Hello! We are two sisters who are hardcore Klaine shippers and wanted to try our hands at writing a fanfiction. This is our first one and is NOT historically accurate. We took A LOT of liberties cause YOLO. We tried to keep the characters as close as possible, but also took some liberties with them. We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it! A and K 3

Disclaimer: We own nothing! Glee is the respective properties of the creators. IE not us.

Trigger Warnings: Two boys falling in love. If you don't like that why are you even here? Mental and physical abuse. Its mild abuse. we don't go into it a ton. Cursing. Violence. RATED M!

Chapter 1

Waking up to the smell of roses and daises and the morning, light filtering in through your open window is heavenly. It was also the only part of the day Blaine felt he could enjoy. That tiny window of pure bliss before the darkness that was his life fell back upon him. He sighed and got up from his bed. Dressing quickly for breakfast, he hoped today would be a day his father was absent. After he was dressed in attire his father would approve of, Blaine applied a generous glob of pomade to his curls to tame them into submission. Next, he shaved very carefully to avoid cuts and smoothed on aftershave. Finally deeming himself presentable and unable to stall any longer, Blaine headed towards the formal dining room.

The Anderson Manor had been passed down for generations and had just recently fallen on hard times. Blaine's father had mismanaged his estate, gambled with the family's home, and lost. From what his father said, the money could last for at least five years. So Blaine was ordered to marry a young lady at the current London season with a substantial dowry. He was ordered to save his father's mistakes from ruining him.

Not that he would ever admit that.

Blaine made his way to breakfast and entered the dining room only to find his father sitting at the head of the table. It was not Blaine's lucky day apparently.

"Good morning father, mother."

His father replied without even lowering his news paper. "We gave you life boy, we deserve separate greetings."

Blaine stiffened at the stern voice his father used. "I apologize, father. Good morning, father. Good morning, mother."

Blaine knew better than to oppose his father. After a tense breakfast, Blaine made to go to the library but his father stopped him. "Blaine, you should focus on finding a wife. One with a large dowry or need I remind you of your duty?"

Blaine closed his eyes briefly and then looked back to his father and smiled, "I know, father. I am attending Lord Alistair's ball tonight. I am told most every young, available girl will be there." Blaine gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and quickly went to the library. It was his sanctuary. The one room his father hardly ever visited. It was the room Blaine spent most of his time; Reading of adventure and pirates, princesses and princes, and handsome heroes. Blaine had to admit, he read it mostly for the dashing young men written about in just about every novel. He had always known he was interested in the male species. He had hidden it quite well until he was fifteen and caught with another lad in the broom closet of their manor house. Blaine slapped his own palm on his forehead for being so naïve. Hormones will get you every time. Blaine sat down in his usual comfy widow seat, pulled out his current book, and started to delve into a new world.

Blaine dressed in his best formal suit that he made sure to press three times. It had to be absolutely immaculate. He was straightening his green bowtie that really brought out his eyes, when he heard his door squeak open.

"Your father will not approve."

He looked in the mirror behind him and saw the figure of his mother. Her dark hair was pinned up in place with a few stray curls escaping. She was dressed in a golden gown that was older than you should be wearing in the London season, but they couldn't afford to buy new gowns for his mother. She thought she could get away with it being timeless. She walked over to the mirror and slowly untied the bowtie and laid it down on his dressing table. Blaine visibly deflated. She picked up a plain black one and started tying it around Blaine's collar. He cringed at the ghastly common bowtie he was being made to wear.

"I don't like it."

His mother giggled softly and hugged around his shoulders, which she could unfortunately reach. She pulled away and turned him to face her.

"I know my darling, but your father is… difficult. You know you must do your duty to the family."

Blaine sighed and let his head fall. She looked over to his bedside table and noticed the stack of books.

"You always did live through your books, didn't you?" She smiled sweetly and pulled out a bright red floral handkerchief. She slid it in his hands and clasps them in hers. "All great heroes have their secrets."

