media seems pretty okay with the gay prince thing so far."

"Yes, but you haven't heard some of the people that scream things at me," Kurt replied, sadly. "I don't want you to have to face the same because of me."

"I can't imagine they've done anything worse than my family did to me. I'm sure I can handle it when the time comes."

"Or you'll realize the pressure of being with me and move in with Wes in the middle of the night without saying goodbye," Kurt mumbled, refusing to look Blaine in the eye.

"That's absurd," Blaine replied. "You are worth way more than you give yourself credit for. And I care way too much about you to do any such thing."

"You say that now."

Blaine reached over and brushed a tear away from Kurt's cheek. "I can't imagine leaving you. Ever."

"I just want you to know what you're getting into."

"I'm glad I didn't know you were prince when we met, because I got to know you without realizing that you would be my king someday. I would've been way intimidated by you otherwise."

"You wouldn't have wanted anything to do with me."

"No, I didn't say that. I wanted you the first time I saw you. I knew I wanted you, but if I had known you were the prince, I never would've even had the guts to say hello."

"I'm glad you did."

"Well, you more or less ran into me-"

"Shut up," Kurt leaned over the table to kiss him.

Blaine made eye-contact with Kurt for the billionth time that evening. It took everything in him not to groan when Kurt purposefully bit his lip before looking away.

Moments later, his phone buzzed in his pocket: Bathroom in five.

Blaine tried not to grin and continued his conversation with the man next to him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't do it," Kurt groaned as he pulled Blaine into the bathroom and pressed him up against the wall. "You look way too gorgeous tonight for your own good."

He didn't give Blaine a chance to say a word as he kissed him deeply. Their hands found their way to each other's hair, tugging and pulling, searching for a way to get closer, to stay together.

They both jumped as they saw a bright light flash. They hadn't heard the door open and both jumped, startled, looking over to see a photographer snapping pictures of them.

"Shit," Kurt hissed, pushing himself away from Blaine.

"This is gonna get me on the front page," the photographer grinned, quickly slipping out the door before Kurt or Blaine had a chance to stop him.

Kurt slipped his phone out of his pocket, quickly dialing.

"Tina?...Yes, I know we're in the middle of an event. We have a problem…Yes, we need to discuss it immediately…We're in the men's bathroom…Just get in here," Kurt clicked the phone to hang up before looking back at Blaine. "I swear we'll finish this later," Kurt apologized and regretfully bit his lip as he gave Blaine another once over, stepping back. There was a knock on the door before Blaine had the sense to reply and Tina slipped in, locking the door behind her.

"You two were not supposed to be together tonight."

"I know-"

"And I can only imagine what you were in here doing," she says as her eyes travel to Blaine's hair and Kurt's wrinkled shirt.

"There was a photographer-"

"You didn't lock the door?!"

"It was prevalent in my mind at the time!"

"What did he see?"

"He saw us making out is what he saw. I don't think he'll have to have much of a story to go with that picture."

"Okay," Tina started pacing. "We'll just have to get the jump on the story before he gets it out."

"He's probably in the midst of selling it as we speak."

Blaine stood there in shock as they continued their banter back and forth.

Kurt joined Tina's pacing. "Won't it look better if they see the two of us together tonight? We'll just go sit together."

"I think it'll be a little obvious what you were doing in here if you leave at the same time and then sit together."

"They're all gonna know what we were doing by tomorrow morning with that picture anyways."

"Fair point."

"So?"

"Alright. But try to keep your hands to yourself. We don't need any more scandal involved in this evening. Wait a few minutes before coming out. I'll have somebody move from your table so Blaine'll have a seat," and with that, she was out the door.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked, timidly.

"What?" Kurt turned, suddenly taking in Blaine's shocked expression. "Honey, I'm fine. It's all gonna be fine. We're just moving up our coming out party by a few weeks."

"Okay."

"Are you okay?"

"A little stunned still, but yeah."

"Okay, well, we've gotta head out there," Kurt replied, moving in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. "I need you to relax and be yourself and charm everyone out there."

"That's a tall order," Blaine said before Kurt kissed him again.

"Just relax. Don't think about it," and he kissed him one more time before taking his hand pulling him out the door before promptly dropping it and leading him to the table where the king and princess were sitting.

"What's going on?" Santana whispered to Kurt as he sat down.

"I'll explain later," Kurt hushed her. He could already hear the murmurs of gossip starting upon the arrival of a dark-haired young man next to the prince.

A/N: Sorry, I suck at updating! I'm just kind of stuck on the inbetweens in the story…I have later stuff written and just have quite figured out how to get the characters there. I love all of you who have stuck with this story and reviewed and followed and favorited! Please keep the reviews coming They motivate me for sure!