Author's Note:
I'm not even going to apologize anymore. It's just getting redundant.
Also, I am aware that this chapter is very short. This is less of important things that tie into the plot and more of a promise that I will eventually finish and that I'm still working on it even though it's been forever since I last posted.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Five
This was starting to become a very serious problem.
A week had passed since he met Blaine, and though they had spoken only twice since then (yes, he was counting), Kurt could not stop thinking about him. Though it's not exactly as if watching him from his balcony as the guards trained in the yard was really making an effort to stop. It also didn't help that Blaine was-NOT handsome! Nope. Not handsome at all.
What am I doing, Kurt thought. A valid question, really. He was, after all, in the middle of a Selection. You know, that thing that's used to determine the future queen of Illéa and his bride. In fact, he should probably-
Blaine took his shirt off.
Hot Damn.
"Yeah," the Prince whispered. "Not handsome at all."
He didn't know how long he had been watching. Minutes? Hours? It couldn't be hours, right? However long it was Kurt found it a little hard to care. So he lingered a little longer and instantly wished he hadn't.
Blaine glanced up and noticed his gaze, his face softened into an adorable smile as he waved up at him. Kurt felt his cheeks burn scarlet. He waved back quickly and melted into his bedroom, off the balcony where he could no longer be seen.
Kurt found the whole situation unbelievable. His entire life he had been perfecting himself, studying, practicing to become king. Being exactly what the kingdom needed, The perfect prince. It was what had dreamed of even as a small child. Yet, one guy, one charming, kind, intriguing new recruit took all of his logic and reason and threw it out the window.
Kurt peeked once more at the curly-haired, hazel-eyed guard. "Blaine, what have you done to me?"