She left his room with Blaine sadly smiling after her. As the door closed softly, Blaine tucked the handkerchief into his front pocket after folding it neatly. He would still have the splash of color that his outfit demanded. Father might not like it, but he couldn't say no to a handkerchief. What if a distraught maiden needed to wipe her eyes? Blaine grimaced at the thought of some woman sobbing on him and getting snot on his nice clothes. He was not looking forward to the ball tonight.

Well, I guess when one is being forced to marry a GIRL one does not love because their father makes life-altering mistakes, it's normal for one to not be excited.

Blaine felt the anger bubble up in his chest, but pushed it back down along with any other feeling he had. Lord knew they wouldn't help him in this moment. He quickly checked his suit in the mirror and headed downstairs to go to Jonathon Alistair's manor. Blaine arrived at the ball with his parents and they made quick work of introducing him to every girl they saw. Many girls were beautiful and kind, but none ignited that feeling he had read about in his novels; the passion and desire.

There were a few of Blaine's potential suitors that were interesting for other reasons.

"Hello, I am Blaine Anderson how are you tonight my lady?" The young blonde looked at him with wide, sparkling eyes.

"Hello, sir. I am Brittany S. Pierce. You know I can talk to animal's right? The cat of this manor told me you were a dolphin. Is that true?" Blaine was utterly confused by the statement that he couldn't find anything to say.

"Well, have a nice night miss." He walked away with more than one question on his mind.

Still reeling from the strangeness of his last encounter, Blaine almost ran into another young lady with dark skin and long black hair.

"Oh I'm so sorry miss please excu-" He was suddenly faced with a young lady that he was pretty sure was a young man, but the dress and hair would have said otherwise.

"It's okay sir, I wasn't paying attention either." The young lady (or young man, still undetermined) batted long lashes at him and eased away with grace.

Then there was Miss Santana Lopez.

"Hello miss, you look lovely tonight."

Miss Lopez looked Blaine up and down and a smirk formed on her lips. "First off, it's Santana. I hate being called Miss Lopez. Secondly, relax a little. You are standing up so straight that you look like someone has their hand up your ass. I'm pretty certain you aren't a puppet even though you're the size of one."

Blaine was utterly shocked and somewhat impressed by the way she has spoken to him. He let out a long breath and let his shoulders slump a bit. After glancing around quickly to make sure neither of his parents were around, he took a long drink of the port snagged from a server's tray.

Santana nodded approvingly as she took a drink herself.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take. These women are so..so…."

"Fuckable?"

"Um, no. Odd."

Santana snorted and eyed Blaine again and gave him a knowing smile.

"Maybe he is more up your alley. Or you want him up your alley."

Blaine was taken aback. Ladies would never think to question a handsome, titled young man, but here was one that not only called out his attraction for other men but also pointed out a man in which to ogle. Was he that obvious? Was she just extremely perceptive? What could have given him awa- Blaine lost his thought when his attention was pulled to the man Santana had pointed out. He was exactly what Blaine would be interested in.

He was tall and slender but he could tell under the extremely well-tailored suit that he was muscular. His brown hair was perfectly coiffed on his head and his beautiful hand gripped a glass of port. Was it weird to think of hands as beautiful? If it was, then let him be weird, because they were the most beautiful hands he had ever seen. He could imagine those hands gripping him and pulling him toward him, rubbing up his back. He really needed to stop thinking like this in public.

The man across the room looked over at Blaine and he smiled. Blaine almost outwardly swooned at the smile. Blaine quickly checked himself and smiled back, turning away from the beautiful man. He chanced one last look behind him and noticed, to his dismay, the man was gone; Melted into the crowd. He cursed himself for being so rational. He noticed his father looking at him with a look that Blaine didn't even want to try to interpret. He quickly made his rounds with more girls.

After several hours and dances and conversations, Blaine was feeling anxious and boxed in. Like a bird in a cage that kept getting smaller. He decided to take a chance and step out to the back garden.

