Title: Without My Wings

Summary: Kurt Hummel is the Prince of fairy sector and is being pressured to marry as he reaches his 18th birthday-but he wants to marry for love. Blaine Anderson, who has been a slave since the age of seven, is sold to the palace as a present for the Prince's birthday. They quickly fall in love, but their relationship is against the laws of the kingdom. Can they find a way to be together?

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Warnings: Swearing and smut

Chapter 37

When Blaine woke up he was still exhausted. He'd spent the whole night watching Kurt sleep, brushing locks of hair from his face and holding him close. He felt sick to his stomach that Kurt had to go through this on top of everything else, he was furious but had no one to yell at, only the stars that he could see shining down at them from a small gap in the drapes. He wanted to cry and kick and scream, that it wasn't fair, that of all the people in the world Kurt was the last person to deserve this.

Kurt hadn't cried yet. Not really. Just a few stray tears as he held his Dad's hand and whispered things to him of no real importance, but it was important to Kurt. Everyone who visited the medic's room had asked him the same question.

"How are you feeling?"

And Kurt always replied with the same thing. He didn't know he just...felt numb. He felt nothing. And Blaine was just waiting nervously for the time when it sunk in and Kurt would feel every emotion under the sun. Blaine himself had cried. A lot. He'd kept it in for as long as possible, but excused himself to the bathroom and cried until his hands were shaking and his eyes were swollen. He was so scared, what would it mean for him? If the King died and Kurt wasn't married it would be up to the governors to control all the slaves. But he was more scared about the fact that he couldn't do anything to make it better for Kurt.

When he woke about two hours after he'd fallen asleep, Kurt was gone from his arms and the Slave sat up so quickly that his head spun violently.

"Kurt?" He asked, his voice sounding just exhausted as he felt.

A shaking sob replied, and Blaine peered over the edge of the bed to seen Kurt curled up on the floor, grasping a hideous sweater his father had brought him a few years ago, that Kurt had pretended to love to not hurt Burt's feelings.

"Kurt," Blaine mumbled softly, slipping out of the bed and down beside the Prince whose body was rocking with the force of his sobs, "Come here," he slid his arm around Kurt's shoulders and the back of his knees so he could lift him up onto his lap and cradle him softly.

"I don't know what to do Blaine, I don't know what to do. Tell me, tell me what to do," Kurt cried, clinging to Blaine's undershirt with white knuckles.

"Sh, it's okay. It's all going to be okay," Blaine replied softly into Kurt's hair. He didn't know what else to say.

"I'm just waiting, Blaine. I'm waiting for him to die, I...I can't do anything," Kurt sobbed, soaking Blaine's shoulder with his terrified tears.

"It's fine, everything will work out," Blaine replied pathetically.

"Why? Why do I loose everyone?" Kurt asked, sounding defeated, "Everyone I love. Maybe I just shouldn't love at all, carve out my heart."

Blaine winced, "Don't say that, Honey, please."

Kurt cried himself out against Blaine's chest, clinging to the slave's shirt and soaking his shoulder in salty tears. Blaine rocked his shaking frame slowly, kissing his head and rubbing his back while whispering random comforts in his ear. Eventually the Prince's tears soften to quiet sniffles, and he slumped against Blaine, exhausted.

"I love you so much," Kurt whispered in a watery voice.

"I love you too," Blaine replied immediately, rubbing Kurt's arms softly.

"You have to stay," Kurt's voice shook, "You can't leave me. Ever. I can't lose you too."

Blaine bit his lip, he knew he shouldn't promise Kurt something he wasn't certain of. If the King did die then there was a pretty high chance he'd be moved to somewhere else by the governors. But there was no way he was going to tell Kurt that right now.

"Never, you'll never lose me Sweetheart I promise."

Kurt relaxed against him a little more, still hid in Blaine's shoulder.

"But you're not going to lose your Dad either, he'll be fine," Blaine added and he was rewarded with Kurt lifting his head and giving him a watery smile.

"Thank-you," he mumbled, resting his forehead against the slaves.

"For what?" Blaine's eyebrows pulled in as Kurt reached up and cupped the Slaves face.

Kurt looked deep into his eyes for a moment before replying, "Everything," in a quiet voice and pressed his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips, kissing him back softly and gasping when Kurt maneuvered in his lap so his knees were either side of the Slaves hips.

"Hmm," Kurt pressed his lips harder against Blaine's, locking his fingers in the slave's curls and tugging lightly as he slipped his tongue past the receiving boy's lips.

Blaine sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his cheeks heat up as Kurt groaned into his mouth, pressing his body against the slave's and pulling harder on his curls. The prince sucked on Blaine's lower lip for a second, prying a whine from the shorter boy's throat.

"K-Kurt."

Kurt pulled away and dragged his wet lips across Blaine's cheek that was covered in a scratchy morning stubble, and down the warm column of the slave's neck before tracing his tongue over Blaine's collar bone as his hand pulled down the boy's plain tee to get better access.

"Kurt?"

"Mmhm?"

Blaine gasped as Kurt bit down on his collar bone before soothing the skin with his tongue, "A-Are you?"

"Am I what?" Kurt asked softly, his fingers slipping under Blaine's shirt and scratching his neat nails just below Blaine's belly-button.

"Planning to-Oh," Blaine let his head fall back against the side of the bed with a soft thump when Kurt's hand moved higher up and played lightly with his left nipple, "Are we going to…?"

Kurt pulled away, suddenly looking nervous, "Do you want to?"

