By the time Blaine got home it was almost one in the morning, he expected his parents to be asleep, but they were up waiting for his return. "Blaine you're—are you okay? Your face is red, and your eyes are puffy. Have you been crying? Were they mean to you?"
"Son, tell us what happened." His father said.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed." Blaine strode past them in a moody haste to make it to his room before they stopped him. He was grateful that they didn't. He sat on his bed and cried. Of course, the one person who knew his secret was the same person who would use it against him. He hated to admit it, but he enjoyed kissing the prince, he could still feel Prince Kurt's lips pressed against his. He never wanted to feel anything but Prince Kurt's lips again. That made him cry more. Damn him, Blaine thought, damn him! He intentionally got me alone so he could kiss me! He knew I didn't know who he was the past few days and he used it against me. What if he tells somebody about me? What if it gets out? My parents—they can never know! Nobody can ever know! There's only one way to make sure it stays hidden… I have to talk to the prince… With that last thought, Blaine drifted off to sleep. It wasn't a peaceful sleep, he kept waking every few hours, but it was something at least.
When Blaine awoke in the morning, he got dressed then snuck out the back door. It was still early; the sun was still rising. He wasn't even sure if the prince would come back to the spot in the woods, but he hoped.
By the time Blaine heard footsteps the sun was fully risen now. "Ah, waiting for me, I see." A smug smile appeared on the prince's face.
"I need to talk to you. I need to know that you didn't say anything, that you won't say anything." Blaine said in a rush.
"What ever could you mean?" The prince asked innocently as he stepped closer. "You mean about our kiss? Would it no benefit you if it got out? Imagine it, a peasant boy kissing the heir to the throne."
"Stop it!" Blaine yelled, scaring away birds in a nearby tree. "Just stop." He said calmer. "It can never get out; nobody can ever know. It would be a disgrace to my family if anyone knew."
"If anyone knew what?" He asked as he took another step closer. "That you enjoyed the kiss? That you want it to happen again?"
Yes! He thought. "No." He held out his arm as the prince was entering his personal space to keep him away. "It can never happen again, and nobody can ever know that it happened once."
"Ah, so you want people to know about the second kiss, the one where you kissed me back. I see." Kurt smirked.
"No! I don't want anyone to know about any of it, at all. Ever. And if that means that you're going to make me be the royal entertainer to keep the secret, then fine. Just please, don't tell anyone."
"Deal." Kurt took a step back and Blaine's arm fell between them back to his side. "For the record, I wasn't going to use it against you. I might be an ass hole, but blackmail is not my style."
"Then I—" Blaine said.
"No take backs!" Kurt said over Blaine.
"Fine," Blaine grunted, "but for the king, not you." With that, Blaine walked back to his house. Blaine walked in to see his parents sitting at the table, waiting for him.
"Blaine? Who was the boy following you just now?" His mother asked.
"Following me?" Blaine quickly opened the back door again to see the prince standing there impatiently, to which Blaine quickly slammed the door in his face and turned back to his parents. "No one." He said, but felt a wave of dread wash over him as there was a knock on the backdoor and Blaine's father got up to answer it with a gasp.
"Your Highness!" He exclaimed and bowed as he opened the door to let the prince in. "Blaine how dare you be so rude to the prince!" His father scolded.
"Please, take a seat!" His mother offered Kurt her seat as she bowed.
Kurt held up his hands and in his kindest smile said, "It's quite alright, I'm just here to ask your very talented son to be the royal entertainer. I do realize this means he would be leaving home, and I recognize how difficult that is, given how much he loves you both." Kurt looked at Blaine out of the corner of his eyes and saw Blaine roll his eyes and lock his jaw.
"The royal entertainer? Did you hear that, dear? Our son, the royal entertainer!" Blaine's mother fussed with elation. "And how kind you are, Your Highness, to visit our humble home to request the services of our son."
"My father offered this position to Blaine last night, but Blaine was hesitant because he didn't want to leave the two of you. So, I thought I would pay a visit to see if there was anything my father and I could do to have Blaine reconsider the offer." At that they all heard a slam from above them, it was then that the realized Blaine had left the room.
"I apologize, Your Highness, I swear we raised him better than he is acting presently. I'll go get him." Blaine's father said and started to walk towards the stairs.
"Actually, may I?" Kurt asked, it felt weird for Kurt to ask for anything, but here he was asking Blaine's father for permission to go upstairs.
"Anything you wish." Blaine's mother smiled and pulled her husband back to her side.
"Thank you." With that Kurt strode upstairs and opened the only closed door to see Blaine pacing. "That went well."
Blaine stopped and turned towards the prince. "Are you kidding me? What was with the acting? Why did you follow me? Can't you just leave me alone?"
"I wasn't acting. What part of what I said was untrue? I followed you because I didn't trust you not to try and get out of being the entertainer. I can't leave you alone because you stole my first kiss. That may not mean much to you… people… but that means a lot to us nobles." Kurt then hopped onto Blaine's bed and even his expression showed his distain for the lumpy mattress.
"I what?! If you remember you…." He started to raise his voice then changed it to a whisper just as quickly, "you kissed me not the other way around." Blaine took a deep breath. "And no, I said I would take the position, and I am a man of my word. His Majesty the King has requested my voice, and so I will give it to him gladly."
"That's the spirit!" Kurt said as he hopped off the bed. "Come along." He started to walk out of Blaine's room then he turned back. "Or you can stay and pack your own things and explain to your parents why you slammed the door in the face of the crowned prince. Your choice really." Blaine grumbled but followed submissively.
When they got back downstairs, the hushed whispers of Blaine's parents ceased. "Mother? Father? You will be alright, won't you?"
"Of course, we will!" His mother beamed. "It's not every day that your son gets hand selected by the royals, and that the royals would still search out for said son."
"I will send my servants along this afternoon to collect Blaine's things, but as for now there is a very important lunch that my father is hosting, he would be delighted to have Blaine sing for our guests."
"Of course, and thank you for visiting us today, Your Highness." Blaine's father said, then bowed. "We're proud of you, son." With that, Kurt walked out the back door, with Blaine in toe.