There was a small shed that Blaine and Alistair played in as children. It was a safe spot in the world of chaos that he found himself in constantly. No one ever entered the garden during balls and parties. There wasn't much to the back gardens anyway. There was a stone arch that leads into the bushes of red and yellow roses. The bushes were framed with trees and lush grass. To Blaine it was beautiful. There wasn't anything like the rose. With its layers of velvet petals, its thorns to protect it, and its wonderful smell; it was Blaine's favorite after all.

He trudged through stone archways until he saw it. He sat on the stone bench inside the small stone building that held memories of play sword fights and playing lord of the manor. Unlike Jonathan Alistair, Blaine was not the first son with a title. His brother Cooper was the first son. He ran off to New York to be a performer. Not that Blaine blamed him. His father wasn't as intolerable when Cooper was around. When Cooper left their father was furious. He told the family he was dead to us. It was only recently that he really knew why Cooper had fled. He was being forced to marry someone he didn't love and Cooper was really eccentric and weirdly romantic about love. He refused to be a pawn for their father so he left. Blaine was deep in thought when he hears a smooth voice from the doorway say, "Bad day?"

Kurt was having the best day.

It had started with breakfast, which had been absolutely delicious (although anything but the boiled oats he had been eating everyday aboard the ship for the last few weeks would have tasted amazing.) Besides that, the weather had been lovely, the flowers were blooming, and he had found the most fantastic silk jacket. It complemented his skin tone perfectly and he found it for a great price so it was a double win. Then, to top it off, he and Santana had crashed this magnificent ball. As he sipped his delicious wine, he glanced over to his first mate and saw her staring at a brunette woman's breasts. Kurt rolled his eyes at her obviousness. He just hoped no one else noticed because he wasn't done showing off his new jacket and he was having a great time socializing with the elite of the area. As he was mentally criticizing a hideous green and pink dress, Kurt glanced back over at Santana and saw her talking to a man.

An extremely handsome man.

Kurt's eyes were immediately drawn to him. Tan skin, dark hair that seemed to be plastered to his head, and a very nice smile. His clothing was boring except for a flare of red stuffed into his pocket, but he seemed like he had a very nice body underneath. His posture was very good, albeit stiff. As the man looked at Kurt, he felt a few little flutters in his stomach. Kurt gave him what he hoped was a sexy smile to encourage him to come talk to him for awhile. However, the man ducked his head quickly as Santana walked away, probably towards more breasts. Kurt sighed to himself. Oh well, the night was still young. He smoothed his jacket and smiled to himself as his attention was stolen by tiny cakes on a server's tray nearby.

After eating one too many of those stupidly delicious things, Kurt decided to go check on Santana and see if she might want to dance. Kurt loved dancing and as it was unfortunately frowned upon for him to dance with a man, he made due with the snarky Latina. He glided elegantly through the crowd and finally spotted her talking to a very pretty blonde woman. The other woman had her back to the wall in a dark corner and Santana was leaned in close whispering something. The blonde twisted a lock of her hair coyly as she looked at Santana through her lashes.

Ugh, Kurt thought. Of course Santana has found someone to flirt with and I can't even get a man to look at me twice. I must be losing my edge a bit.

Thoroughly annoyed at Santana's uncanny ability to flirt with anyone with two legs successfully, Kurt decided to take a walk though the gardens. As he slipped out into the dark path lit by soft lantern light, Kurt inhaled the heady scent of the colorful flowers surrounding both sides of the path. A warm breeze lifted a few strands of his hair and caressed his smooth face. He stuck his hands into his jacket while meandering slowly towards an ivy covered archway. There were several of these arches boasting different kinds of ivy with flowers spilling off of their gray pillars. Kurt continued to walk under them until he spotted the handsome man that had spoken to Santana earlier walking quickly underneath the next arch and off the stone pathway. Curious, Kurt followed at a careful distance until the man stopped at a tiny stone building that looked like a crumbling garden shed. Kurt stayed in the shadows so the man couldn't see him when he glanced over his shoulder. He stumbled adorably over a tree root and ducked into the ornate building made of the same gray stone as all the archways. Kurt waited a moment then snuck stealthily over to the tiny window on the side.