Blaine laughed, a little breathless, "Yes. But are you…? I mean…now? Are you sure?"

Kurt nodded, ducking his head and sucking a mark under Blaine's jaw, "You're the only thing I'm certain of right now," He mumbled against Blaine's skin.

Blaine shivered at the Prince's hot breath, "I just don't want you to regret the timing."

"I need you, in every sense of the phrase," Kurt nudged his nose lightly against Blaine's ear and inhaled the slaves scent, letting out a small hum.

Blaine smiled softly and ran his hand up Kurt's back, neck and letting his fingers find a home tangled in the Prince's soft hair, "Hm, love you."

"Love you too," Kurt replied, peppering Blaine's cheeks in feather light kisses that made the slave giggle and blush until Kurt kissed him deep and slow, in a way that made Blaine's blood pump harder around his body and his finger and toes tingle. The shorter boy's breathing quickened and his heart started to beat faster in his chest, one of Kurt's hand was cupping the back of his head, angling it perfectly as they kissed, while the other slid slowly up Blaine's leg from his knee to his thigh with thumb rubbing in sensual circles.

Blaine let out a huff while Kurt released his lips to suck in some air, "How come you're so good at everything?" He asked, trying to hide how embarrassingly turned on he was already. Honestly the Prince could turn him to a pile of goo within a matter of seconds.

Kurt laughed, his cheeks red and his eyes alight, "You're amazing, just have a little more confidence."

Blaine chewed his bottom lip for a second before he lent forward and captured Kurt's lips in his own, it was clumsy and a little hesitant because he was used to following Kurt's lead apart from the time in the gym, he guessed a part of him would never let go of the fact he was Kurt's slave.

Kurt was smiling when he pulled away, slipping off Blaine's lap and blushing when the slave pouted and reached out for him, "Come up here," Kurt requested, taking the boy's hand and tugging him lightly to his feet. The two fell back onto the bed, Kurt beneath Blaine in a tangle of limbs.

"Are you nervous?" Kurt whispered, bumping his nose against Blaine's.

Blaine smiled, "A little," He admitted, "But…we've talked about it."

Kurt nodded, "I'm nervous too."

"And you're sure you want to do this now?" Blaine asked softly, kissing the tip of Kurt's nose.

Kurt laughed lightly at the gesture, "Positive. I know we were waiting for the right time, and this is a time where I want to be as close as possible to the person who means the world and more."

"Okay," Blaine agreed, tilting his head to the side, "Are you sure you're okay though? You were pretty upset just now."

Kurt swallowed heavily, "You distract me. I can almost pretend it's not happening."

Blaine sighed sadly, "I wish I could help."

"You are, don't you dare feel guilty about this," Kurt warned, grabbing the front of Blaine's shirt and tugging him down for a chaste kiss, "Okay?"

"Okay," Blaine agreed quietly, before Kurt kissed him again and rolled them over so he was on top.

"Same rules apply as always," Kurt reminded him, slipping his thigh between Blaine's legs and leaning down to suck a mark at the most sensitive part of Blaine's neck, just below his jaw.

Blaine moaned and nodded, his hand sliding down Kurt's shoulders, back and landing finally on his ass and pulling him down closer.

Kurt trembled at the close contact, kissing Blaine until he was dizzy from lust and lack of air. Blaine could hear his blood thundering in his ears, so loud that it couldn't be healthy, but even past the noise he was able to hear Kurt's soft whispers of his name and tiny whimpers, all of which were muffled between the presses of swollen, eager lips.

Kurt began rocking his hips down slowly, making Blaine whimper and hide his face in Kurt's shoulder as the motion sped up and his hands itched for more, slipping under Kurt's shirt and stroking along his sides, his nails digging into Kurt's skin involuntary at a particularly delicious thrust.

"Shit," Kurt panted, his head tipping back for a second before he was back to pressing his chest firmly against Blaine's, making their lungs heave for air as they were compressed against the others.

"Sir? Are you awake?"

Kurt blinked down at Blaine for a second, "You have got to be kidding me," He muttered, rolling off of Blaine reluctantly.

Blaine sat up and grabbed a pillow, placing it in his lap and trying to calm his breathing while Kurt called out the affirmative.

The door opened and George was stood there with mud smeared across his face.

"Oh my God, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Kurt exclaimed as he smiled at his friend.

George nodded, "You're attention's been...elsewhere," He looked at Blaine who blushed and looked away.

A wave of guilt washed over Kurt as he realized he hadn't seen any of his previous friends in weeks, "I'm sorry, I didn't-"
George shook his head, "Don't apologize Sir," he flashed Kurt a smile, "I don't blame you wanting to hang out with someone your own age."

Kurt nodded although he still left terrible. Seeing George made him see how absorbed he'd been with Blaine lately, even though he had good reason to be. Not only that it made him think of his life before Blaine, and his Dad. His chest tightened uncomfortably.

"Hey. I said it's fine," George said pointedly, knowing the prince's expressions like the layout of the palace's gardens.

Kurt laughed humorlessly and looked at the floor, his chest still uncomfortable.

"Sorry for...interrupting," George continued, "But Prince Sky is here."

Kurt's head snapped up, "What?"

"He heard about your Dad," George explain, "Can I let him in?"

"No! No, I have to make myself presentable," Kurt ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

George laughed and turned to leave, "I'll tell him you'll be down shortly."

Kurt hopped to his feet and darted into the bathroom, leaving Blaine to let out a sigh and fall back against the mattress with closed eyes.

A/n: Thank-you guys for being so patient, and sorry for any typos