The dark haired man was sitting on a little stone bench with his head in his hands, elbows resting on knees. There were a few old rusty garden tools pushed off to the side to make room for a small wooden table covered with a few melted candles. There was a small box of some old wooden play swords and a rusty lantern in the corner covered by cobwebs. Kurt glided over to the open doorway and smoothed his jacket down nervously. He quickly tried to think of something witty to say before the dark haired man noticed he wasn't alone.

"Bad day?" Kurt laughed quietly as he leaned against the doorway.

The other man shot up straight as a pin, staring wide eyed and lips parted slightly. He was handsome across the room, but up close he was breathtaking. His hair must be curly since a few small curls had begun to weasel their way out of that thick pomade he had smothered his hair with. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color, almost like honey. He was slightly flushed, obviously embarrassed to be found out here in disarray. Kurt thought about how much he would like to see him even more corrupted and flushed, but he quickly reined in his wayward thoughts. Although his lips did look very delicious. And soft. Kurt very much wanted to bite them. He tore his gaze back to the man's eyes when he finally spoke.

"Um, well, I guess it's not the best day I've ever had." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't know anyone ever came out here." The man smiled and Kurt's knees felt wobbly.

Kurt leaned his shoulder against the opposite wall of the tiny building in what he hoped looked very suave, but honestly was so he wouldn't fall over. He stood back up when he thought about how the dirty walls might ruin his clothes.

"Well, I was just walking around out here and saw you sneaking around and I just had to see what all the secrecy was about." Kurt wiggled his perfectly groomed eyebrows at the gorgeous man.

Color spotted the man's tan cheeks and he ducked his head down smiling that blinding smile.

So adorable.

"Well, actually, Alistair and I used to play together when we were kids and this was our secret hideout. We would plan adventures and go slay dragons to rescue the prince-cess. Princess."

Kurt grinned and winked at him. "I find it hard to believe someone as sweet as you could have murdered a dragon."

Blushing again, the man flashed another heart-stopping smile. "I didn't actually do the killing. I sang them to sleep and Alistair killed them."

"You can sing?" Kurt deadpanned. "You look like that and you can sing. Unfair to the rest of us mortals." He dramatically put his hands on his hips.

Kurt mentally patted himself on the back for his exceptional flirting skills as he took in the answering blush on the other man. He was so red he looked like he was going to explode.

"Yes I can sing a little." He looked up through his lashes at Kurt. "I'm not even sure why I'm telling you all this when I don't even know your name."

Okay, maybe Kurt wasn't as smooth as he thought. How could he have forgotten to say his own name? He mentally slapped his own face.

"I'm Kurt."

"I'm Blaine. Blaine Anderson." He smiled and stood to shake Kurt's hand. In the close quarters, they were much closer than they had been before. Kurt swallowed against his dry throat and took Blaine's outstretched hand.

Kurt remembered when he was first learning how to fight with a sword. His father had taught him the basics with wooden ones, but then one day they got out the metal sabers. They weren't sharp, but if you hit one against another too hard, it sent a jolt through your body. That was how Kurt felt touching Blaine's hand. He may have held it a bit too firmly and stared into Blaine's beautiful eyes a bit too long, but it didn't seem like Blaine minded. He was staring right back at Kurt until Kurt's gaze slid down to his lips. Just a few inches and he could taste them. They looked more delicious than those tiny cakes from earlier. Kurt decided to go for it when Blaine suddenly jerked away and sneezed violently. Stunned, Kurt realized his hand was still stuck out so he nonchalantly lifted it to his hair and smoothed it over.

Blaine smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. It's a little dusty in here."

The moment between them broken, Kurt gave a warm smile before they both sat down on the stone bench together."It's ok. What are you even doing in here? You do realize there is a party going on in there? Lots of pretty girls." Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder with his own.

Blaine flushed and rubbed his neck again. "Yes, I met a lot of lovely women tonight. It was just...just...overwhelming." Blaine sighed and wrapped his arms around his middle. "I needed some fresh air and suddenly remembered this place out here. I wanted to escape for a moment. Especially since my life will be over soon enough." He let out a bitter laugh.

Kurt furrowed his brow and tentatively brushed his fingers on Blaine's arm. He felt warm and tingly all over at the touch. "Blaine, are you alright? You aren't going to...hurt yourself are you?"

Blaine snapped his head up, eyes wide again. It would almost be funny if he wasn't so serious. It was pretty damn adorable though. "No, I'm not going to...no I just..." He took a deep breath and looked at the wall across from him. "I met a few very nice ladies that any man would be more than happy to marry, but I don't exactly want to marry." Blaine was flushing again, even the tips of his ears. He played with his own fingers in his lap until Kurt gently laid his own hand over Blaine's. Blaine's eyes searched through Kurt's for a moment and he seemed to make some sort of decision.

"I want to get married, but I don't want to marry a woman." Blaine looked down at his dress shoes scuffing the dirty floor.

A wide grin spread across Kurt's face. So he was right.

Blaine smiled back shyly. "I mean, there isn't anything wrong with women, they just don't...there are many beautiful women! I read this one story, and the woman in it was so amazing I thought, 'if I'm attracted to any woman it would be her' because she was so magical, you know? But then I thought about how I would have to kiss her and then I would have to try to maneuver around her breasts without touching them and what if she wanted me to? But they make me uncomfortable and I thought 'no, I find men much too attractive.' But women do have lovely hair and-" Blaine was waving his hands around wildly until Kurt interrupted him with a laugh.

"Blaine! Blaine, I get it. I, uh, prefer men too." They both looked at each other and then away laughing softly. The silence was slightly awkward as Kurt tried to think of something to say. He looked around at the tiny room, imagining a miniature Blaine running around.

"I bet you and your friend had a lot of fun in here when you were children." Kurt said quietly.

Blaine nodded and motioned to the toy swords in the corner. "Oh yes! Alistair would practice with his swords and I would sit here and read my fairytales." Blaine had a far away look in his eyes. "This place used to feel so safe to me." He sighed. "I guess the only place that feels safe now is the library."

Kurt filed this very important information away for later as he nodded. "I know what you mean. I have a few places like that. My father's house. My room." Kurt looked over and into Blaine's eyes. "Everyone needs to feel safe." Blaine grinned and looked away again. With a deep breath, he rubbed his hand over his face and smoothed down his hair.

"Well, I suppose I should return to the ball or I shall be missed." Blaine said as he stood. Although he sounded resigned, Kurt noticed a sparkle to his eyes that wasn't there before. Kurt stood as well. He noticed Blaine's eyes slide down his chest and he felt heat sweep through him.

"It's silk you know."

"Hmm? What?" Blaine looked up sharply and seemed confused.

"My new jacket. It's silk. I actually found it today." Kurt gave him a dazzling smile. Would it be too much to spin around? Probably. He was proud of his new find, damnit.

Blaine stared blankly at Kurt for a moment. "Ah, yes. It's a nice jacket." He tugged momentarily on the lapel. Normally, anyone touching Kurt's clothing would be drawing back a bloody stump, but Kurt decided he would let it go since he didn't mind Blaine putting his hands on him.

"Well, maybe I'll see your jacket around?" Blaine gave him a shy smile.

"Maybe you will." Kurt said breathlessly. He definitely would be making that happen. Like tomorrow.

"Thank you for talking to me Kurt. I really appreciate having someone to...well, just to talk to. It's nice." With another gorgeous smile and a small wave, Blaine headed back towards the dimly lit path. Kurt just looked after him and began making his plans for the next morning. This was far from over if he had anything to say about it.

Yes, Kurt Hummel was having the very best day.